HP Tom Riddle

After watching the Quidditch match for two years, what impressed me the most was that every time the two old friends, Gryffindor and Slytherin, met on the field, the game would be very exciting, but I didn’t like the result very much every time. , because Slytherin lost to Gryffindor for two consecutive years.

Tsk, it's really annoying, but what if the Seeker is not as good as the opponent?

Only the opposing Seeker is out.

When watching the last game of this year, Zabini, as always, sat next to me and commented on the players of both sides.

"I must say that Gryffindor is useless without Weasley." Zabini pointed to the Gryffindor substitute Seeker, "Look, that one is probably still in a dream. "

"Don't bother me to watch the game, okay?" I waved a small flag with both hands, cheering for Flint. He is much more pleasing to the eye in the Quidditch field. Overall it was very good.

"Flint is indeed very powerful, hey, but don't you think it's more interesting to watch that trembling little poor?" Zabini said with a smile.

"Little poor? Who?" I didn't realize it all at once. I scanned the Quidditch players in the audience, but I didn't find which one was the shivering little poor?

"Oh, did you listen to me just now? It's that Gryffindor Seeker trembling at a high altitude."

"You are really enough." I looked at Zabini very helplessly, "Then you can observe that poor little guy carefully yourself, and don't disturb me watching the game."

Zabini was reluctant, but fortunately he kept his mouth shut for the time being.

The game on the field, because the score gap between the two sides was not very big, was quite intense. I felt like I was about to wave a small flag with both hands until I became numb until that little golden thing appeared right above my head. ——

I looked at the Snitch overhead in shock, and the next second the Seeker from our academy flew here and grabbed it.

"Huh—" the super loud whistle blew, "430:200, congratulations Slytherin!"

"Slytherin! Slytherin!"

"Slytherin! Slytherin!"

"Slytherin! Slytherin!"

"..."

I feel like I'm so happy, I don't know why, I'm just very happy that Slytherin can win, I don't like this house very much, but I don't particularly hate it, but when it wins the honor, I feel honored, It's as if I'm the Hogwarts Slytherin of this day, rather than a traveler from 1603.

When I returned to the common room at night, it had already turned into a celebration banquet. I froze for a moment and closed the books in my hand a little. I went up and put the contents in the dormitory. Come down and join the carnival.But as always, I sat in the corner and watched everyone making a fuss leisurely.

Riddle is also one of the protagonists this time. Although I don't know how he made it this far, I'm not surprised at all. I always have a feeling that nothing happens to Riddle. strange feeling.

He, well, he's always been a magician, isn't he?

"Hey." The sofa I was sitting on sank, and this guy Zabini came to me again, "This guy Riddle is going to soar into the sky."

"Aren't you going to take care of those beauties?" I asked, shaking the glass in my hand.

"I'm getting engaged to that idiot Higgins from Hufflepuff." Zabini said irritably, "I don't have much ability, and I'm very small-minded. If it wasn't for a pure-blood with a decent family background, I really don't want to Take another look at her."

"Why are you suddenly engaged?"

"It's not because of the old bastard at home, you know, after you have money, you should think about status."

The author has something to say: Well, I finally know how to arrange the intimate contact between Elena and the boss Riddle—two little tadpoles looking for their father.

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