[HP] Comparative

"I really remember," Harry waved vigorously at Lily and James on the platform on the Hogwarts Express that had already started, and grinned, "I will take care of myself, don't worry!"

The train rumbled away from the platform.Harry withdrew his arms, turned and got into his own compartment.The weather was not so good, it was cloudy, as if it was going to rain.But it didn't affect him at all: not long ago, Lily and James took him to the Quidditch World Cup for the fourth time; the game was very exciting, and Sirius didn't quarrel with his brother Regulus...

All in all, Harry really enjoyed his holiday.

Unfortunately, this good mood was quickly ruined.

"This is the only time in your life, Weasley."

When Draco Malfoy's taunt came from the door, the Gryffindors in the box were having a lively discussion about the Quidditch World Cup.The train to Hogwarts will be on the road for a whole day, and there is no better opportunity than this for everyone to communicate about summer vacation life.Earlier, Ron had told Neville, Dean and Seamus that he and Harry had been sitting in the top box at the game.

This was obviously overheard.

Harry sat across from Ron, and when he turned his head, he saw Crabbe and Goyle following Malfoy. "We didn't invite you to participate, Malfoy." He scowled quickly.

But Malfoy ignored Harry, his attention drawn away by the cuffs of his dress robes hanging over the edge of Piggy Owl's cage. "What's that?" he exclaimed excitedly, stretching out his hand and pulling—everyone can now notice the moldy lace—"Is this your great-great-great-grandmother's robe? After all, they It must have been fashionable back then—”

Ron's face was as purple as his robes. "Go shit, Malfoy!" He was so annoyed that he pulled the robe back from Malfoy's hand.

Malfoy laughed loudly, and Crabbe and Goyle laughed along. "Why, you want to participate too?" Malfoy said happily, "It's actually a good idea, because it's not only about honor...but also money, if you can win, you can probably buy a few A decent robe?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ron asked angrily, as he shuffled the robe back into the trunk.

Malfoy's gray eyes widened. "You don't know, Weasley?" He scanned the other people in the box one by one, and the original surprise quickly turned into a happy smile. "Don't you want to participate, Potter?" He fixed his eyes on Harry at last. "Aren't you the most showy?"

It was such a sellout that even Hermione, who had no interest in Quidditch, looked up from her Standard Spells, Level [-], impatiently. "Either explain what you said, or fuck off, Malfoy."

As for Harry, he really had no idea what Malfoy was talking about.Lily and James mentioned surprises mysteriously some time ago, could it be that?They say he'll know at his first dinner back at school... If they'd told him ahead of time, he wouldn't have to put up with Mal now...

"Draco, Vincent, Gregor—what are you doing?"

Before Harry's guess could come to fruition, a new voice was added.The voice was smooth, clear and recognizable.The Gryffindors in the box all straightened up in an instant, and looked out in unison.The expressions of the three Slytherins also stiffened; in the end it was Malfoy who reacted quickly, and he was the first to turn sideways to make room for the coming person.

A boy with black hair and black eyes appeared at the door of the box immediately.He glanced lightly at Malfoy and the two attendants, then scanned the inside of the box again.

Harry involuntarily puffed out his chest when he was sized up.But the other party's eyes didn't stay on him. Instead, Harry noticed that there was a brand new silver badge on the coat of the other party's uniform, with the word "prefect" spelled on the ribbon pattern on the green background——

Well, sure enough.

"You haven't answered my question yet," the tall, handsome boy - the new Slytherin prefect, Tom Riddle - reminded, his voice calm and emotionless.

"We didn't do anything!" Malfoy replied hastily, and then realized that he might be laughed at by the Gryffindors for being so nervous, and he sounded very self-confident. "Let's just come over and say a few words," he hurriedly said, almost stuttering, "We're leaving now!"

As soon as the words fell, Malfoy walked away, as fast as a scourge was chasing after him.Crabbe and Goyle followed suit; instead of being domineering just now, they reacted like a mouse seeing a cat.

Harry suspected that Professor Slughorn, Head of Slytherin, might not have been feared to this degree by the students, but Tom Riddle had no particular reaction to it.Then, the university-famous honor student and favorite of professors turned to them again and said politely, "If they did something bad just now, I apologize on their behalf."

"It's okay!" Hermione replied immediately, her voice a little unnaturally high, "I mean, you don't have to apologize for what they did!"

Tom smiled, and Harry swore he heard Hermione choke. "After all, they are all from Slytherin House. I should take the responsibility of supervising them." After speaking, he nodded to everyone and gently closed the door of the box.

When the footsteps in the corridor outside gradually faded away, the inexplicably tense silence in the box was broken.

"Riddle is indeed the new prefect." Ron said what Harry was thinking just now, his face wrinkled sourly. "Girls should go crazy about him again!"

It sounded like an insinuation, and Hermione blushed. "So what?" She tried to defend herself, "He is so good, of course he attracts..."

The Gryffindor boys all hissed at various levels, which prevented her from continuing.

"You don't need to remind us, Hermione," Dean said angrily, "no one can find anything wrong with that Riddle guy, and he is actually a Slytherin! And they are still discussing in private, Riddle will Snake language, Bao Buqi has some kind of blood relationship with Slytherin himself—"

"——What?!" Everyone was shocked, especially Harry.

"How do you know?" Ron asked impatiently, "Snake language or something? Why haven't I heard it?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his place. "My parents are Muggles, and those people always bully me." Having said this, his face became gloomy, "After the final exam last time, they cornered me again, saying that I should go from Hoag Watts get out of here or something... old-fashioned stuff." He seemed to shrug his shoulders relaxedly, but everyone looked at him worriedly, and Hermione's face became ugly, "Riddle happened to be passing by at that time. They I ran away when I saw him, and whispered to each other, and I overheard them."

There was a moment of silence in the box, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Parseltongue is hardly a sign of decency, but no one could connect Tom Riddle with the evil Dark wizard.

"That's probably just speculation," Ron retorted weakly. "There's no evidence!"

"But..." Seamus answered, seeing that everyone was looking at him immediately, he couldn't help but shrink back, but he continued. "That would explain why the Slytherins listen to Riddle. Can you notice he's only in the fifth year? But the seventh years don't dare disobey him! If he's really the heir of Slytherin, then everything is fine." pass!"

To be honest, there was some truth to what Seamus said.No one denies that Tom Riddle is unrivaled in his excellence, but to make all Slytherins willing to buy it, being excellent alone is not enough...

Harry was already a little shaken, but Hermione suddenly objected: "It's absolutely impossible!"

Because the words were too decisive, everyone stared at her in surprise. "What do you know, Hermione?" Harry pressed, curious as hell.

"I..." Hermione suddenly reacted, and wiped her face as if covering up. "I saw something in Professor Slughorn's office," she said, almost inaudibly in a low voice, with an air of regret. "I promised him not to tell."

At this moment, everyone's appetite was whetted, and they took turns pressing her.However, Hermione was determined not to speak, and finally was so annoyed that she ran out with her book in her arms.

"She's so unkind," Ron complained unhappily. "What's the matter with half-talking? We can keep it a secret!"

Harry believed Ron and Neville could do it, but he wasn't so sure about the others.He thought for a while and stood up: "I'll go out to see her."

That being said, after going out, Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked straight to the direction of the prefect's carriage in front.During the summer vacation, apart from the Quidditch World Cup, he also got a very exciting news from Lily and James.He had been thinking about it all through the holidays, and he thought it necessary for him to tell the other party.

But Tom Riddle was not in the prefect's car.Harry suspected that the other party might not have returned on patrol, so he wandered around slowly, pretending that he had other things to do.The tall boy finally emerged from the other end of the corridor before the students in the closest cars noticed his suspicious behavior.

There is no one else around him, so it is a good time to strike up a conversation...

Harry was a little nervous, his heart beating faster.

Tom came over, checked each box in turn, and finally stopped not far from Harry. "You're in fourth grade?" he asked, but without questioning. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm indeed in the fourth year, Gryffindor House... My name is Harry Potter!" Harry hurriedly introduced himself, feeling the blood rushing to his face.

"Oh, hello, Potter." Tom nodded and turned his eyes to the box on the other side.There was a playful movement inside, and his brows furrowed.

Harry didn't know whether he should be thankful that the other party didn't notice his embarrassment, or disappointed that the other party didn't take him seriously at all. "I'm here because..." He was very nervous, and he secretly grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers behind his back, "I'm waiting for you...I have something to say to you."

Tom's eyes finally turned to Harry, and there was a quick flash of surprise in him. "What..." He seemed to have recovered his professional smile within half a second, "No, thank you. If you don't mind, I still have something to take care of." He pouted his chin in the direction of the box, There is a red light running around in there now.

Harry didn't know what the hell the students were up to, and he didn't care.But, "No thanks"?Why does this sound like a refusal to confess?Although he was indeed attracted by this outstanding and mysterious handsome boy, he hadn't yet decided that he liked him, let alone confessed his love right away!Moreover, Tom is too skilled, right?Although "I'm waiting for you" does sound like that...

"I want to talk to you about our wand!" Seeing that the other party was about to turn around, Harry's words rushed out like a cannonball, "I heard that the core of our wand is the same phoenix feather! Rare, so I thought I might have to know you!"

Tom's movements froze.He turned his head slowly, and Harry had never seen those dark eyes sharper than they were now. "Can you say that again?"

This is not so much a question as an order.No matter how you look at it, the other party's reaction cannot be explained by welcome, let alone the excitement that Harry had when he first found out.

Suddenly, Harry began to wonder if he was doing the right thing.But things have come to this, he can only bite the bullet and continue. "Our wand core feathers come from the same phoenix, Professor Dumbledore said." His eyes dodged awkwardly, and he almost didn't dare to meet the other's awl-like eyes, "I think you also know that phoenix—it's Deng Xiaoping. Professor Bullido's Fox."

For a moment, there was silence around the two of them.After a long while, Tom's voice sounded softly: "The core of my wand is indeed the feather of a phoenix."

Harry didn't hear anger or danger in it, and turned his head cautiously.The tall boy was looking quickly between his left and right eyes, his expression full of vigilance and deliberation.For some reason, a sense of grievance welled up in his throat, and he opened his mouth and said, "I didn't lie!"

Tom was taken aback by this.He seemed to want to say something, but suddenly there was a loud bang from the box behind him, as if something fell heavily. "Go and stay in an empty box, Potter." He had already drawn out his wand neatly when he said this to Harry, and walked quickly to the door of the box without looking back, "I'll be there in a while."

The author has something to say:

What?Ask me why this article is dedicated to my favorite Goblet of Fire, not to my favorite cp?

My favorite cp... Is there really any doubt about this matter? ╮(￣▽￣”)╭