HP Tom Riddle

"No, I just don't think there's anything to bother you right now. You're busy enough now." I said hastily, "Wait for me to tidy up—quickly." The paper was harvested in a pile, and the books were sorted out by Riddle and I. His movements were much faster than mine, which really made me feel that I was inferior to him in everything, too bad.

"Although you haven't responded, I still want to know, do you think I will be the heir of Slytherin?"

"Why do you all want to know the answer to this question from me? I think you think you are right. How can I know the correct answer to this kind of heir question? I am a Shafik and not a Si Leitlin. If you want to tell the legend, I can tell you again that I never heard it."

"You know I didn't mean that, I just wanted to know your opinion on it," Riddle said.

"I don't have an opinion." I said, "What if, I mean, if one day I find a way to return to the time I belonged to, what do you think? I want to meet my parents, I want to know what they look like. "

"Very, very good. I also want to know who my father is."

"Hmm... I think I have a wizard's genealogy in my house, do you remember? Maybe you can find it from the Slytherin one. Maybe it will be during the summer vacation."

"Thank you, I still remember that the book is called "Born Noble-Genealogy of Wizards", right?" Riddle said confidently with one corner of his mouth raised.

"It seems to be called this? I'm not sure, anyway, there are some words about wizard genealogy."

"I shouldn't have hoped for your memory." Riddle sighed.

"Don't you know?"

"Remember? As I said, I remember everything from my birth to the present, and it's all in my head." Riddle said in a very dull tone, "Not everyone is like me Right. Sometimes I don’t really want to know so many things.” He put on a beautiful smirk, “Everything is in the mind, and you can know a lot of truths that have faded due to time by connecting the past and the present. But The only thing I don't have a clue about is my dad."

"I think the director of the orphanage knows something."

"That stupid Muggle?" said Riddle. "Why do you think she knows these things? She doesn't even know about wizards."

"She's still very shrewd." I pondered, "Although I haven't had much contact with her, I still have to say that this Muggle is not as stupid as you think. You remember everything from birth to the present, so what do you think of? ?"

"Perhaps you understand that even if I knew, I was just a newborn baby? I just had some senses, remember the feeling of being escaped from death, but I remember that stupid Muggle said that she delivered me Yes, my first and last name are derived from my father."

"But, there is no wizard named Riddle in the wizarding world, except you of course. Could it be a surname made up by your father?"

"Who knows?"

"Your mother is a Muggle, and your father may be an anonymous wizard with Slytherin blood? Huh, it's very interesting. Do you want to find clues about your father this summer? It should be very interesting."

"Is it okay if you don't go with Senior Sister Black this summer?"

"What could be the matter?" I said, "Senior Blake will go to Germany to visit her fiancé this summer, and there is no acquaintance who will hold a graduation trip for us this year."

"I always feel that you will think of me only at the end." Riddle said with a slightly complaining tone.

I widened my eyes and said, "I asked you before every summer vacation. I told you before going to the Quidditch World Cup last year. You can't talk nonsense like this, Riddle."

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I also have an updated self today, um, so, I will catch it today.