[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Riddle bit his lip and paced back and forth, apparently thinking seriously.

Then, he seemed to have made up his mind suddenly, and regardless of Mary's resistance, he dragged her downstairs in a hurry, as if he was eager to be recognized by others.

When they came to the basement classroom, the torch was not lit. When Riddle pushed the door until there was only a crack left, Mary couldn't see his face clearly at all, and could barely observe the scene outside the door.

"What are you going to do now? Is Hagrid coming here?"

"Be patient." He whispered, "My accusation against Hagrid is definitely not easy to come by. We will wait here, Mary."

Mary cared what he said, "Those students just recovered, I'm afraid..."

"Please, take back the overflowing kindness. Didn't you look at the dormitory they returned to? Besides, aren't we just catching the murderer?"

Riddle covered the back of her hand with his palm, and said quietly.

She withdrew her hand with strong suspicion, and instead peeked out from the crack of the door, except that Riddle tapped her on the shoulder for some reason, which made her suddenly startled, nothing happened at all.

At least an hour later, just as Mary was thinking about waiting a few seconds before she would ask Riddle why he slandered Hagrid, there was movement outside the door—someone was quietly walking in the passage.

Although she couldn't be sure who it was, the figure that was much taller than a normal person clearly indicated its name.

Riddle was as silent as a shadow, he must have read "Silence and Silence" at some point in advance, pulled Mary sideways through the crack of the door, and followed.

For about 5 minutes, they kept following that pace.Finally, Riddle stopped suddenly, tilted his head, and listened to the voice that had just appeared.

A door creaked open, and someone whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Come... come out, come up here... come here... into the box..."

She saw the dark figure of a large boy crouching in front of an open door beside which stood a large trunk.

"Hagrid, why are you here?" Mary spoke first, but it was still difficult to connect him with the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

"Good evening, Hagrid," said Riddle sternly.

The boy slammed the door shut and stood up.

"What are you doing here, Tom?"

Riddle took a few steps closer, protecting Mary behind him. "It's time to end. I've had trouble sleeping and eating since I discovered your secret, but now I have to report you, Hagrid. They are discussing that if the attacks don't stop, Hogwarts will be closed."

"What did you say—"

"I know you didn't mean to kill. But a monster isn't an ideal pet. I guess you just let it move around, end—"

"It definitely didn't kill!" said the big boy, stepping back and leaning against the closed door, and Mary heard a strange rattling sound behind him.

"Come on, Hagrid," said Riddle, moving closer, "that dead girl's parents are coming here tomorrow. Hogwarts can at least guarantee that the guy who killed their daughter will be killed... ..."

"Not it!" roared the boy, his voice echoing in the dim passage. "It won't! Never!"

"What the hell is that?" Mary wanted to go around Riddle, but was stopped by him again.

"Stay away." Riddle said, pulling out his wand, "Hogwarts always recruits some strange students, of all kinds... what a hidden danger. "

His spell illuminated the hallway with a sudden flash of fire.The door behind the big boy slammed open, sending him slamming against the opposite wall with such force.

Out of the door jumped out a huge, hairy, low body, with tangled black legs, many shining eyes, and two knife-sharp pincers—the eight-eyed spider!

"Hagrid! Are you raising it?!" Mary exclaimed, and Hagrid yelled, "It doesn't kill people! It's very docile!"

But that was hardly convincing, and Riddle raised his wand again, but it was too late.The monster fled in a hurry, knocked him to the ground, and then sprinted down the corridor and disappeared.

Riddle yelled at Mary, "Don't let him get away!" Stumbling to his feet again, watching its back, he raised his wand again, but the big boy jumped at him, grabbed the wand, and knocked him over again On the ground, he yelled loudly: "No——"

Mary also drew out her wand and silently chanted a spell to separate them. At this moment, blood was seeping from the corner of Riddle's mouth, and he stared at him resentfully, as if he was swallowing some thoughts forcefully. Finally, he only pointed the wand at the sea where his eyes were completely cracked. grid--

"Mary, he is the murderer!"

The matter has come to this point, no matter how Hagrid defends, everyone thinks Hagrid is the murderer, and Riddle's injury is honorable. For a while, the school hospital was crowded with people who came to visit, and the students who were petrified were also admiring Riddle's bravery, and agreeing to have Hagrid imprisoned in Azkaban.

Then, rumors spread about Hagrid "raising werewolf cubs under his bed" and "fighting trolls in the Forbidden Forest".

Only one person disagreed, and that was Albus Dumbledore.

"Mary."

After politely sending off the last Slytherin who came to visit, Riddle turned over and got off the bed, reaching out and fiddling with piles of condolence gifts from his admirers.

He didn't speak until Mary turned to look at him, "Why are you so depressed? The school is safe, and the culprit has been expelled. You should laugh."

"I was just thinking about Hagrid... I was also supported by Professor Dumbledore..."

"That's totally different. What did Hagrid do? He killed someone. Dumbledore defended him, but he just didn't want to see his dear Gryffindor suffer such a scandal." He made no secret of his admiration for Deng Bullido's disgust, in the eyes of others, after he has won the support of everyone, there is still an adult of status standing up against him, his anger is undoubtedly understandable.

What puzzled him even more was that Mary also had doubts about Hagrid's verdict. He had always had full confidence in himself, and it wasn't his boasting. If it were the other girls, they absolutely believed in it, and they believed it early. It's time to kneel at his feet with blood boiling.

"You never believed me, you didn't understand at all, I already knew you couldn't understand at all, you are really... ordinary, disgusting, and annoying woman."

What pathetic compromise was he making, why should he maintain that strange passion for Mary?

This is totally unnecessary.

He exposed himself like an impulsive schoolboy, and then he thought it was all very embarrassing, which clearly confirmed his immaturity in some ways.

He left a table of condolences and left without looking back.

No need.

With the last few minutes left of his fifth year, he took his OWLs and crafted a dark magic Horcrux that brought him one step closer to his goal - using that poor girl killed by a basilisk.

The headmaster still didn't pass his application to live in the school, that is to say, all the words he said in the headmaster's office that day were in vain, and he was going back to that cold orphanage to experience the low-level life of those boring Muggles.

Forget it, he knows that there won't be too many things that go well.He decided to go back to Little Hangleton to learn about his idiot mother's family. If he was a descendant of Slytherin, there must be a lot that could help him.

As a result, he was disappointed again.

He found that everything in this world except himself was a ridiculous disappointment.

If he recounted this disgusting journey to anyone again, he might not be able to go on—

The filth of the Gaunt house was unspeakable, and it almost reminded him, for a moment, of the room with the ugly bear.At that time, he twisted his neck unnaturally, and put that thought behind him.

There are thick cobwebs on the ceiling, the ground is dark, and there are moldy food and a pile of rusty pots on the table.The only light came from a faltering candle at a man's feet.The man's hair and beard had grown to cover his eyes and mouth.

Holding a wand in one hand and a dagger in the other, he stood up and knocked down all the wine bottles around him. He glared at Riddle: "You! You!"

What happened next was even more ridiculous. The old man with his middle-aged name had been dead for many years. Not only that, but this wild dog-like guy named Morfin actually mistook him for that Muggle.

His eyes should be plucked out!Silly thing lying down with saliva!

He'll pay the price—they all will!

He was really in a state of rage, he knocked Morfin down, took off his ring, sneaked into the Riddle mansion across the way, and killed the old Muggle and his parents up.

When he threw three Avada Kedavra curses, the fly-like whispers in his head disappeared, and his world was finally clean.

He found an odd comfort in the rich Muggle mansion.

His eyes glowed scarlet in the dark night.

He had never been a half-blood wizard, that had nothing to do with him, he was great, beyond death - he was Voldemort.

He will sit on the throne, and the soles of his feet will be the corpses of these ants.

He tampered with Morfin's memory and easily blamed him for the crime. Before leaving, he stomped on his bloated and dirty face.

It was raining heavily outside, and the moisture of the rain surged up with the stench of the Gaunt family.

Just when he was thinking about whether he had to go back to the orphanage, Gallon in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

A muffled female voice was coming out of his pocket.

"Mary?"

He didn't want to miss the name at first, as if he was actively courting.

"Tom? Is it Tom?! Help me, I'm—"

He flicked his wand as if he saw something annoying, and Mary's voice broke off.

Who she thought she was was so ordinary that it was not worth mentioning.

He went out without nostalgia, and the rain gradually wet his robe.

After a burst of space distortion, he disappeared.

He shouldn't have gone, there's no need.

Or, should he ask—

Look what you've taught me.

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