HP Tom Riddle

Ignoring the cries from the potion shop, I went straight to the clothing store and asked for more than a dozen pieces of clothing in various styles.

"Do wizards prefer robes?" Riddle whispered, "It's like the dressing style of the last century."

I checked out in good spirits and said: "Do you need some wizard clothes? I can lend you some money and pay me back when you are able. My intuition tells me that day is not too far away because you have With such a high level of magical talent, this is definitely not a sign of mediocrity."

Riddle was moved by me--I felt it--and he said with certainty: "I'll pay you back with interest."

"no problem."

Although I don't know what the interest is.

I bought two more clothes for Riddle -- I didn't know until a few days later that Riddle made up his mind to leave the orphanage.

"Let me think about it, what else do I need to buy?" After walking out of the clothing store, I said to myself.

Riddle is a penny-pincher: "Then don't buy anything, we'll go back, it's getting late."

"No." I was still immersed in the excitement of coming to Diagon Alley for the first time, "at least buy something to eat and go back."

"Come on, I think if that's the case, you might as well go and buy some books."

"That's a good proposition."

Riddle said in great annoyance: "Come back to buy it tomorrow." He forcefully pulled me back, his face dark and frightening. I think if he refused, Riddle would definitely get angry. I haven't seen him get really angry. Pass.But I didn't want to feel his anger at all, so I complied.

Facing the bread at night, it was rare for me to stop being polite and angrily push away the plate: "Riddle, I'm not hungry at all, you can eat."

"Not eating at all?"

"Yes." I insisted.

"I don't know what you're mad about, but this bread is hard for me to get, and I hope you can eat it." Riddle threw his wand and looked at me casually, which made me very stressed, "You know who I am."

I know you're a pervert who doesn't like people disobeying you.

I cursed in my heart.

It seems that this can give me some courage.

"But I don't want to. I don't want to eat bread."

"Elena Shafik." Riddle called my full name for the first time. "You have to eat."

"Why do I have to listen to you?"

He said in an obnoxiously granted tone: "Because I was right. You wouldn't like to go hungry."

"Damn you're right." His first words flew through my head, "I won't eat! Riddle! No! I don't want to hear from you right now. Except this? You can't see a reason."

"I think there are still." Riddle looked at me very confidently and laughed, "For example, you can't find your way back. You can only stay here."

"No," I said viciously, "I can go to Diagon Alley."

After Riddle triumphantly revealed what I didn't want to face, I never wanted to be in this damn place again.

why am i hereEating unpalatable dry bread, huddled in the house all day, and the most important thing is to stay with such a bad person?

Hell, I used to be so serious about teaching him magic.

I don't want to see Riddle's hateful face again: "Goodbye!" I said firmly.

Luckily my clothes were still in Diagon Alley, I thought as I dashed out of the room with the Disillusionment Charm on me, fuck off, Tom Marvolo Riddle.