HP Tom Riddle

When he returned to the library, Riddle was quickly drawing some incomprehensible characters on the parchment with a quill.

"What are you writing?" I asked him hoarsely.

Riddle crossed the paper irritably, so hard that the parchment curled up.

"I shouldn't be so annoying yet!" I stared at the top of his hair angrily, those curly black hair looked very soft, it must feel good to the touch.

"No." Riddle said, and threw the pen aside, "This should be a correct inference, but when I experimented with the wand, there was no reaction at all."

"What experiment are you doing?" I asked with interest. "In terms of charms, I think I might know something."

"Forget it, maybe I'm looking in the wrong direction." He said "clean up" to the paper, and the messy and invisible ink marks disappeared, "When I encounter a problem that I can't solve , I will ask you."

"Whatever you want." I snorted dissatisfied, "Lend me the treatise on spells."

"Elena, you have to learn to write by yourself." Riddle said helplessly, but still pulled out the neatly written Charms Thesis, "I won't give it to you next time."

"Come on." I snatched the thesis he held between my fingers, "Practice doesn't bother me. The wizards who invent these theories really have nothing to do. As for spells, the important thing is pronunciation, gestures, and It is the strength of the input magic power, these are unclear, and it is useless to memorize more so-called 'theories'. Oh, of course, you have to be a master of empty words, and memorizing these theories is really useful." I borrowed from Riddle's Papers, said mockingly.

"Your focus on learning Charms is very novel." Riddle said lazily. I guess he didn't want to say anything about my behavior. "But that's not the reason for you to copy my thesis."

"Riddle, please do me a favor." I moved things a little farther away, "Please don't keep lecturing me about this—are you sure about tomorrow's flight lesson? Full-priority student Riddle?"

"Is there anything that bothers me?" He glanced out the window with a bit of self-confidence, "If Flint can ride a toy broomstick alongside a Muggle plane, then of course I can ride a broomstick across the English Channel .”

"Uh... it would be perfect if you were a little more humble, Riddle."

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"Flying lesson tomorrow—" Senior Sister Black hugged her change of clothes, and glanced at me before stepping into the bathroom, "Hogwarts brooms are always old and scary, be careful when controlling them , some broomsticks prefer to turn left, and some broomsticks like to go around in circles, but generally speaking, as long as your skills are good, these small problems will not trouble you." She closed the door, "Go to bed early, even though it is an afternoon class, But it takes a lot of energy to cope.”

"Good night, Miss Black." I said gratefully as I closed the bed curtain.

I have to admit that apart from being obsessed with bloodlines, Senior Sister Black is a very good person. She will remind me what Slytherin should pay attention to and tell me how to do many things.

Although, sometimes words and actions seem unreasonable, but she really told me that if I want to live in Slytherin safely, I must do what she said—and I did what she promised "Until she won't get lost".That is, this road *I don't really want to walk on it.

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When we got to the lawn, the professor seemed to have left for something, and there were almost thirty brooms on the ground.

"These brooms are really disgusting." Flint complained, picking out a broom with slightly neater hairs, "Fortunately, my skills are very good, this broom can't help me, it's Gryffindor Those Muggleborns out there who haven’t seen a broom before, they’re probably going to cry and go to the hospital wing.” He took the lead in laughing, as there are only a few sporadic people in Gryffindor, and when they heard Flint’s ostentatious words, they were all shocked. He stared at Flint with eyes that almost swallowed people.

"Shut up, Slytherin viper. It's not sure who will drop the broomstick! I think you've only ridden some toy broomsticks before." said a Gryffindor student, who seemed to be raised by a wizard family. The oldest child said, "I secretly rode my father's silver arrow! Unlike you, who only ride a toy broom and brag about how talented you are in flying, who can't even ride a toy broom."

"The old lady's speed of the Silver Arrow." Flint snorted, "I'm afraid these broken sweeps are faster than it." He snorted, and before Flint could say anything worse, Brian said hit him.

"Who said Silver Arrow and the old lady..."

"One point will be deducted from Gryffindor, because you are still talking during class." Professor Rice galloped from the castle with a broomstick that was more beautiful than all the brooms on the ground, "Everyone is standing next to the broom. "

I didn't realize it for a while, but Riddle pulled me to stand next to a broom that lacked a little hair. Compared with its other brothers, this broom looked much better.

"Now, put your hand directly above the broom and say 'up' loudly. It is best to give yourself confidence and let the broom trust you, so that it will jump into your hand obediently."

"Up!" I said, what I didn't expect was that it jumped into my hand at once, and I yelled twice to Riddle, who I boasted that I could fly across the English Channel on a broomstick, and his broom obediently came into my hand inside.

"You're not omnipotent after all, Riddle." I whispered triumphantly.

By the time everyone else got the broom, half of the class had passed, mainly a girl from Gryffindor, she called for a broom for a long time and ignored her. Finally, Professor Rice couldn't stand it anymore and went to instruct her personally This keeps me from learning a little bit about how to hold your broom in my first flying lesson.

"Ride on the broomsticks. When I blow the whistle, you should push your legs back vigorously, don't fly too high, phew——"

Professor Rice blew his whistle.

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