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Malfoy finally couldn't stand it anymore: "You?! And a Mudblood!"

I knew that Malfoy was still that deadly, with the same lack of curse words.thought Nora.

Riddle's face darkened: "For the sake of our friendship, please don't use that word, Abu." He stood up, "Let's go out and talk."

The door is closed again, leaving behind an unknown house-elf and an even more unknown Nora.

"You're a Mudblood!" Teto came to his senses, pointing at Nora in horror, as if he saw a dementor, "My God! Dirty Mudblood! Teto actually served a lowly Mudblood! Teto has hot cocoa for that Mudblood!" He started banging his head against the wall frantically: "Totto is a bad elf, Teto served a Mudblood."

The corners of Nora's mouth twitched as he slammed into the wall, shaking the whole room.

Hit it, hit it, anyway, this is Malfoy Manor, not her home.The little elf has always been strong and strong, and I have never heard of anyone who really committed suicide by hitting a wall.

"I say you……"

"No! I don't want to listen to Mudblood!" Teto covered his ears and Apparated away.

Nora jumped out of bed to find herself in a silk pajamas she could never afford.The wizard's robe was hanging on the side, but the coat had been replaced, along with the wand and Gallon.

Someone took them, and that person was probably Tom Riddle.

While Nora was changing, the door was pushed open again, and Tom walked in.

Nora quickly pulled up the covers.Even if you are a wizard, you have to take off the original one according to the steps to change clothes.So she is equivalent to wearing half of her body now.

It's a good thing Malfoy didn't come in with him, Nora thought, blushing.

Tom looked as usual: "Let's go." Nora quickly cast a spell, and the wizard robe automatically put on her body.

"Go? Where?" she asked.

"go home."

When he said the word home, his eyes were very gentle, and that gentle look floated on the surface, unable to cover up the inadvertent indifference.

Norah thought that if, just if, she didn't know him that well, and that Tom Riddle would become Voldemort and commit heinous crimes, she might believe that he really loved her, and only she.

After all, he is Voldemort, and his intelligence has not been damaged, and the handsome face he inherited from his father has not been destroyed. Almost everyone was deceived by him, even Ravenk who is known for his wisdom. Law's daughter Lady Gray.

He has always been good at disguising himself, the only one who sees through his essence is Dumbledore who knew his childhood.In terms of wisdom, empiricism, magic, 17-year-old Nora is far from the great wizard.

She finally understood what the proprietress meant by the wonderful delusion.

"I'll be fine soon," she said, jumping off the bed, her bare feet on the thick carpet of Malfoy Manor, frantically looking for her shoes.

Tom waved his wand, and the warm yellow light enveloped her feet, and a pair of well-made low-heeled leather shoes that fit perfectly fell on her feet.

He also remembered that she didn't like high heels.

Like Cinderella, Nora thought.

But there's no need to tell Tom, he probably didn't read fairy tales as a kid.

Tom naturally took her hand and led her out of the room.

Malfoy stayed outside the door, looking at Nora with the same resentment as a wife looks at a mistress who has robbed her husband, making Nora wonder if he and Tom have any relationship beyond subordination.

"You'll regret it," said Malfoy darkly. "She's a vile, dirty Mudblood. Unlike you, you're a noble volt…"

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Tom, sounding like an order.

The arrogant Malfoy really bowed his head obediently because of this sentence.He didn't know that in the future, his son and grandson would not only lower their heads, but prostrate themselves on the ground and kiss the cape of the person in front of him.

The so-called pure-blood pride is really a joke.

Nora knew what Malfoy's last words were, of course she did.

It was one day in fifth grade, and Tom told him he had a new name for himself.

"Voldemort," he said, and with a wave of his sleeve, the shining "Tom Marvolo Riddle" in front of him was rearranged into "I'mLord Voldemort."

"Sounds like the name of a cult leader," she said at the time.Then buried herself in her old broomstick and didn't take the name to heart.

Merlin knew that he would really become the leader of a cult organization in the future.

Malfoy's gaze was still glued to her back as Norah and Riddle walked towards the fireplace.

You die of warts and syphilis anyway.Nora rolled her eyes at him inwardly.Seeing that his life is not long, I decided not to care about him.

The other end of the fireplace led to a tiny apartment—a typical wizarding apartment, but tidier and less impersonal than the average wizarding apartment.

No sooner had Tom emerged from the fireplace than he let go of Norah's arm.Nora was caught off guard and fell to the floor, disheveled and embarrassed.

Tom was condescending, with obvious anger on his face: "I told you, Nora, don't make your own claims, it will only put you in a dangerous situation."

An unprecedented panic rose in Nora's heart.

It seemed that at some point, she had a similar dispute with him here, but it didn't end well.

The real anger was quickly hidden and turned into a sigh.Riddle leaned down and plucked the hair next to Nora's ear: "Why are you still doubting, Nora? You have already got what you desire."

He called her name in a low voice, his eyes looked like black swirls.For a split second, Nora almost thought he was speaking Parseltongue.

Because every time Tom Riddle uses that language, like now, it looks very, very dangerous.

"What I... long for?" Nora asked cautiously.She pinched her palms with her nails to stay awake.

"Yes, what you desire," he said.

Then, he kissed him.

Don't get me wrong, it was just a light kiss.When his lips touched hers, a thunder exploded, Nora's mind went blank, her body reacted faster than her brain, and she pushed him away.

Their eyes met, and Nora opened her mouth: "I... I just..." A blush appeared on her cheeks, and soon spread to the whole face.

What should she say?

Nora Gray, 17 years old and never had a boyfriend, was forced to give her first kiss in a dusty situation, to a mad and dark devil who could become her enemy at any time.

It's amazing.

Some memories, memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind.

It was an amazing feeling, like being on the ground looking down on a scene, and at the same time experiencing everything she felt as a person in the scene.At the same time, the senses are divided into two parts.

Nora, a few years later Nora, moved into the apartment with a small suitcase.

"Is that really all right, Tom?" she asked, directing the contents of the box back into place with her wand.The small suitcase contained all her clothes, books, invention kits, cosmetic bottles and others.They are flying out of the box in an orderly manner.

"What are you worried about, Nora?" asked Riddle, who was more mature than when he was studying, leaning against the closet.

"Your... those friends don't seem to like me very much."

"Do you mind what they think?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind at all." Nora said, it didn't sound like she didn't mind at all. She swung the magic spell heavily, and the clothes broke into the closet one by one, creating a whirlwind, "You It's my boyfriend, not theirs."

"Most of them are just vassals without their own opinions. If no one guides them, they will spend their lives accomplishing nothing, and they are not qualified to be my friends at all." Riddle said lightly, "Believe me, Noah La, you are my only friend."

"I thought..." Nora frowned, "I thought we weren't just friends. We were...lovers."

"We are," said Riddle, "but what difference does that make?"

Nora gave up arguing the issue with him, saying: "I don't know why my apartment caught fire. The Ministry of Magic said it was because of the flamethrower I put in the apartment. Not only did they not pay compensation, they paid a lot of money." To the landlord. But I've made sure that the flamethrower is absolutely safe."

"You have too broad a concept of security," said Riddle. "I knew that from Potions class."

"Hey!" Nora glared at him angrily.

In this world, Nora loved Tom Riddle, and the love was real, and they had many happy memories.But amidst the sweetness, there was always a trace of uneasiness in her heart.

No matter what excuses and reasons you find for yourself or for the person opposite, you can't eliminate the uneasiness.

"Nora? Are you all right?"

Tom Riddle's voice pulled her out of her memory.

"I'm fine, I just have a headache," Nora said.As long as you don't appear in front of me, or do some unexpected actions, she will be safe and sound.

What she saw just now was the memory of Nora in this world?

"I understand." Riddle suddenly seemed reasonable, and he straightened his collar slowly: "You got a little scared today. You need to get a good night's sleep."

"Yes." Nora echoed repeatedly, "Have a good night's sleep."

She got up, subconsciously touched her pocket and realized that her wand was gone.

"Here," said Tom.

It was her wand, eleven inches, willow, dragon's nerve.

"Thank you." Nora took the wand and said dryly, "There is one more thing."

her gun.Her magic was not enough in front of Voldemort, and a pistol made her feel more secure.

"I didn't know you still had it," said Tom. "Some crude little invention from school."

Having said that, he still handed her the penis.The muzzle of the gun was pointing down, the butt of the gun pointed at her.Nora saw a dangerously uncertain gleam in his eyes, but she took the pistol anyway.

"Thank you." Nora took the gun.

"Where's the ring I gave you, Nora?" he asked suddenly.

"Um... I put it away, you know... and occasionally I want to try not to wear jewelry." Nora stammered and explained.

Fortunately, Riddle didn't say anything more.

"Then I'll go back to my room first." Nora almost scrambled away from his sight.

The author has something to say: Nora: Actually...you forgot to give me my money.

Riddle: ...