HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

However, before the smile on his face could solidify, something hard suddenly stabbed him in the chest.

Tom shrank back subconsciously, but still firmly grasped the tip of the wand against his chest, curled his lips, and looked indifferent.

“This is no joke”

Then he leaned over and sat back on the bed with a nonchalant look on his face, causing the mattress to sag slightly.

Cygnus wiped her wand slowly, but the words she said made Tom's heart tremble.

"The product of love potion is loveless, Tom, don't fool yourself."

This made Tom a little annoyed for a moment, and his brows furrowed. For the first time, he felt that it would be better if he was not the product of the love drug.

Then maybe, just maybe, well, he himself didn't know what might happen.

After all, he was just the product of a ridiculous love potion.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. The main body seems to have recovered a little. I can feel that he is getting stronger."

Senus did not expose Tom's trick of changing the subject on the spot. She looked indifferent. She did not want to care too much about the personal feelings of her employees.

However, compared to Voldemort, she was more concerned about the man she saw at the dinner today.

Alastor Moody.

An Auror who was well-known in the wizarding world, but he obviously knew her. It was certain that the two had never met before.

In short, she would definitely investigate thoroughly if she had the chance, as she always felt that Moody was a time bomb.

"Without that stinky rat, it would be impossible for him to be completely resurrected. His father's bones, the servants' flesh, and the enemy's blood, I think, wouldn't it be better to just dig out his father and burn him to ashes?"

As Riddle said this, he was playing with the quill that Cygnus had placed beside the bed out of boredom. His fingers were moving flexibly, but his eyes were a little vague.

And when Segnus thought about it carefully, it seemed that they had the same father.

But if he himself doesn't care, then she doesn't have to care either.

"Then I'll leave this task to you. I think sometimes it's a very good experience to prevent yourself from resurrecting."

After saying that, he smiled in Riddle's direction and raised his chin slightly towards him, looking exactly like Draco's arrogant look.

Riddle had long been aware of Segnus's evil tastes. She herself was a very vicious person who even lacked empathy.

At least she wouldn't sympathize with him, and he didn't expect her to sympathize with him.

"Then you have to wait until I finish the things I have on hand. You know, Selwyn is a difficult guy."

Thinking of Gareth Selwyn, Riddle suddenly felt overwhelmed and scratched his hair in annoyance.

Did he really sleep for too long?

I always feel that this generation of students is more perverted than the other. Not only is there a Segnus, but there is also someone as perverted as her.

"As for Selwyn, you can't be defeated by him, right? He's just a third-year student."

Riddle's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. His heart seemed to be stabbed hard by Segnus' words, but he quickly adjusted his mood, took a deep breath and said:

"I'll take care of Selwyn's affairs, so you don't have to worry about them."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Cygnus' mouth. She knew that Riddle's pride would not allow him to show weakness in front of her.

"Well, Tom, don't let me down."

There was a hint of threat in her voice, cold and without a trace of warmth.

Tom didn't answer. He turned and left, thinking about how to deal with Selwyn.

He knew that this time it might last a long time. Selwyn was not the kind of opponent who could be easily defeated, at least not before he fully recovered.

"and many more"

Cygnus suddenly called him. Tom stopped but did not look back. He turned his back to Cygnus, his body tense.

"You can handle the matter of Moody yourself, but if he really becomes a threat, don't hesitate to get rid of him."

Tom nodded without saying anything, but he already understood what Cygnus meant.

The moment he walked out of the room and closed the door, a red light flashed in his eyes, full of determination and ruthlessness.

He would not let anyone stand in the way of his plans, not Selwyn nor Moody.

Watching Riddle's leaving back, a hint of amusement flashed in Segnus' eyes. She tilted her head and tapped the table lightly with her fingers.

She enjoyed this power game and was happy to see Tom become more ruthless and decisive under her influence.

She hummed softly and continued to polish her wand.

There have been too many things happening recently. She wonders when she can have a good rest.

Draco, she always hoped that Draco could live happily and carefree.

But now, she was a little hesitant whether she had protected Draco too well. It seemed that those naive and innocent characters never had a good ending.

I really hope her younger brother can come to his senses and be more sensible, at least stop being such a drag.

Although she really liked her little brother, if he really affected the chess game she had set up, she couldn't guarantee that she would choose to abandon him.

I just hope he can be more successful and not be so bad that he gets abandoned by her.

As for Hermione Granger, she is just an ordinary Muggle wizard. Her diligence and erudition are her greatest shining points, and now they are also the sharp knife in her hand.

Perhaps Dumbledore never thought that he could win over that clever girl, who was originally the backup he prepared for the savior.

A savior with courage but no brains doesn't deserve such a good friend.

Hermione can only shine when she becomes the third generation Dark Lord. Good talents should not be buried.

At this moment, Segnus's ice-blue eyes flashed.

Theodore Nott.

She admitted that she did take advantage of the boy's feelings, but did that mean anything?

He also volunteered.

Voluntarily sink, voluntarily follow her, and even more voluntarily be swallowed by the darkness.

She believed that even if she let him die now, Theodore would not hesitate at all.

I'd ask her if she doesn't feel bad for doing this?

Of course not. Only the weak will repeatedly mention feelings. In the world of the strong, feelings are just the most useless part. Its only function is to make those who like to act emotionally become weapons in her hands.

Looking at the black lake outside the glass, it was dark and mysterious, and there was a feeling of being spied on, as if countless people were staring at me and my every move was being watched.

Segnus didn't know where this inexplicable illusion came from, but it didn't affect her at all. She went straight into bed, wrapped herself tightly, and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow is Hagrid's first Care of Magical Creatures class. I hope he doesn't cause any new trouble.