[HP] Dearest Enemy

The day trip wasn't a pleasant one, Billy never came back, and Roll adored Tom for that simple healing magic.Besides, Tom soon found out that he didn't like Alphard very much.Alphat popularized the basic common sense of the wizarding world to Tom and Rolle, but Tom always felt that what this kid said was more than he knew.Moreover, Alfart quickly regarded Tom as his buddy, without any scheming, which made Tom a little speechless and a little contemptuous, but he also learned a lot about Alfart through this.

"...my sister always likes to talk with her chin up, does that to everybody, I hate her...the Blacks are all Slytherins, centuries old...I like strawberry, not mint... ..." Alfred chattered a little, Tom listened quietly, without expressing any opinions, when he couldn't bear it, Tom shifted the topic to other places without any trace.Unfortunately, Tom found that Al Fate was not as good as he imagined.A child from a magical family may not be much better than himself, Tom thought.

When it was dark, the train finally arrived at the station.

"First-year freshmen come here! Leave your luggage in the car, and someone will send you to the dormitory."

An old voice amplified by magic echoed over the platform.Tom saw a stout old man standing in a conspicuous place holding a lamp, with a blindfold on one eye. Although his appearance was not vicious, he was definitely not friendly either.

"Are there any first-year students? All the freshmen are here." The old man counted the number of people, and Tom found that the hand of the old man holding the lamp only had three fingers. "We are going to the castle by boat, follow me."

Tom boarded a boat with Alphat, Rolle, and a girl with a tear mole in the corner of her eye.When the boat went through the cave, Tom couldn't help opening his mouth, and the other children gave out heartfelt admiration.The majestic castle of Hogwarts rises above the shimmering water, mysterious and desirable against the moonlight and starry sky.

Tom felt as if he had returned to the time when Harry brought him into Diagon Alley when he was six years old.Look at those carved stone columns and stairs, as well as tall arches.Different from those Muggle buildings, Tom looked at the school while distinguishing the architectural style of Hogwarts. The old man asked them to stop in the tall entrance hall, where a tall man with long hair was standing A friendly middle-aged wizard with brown hair and beard.For some reason, Tom didn't like this middle-aged man who looked harmless to humans and animals.

"I leave it to you, Albus."

"Thank you, Kane." The wizard nodded to the old man, and turned to a group of children who were staring at him, "Good evening, children. I am your vice-principal and Transfiguration teacher Dumbledore." The wizard was kind He introduced himself calmly, "Before entering the auditorium, I think we should briefly understand the four houses of Hogwarts..."

Albus Dumbledore, Harry had mentioned this man more than once, and Tom remembered the admiration on Harry's face when he mentioned that man.Hooper, like Harry, thinks very highly of Dumbledore.

"...Okay, let's go in." Dumbledore pushed open a door as high as the ceiling.

Tom and the other children lined up into the resplendent hall, where the other year groups were already seated at the tables, the golden plates and long wooden tables gleaming in the bright light.Tom knew that the thousands of candles hanging overhead and the sky outside would impress him as much as the silhouette of the castle against the night.

But this is not the main problem. What Tom is concerned about now is the upcoming sorting ceremony.

Dumbledore led them to the end of the house table and stood there, before placing a stool and a battered wizard's hat in front of them.Everyone was staring at the hat. Tom already knew how to sort houses and the qualities required by the four houses from "Hogwarts, A School History", but he still couldn't help being nervous.

Under the fearful gaze of the little wizards, the hat suddenly began to sing.Tom breathed a sigh of relief, the hat's singing voice is really unflattering.

"Just like the Sorting Hat said." Dumbledore winked at the freshmen mischievously. Although Tom was nervous, he also felt that his behavior was stupid. "It will tell you which college you should go to. Who do I read?" name, whoever comes and sits on the stool."

Dumbledore took out a roll of parchment and unfolded it as if by magic, and read the students' names clearly in his voice.

"Alphat Black!"

Alfred's face was even paler than after being mocked by Abraxas. He walked to the four-corner stool and sat down expressionlessly. Dumbledore put the Sorting Hat on his elegant black hair.

"Slytherin!"

The second table from the left applauded.Tom's eyes followed the relieved Alfred, who frowned at him and sat down at the table, and Tom noticed that Abraxas with the long pale blond hair on the train was also at the table. superior.

"Romina Gore!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Roel Duraff!"

Roll hurried past Tom and sat awkwardly on the corner stool, as if he was about to fall off.

"Hufflepuffs!"

Seeing the little wizards around him being sorted into different colleges, Tom felt a little uneasy, but his expression was always calm.finally……

"Tom Riddle!"

Tom straightened his skirt and walked slowly towards the four-corner stool.Dumbledore stared at him after saying his name, his blue eyes sparkling behind half-moon lenses.

This is the child mentioned in Harry Potter's letter.Dumbledore noticed the difference in the boy as soon as he took over the group of children in the hall.Dumbledore noticed Tom, not only because of the boy's pleasing appearance and tall stature, although he also looked at the Hogwarts castle curiously, but he didn't have the surprise or surprise on the faces of other little wizards. With a fascinated expression, Tom's gaze was more like appreciating some kind of artwork.After entering the auditorium, he has always been the one standing straightest. His robe is not as luxurious as that of the Black family child, but it still gives people a feeling of being outstanding. He is particularly conspicuous among a group of children. Malfoy's aggressive demeanor.Potter said in the letter that the kid would definitely go into Slytherin, and that Tom would probably deviate from the path he wanted him to take and become a feared leader.Potter was right, the kid was a born leader.However, Dumbledore was a little suspicious of Harry's concerns, but he was Riddle's godfather, and Dumbledore could understand a strict father's concern for his children.

Dumbledore watched Tom bow to himself before sitting down on the corner stool and moving the Sorting Hat over Tom's head.

"Slytherin!"

Tom thought the hat hadn't even touched his hair when he heard the voice above his head that rang through the hall.Tom got up from his stool, bowed again to Dumbledore, then walked to the long table that had welcomed him, and sat down beside Arffate.

"I knew you would come here." Alphard winked playfully at Tom, who laughed.

"Welcome to Slytherin." A senior boy with dark red hair held out his hand to Tom, "I am Edward Cooper, the prefect of Slytherin."

Tom stood up and shook hands with him, as did a very pretty girl, Slytherin prefect Selwyn.

"Billy Weasley."

Tom squinted as the freckled redhead climbed awkwardly up the corner stool as the Sorting Hat neatly sorted him into Gryffindor.

Gryffindor.Tom watched Weasley grinning as he ran to the table at the far end of the hall, wondering what it was like when Harry was in Sorting.

The sorting ceremony ended after Weasley.Principal Dippet was not a talkative person, he just welcomed everyone to Hogwarts with an old voice, and then signaled that it was time for dinner.Tom had already heard about the rich food at Hogwarts, but was still taken aback when food suddenly appeared on the table.

"I'm sorry, Tom, I have to go to my sister's place." Alfart said to Tom slightly apologetically.Following his instructions, Tom looked over, and found a girl with an arrogant and indifferent expression sitting not far away and staring at him, and the boy with pale blond hair was giving the Alpha envoy a wink.

"Okay." Tom nodded and picked up his knife and fork.Soon, the boy with light blond hair gave up his seat when Arfate passed by, and walked to the vacant seat beside Tom and sat down on Arfate's.

"Abraxas Malfoy, Greader of the fourth year of Slytherin." The boy nodded to Tom with an aristocratic smirk. "Al and I switched seats. He wanted to say something to his dear sister." words."

Tom looked in the direction indicated by Abraxas. Alfred was sitting on the seat next to Abraxas, listening to his sister while frowning and poking at the fried potatoes on the plate. After seeing Tom, he said quietly He stuck out his tongue.

"Tom Riddle." Tom felt that Abraxas was not malicious, and stretched out his hand to him, "Nice to meet you."

Abraxas shook hands with Tom routinely, with an indifferent smile still on his face: "It's an honor. Riddle, are you a pure-blood?"

Tom frowned slightly.He knew he was half-blood, and he knew that Slytherin valued blood to an almost paranoid degree.

"I suppose so," said Tom somewhat displeasedly. "I live with my godfather, who's a wizard."

"Then your parents?" The blond boy raised an eyebrow.

"It's gone." Tom replied dryly, his affection for the boy has dropped a lot.

"I'm sorry." Abraxas said softly, but there was no sincerity in his voice. "I think they should be wizards?"

"My mother was a witch," replied Tom dryly.The blond boy wisely did not continue to dwell on this issue.

"I heard that Arafat had a fight with someone on the train?" Abraxas asked casually.

Tom squinted at the senior.It's not that he doesn't know the Malfoy family, but it's beyond his expectation that a Malfoy is so gossip.

"Malfoy's hearing is good." Tom looked at a piece of pie with a half-smile before replying, "It's not a big deal. Weasley insulted his surname, and Alfred just refuted it."

"The scum Weasley took the initiative to provoke?" The young man looked at Tom and raised the corners of his lips playfully, "You didn't help him?"

"Obviously, I didn't help Weasley." Tom looked up at Abraxas, who was much older than himself, "Otherwise, the person who ran out of the cubicle might be Alphard."

Abraxas sized Tom up for a while, and finally put away his outspoken attitude, and smiled at Tom: "Welcome to Slytherin, Tom Riddle, you can call me Abraxas."

Tom was taken aback by his smile, and then came back to his senses: "Thank you, Abraxas."

Tom observed the people around him while eating, and then realized that because the senior students were sitting next to him, the other freshmen who were sorted into Slytherin with him looked at him in a different way.Although Tom is no longer as curious about things like animated portraits as he was when he was six years old, coming to Hogwarts to go to school is a new experience for him.Tom soon discovered that Slytherin was different from other houses, most obviously in table manners.Compared with the long Gryffindor table at the other end of the auditorium, the long table of Slytherin was a bit dull, but Tom liked the atmosphere very much.Both Harry and Hooper had taught Tom some basic manners, but after observing the other Slytherins (especially Abraxas), Tom felt he still had a lot to learn in terms of manners alone.

Tom turned his gaze to the teacher's desk.The teachers are also feasting, and Dumbledore is talking to Principal Dippet, and his expression does not seem to be a serious topic; a chubby middle-aged man in a luxurious dress is talking to a tall witch Joke; there was even a professor as tall as a child, but he was certainly not as small as his age.

"That's Professor Flitwick, who teaches Charms and is the Head of Ravenclaw."

Tom turned his head and found that Abraxas was observing him, his eyebrows moved slightly, and a modest smile immediately appeared on his face.

"May I ask you for the names of other professors?"

"Of course." Abraxas nodded, "The witch on the left of Professor Flitwick is Professor Erland, who teaches herbalism and is also the head of Hufflepuff's school; the witch on the left of Professor Erland is Dumbledore Professor, and President Dippet, I think you should already know them."

Tom nodded, and Abraxas continued: "The one with missing fingers is Professor Rufus, who teaches the protection of magical creatures; the witch next to him is Professor Belial, who teaches arithmetic and divination; Professor Lear is speaking of Professor Slughorn, who teaches Potions and is our Head of House..."

Abraxas introduced the people in the teacher's seat to Tom from beginning to end, and then said some precautions at Hogwarts. Tom memorized them carefully, and felt that this Malfoy was not like he was in Hogwarts. As arrogant and rude as he was on the train, he was quite concerned about the new students.