HP Tom Riddle

So Riddle kept his mouth shut, and we made our way to the library in silence.

Because of the agreement in the flight class, after sitting down, he tore a piece of straw paper and quickly finished writing a paper for Charms class and threw it to me, then got up and went to the bookshelf to get a book to read.

"How do you write on this paper?"

"Here's a paper for you, I'll write another one of my own."

"You are so free."

Riddle raised one eyebrow: "I don't like unsure risks."

Seeing that he might snatch the paper in my hand, I immediately shut my mouth, picked up the quill pen and started writing the paper—I am not one of those lazy people who copy the original manuscript.

Although, Riddle smiled disdainfully at my behavior, thinking that there is no difference between the two.

But as long as I think the difference between the two is a world of difference.Riddle's thoughts don't interfere with me.

When I returned to the dormitory at night, Senior Sister Black had already entered the bathroom. I was relieved and threw myself on the bed to throw away the annoying fire dragon alarm clock. I will sleep in bed tomorrow, because Senior Sister Black has not taken care of me in recent days. up.

"Are you still going to spend the weekend with that half-breed?"

I was holding the fire dragon alarm clock, and my hand froze as I was about to shake it away: "Uh, I haven't finished my History of Magic thesis yet."

Senior Black didn't speak, and stared at me coldly with a pair of gray eyes.

"I don't really want to go to the weekend tea party," I said honestly. "It's a boring tea party."

"How many people do you know in Slytherin now?" she said very seriously. "You are the only female representative in Slytherin, and I don't want you to be the only one who can be replaced, Slytherin." Leitlin has no such precedent."

"..." I kept my mouth shut.

"What are you resisting?" She sighed, "The Shafiq family is a hermit family, yes we respect your family, but respect doesn't mean anything, you have to prove your ability to be better Living in Slytherin. Do you understand? God, it's almost like I entered the mother's role early - go to the shower and sleep, I don't want to talk to you now."

I quickly got up from the bed and threw the fire dragon alarm clock on the ground without a trace.

"Pick up what you throw away and put it on your pillow."

I:"……"

What about saying you don't want to talk to me?

Just ignore me.

I had no choice but to bend down and pick up my "partner" who dutifully wakes me up every day. Sooner or later, I will—I will grab a handful of dragon alarm clocks and throw...Riddle into bed!

The next morning, I was woken up by the fire dragon alarm clock, and Senior Black changed my time again. I could only greet her with my stomach full of anger: "Good morning, Senior Black."

"Good morning, I'll take you to the tea party myself later—and follow me today."

Do you mean don't try to escape?

I lifted the quilt and angrily went to wash. Sister Blake did as she said, we sat down and had breakfast together. On weekends, Slytherins are not as disciplined as they are in class, so you can sleep late—you are not afraid of missing breakfast if.And as long as there is an invitation from the senior class, you can sit on the site that belongs to the senior class.

I can only hint to Riddle when Senior Black is not paying attention: I can't accompany him on a day trip to the library today.

Riddle unexpectedly graciously said that it doesn't matter, and seemed to agree with me and Black-senpai's behavior together.

I think he knows what I'm going to do.