HP Tom Riddle

"Okay." I wrinkled my nose and didn't bother.

Riddle continued to open the book and read it with gusto. I thought he was really bored, so I looked at his side face for a while, and finally couldn't help but lay down on the table and fell asleep.

The train was about to arrive in 10 minutes when I was called up by Riddle, because it was an early train, so according to common sense, it was not dark at this time, but it was raining lightly outside today, and it looked gloomy, like It was night.

Riddle threw me a wet towel to wipe my face: "How do you define the relationship between a soul and a wizard?"

"What's the matter?" I said a little confused, "The relationship between souls and wizards? Why are you suddenly interested in this? I have heard family portraits talk about this. They said that a wizard can only be strong if his soul is strong." Really powerful—all powerful wizards have a powerful soul. However, as far as I know, just like time magic, magic about souls is also a taboo. The difference is that until now soul magic is still Placed at the apex of the ranks of forbidden magic, it has not been lifted."

"I see." Riddle smiled, "Thank you."

"You're interested in this?" I asked.

"Just like you are interested in time magic, we all like taboo things." Riddle raised an eyebrow at me.

"No, that's just you." I insisted. "Time magic wasn't taboo, not anymore."

"But it used to be." Riddle's tone was very embarrassing, "Are you still very interested in it now?"

"Ah, but you know, Hogwarts has such a sparse collection of books in this area for some reason."

"Have you looked for it seriously?"

"I have, isn't there a book about time magic on that one shelf?" I thought about it and decided not to mention Senior Weasley.

"Do you believe what Weasley said?" Riddle's expression was a little strange, "What can he know with that brain? You can believe whatever she says, Elena, how have you become so innocent now?"

"Are there many?" I decided to ignore the very offensive words from Riddle's mouth for the time being, and get out what I want first.

"Oh, you should use my magic to search, why not expand the scope a little? I haven't searched for time magic. Although this book should not be many, it is not rare. I can take you to find it." Riddle said, "You should have looked for me sooner than wasted so much time looking for a Weasley."

"That's right." I clicked my tongue twice, "I have enough time, and I'd like to go around in circles to pass the time."

"Okay, okay." Riddle closed his mouth just as the train arrived.

When getting out of the carriage, Riddle used his wand to cast a rain-proof spell on me first, and then cast one on himself. We walked together in the rain and found a carriage pulled by two horses. Del's magic was very powerful, and the rain spell was still in effect until we got off the carriage and entered Hogwarts Castle.

The atmosphere inside the castle was not very good, probably because of the war between Grindelwald and the Muggle world.After Riddle became the grade representative, our seats in the restaurant were not together. My seat was rooted next to Senior Black, and after I stepped down as the grade representative, Senior Black pulled me away without any scruples. To the front end of the third grade sat.

"Did you have fun?" Black-senpai brought me a plate of pudding, and ended the daily quarrel with Lestrange-senpai by the way, and asked me.

"The banquet is boring." I said honestly, there is no need to tell any lies with Senior Black.

"Oh, otherwise, why do you think I didn't go to the banquet held by that golden retriever's house." Senior Blackie didn't know why she was very angry with Senior Malfoy, "Ah, the banquet with mixed blood and idiots, only He will like to do this." Senior sister Black said and paused here, "Have you encountered annoying flies?"

"Yeah." I said vaguely, "I met that French girl and chatted for a while."

"What did you talk about?" Senior Black asked.

The author has something to say: Is it an apology?I can’t do it anymore, my back hurts from sitting, and I still can’t sit on the bed to type. If I don’t get stuck, there will be tomorrow, but on the 23rd my mother and the others will go home, and I have to go to drink that day (the literal translation of my local dialect here, My third aunt moved to the house and held a banquet for family gatherings), I hope I have time to write hahahaha, good night.It seems a bit early to say it now, so be it bytheway.