Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 189 Tom Riddle: The Hogwarts Express
The steam train slowly drove out of the platform, and Riddle quietly looked out the window.

Even though his mind is far beyond the age of 11, facing the parents who are reluctant to say goodbye to other students on the platform, loneliness and loneliness still hang over his heart.

Tightening his wand tightly, Riddle looked away from the crowd and looked at the blue sky.

"Is anyone here?"

A clear voice came, and Riddle turned his head to look, and saw a well-dressed blond man standing at the door.

"No." Riddle replied.

Through spiritual perception, he vaguely sensed that this person had some curiosity about himself.

"There are still three seats here, come and sit."

The people outside the door waved their hands to the distance, then looked at Riddle again, "Abraxas Malfoy, fourth year Slytherin, what's your name?"

"Tom Riddle, freshman." Riddle said succinctly.

"I can tell." Malfoy walked in, sat down across from him and said, "I think you can get into Slytherin."

"Why?" Riddle asked, leaning towards the window as Malfoy's partner walked in.

"There's a fierce light in your eyes, Riddle, that's very Slytherin." Malfoy said with a bold smile, and his two silly-looking companions also laughed.

After laughing, one of them said to Malfoy, "Let him out, Malfoy, it's too crowded here."

Riddle turned his head and glanced at the speaker. He hesitated for a second, but then stood up and prepared to leave.

"You don't have to leave, Riddle."

Malfoy stopped him, then said to his companion, "You're messing with someone who shouldn't be, Crabbe, and you should apologize to him."

"Him?" Crabbe looked up at Riddle with contempt in his eyes.

"Do something, Riddle, and let me see what you're capable of," Malfoy said. "Slytherins don't accept softies."

Riddle looked at Malfoy with a blank expression, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Haha, it's just him..."

In the middle of Crabbe's words, Riddle suddenly hit him on the throat with a backhand - the root of the wand was half a centimeter behind his fist, and that part touched Crabbe's throat first.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed hoarsely, his face flushed red.

"Can't spell, can he still use magic?" Riddle asked Malfoy.

"He doesn't have the ability yet, Riddle." Malfoy said, seemingly in a good mood, "but when he recovers..."

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, Riddle raised his leg and kicked the burly Crabbe on the chin, kicking him to lie curled up in the carriage.

Malfoy: ...

"What are you testing?" Riddle asked, looking at Malfoy.

Malfoy frowned, but he didn't answer Riddle's words, but got up to look at his partner.

"fainted..."

Another friend of Malfoy's raised his wand, but Malfoy stopped him before he could finish the spell.

"He's not seriously hurt, Goyle, he's all right."

After comforting his companion, Malfoy spread his hands and looked at Riddle, "My father once showed me black boxers. Their eyes are as fierce as yours. Riddle, I just want to know if you are like this. I have no malice."

"Is there any wizard who can detect other people's thoughts?"

Riddle suddenly changed the subject, which made Malfoy a little confused.

"I'm just curious, can't the fourth grade know the answer?" Riddle asked.

"Legiliency, it can do it." Malfoy helped Crabbe up and switched seats with him.

"Then how to stop this detection?" Riddle asked again.

The professor's ability to block his perception made him curious for a long time.

And this person in front of him could also blur his telepathy, so he couldn't wait to know the answer.

"Occlumency, Riddle, that's a way to keep someone from hacking into your brain."

Malfoy's answer made Riddle's eyes light up. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated and gave up.

"You want to study?"

Riddle nodded.

"Wait a minute, I remember that there is a related book in my luggage, which can be given to you."

Malfoy said, got up to get his luggage, then took out a heavy book from it, and gave it to Riddle.

"Thank you."

Riddle couldn't wait to take the book over, and flipped through it on the spot.

Malfoy didn't bother Riddle, he asked about the situation of his companions, and then chatted with them about his summer vacation experience, but glanced at Riddle from time to time.

Riddle watched very intently, completely ignoring the gazes of the other three people, until a fat sales witch came over and woke up Riddle who was immersed in the book.

"Need something, child, the train will be a long time away," she asked them.

"Choose more snacks, Goyle."

Malfoy said in a commanding tone, and then looked at the sales witch, "Butterbeer, Ms. Hiddleston, bring us a few more bottles."

"The Muggle world has had a prohibition on underage drinking for a long time, Mr. Malfoy, it's not good to drink at a young age." She said in her mouth, but still bent down to find alcohol for them.

"Butter beer, the taste is very good, the alcohol content is not high, how about some?" Malfoy asked Riddle.

Riddle hesitated, nodded, and took a bottle of beer.

Goyle chose something to eat and put it on the table. Everyone started to eat, but Riddle didn't move anything.

"You're welcome, we're friends, let's have a little." Malfoy said with a smile.

Riddle could feel the sincerity in his heart, so he nodded, picked up a piece of meatloaf and ate it—he was really hungry, and there was nothing in his pocket that could make a rattling sound.

"That person was a Muggle just now?" Riddle asked puzzled, "I thought there were no Muggles in the wizarding world."

"She was originally a witch from a pure-blood family, Riddle." Malfoy whispered, "but because she married a poor Muggle, she was abandoned by the family, so... she can only do this lowly job. "

Riddle nodded while eating the patty, and looked outside curiously, but Ms. Hiddleston had already left.

"Try this, Riddle, Chocolate Frog." Malfoy picked up one and handed it to him. "There are wizard cards in here, and I have saved a lot of them."

Riddle nodded, put down the patty, opened the package, and a frog made of chocolate snapped onto the window.

"mine."

Crabbe grabbed it, threw it into his mouth without waiting for Malfoy to speak, and looked at Riddle triumphantly.

Riddle ignored his provocation, but took out a card from the remaining packaging, with an old wizard in a green robe on the front.

Turning over the card, he saw the following content:

Nicole Flamel (1327-)

Owner of the Philosopher's Stone.

Recognized as the greatest alchemist in the contemporary world, he is also an opera lover...

"Nicole Flamel." Malfoy, who took a close look at him, said, "I have several cards of him, each with a different age, and people don't know exactly when he was born."

"He is more than 500 years old?" Riddle rarely showed surprise.

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone made him live forever, Riddle, and his wife is also over 500 years old." Malfoy said enviously.

Riddle turned the card over again and looked at the old wizard with desire in his eyes.

More than 500 years, a wizard can live for such a long time... he thought excitedly.

　There is no love and hate for no reason, and the same is true for desire.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)