HP Tom Riddle

As soon as I sat down, Senior Sister Black once again taught me rigorously: "Do you like that half-breed so much?"

I didn't say a word, and she continued seriously: "No matter how talented you are, you are still a half-breed. You are neither Malfoy nor Les Lantage. That will not do you any good."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"You want to quit this circle and marry a half-breed? For the rest of your life, spend the rest of your life with a half-breed who doesn't and can't do anything, leave your family, tarnish your blood, and become that scumbag you look down on now?" Black said The elder sister said sharply, "Separate from that half-breed as soon as possible, I thought you would figure it out, but how can a fool figure it out." She said and pulled me a plate of lamb chops that I often eat, "Pure Blood needs us to maintain."

I silently cut the lamb chops, feeling a bit of resignation and sarcasm in Senior Sister Black's last sentence.

For a moment, I felt that the so-called pure blood theory of the Slytherins was similar to our behavior of domesticating magical creatures of noble blood and breeding them.

Thinking of this, I scratched the plate very indecently.

What kind of world is this?

Black's admonishing voice brought back my wandering thoughts: "Are you so stupid?"

"No." I shook my head quickly, "I thought of something else, I think what you said makes sense, Senior Black."

Senior Sister Blake glanced at me, and said irrefutably: "I don't know how many witches are stunned by love every year. What's the use of your guarantee with me? I don't need your guarantee either. How will you live in the future?" It has nothing to do with me."

I choked, and Senior Black glanced at me, who was so disfigured: "And. Did you know that Riddle had already hooked up with Malfoy? How could you control that extremely ambitious half-breed?" .”

"I'm not trying to control him."

"Then you like that hybrid."

"No." I blushed, "I don't have that kind of affection for him at all."

"..." Senior Sister Black was at a loss for words for a moment, "I really don't know what you're planning, you don't look like a Slytherin for doing things without purpose."

"..." I smiled stiffly at Senior Black, not knowing how to answer this difficult question.

The food on the table was replaced by dessert, but I had no appetite at all, so I dug out a few mouthfuls of pudding and ate it slowly, then wiped my mouth with everyone and went back to the common room.

Riddle's situation looked much better than when he first started school, although he was not qualified to sit on the sofa near the fireplace when there were many people.But there was no such embarrassment that no one would take the initiative to deal with him at the beginning except me.

Of course, Riddle has always been a person who likes to take the initiative. He also has a natural aggressiveness in his personality. This personality combined with his talent allows him to mix well in any environment.

I rolled my eyes, and suddenly felt that living in Slytherin was really tiring. There were rules everywhere. In Slytherin, only those who mastered the rules lived comfortably, and everyone else was tired.

I miss my castle.

I don't want to follow anyone's rules, I just want to follow my own rules, and to hell with other people's rules.