Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 190 Tom Riddle: The New World

Before the sorting hat completely fell on Riddle's head, he announced the answer loudly: "Slytherin~~"

There was applause at the long Slytherin table, Riddle walked over there expressionlessly, and he saw Malfoy smiling and applauding him.

"I'd say you're supposed to be a Slytherin," Malfoy said before he sat down.

Riddle nodded at him, but Malfoy wasn't surprised that there was more to say.

Starting in the second half of the train, Riddle tried Occlumency and asked him a lot of questions.

It has to be said that Riddle's magical talent surprised Malfoy.

Before they got out of the car, the eyes of this poor-looking little man had already become hollow.

"Great talent, Tom," Malfoy had told him at the time, and he meant it.

"This magic requires willpower, Abu, and that's what I'm good at." Riddle replied with blank eyes.

He is really good at this, even in the face of the shocking castle, there was no emotion in his eyes that had just become a little empty.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was the attention stared at him from the professor's table—the person who annoyed him was looking at him in surprise.

But Riddle didn't care about him. He knew that these professors, like the managers of the orphanage, had the supreme right in their own territory, and Riddle didn't think he had the strength to challenge this right.

He needs to be more low-key, before he learns those terrifying black magic.

Therefore, he could only ignore that person instead of confronting him.

From the next day, Riddle officially began to learn magic.

It excites him, but something unpleasant always happens.

Slytherin is not a house that poor people should go to.

Yes, almost everyone here lived in the wizarding world, except himself.

It made him discriminated against, and someone told him: "You should go to Hufflepuff because people there also wear second-hand wizard robes."

What this person said caused everyone to laugh, but he didn't really care.

In the orphanage, people seldom talk about clothes, but fists are the last word, so he spends all his time learning magic.

Of course, what he studied the most was Occlumency—because of telepathic perception, he was very afraid of others prying into his thoughts.

"I can help you teach those who mocked you a lesson, Tom, if you need me to."

Malfoy, who learned that Riddle was being laughed at, grabbed him one day and whispered.

"It doesn't need to be like this, Abu, it's just a small trouble." Riddle said with the corner of his mouth curled up.

Really, it's just a minor annoyance.

He didn't even retaliate for it, because he didn't want to attract the attention of any of the professors until he had developed Occlumency to a certain level.

Life was moving forward in such a busy way, and Riddle eagerly absorbed the knowledge of Hogwarts.

He walked quietly in the castle, running between classrooms, libraries, auditoriums and dormitories.

"Play Quidditch, Tom, you need to participate in some extracurricular activities." Malfoy found him before Christmas and said.

"I don't like that, Abu." Riddle said politely with a smile, "I prefer to be immersed in the ocean of magic."

Malfoy nodded, without any further persuasion.

In more than three months, he saw amazing changes in this junior.

He gradually became gentle from an indifferent person who didn't know how to communicate with others.

And the emptiness in his eyes was quickly replaced by calmness—that is a change that can only be made after learning Occlumency to a certain extent.

Not only that, he also found that this junior was learning some of his habits, such as elegant speech and aristocratic etiquette.

He absorbs everything around him, the most must be magic knowledge, but it is not limited to that.

"Come to me if you need anything, Tom, you know I'll help you." He said hello and left.

Riddle kept smiling the whole time, but he never asked Malfoy anything except the one on the train.

There are enough professors here that they are willing to share with themselves.

And he discovered that not everyone, like Dumbledore, would isolate his spiritual perception.

More professors, in his view, are as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and have no more thoughts than students.

It was a world full of idiots, and he could handle it with ease, except for that nasty Dumbledore who was always watching him like a voyeur.

However, Riddle was not afraid of him, because he never broke the rules.

Life looks good, at least much better than the orphanage.

But it's not completely without bad things, such as the black magic that he can't forget, and the black magic that wizards fear, he hasn't learned it for a long time.

After consulting the information, he found that there is a magic school called Durmstrang, which actually teaches black magic openly.

This made him a little angry. If the school invited him, he might be happier.

But now it seemed that it was too late, because he had already come to Hogwarts.

"I hope to have the opportunity to study there in the future."

Riddle, who has yet to find a way to learn black magic, sometimes thinks so.

Apart from this, Hogwarts was very satisfying to him.

As the school year progressed, his talent was gradually revealed, and there was almost no course content that could stump him.

Transfiguration, Potions, Charms... He performed well in everything, and every teacher praised him, except Dumbledore.

Oh, and the flying professor, who was also a little bit upset with Riddle.

"Go fly for a while, Riddle, it'll make you happy."

She often said that to Riddle, but all she got was a sweet smile, and then she would see Riddle bury his head in the book again.

The flying professor was a little dissatisfied with this, but she really had nothing to do with this well-behaved, gentle, and sweet-looking boy.

When he smiled, the flying professor's heart broke.

It has to be said that Riddle's appearance has such lethality.

Many girls would talk about him behind his back, saying that he would definitely become a handsome guy when he grows up.

Riddle didn't care about that.

Compared with looks, he cares more about black magic, because that is the fist of the orphanage.

And fists are what he wants.

But he also suffers because of his looks, because some students will be jealous of him, so they belittle him and even try to bully him.

But no one could please him, as long as they dared to do something, Riddle was never timid.

"Don't mess with that kid, he's scary when he's fierce."

Among the lower grades of Slytherin, such remarks are circulating.

And when some people hear these remarks, they will touch their necks, and some will clamp their legs.

Riddle never cared about these remarks, and he would not take the initiative to attack anyone, because he likes this new world, and there are too many things he likes here.

Especially the library, he wished he could build a floor there, but unfortunately this application was not approved.

But in any case, this is a year that makes him happy, and he only hates how time flies.

　An 11-year-old, short, thin, handsome boy, what bad thoughts could he have?
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(End of this chapter)