HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Tom Riddle, like a sudden storm, swept across the entire Slytherin House.

As soon as he appeared, the usually arrogant Slytherins lowered their proud heads involuntarily, with awe and obedience in their eyes.

Abraxas, the proud heir of the Malfoy family, at that moment, could not help but be attracted by the unique charm exuded by Tom.

His eyes followed Tom's every move closely, as if being pulled by some mysterious force.

The crowd around him was buzzing in his ears, but Abraxas only focused on Tom. His heartbeat quickened and subtle waves arose in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, illuminating the way forward for Tom.

With the help of his family's profound influence, he provided Tom with solid financial support.

In this Slytherin power game, Tom, a half-blood wizard, was like finding a solid piece of driftwood in the rough sea, and gradually carved out his own territory in the map of power.

The young man who was once so handsome and outstanding has now undergone his transformation in an unexpected way.

According to Seconas' description, Voldemort's head is now as smooth as an egg, and the features on his nose seem to have been cleverly erased by time, making him look like an uncarved boiled egg.

Abraxas always judged people by their appearance, but the scene before him was like a heavy hammer, hitting his optic nerves hard.

His eyes froze there involuntarily, as if every detail in the picture was ruthlessly tearing apart his inner peace.

Time flies, mercilessly carving everyone's face.

He was once a handsome young man sought after by Slytherin, but now, having passed away, he can only hang quietly in this dark study, becoming a silent wall decoration.

Abraxas' thoughts, like a ghost drifting in the wind, quietly returned to that unforgettable dinner.

The firelight in his memory danced on the dining table in the ancient hall of Hogwarts, and the mottled light and shadows swayed gently on his third-year student's face.

In the noisy crowd, Abraxas's eyes were inadvertently fixed on a figure - that person was Tom Riddle.

In the bustling crowd, Tom's unique temperament attracts the attention of people around him like a magnet.

His black hair was slightly lifted, and under his messy bangs, a pair of deep black eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a subtle smile, revealing a hint of imperceptible confidence.

His skin was as pale as moonlight, but it didn't look sickly. Instead, it highlighted his delicate features, making people want to take a second look.

"Senior." This was the first time Absax heard this title from Tom Riddle.

He couldn't help but freeze, his eyes following the name as it echoed in his mind.

At the Hogwarts sorting ceremony, Absachus looked at the young man standing quietly in the corner with a thick book in one hand, and couldn't believe that he would be sorted into Slytherin.

He had thought Tom would be sorted into Ravenclaw.

In the atmosphere of Slytherin, the mixed-blood identity always seems a bit awkward, and people will feel a bit of strange looks from time to time.

But surprisingly, Riddle was like a fish at ease in the ocean of Slytherin.

His figure shuttled through the corridors, and every smile of his would draw a low exclamation.

He was always the one who received the most love letters and was always the most popular among girls, at least that was what Abraxas thought.

In the days that followed, Abraxas would often hear professors praising Tom Riddle.

Such praise can be heard in the classroom, in the corridors, and even in the faculty lounge.

Especially Professor Slughorn, there was always a special pride in his voice, and his eyes would sparkle with excitement whenever he mentioned Tom Riddle.

Tom successfully won Malfoy's favor with his intelligence and unusual steadiness.

Of course, for Abraxas Malfoy, what made him more moved was Tom's almost perfect appearance, which was a precise blow to his aesthetic sense.

Abraxas waved his arms violently in the portrait, his voice full of undisguised shock, "There must be something wrong with his brain!"

He really couldn't understand how Tom Riddle could be so cruel as to do such a thing to his own appearance.

Lucius waited quietly, his eyes following his father's lips, until the last word was finally spoken.

His heartbeat quickened slightly and his throat felt dry, but he still gritted his teeth and continued the topic he had not finished.

He knew that Senus in front of him might not take these words seriously, but his sense of responsibility drove him to express his worries.

Lucius' eyes were filled with deep concern as he stared closely at the girl he had raised with his own hands, as if he wanted to lock her firmly in a safe space with his gaze.

His voice was a little heavy, but it revealed his unquestionable determination: "Do those things that make your heart beat, but please promise me to protect yourself and don't let yourself be swallowed by the dangerous vortex."

He paused, as if gathering strength for his next words, "Remember, in addition to this, the Malfoy family will always be your unshakable backing."

The soft and hidden corner of Segnus' heart was suddenly touched gently by a gentle force.

Her heartbeat accelerated at that moment, as if a delicate finger was plucking at her heartstrings, triggering a series of subtle resonances.

This was an unprecedented experience in her life, just like the rising sun, warm but not dazzling, quietly illuminating her perception of love.

The atmosphere of this family seemed completely different from the luxury in the palace. The language here was frank and simple, which she had never heard in the palace.

In the past, she was always urged to do better, and the people around her never seemed to care whether she was tired or not. No one whispered to her where the strong arms she could rely on were.

She sat there, her fingers tapping the table unconsciously, her heart full of confusion.

This thought was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through the ice in her heart - maybe, just maybe, she could try to trust them once.

But at this moment, Segnus's hands suddenly clenched into fists, ruthlessly extinguishing this budding idea.

She never wanted to experience the pain of being abandoned by her loved ones again.

Every time she thought of the hurt, her heart felt like it was being pierced by a needle and she felt a pang of pain.