HP Tom Riddle

Riddle then drew his wand and moved the books on his desk to an unoccupied corner.

However, one book did not obey his spell and struggled to jump up. For a moment, all the books were in a mess.The parchment is flying all over the sky.

"Black magic book?" I asked him with a positive tone.

"Yes." Riddle turned his head and stared at me with his deep black eyes, "What do you want to say about this? Don't touch the dark arts? Just like when I met Dumbledore with disgust? He said viciously, "then you can get out now."

"Bastard Riddle!" I immediately pulled out my wand and pointed at him.Why is he always thinking wildly?Did I say that?

He screeched at me: "I thought you were different, Shafiq! You walked into the classroom with Dumbledore and you're pointing your wand at me!" The rebuke was stronger. "Come, just man, use your wand," he said with disgust.

"Riddle!" My hands were shaking, and I finally couldn't point him out. "Do you think a pure-blood family would not have a little bit of black magic? Do you think the Shafiq family is a family with no background?"

"I have learned a little bit of dark magic." I touched the tip of the wand with my left hand and stroked it, "Do you understand what black magic is? Riddle, I don't want to teach you in such a superior tone, but I have to warn you You, I was only allowed to learn about the theory of black magic when I was 12—”

"How old are you now?" he asked sharply.

I was embarrassed, and to be honest, I just realized my age. Compared with Riddle, who was 11 and a half years old, I was obviously more than a star and a half older than him.

"Honestly I want to dodge this very much. But, Riddle, I don't want to hide from you. I just had my 14th birthday when we met, three months ago." I said reluctantly. .

"But you look like a girl who just turned nine years old*, and you're only a little over four feet." Riddle frowned, confused, "Are people in your family short?"

"Riddle!" I screamed, "Shafik is not short at all!"

"But you're short."

"It was an accident, who knows what those stupid goblins did!" I complained, "Maybe my body has shrunk, I can't be more than four feet."

"Probably, but the height-enhancing potion should have no effect on you, right?" Riddle said tactfully.

"I haven't drank height-enhancing potions, not any height-enhancing potions!" I finished hysterically, only to realize that Riddle might have deliberately diverted from the topic of black magic, but I had to go back, Riddle, who had no family education, looked , and will not go to the teacher to ask—I don’t know why, wizards nowadays always have a very taboo attitude towards black magic—this is very dangerous, "Riddle, I have to say that you are really cunning .”

"This cannot be bypassed. Black magic is very dangerous, and you cannot delve into it alone." I felt a little sad, "Do you understand? You can't take a fluke attitude. There are many wizards in history. Not seeing Death at the normal time is because of the Dark Arts experiments. I'm not saying you won't be allowed to learn the Dark Arts, Riddle. I want you to understand that the Black Arts are an unconventional kind of magic. All Dark Arts are Derived from looting, it has a different nature from the magic we use every day. It is easy for wizards to indulge in its power."

"You know what's going to happen? You're going to be a dark wizard, and the black magic is going to separate you from who you are to a certain extent, and you're going to lose yourself."

"Elena, it's not as serious as you make it out to be."

"Yes, Riddle. You must remember what I said, never get lost in the black arts." I recalled the teachings of the portraits, "This is the oath that every wizard who wants to learn the black arts must swear, The elders of the family lead them to swear. But since your elders don't know where they are, I can vouch for you."

"Elena." Riddle dodged his eyes, "You don't need to do this."

"Must." I grab his cold hand, which is as cold as a snake, "I don't want the first wizard I meet, he will die on the pursuit of the dark arts. Just because no one told him , how to deal with black magic!"

"Take out your wand," I said aloud, "and bring it to the point of mine."

Riddle complied.

"I swear I will never be addicted to the dark arts, I swear I will always be calm about it, I swear I will never become a dark wizard."

Riddle stumbled: "I swear I will never indulge in the dark arts, I swear I will always remain calm about it, I swear... I will not become one, dark wizard."

Golden lines ran out from the two wands, and went towards each other's arms.

"I swore it to a house-elf," I said lightly. "If you're overindulging in the Dark Arts I'll know, and then I can laugh at your lack of self-control."

"I don't think you'll have that chance," Riddle said ruefully. "What do you want to do now?"

"Change your desk." I pointed to a desk in the brochure that was decorated in a very similar style to this room, "and clean up your messy room."

"Who did this?" Riddle muttered.He picked up the black magic book that caused trouble, pointed at the messy floor with his wand, and whispered a spell.

While the parchment and book were finding their place, I switched his desk with my lost wand.

Finally, I slapped a disillusionment spell on my body.

"See you tomorrow, Riddle. Of course, if you want to learn black arts, you can come with me. I think I still need to know more than you. After all, I have studied systematically."

He said irritably, "See you tomorrow!"

The author has something to say: 1. The height of the heroine at that time: about 1.4 meters five, and it has not changed since then.

The plot needs, I assume, the children in the UK develop very early, I don't know if it is true.

2. Pay tribute to Stephen Hawking, the scientist I like very much, and I like his "A Brief History of Time", although I only understand half of it-some people, his life does not mean the survival of the body.