HP Tom Riddle

Under my insistence, Senior Sister Blake finally gave up the idea of ​​giving me curly hair, and she wrote to me all the spells that should be used for the look that we are all satisfied with—because I really can’t remember Those spells and sequences were written three sheets of parchment.

I think, looking at it this way, every witch who loves to dress up has the potential to become a master of spells.

In these three parchments, apart from a few spells from Black's family collection, there are quite a few spells that are more superior spells after Senior Black's revision of the original spells.

I can only hurry up and memorize the last part of the spell on the parchment about touch-ups while the ball has not yet started. It is too embarrassing to look for the spell with the parchment during the ball.

On the day of the dance, I hadn’t been woken up by the fire dragon alarm clock for a long time, but the Norwegian Ridgeback that was thrown into my bed by Senior Sister Blake woke me up with fire.

When I skillfully held down the dragon's neck to prevent him from breathing fire, I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw Black combing his hairstyle today in a life-size mirror.

"Do you want to get up so early?" I said unwillingly while throwing the fire dragon under the bed, "The dance is at night, right?"

Senior Sister Black said, "How slow do you think an afternoon is?"

"Should be enough, right?"

"If you want to lose face, there's too much time."

I closed my mouth tactfully, ran quietly to wash up, and started my busy day at the pace of Senior Sister Black—I was too stupid to promise Riddle.

Just like what Sister Blake said, one afternoon is not enough time. According to her picky request, I think that maybe this morning plus most of the afternoon has visited every strand of my hair.

Facts have proved that Senior Black's estimation of the time was not wrong at all. Her own makeup was indeed completed quickly and well, and so much of the remaining time was spent on me.

By the time everything was in place, I couldn't feel where my head was or my legs or my hands were.

Black-senpai took me out of the dormitory with a look of disgust. Senior Les Lantage and Riddle were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs in the girls' dormitory.

"I hope you can always remember your identity." Senior Black said to Riddle when she walked out of the cellar door, "Don't do anything out of the ordinary."

Riddle returned a smirk: "I understand very clearly."

I have absolutely no interest in knowing what kind of code words the two of them were playing in riddles. I simply followed Senior Sister Black and the others to the auditorium.

At the corner, Riddle suddenly stopped: "I'm sorry." He said, "Elena is very beautiful today."

"Thank you?" I don't quite understand why he added a compliment after I'm sorry.

"But, I'm sorry. I let you be disliked by Black-senpai because of me."

"I thought Riddle wouldn't say I'm sorry?" I said, "but Senior Black doesn't dislike me, so you should be Riddle, Riddle."

"..."

Riddle was silent for a while before he said: "Elena, I will not be able to control myself, do you understand?" His bright black eyes stared at me, "I will not be able to control myself and become you I don’t like the way you look, you are too beautiful, but also too empty, I feel that you will leave anytime and anywhere, as long as you can leave, you are free like a hurricane that can pass through the border at any time.”

The author has something to say: You are free like a wind that can leave at any time, Elena

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