HP Tom Riddle

"Well, of course. Because I'm a Shafiq, and Shafiq is always the best." I said, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"No," Riddle said, "anything."

"Well, in fact, this is the most difficult arrangement—but I think I still know your taste, a little bit more, right." I looked at him expectantly.

"Yes." Riddle nodded as I wished, "Thank you for remembering what I like to eat."

"It couldn't be easier." I turned my head, "Do you want to see my collection? I store them all in the basement, some very interesting things."

"Why not?"

"Then come with me. There's a staircase in my room that goes straight up there." I grabbed Riddle's wrist excitedly. "Oh—my God, your hands are so cold. Are you cold, Riddle?"

"No. It has always been like this. My body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people." After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at the window sensitively, "——what is that?"

I looked in the direction Riddle's hand was pointing at, and it was a mass of black unknown objects smashing the window.I got closer and realized it was a black owl with a Howler letter in its beak.

Just to be on the safe side—and Riddle was usually right—I pulled out my spare wand, opened the window of the room, and let the owl in.

"Mr Riddle:

We have received reports that you were using magic in Highcone Valley at 58:[-] this afternoon.

You know, underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic outside of school.If you continue to behave like this, we will expel you from the school* depending on the circumstances..."

Riddle violently took the wand away from my hand, and put a "split" on the letter: "You can see if my guess is right. They can tell whether it is the house-elf's magic or my magic." magic? When I'm using an unregistered wand."

"Forget it all." He swung the wand at the owl again, "It's okay, although this one is not very handy."

"Then give it back to me."

"No, lend me a few days first." He slipped my spare wand into his sleeve involuntarily, "I'll return it to you when I get back to Hogwarts."

"You don't need magic for a while." I went and let the poor owl fly. "With Qiqi here, you don't need it. Just call her."

Riddle folded his hands and said nothing.

I wrinkled my nose. "Okay, I know, you don't like house-elves. If you don't have a second owl to visit, as you like."

"Of course there won't be another one coming." Riddle raised his eyebrows with certainty, "Where is the staircase you mentioned?"

"You will never think of it." I walked to the closet, "Of course it is a closet." I opened the closet and gave Riddle a look, "But, as long as this-" I closed the closet, pulled out another spare wand, and He tapped his hand, "This is the stairs leading to my storage room."

I gently hooked the door open with my hand, and a deep and long wooden staircase replaced the wardrobe space.

"Actually, there is only one way to go down." I said.

But Riddle is more concerned about the magic: "Is there anything special about the magic just now?"

"The special thing is not magic." I lifted my chin slightly and explained proudly, "It's the magic pattern and magic circle, Shafik's original creation."

I lead the way to the front.

"Fluorescent flashes." I took the wand to illuminate the path below, "Let's go—the fluctuation of magic power of every wizard is unique, and the Shafiks have developed a method to capture it based on this, and then, That's why this method of security was invented—it's very safe, because magical fluctuations cannot be replicated."

"Wonderful idea." Riddle was pleasantly surprised, "What kind of things have you collected?"

"Some precious books on black magic and weird gadgets. Oh, of course I don't have much resistance to black magic, although I have been injured by it."

"what happened?"

"I told you it's dangerous, but it's not the magic itself that's dangerous, but the wizard who uses it. As Professor Mellors showed, the levitation spell can also kill, but black magic is much more dangerous than the levitation spell." The weak-willed will be controlled by it, the unstable will be influenced by it--it will induce you to do those evil things, involuntarily, like a fool."

"It's too exaggerated." Riddle said a little dissatisfied.

"Ah, of course." I laughed. "Dark magic is still fun. If it's a sword you can control—it's here."

I knelt down and lowered my wand, revealing this stone slab blocking my way: "Arajo hole open." I released the lock on it.

"The same principle?"

"Yes, open it."

Riddle raised his wand, pointed at the slate, swung it up, and the slate rose by itself without chanting.

"This wand is still a little rough," he grumbled.

"It's acacia wood. It doesn't like being used by wizards other than its owner. Normally, it would have been Alexander's wand—well, Alexander Shafik, my grandfather. He passed it on to me." I glanced at Riddle. The wand in his hand, "You have to return this to me."

"Of course, I still prefer my own one."

"Okay, put a floating spell on yourself to slow down, let's jump down, there are no ladders here."

The author has something to say: 1. Based on the format of the warning letter received because of Dobby in "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets", the roaring letter is the setting in the movie version (Order of the Phoenix)

〖Private Supplement:〗The Ministry of Magic used a machine to detect whether minors follow the rules of non-use of magic outside of school. Afterwards they use districts instead of wands, and children who live in the wizarding world are supervised by their parents.