[HP]Love and Hogwarts

In the Slytherin lounge, the narrow window outside the window was always filled with the dark, dark green black lake. From time to time, a few ugly-looking creatures swam past, completely blocking the light from the bottom of the water.

After a long time, the few squids lying on the window outside the dormitory window finally slowly swayed away with the water, and the light in the dormitory was once again dyed with dark green light by the lake outside the window.

There was silence in the room, except for the shallow breathing, not even the usual sleep talk. In the darkness, a pair of dark green eyes illuminated by light slowly opened. Kahn sat up from the bed without making a sound. He opened a corner of the bed curtain and peeked out, his scrutinizing eyes swept across the other three four-poster beds with curtains drawn tightly, and returned to his own bed without a trace of nostalgia.

After using her wand to cast a faint light so that she could see clearly, she cast her gaze on the books on the bedside.

...not this one, um...not this one either - there is.

She reached out and took out the diary, which looked even more unsightly against the backdrop of several other brand-new textbooks, and opened it gently. There was also a sentence written on it: "Goodbye, Kahn, I will look forward to your next visit." It came once." It was the reply that Kahn didn't see after he closed his notebook on the train. He didn't delete it, but kept hanging on it.

At this time, he should have felt that the diary was reopened. The line of words slowly disappeared on the paper, and a sentence reappeared: "Hello, is this Kahn?"

"Good evening, it's me, Tom - you're stealing my magic." She said straightforwardly without any foreshadowing.

Her handwriting quickly disappeared, and Tom added unhurriedly: "Are you crazy?"

"After studying magic for so long, this is the first time I've heard that magic can be stolen. Could it be that I was confused and took the dream seriously." He seemed to find Kahn's words funny, and joked a few words to himself.

Kahn would not doubt herself because of these words. She was very sure of her judgment: "Tom, what are you going to do if you want magic power?"

This time, it took a long time for the diary to say again: "...I don't know how to get rid of this ridiculous idea of ​​yours. Since you doubt me so much, just throw me away again. Anyway, I'm used to it, no matter what happens. Everyone will naturally think that I am causing trouble, yes, yes, a diary that can talk is indeed a good object of suspicion."

He looked as if he was very sad because he was suspected. Kahn originally asked him not because he was angry, but just curious about what he was going to do. Seeing him so sad, he comforted him: "Don't get excited Tom, no one will throw you into it." Flushed down the toilet."

……

The air suddenly became quiet, and there was silence for a long time before the diary made any movement: "...Have you ever thought about it this way?"

"A little thought." She wrote sheepishly.

"Don't think about it anymore." He suddenly changed his attitude and ordered forcefully.

"Okay." It wasn't a big deal, she agreed obediently. "Tom, now tell me why you need magic power?"

"Are you so sure it's me?" He still wanted to struggle.

"Then I can't doubt myself. I rarely do that."

"I don't like talking to smart people." Perhaps because of the sense of danger of being thrown into the toilet, he became much more honest and stopped trying to lie. He even muttered: "Too stupid. It won’t work anymore, I have a problem of getting headaches when talking to stupid people.”

"What about the one who is neither smart nor stupid?" Kahn was almost immediately attracted by his words and asked curiously.

"Mediocre, boring, and annoying," he said simply.

Just say you hate everyone. ——Kahn thought quietly in her heart, well, not quietly at all, so she directly wrote this sentence in her diary.

"You're wrong." Unexpectedly, he didn't even pause and immediately denied Kahn's words: "Of course there are people I don't hate."

"Who?"

"I."

"..." After staring at the word "I" in the diary for a moment, Kahn decided not to comment on it and changed the topic back: "Hurry up and let me go back to sleep after listening."

——She really shouldn't have said this. Before she said it, maybe he would have moved faster. When she heard her say this, it was obvious that he was writing fluently and beautifully just now. Now he suddenly became like a person who had just been electrocuted by high-voltage electricity for three days, miraculously survived, and then tremblingly picked up a pen to write.

The time it took for him to fill a piece of paper may have been as long as a century. Kahn stared at the diary for a long time before he recognized the large paragraph he wrote: "It's very simple. Guess a person who has been hungry for half a century When a sumptuous dinner is suddenly placed in front of a person, what will he decide?

1 This is impolite. You need to politely ask the host of the dinner. After getting permission, you can be moved to tears before you start enjoying.

2 even the host of the banquet ate together.

It would be too unethical to choose the second option, so I just chose the third option. I didn’t tell the dinner host and ate some secretly. It would not delay her and save myself. Isn’t this a good decision? "

Kahn was startled for a second by his confident tone, if not for any other reason than because this was the first time she encountered such an evenly matched opponent.

She quickly gathered her emotions and wrote slowly: "Tom, it's time for you to practice your handwriting. They look as disgusting as reptiles. Also - if the host of the dinner was not me, I would agree with what you said. And no one can You have been hungry for half a century, and you are not a human being. I will not throw you into the toilet, because you can't be flushed away, so I decided to send you to travel to the bottom of the Black Lake."

After a brief silence, "...Oh, why do we have to do this? You are a good girl." Tom did not mention Kahn's sarcastic words about his handwriting, but the words that reappeared in the diary changed back to exquisite fonts, He said in a humble and polite tone: "Keep me here - you will never regret this decision."

"Maybe." Kahn replied perfunctorily. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not impossible to keep him: "Let me think about what you can do -"

On the official first day of school, ever since Malfoy got furious, ever since he heard early in the morning that Harry and Ron drove the Flying Car to school last night, he had already recited ten times in just one hour, "I I really don't understand why Hogwarts doesn't expel them." Look, that's it, it's the eleventh time.

"If they are Slytherins, perhaps Professor Snape will grant your wish." Kahn said.

"That's terrible, don't make such an unappetizing metaphor." Malfoy elongated his face in disgust, "It's disgusting to think about it. If they were really Slytherins, I would drop out of school immediately - what are you doing, what are you writing? So long?" He looked at Kahn, who was sitting opposite, engrossed in writing in a torn notebook, knocked on the table, and said after she raised her head.

"I'm talking to someone new." After saying that, she lowered her head and continued writing.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked with concern.

"Why do you say that? I feel very good and breakfast is delicious." She said without raising her head.

"Oh, it's nothing." Malfoy glanced at her and the book and felt that it shouldn't be a big problem. Anyway, his friend often said such incomprehensible things.

Kahn was holding a glass of milk in his other hand, holding a pen and casually talking to Tom about what she had promised to tell him before, the Tom Riddle with the same name in the trophy room. She only knew about this person. So much, I only know that he has a medal for the school's special contribution award.

He seemed so eager before, but after knowing the answer, he didn't seem to feel any disappointment and ignored the topic in a calm tone.

"I've eaten, and now I have to prepare for class. Breakfast is a milk and ham sandwich." She put down the finished milk glass and wrote in her diary: "It's delicious, but it's a pity that you can't try it."

After she finished speaking, she waited expectantly for his reply. Unfortunately, Tom was obviously very well-educated. Whether he was pretending or not, he had always been quite generous and decent.

"Maybe there will be a chance in the future. I'm really happy that you let me stay with you and are willing to share this with me. Please talk more in the future. I'm very lonely here alone."

"Okay, I'll tell you about lunch."

She closed the diary that she still wanted to say and put it in her pocket. Just when she was about to say hello to Malfoy and take a step forward, she was startled by a sudden thunderous noise in the auditorium. For a moment, she still I thought the ceiling was going to fall down.

"...I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you for stealing a car. See how I deal with you then. You probably haven't even thought about how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone... …”

Along with Mrs. Weasley's shout in the yelling letter, Kahn stiffly moved her neck. She had almost twisted her head when she turned it too fast just now. Looking at the Gryffindor table, squatting under the table, only Ron could be seen with a red head, and Harry, who was sitting on pins and needles with his face flushed, trying to appear more comfortable. She smiled suddenly, said something to Malfoy and left the auditorium.

Second grade life seems to be equally interesting.

She is always the first to arrive in the classroom, and this time is no exception. The new semester's class schedule was sent out yesterday. The first class is a Transfiguration class with Ravenclaw. They have to practice this class. It is actually not easy to turn a beetle into a button, but it is not enough for Kahn, who is very comfortable with black magic. She is not far away from success even with Animagus.

She easily added ten points to Slytherin in the Transfiguration class, and came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a relatively happy mood.

After about half an hour, she realized that there were some things that she couldn't be happy about too early.