[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

Holding the book he had just borrowed, which might be too esoteric for a first-year student, Riddle slowly walked back to the cellar.

There was a commotion behind him, it seemed that many people came over, Riddle frowned, he wanted to pretend he didn't hear anything and quickly walked away, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and the pace of leaving paused.

He pursed his lips and turned around. It turned out that they were the senior students who had returned from Hogsmeade.

The weather was getting cooler, and these senior students were wrapped in the cool air brought from outside the castle. Most of them had already changed into thick cloaks decorated with warm animal furs. The luxurious cloaks made the young nobles beautiful and proud.

But everyone's momentum was suppressed by the brilliance of Malfoy with platinum long hair, his pale skin was as cold as porcelain in the cool weather, his ice blue eyes were half-closed, and his dense eyes were long. His eyelashes drooped lazily, as if he was tired and disdainful of everything. He didn't wear luxurious furs, but raised up the collar of the cloak embroidered with dark patterns, covering half of his delicate face. And the sharp corners of his mouth were raised slightly, casually chatting with the students who surrounded him.

It's been more than a month since Abraxas overheard Warren saying "don't underestimate him."

Abraxas's words had a great impact on him - the recognition from the head of Slytherin made him uncontrollably jump for joy secretly, and also ignited more desires to become stronger.

He was like a sponge that hadn't been in contact with water for a long time. After the initial dry silence, he frantically absorbed everything about the wizarding world.

His talent and power that had been suppressed in the Muggle world for a long time, and his self-confidence made him stand out from the naive and even stupid and ignorant first years.

But his innate cunning and cleverness allowed him to learn how to restrain his light at a non-glare level, and he also learned how to control the surrounding Slytherin nobles who "have been socializing since birth" How to make people feel good about him.

Besides, what does Parseltongue represent, Riddle already fully understands, since he was born, he was destined to be extraordinary.

He is getting more and more comfortable in Slytherin, and he has the feeling that Abraxas is pulling him intentionally or unintentionally. This kind of insignificant closeness and optimism makes those sensitive nobles watch and examine again, at least No one insulted him so unscrupulously anymore, allowing him to have more energy and time to appreciate this mysterious and vast magical world.

Although he felt that Abraxas's behavior of wooing him was a bit sudden, Riddle had always had an almost conceited self-confidence in himself. He could clearly feel the great power deep in his soul. He knew that he and those mediocre ignorant wizards They are different—the outstanding future head of the Malfoy family may be keenly aware of his own potential and value.

"Ah, cousin, you're back."

The girl's sweet and delicate voice woke up Riddle, who was in a daze. He stood where he was, and bowed slightly to the people in front of him, "Hello, seniors, and hello, chief."

The dark-haired girl let go of her companion's hand, lightly and playfully squeezed away Stuart Marlowe who was standing beside Abraxas, and took the arm of the platinum boy, "Oh, I really want to go to Hogsmeade too. I'm playing in the village, I'm bored to death at Hogwarts all day..."

Abu concealed the obscurity in his eyes calmly, and kept telling himself that this Legris Black had not betrayed him, "My lovely little princess, don't worry, you will be able to go to Hogsmeade in a year," Glancing at the Honeydukes bag that Warren had cast the Shrinking Curse on, he naturally took it over, took out a few small bags of delicate and expensive candies, and handed them to Legris, "I brought you some small gifts. , but don’t eat too much, it will decay your beautiful and lovely teeth.”

Warren was speechless, and secretly glared at his calm friend: ... This is obviously my candy!

Abu handed another bag to the girl who stood quietly waiting for Legris, glanced at Riddle who was about to leave, ignored Warren's angina, and handed out another bag, "Riddle, I heard You've earned a lot of points for Slytherin, keep it up."

Riddle was stunned for a moment, looking quite flattered, "Thank you, chief."

Abu looked at the back of Riddle leaving, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. Voldemort in this life seemed to show his ability faster than the previous life, but he had restrained himself in less than two months. With thorns exploding all over his body, he became restrained, and he also learned some etiquette of the nobles. Although the clothes were not beautiful, they were much more pleasing to the eye than before.

The temperament of the whole person is much gentler than that of Riddle in his previous life.It's hard to imagine him going crazy.

Crazy... Perhaps, the "node" where Voldemort went crazy could be found?

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"What's wrong..." Riddle sat on the soft sofa in the common room, frowning as he looked at the gray potion in the cauldron in front of him. "The finished potion should be dark brown."

The boy sitting next to him is Mars Rozier, a branch of the Rozier family. He has light brown hair and a weak physique. He is looking at Riddle with a surprised expression, "Tom, this is something you only need to learn in fifth grade." Potion, what are you doing this for?"

"I saw it in the book, so I did it out of curiosity." Hearing Tom's name, Riddle pursed his lips slightly, but he didn't show his displeasure.

Mars was his first "friend" in Slytherin, and although he bluffed a bit, he needed this "friend".Mars would be a start, and from here on, he would have more and more friends, or rather—followers.

Every great person has his followers, and Riddle is very clear about where his ambition lies, and he also faintly feels that he can go very far.

"A drop of Esik's herbal juice is missing," Abu happened to pass by after the class, and casually helped Riddle resolve his doubts. "I think Professor Slughorn will be proud of you for the content of the fifth grade."

The sudden opening seemed to frighten Riddle. He froze for a moment, stood up, with a slight redness on his face, a little embarrassed and nervous, "Thank you, chief."

The black hair is docilely attached to the fair face, and the eyes with beautiful lines are looking at the blond Slytherin in front of him, with the respect and admiration that Abu is familiar with in his eyes.

Very well-behaved, and a little lively that this age should have.

Abraxas looked at Riddle in front of him, feeling a little dazed. Was Voldemort in his previous life also so "well-behaved" and "lively" in the first grade?

These two normal words, placed on "voldemort", actually gave Abu a creepy feeling, and the "well-behaved and lively" appearance of Voldemort who became the queen of the Dark Lord appeared in his mind.

He nodded stiffly in response to Riddle's thanks, and Abu shook off the terrifying scene in his mind, and walked towards the dormitory at a faster pace, it can be said that he fled in despair.