[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Since neither Luna nor Neville were members of the Order, they did not discuss the topic in depth.After the train arrived at the station, they each left in their carriages.

"It feels so good to be back." When entering the hall, Riddle looked around, full of curiosity about everything here like a first-year freshman, causing the surrounding students to look sideways. "I didn't even think that I would come back to class one day."

"I thought you'd be bored." Ron was surprised to see Riddle jumping indistinctly, as if confirming that this wasn't an illusion. "Another fifth grade, another OWLs or something."

"I'll never be bored with Hogwarts." Riddle put his arms behind his head, the smile on his face was so dazzling, "She still has so many secrets waiting for me to explore...and most importantly The cool thing is, no matter how many times you go back home, you never get bored of your home.”

Harry stopped in his tracks, as if struck by the words.

"Aren't you going to the Slytherin table?" They came to the Gryffindor long table together, and Ron realized that something seemed wrong.

"According to the headmaster, I will spend the next three years in Gryffindor." Riddle laughed sarcastically, "He is worried about my influence in Slytherin."

"Tom!" Nearly Headless Nick floated over, "If I'm not mistaken, you're back to school?"

"You know each other?" Ron looked at the two of them, puzzled, "How did you know each other?"

"Tom was a man of the day." Nick bowed slightly as a greeting. "Even though he's in Slytherin, he's held in high esteem by students in other houses as well."

"Hello, Nick." Riddle smiled, "Do you mind if I come and stay with you in Gryffindor?"

"How could it be?" Nick took off his hat as if playing a trick, bowed deeply, and finally knocked off his head. "It's too late to welcome. I thought you should come to Gryffindor back then."

"If I didn't have the blood of Slytherin flowing in my body, maybe I would really be assigned to Gryffindor."

"So that rumor is true?" Nick seemed interested, "You are indeed the heir of Slytherin?"

"It's true." Tom shrugged.

"Wait," Ron frowned, "If you are the heir of Slytherin, then the Chamber of Secrets..."

"Who's that woman?" Hermione asked suddenly, pointing to a strange woman in a pink sweater at the staff table.

"I've seen her." He frowned, and it was at Harry's trial that this woman struck him as propaganda. "Dolores Umbridge, that's what I think her name is. She's the Senior Undersecretary for Magic."

"You mean she works for Fudge?" Hermione looked serious. "Then what is she doing here?"

This is a question that does not need to be answered. Don't they know Fudge's attitude towards Dumbledore?

At this time, Professor McGonagall came out with the sorting hat in hand, and the auditorium immediately fell silent.

This year's branch school's song is a bit off topic, it's no longer introducing the characteristics of each school, but talking about the past of Slytherin's departure, and also issued a warning that people from all schools should unite and speak out as one.

"Has the Sorting Hat issued a warning before?" Hermione asked a little uneasily.

"It did. If it felt it had a moral duty to warn the school..." Nick paused because the sorting had begun.

He remembered what the hat said to him when he was sorting, maybe he should find some time to chat with the hat in the principal's office.

After the dinner, Umbridge, who was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, delivered a lengthy speech full of official rhetoric.Riddle frowned after listening, "This can explain why the Sorting Hat sings that song."

Harry and Ron returned to the real world from their distractions.

"I thought the Sorting Hat was warning because Voldemort was back." Harry was a little surprised.

"Oh, no, even when Grindelwald was in power, the Sorting Hat did not give similar advice, let alone..." Riddle waved his hand impatiently, "Schools should be independent of politics. The war outside the school is not a threat to the school itself. The two sides of the war should reach such a tacit agreement not to bring politics and war into the school, and allow all kinds of political ideas to be active in the school. This is the bottom line , If you cross this bottom line, even if you can win the war, you can't rule the country. Fudge is going too far, he can target Dumbledore and monitor Dumbledore, but he can't use political means to interfere with the school."

Harry looked strange, "So you think the enemy mentioned by the Sorting Hat refers to the Ministry of Magic? Then why do we have to be united?"

"You just have to wait to see what the Ministry of Magic does."

After that, Ron and Hermione went to give directions to the first-year students, and they went to the Gryffindor Tower. The comments of various passers-by along the way made Harry very uncomfortable.

"Why don't they believe that Voldemort is really back?" Harry complained. "It's as obvious as black dots on white paper."

Riddle chuckled.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had already arrived, they looked at Riddle in surprise, and the latter waved to them, "I will live in your dormitory from now on, don't worry, I will sleep with Ender The bed has nothing to do with you."

"I didn't agree to that." He was not too happy to see that there were still only six beds in the dormitory. "Can't Dumbledore add a bed to this room? Obviously there is still room."

"Oh, I told him not to bother." Riddle sat down on his bed cheekily, "You won't let me sleep on the floor, will you?"

He sighed resignedly and began to pack the box.

"Hello~" Dean was the first to react, and greeted warmly, "Harry, how was your vacation?"

"It's okay." Harry responded casually, "What about you?"

"Ah, that's pretty good." Dean laughed. "It's better than Seamus anyway. He was still talking to me just now."

"My mother didn't intend to let me come back." Seamus turned his back to them, adjusting the poster on the wall. "You know, because you... well, and Dumbledore..."

"She believed what the Daily Prophet said?" said Harry angrily. "Think I'm a liar and Dumbledore is a dork?"

"Well... that's probably the case." Seamus considered his tone.

Harry ignored Seamus and just vented his emotions to his box.

"What happened that night?" Seamus asked a little nervously, "We only saw the two of you enter the maze, and then you came back, yelling that some mysterious person was resurrected, and Ender was seriously injured when he came back. , but he didn't say anything—is that so?"

He lowered his head and sorted his box, pretending not to hear.If Seamus's mother objected to Seamus' return, what caused Seamus to go back to school anyway?From his point of view, it was probably Seamus himself who insisted.From this point of view, Seamus seems to be on Harry's side, just wanting to know more about the situation, but there is something wrong with the way he expresses it, and Harry's way of handling it will only make the situation worse.

"You can read the Daily Prophet just like your mother? Why do you ask me?" Harry said with a bad attitude, "It has all the answers you need."

"Don't say that about my mother!"

"I can say whatever I like!" Harry grabbed the wand by the bedside, "If you think you can't live here, just go and tell Professor McGonagall, don't talk about your mother in my ear—"

"Potter! I warn you—"

"What's going on here?" Ron opened the door, looking at Seamus and Harry who seemed about to start a fight.

"He's talking nonsense about my mom!"

"He believes what I say in the Daily Prophet!" the two said while pointing at each other.

"Why? I don't believe in the Daily Prophet. Do I still believe in your nonsense?" Seamus looked disgusted.

Harry was furious, and suddenly turned to them, "Riddle! Aren't you going to say something?"

"Huh?" Riddle, who had been watching the battle, seemed surprised that he was dragged into the battle. "say what?"

"Stop pretending to be garlic!"

"Oh, you're talking about the mysterious man..." Riddle pretended to be thinking seriously, "Can I say, I still believe in the Daily Prophet?"

"You liar full of lies!" Harry angrily grabbed the pillow and threw it at it.

"Thank you very much." Riddle caught the pillow and patted it. "I'm still worried that I won't have a pillow to sleep tonight."

"Give me back the pillow!" Harry hurried forward to grab it, but he was not as agile as Riddle, so he couldn't get it back.

"But... Tom, you are with us this holiday, you know the truth." Ron stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

"Who gave you permission to call me Tom?" said Riddle savagely.

"Nick can call you that." Ron looked aggrieved.

"That's because he's already dead and can't die again." Riddle's tone was full of threats.

Ron shivered, "Oh, well, there was a cat named Tom in this dormitory before. Anyway, where did that cat go?"

"Companion with a cold at the headquarters." He really hoped that Ron could leave this deadly topic quickly, didn't he hear that Riddle's knuckles were already being pinched? "Tom, don't make trouble, and return the pillow to Harry." He always felt that Riddle was a little too lively today, probably because he was too excited to go back to school.

"Oh." Tom threw the pillow at Harry.

"Ender can call you Tom now." Ron was even more aggrieved. "It's better than the old Tom, at least he will help me write my thesis."

"I was the one who taught you to do your homework before, not that stupid cat!" Riddle crossed his arms and said arrogantly after seeing the surprised expressions of everyone in the dormitory, "What's the matter? the person above?"

"You've been sleeping in this dormitory for two years?" Harry made a sound as if his neck was choked. "I used to want to touch you..."

"Don't use that nasty-sounding word on me!"

"What can you complain about! I just want to chop hands, okay?"

"It's pretty good for me." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but also had a frowning face. "At least I don't have to admit that my IQ is worse than that of a cat."

"Ah, I seem to have stroked that cat before." Seamus looked at his left hand strangely.

Harry looked at Seamus with the compassionate eyes of a terminally ill person, "I think you should trust the Daily Prophet, the truth will make your hair stand on end."

"Go to sleep." He sighed, this group of people is really full of vitality. "I still have class tomorrow..."

Before the words finished, Riddle was already lying down on the bed.

"Can't you save some space for me?" He watched helplessly as the other party occupied the entire single bed.

"I'm so sleepy, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Tom pretended to turn over on the bed.

This guy.He really didn't know what to say, so he could only forcefully push the other person's body to the side until there was a space for him to lie down on his side.

"Hmm..." Tom turned over again, put his arms around his waist, and rested his head on the side of his neck. He could even feel the hot breath of the other party on his skin.

"Tom!" He struggled a bit, but the position on the bed was too narrow, and he only allowed him to move a little.Now it was his earlobe's turn to be blown by hot breath.

Forget it, he gave up and decided to stay like this until dawn.Neville turned off the lights, and the dormitory was pitch black. Ron's snoring gradually sounded, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.