Snape's King Kong King Little Yellow Flower

Finch and Teacher Xiaohua looked at each other, and said in unison:

"I'm not……"

"I'm not……"

Finch looked at the panicked Teacher Xiaohua, a little surprised, and said with a smile, "You go ahead."

"I'm not Voldemort——" Teacher Xiaohua hesitated to speak, a figure floated on the notebook on the bedside table, and Tom Riddle, who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, didn't waste his energy to pretend to be a real person as usual, and snorted condescendingly: "Of course you are not, but I didn't expect that part of the soul to be so fragile that you, the elf, were suppressed—"

Finch was taken aback: "How?"

"I opened the secret room more than 100 years ago, practiced the law of immortality, split my soul, and gave a part of me to this sunflower. Simply put, this sunflower is the container for my soul," said Riddle ——Or the young Voldemort said, "Maybe I didn't realize that in a container with a living soul, a part of me can be easily suppressed, but this life can also be easily affected by my soul. ——It just so happens that the Brett family is raising a tree of life. At that time, I planted the sunflower that Finch had not had time to take away on the edge of the castle. A good container, and I can try my luck—see if I can meet you, Finch."

Riddle was a little conceited, he looked at Teacher Xiao Hua with aloofness and contempt.

Finch recalled that Antes was not particularly friendly to Teacher Xiaohua at the time, and reminded him that Harry had a bad smell—is it because they both have a part of Voldemort?

"We were separated at the beginning, and we can start again now." The young Riddle is indeed handsome and charming. He showed the weak dependence on Finch when he was young, the spirit of youth and the relationship between them Yes, the seven or eight years that no one can span, make people want to fall and turn back, besides——

"Besides—I'm not that idiot who only has black magic in his heart—I only have our good memories. My body and this part of my soul belong to you completely, Finch."

The young Riddle is like a rose with thorns, loving passionately and unrestrainedly. He is different from the complete soul that parted ways with Finch before. Finch, but found that Finch looked sorry and sympathetic.

He simply instinctively wanted to stop Finch's next words, but he also deluded himself and wanted to know what Finch was thinking——

Can time change hearts?can.

Can time change love? ——He is now suffering from the torment of love when he was young, tossing and turning, and he has countless pictures of two people getting along in his mind, until he saw Finch in the bathroom that day—the tip of his heart was trembling, and he was crazy——

"Actually, I'm not Finch." Finch looked at Riddle in front of him, and said apologetically, "I'm not Finch."

"I know you're still mad at me—I know, I'll never touch black magic from today on, really—I'm by your side just like we were before—it doesn't matter if you don't remember , Really, really!" The expectation in Riddle's eyes made it unbearable to see, when Finch said this, even Teacher Xiaohua was stunned.

"This has nothing to do with black magic, Tom," Finch looked at the panicked young Riddle, "as long as magic is used in the right place, there is nothing evil. But I'm afraid your Finch——has really disappeared.

The appearance of the human soul will not change. If you see a soul that is exactly the same as this skin, then it is not me.In other words, it may be because you summoned Finch's soul—I, Lin Qi who traveled from another world, was able to live in such a living body.The person you are waiting for may have really exhausted the vitality of his soul..."

The young Riddle couldn't accept it.

There is doubt and despair in his eyes—this part of him was born for Finch, and the notebook is full of his thoughts and guilt for Finch—

He shouldn't be disobedient.

He shouldn't have spent all his energy on fooling him and arguing with him during their short time together.

He shouldn't have - had a cold war with him at the end of that head-seeing time together.

I thought it could be salvaged.

Young Riddle thought.

After all, they are still young - the time spent together is like grains of sand leaking through the fingers, each one is worth cherishing, but each one cannot be grasped.

There is no room for redemption, at this moment he is the same as Lin Qi who lives in Finch's body, both are strangers - no, I am worse.

Finch looked at Riddle in front of him, he couldn't hold it anymore, like a withered rose, and the part of Teacher Xiaohua's body that was about to move seemed to be dead.

Where can I find you?

That miser -- he only gave me three years of time, one year of cheating, one year of concealment, and one year of cold war and quarrel.Did he think that he could be invincible without emotion—a fool.

Riddle disappeared.

Finch took the diary beside the bed, and accidentally opened it, only to find that it was full of words, and the word that appeared the most was "Finch"——

Finch felt a little hot now, he quickly closed the diary and hid it at the bottom of the cabinet.

Those are other people's memories.

Teacher Xiaohua is also a little dazed now, only hearing Finch's voice the same as before - "Go to sleep."

Teacher Xiaohua closed her eyes.

Finch finally passed the difficult History of Magic exam. With a few days left for the spring break, he was thinking about rushing home. When he was packing up his things, he found that the secret diary was no longer where it was.

Maybe, he left by himself.thought Finch.

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Professor Quirrell held the notebook in his hand respectfully, and asked the back of his head in the mirror: "Master, what should I do?"

"Of course I ate it." The creepy voice rang out again, accompanied by crazy laughter, the young Riddle's soul fragment became the first sacrifice of the lingering master's soul.

The flames of the fireplace devoured the notebook full of youthful friendship, and the blue flames licked the hopeless young love. The main soul body, whose soul power was stronger than before, looked at the flames, and his eyes were a little happy.

It was all mine—you, why can you come to him first?

The gears of time are still working unhurriedly, but the process of history is speeding up unconsciously.

How can a small person affect history? ——But history is indeed influenced by little people.

When Finch came home, he would always think, what would happen to the enthusiastic Riddle?Will it be - will it be killed by Harry?Will the soul in Teacher Xiaohua's body wake up, and will Teacher Xiaohua be destroyed?

Finch didn't know.

Teacher Xiaohua didn't know either.

The author has something to say: Author: I don't know either.

Suddenly found out whether the fan cp and the soup noodle cp can be accounted for hehehe.