[hp] Dragon Training

Riddle sat on the cold throne, his black suit outlined his figure extremely well, no matter who saw this body, he would be envious and praised, but he seemed unwilling to be seen.He sat alone in the middle of the empty hall, and the stained glass showed fragmented dim light in the backlight of the seat.

The black-haired, dark-eyed man sat on the seat with his eyes downcast, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed as if extremely tired.His whole body was shrouded in a black veil, as if his figure had been filled with mist.The whole hall was extremely cold, but he couldn't feel it at all. Nagini spit out a letter and swam across the cold ground to find its owner. The python circled around the throne, because it didn't sense Riddle because of the black veil, and looked around. After a while, Nagini was a little distressed and left here again.

The room returned to silence again, and even the sound of scales rubbing could no longer be heard.

Riddle was extremely sleepy, the damage of black magic to the soul was too great.The so-called soul splitting is to achieve the punishment of cutting the soul by killing people with the ultimate evil black magic. This kind of forced immortality will continue to wear away the broken soul. Every minute and every second, Riddle can feel that the soul is burning like flames. Gradually reduced to ashes.The wind chime frost herb from Malfoy's house could have relieved this pain, but it had already been picked in advance when he went there last time.

He closed his eyes heavily, wanting to sleep for a while to relieve the suffering, but when he fell into a dream, some painful and deep memories in the depths of his soul began to flood him like a stream of water.

Riddle felt that he was walking in a dream, and the thick ink of memory gradually overwhelmed him, and the places he had walked turned into dim and unclear scenery, and an ancient world was gradually constructed.

……

[40 years ago Hogwarts]

11-year-old Tom Riddle stood in front of the auditorium. He wore a cloak on his head, his clothes were old and shabby, and he didn't even have any decent stationery in his suitcase.He had only just left the orphanage after all, and everything there wouldn't leave him much money.Even so, he has been silent, his waist has been straight, and he looks no less than anyone else.

He stood at the back of the line, while the people in front were whispering all the time, and several children surrounded one person like stars and moons, as if they were very eager to talk to that person.Riddle glanced there, but he couldn't see anything because of the crowd of people, so he lowered his eyes and stopped looking.

The dean of Gryffindor and the teacher of Transfiguration, Albus Dumbledore, stood up and told them about the branching. They will be divided into four houses with different affiliations. They will be called after a while. Go forward, and the Sorting Hat will tell you which choice is right for each person.

The little wizards were whispering, talking about which house they would like to be assigned to. Suddenly, someone loudly said eagerly: "Mr. Malfoy must go to the noble Slytherin, right! Only the best students are accepted there!"

All of a sudden, everyone admired the house of Slytherin, but that Mr. Malfoy didn't say anything, being surrounded by the crowd was extremely silent.Many people still wanted to chatter, but Riddle finally heard an unbearable voice: "Shut up."

Riddle was stunned for a moment, thinking that the voice sounded good, he stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up, and saw a girl with platinum blonde hair at the front of the line, that girl had shoulder-length hair that was half-length but not short Standing on the highest point, she turned her head and glanced at the crowd, with an extremely arrogant temperament on her brows, she commanded and overbearing: "Shut up, all of you, those who don't want to stay in school, go back to me as soon as possible before the train leaves." Don't let me hear you whining like flies in my ears again."

But even if she is so arrogant, no one dares to stand up and say no to her.Riddle looked up, and the cloak hat slipped off his head because of his movement, and he met the girl's eyes.He was surprised, because after all, he had never seen such a beautiful person. Her blond hair was like the morning light flowing on mercury, and her eyes were as clear as the petals of cornflowers deposited in the Baltic Sea. It's so beautiful, like the elf princess in the picture album in the orphanage.

Riddle's dark eyes couldn't help staring at her for a while longer, the "girl" was stared at by him, as if offended by something, she frowned and stared at him, then turned her head and didn't want to look at him anymore.

Riddle was assigned to Slytherin. At that time, the Snake House was just a lonely and strict college in the eyes of everyone. It did not have the meaning of evil as it did later. As long as students can enter, it represents excellence and aloofness.He put the old wizard hat back in silence, but at this moment the old hat suddenly opened its mouth, stared at him and said loudly: "What a terrible person! You will bring destruction!"

Professor Dumbledore by his side trembled, as if he was touched by these words.All the children looked at Riddle inexplicably, but the black-eyed child still didn't say anything, just stared at the hat for a while, and sat down at the long table in Slytherin with a faint ironic smile up.

The only thing that attracted Riddle's attention was that the "girl" with platinum blonde hair was also assigned to Slytherin. When everyone was watching her, Dumbledore told everyone that this "girl" "Mister Abraxas Malfoy, actually.Abraxas sat on the chair with pride on his delicate and beautiful face, like a king waiting for others to crown him.

Riddle glanced at him a few times, and finally said nothing, but felt a little sleepy, lying on the table and trying to sleep.

The days in the college were ordinary, without any ups and downs. Riddle seemed to have violated the evaluation of the Sorting Hat. He attended class and did his homework well. As a good student of Slytherin, he lived every day very peacefully.He doesn't have many friends, he always likes to be silent, and he doesn't want to communicate with others when he is free. He prefers to stay in a quiet place and sleep.Of course, such a person would not receive much attention in Slytherin. Most people would not be willing to communicate with him, and his usual movements would not be discussed too much by others.

...It should have been a dusk after the rain. The weather was not very good, but there was a faint gloomy light illuminating the corridors in the school.In the corner of memory, the silver armor shone dumbly in the corridor.

Abraxas shook off the group of people who had been following him to please him, and walked up the corridor alone.He fixed his gaze for a moment, and saw several fourth and fifth graders gathered around the armor, making it difficult for him to be alone. Abraxas frowned and realized that it was a black-haired Slytherin, probably about the same age as himself.

A Hufflepuff was very angry, pinching Riddle's collar, looking at the black-haired and black-eyed child in front of him who was still looking at him with indifferent eyes, a burst of anger in his heart: "You bastard! Are you looking down on us? ?”

Riddle just said one word: "Yes."

The fourth-year Hufflepuff seemed to be insulted, and raised his hand to punch him.But in the next second, he was stopped by someone, and before he could react, he was slapped hard on the face.That Hufflepuff was completely stunned, and a Gryffindor beside him seemed extremely angry. Looking at the guy who suddenly rushed out to beat someone, he said loudly, "Who are you? Don't meddle in your own business!"

Abraxas slowly withdrew his beating hand, and completely protected Riddle behind his back: "Even I don't know who it is, but I still plan to stay in this school? It's just a bunch of garbage, who will allow you to touch me?" ?”

Everyone looked at this young master who looked like a girl in amazement, the beaten Hufflepuff seemed to want to say something, but his companion seemed to have remembered something terrible, and with this ignorant The goods left quickly.

Riddle looked at it, and felt that he didn't seem to have anything to do, so he adjusted his clothes and planned to leave.

Abu looked at him and frowned dissatisfiedly: "What a rude guy! Don't you even thank me?"

The black-haired Slythering stopped. He never had to say thank you in the orphanage, because they always regarded Riddle as a rat in the sewer, and no one would help him. What about the mouse's thanks?Riddle was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you."

Abu looked better, but his extremely beautiful face was still a little unconvinced, he frowned and snorted, "Why did they beat you? Did you offend those seniors?"

"Because I was sleeping in the library, and when I woke up, I randomly took an assignment and wrote it, but I took it by mistake and wrote it as their homework." Riddle thought for a while and smiled sarcastically, "The key is that I wrote them all. By the way, the professor saw that they cheated and punished them for a week of confinement."

Abu said incredulously, "You wrote the fourth grade homework?"

"Fifth grade." Riddle corrected casually, and planned to leave indifferently.

It was the first time for young master Malfoy to see such a person who didn't take him seriously. He was a little dazed. Looking at the back of the black-haired child walking away, he thought he looked pretty when he smiled... The young master crossed his arms Waist unhappy: "Hey! I don't care if they bully you again next time!"

Riddle: "No."

Abu was taken aback: "Why?"

Riddle turned his head and looked at him with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "Because I belong to you, isn't that what you said?"

Abraxas stared at him in the corridor at dusk after the rain. He was silent for a long time for the first time, and finally he also showed a smile on his face.He ran over in a few steps, put his slender arm on Riddle's shoulder: "Ha, you are so strange!"

Riddle smiled, let him support him, and turned his head to look at him. Abu's light blue eyes were as clear as precious gems soaked in ice and snow, and his platinum-blond long hair hung softly on his shoulders. above, like a cropped piece of sunlight.He thought for a while: "Well, can I ask you a question?"

Abraxas said generously, "Tell me."

"Why do you have long hair, you're a boy, aren't you?"

Mentioning this incident, the young master had a sad expression on his face, his eyes drooped as if he was extremely sad: "Because of my mother, she likes girls..."

Seeing him sad, Riddle felt a little pain in his heart. He frowned and comforted him in a panic: "Um, don't be sad. I like girls too."

This is probably the most regretful thing he has ever said in his life... Riddle thought, the weather that day was so gloomy, he lived for 11 years, grew up in the darkest place in the world with a tragic life experience, and finally at that dusk Here, I met the precious and only remaining light in my life... Then his light gave him a hard look and hit him.

Abraxas seems to like his new friend very much, and he likes to be with him wherever he goes. The two grew up in very different environments, but Master Malfoy never seemed to care about these things, as his His friend treated him wholeheartedly, and no one has troubled Riddle since.

The people of Slytherin saw Tom Riddle squarely through Master Malfoy. At first, everyone didn't agree with him, but gradually they discovered his genius-like magical talent, and he could easily take the first place in all courses. learning level.The students of Slytherin gradually paid attention to this black-haired student who didn't communicate with others very much, and the gamers even began to respect him.

Riddle was a little deaf to these accumulated respects, in fact he was beginning to be a little distressed.Because in normal times he can always hide in one place to sleep quietly, now there is always a person with long platinum hair who can find him no matter where he is, dragging him up from sleepiness to do all kinds of endless things matter.

"Riddle! Wake up!" Abraxas pulled Riddle up from the sofa again, "You can't always sleep, you need to be more refreshed..."

"Abu...why do you always like to call me Riddle?" He was not angry when he was woken up, "After all, Dumbledore or others like to call me Tom."

"Because Tom sounds very ordinary, he is my man, how could he be an ordinary man." Abraxas raised his eyebrows with some complacency, suddenly he froze for a moment, looked into Riddle's dark eyes and said, "Are your eyes bad?"

"Well, a little short-sighted." Riddle rubbed his eyes, trying to make the vague feeling fade away, "You see it?"

"Hmm...the eyes are not so obvious because they are black, but they don't seem to be out of focus. So, are you born with it?"

"No." Riddle smiled, "I was beaten when I was a child, and glass shards got stuck in my eyes, and I almost went blind. After I recovered, there will be sequelae."

After his eyes became clearer, he froze for a moment, looked at the sad and pale Abraxas, and immediately shook his hand to explain: "No, no, I was joking with you, but I'm actually fine... Abu, I'm really fine." OK." (1)

Abraxas stared at his eyes, and finally his eyes were a little red. He took a deep breath and turned his head away from him: "You bastard..."

"Yes, yes, I am. Don't be angry." Riddle said with a smile, his delicate eyes had some soft colors.

"..." Abraxas said, "Riddle, are you staying at school this Christmas?"

"Well, because there is nowhere to go, the school is my home."

"Then, are you going to my house?"

"..."

Master Malfoy blushed a little, don't turn your head to look at him, and his voice was a little tight: "I, I just think it's a pity that you don't have a Christmas present. I have a big Christmas tree at home, and the tree will be full of presents. If you come If so... it’s not impossible to give them all to you.”

Riddle didn't say anything, he was silent for a while and suddenly walked over and hugged him.He is taller than Abu, so he can just hold him in his arms.

That Christmas, Riddle received a Christmas tree gift, but after the Christmas dinner, Abramovich gave him a special gift—a hardcover diary.

Riddle was puzzled: "Why did you send me this?"

"Because you sleep all the time! Doesn't it feel like a waste of time to sleep all day?"

"will not."

Abu picked up the diary and hit him: "Anyway! You write down every day! At least you know what you do every day!"

Riddle made a bitter face, but also nodded.He thought for a while, and took out something from his pocket and handed it to Abu: "Your Christmas present."

Abu took it apart and found that it was a very long black ribbon, not very high-quality material, but it gave off some black soft light in the candlelight of the dinner: "This is it?" (2)

Riddle pointed to the ends of his hair: "The hair has grown."

Abu immediately puffed up his face and said angrily, "Huh! I'm going to cut my hair tomorrow!"

"Mrs. Malfoy won't agree, and besides, you look very good with long hair."

"Really?" Abu asked suspiciously.

"Really." Riddle smiled. "Otherwise why would I give you a hair tie?"

"Well... Then when I have a son, let him have long hair!" Abu smiled happily.

Riddle wanted to laugh in his heart, thinking that this person who cheated on his son was too cute.Looking at his smile, it was like cutting a halo into the darkest and most difficult place in my heart, warmly illuminating every corner, turning the suffering and burden of the past into the long gone time like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Time flies by, the boy and the boy are each other's memory during that time, they walk together and never leave.

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