[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 230 Debunking

The happy mood didn't last long, and when she stood at the door of Tom's office, the good mood was swept away and replaced by heaviness and tension.

She looked at the black door silently, raised her hand, and was about to knock on it, but in the next second, she put it down again.

This action was repeated several times, until finally, she took a deep breath before making up her mind, but this time the person who stopped her was not herself, but a voice behind her.

"How long do you want to stand?"

With the familiar deep voice, even without turning around, Betty already knew who was coming, but she still couldn't control her body's instinctive reaction, she froze all over, and took a few seconds to manage her expressions before turning around.

"Professor Riddle." Betty's attitude was very respectful, just like other professors.

Tom squinted his eyes without any expression of joy or anger. He waved his wand and opened the door.

"Go in." The cold tone changed from his previous style in front of everyone.

Betty felt a lump in her heart, but she still obeyed the other party's order and walked in obediently.

Tom closed the door, saw Betty standing aside like a wooden man, and said in a slightly impatient tone, "Sit down."

Betty secretly clenched her fists and sat down obediently.

Tom took off his robe, hung it on the hook, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt casually, put his hands behind his back and sat on the desk, his gaze fell on Betty.

"May I ask what is the content of my confinement, Professor Riddle?" Betty deliberately did not look at Tom's neck or his face, in order to prevent herself from being affected again.

"What do you think?" Tom asked her instead of answering the question.

Betty paused.

"Please look into my eyes when you speak, Miss White, this is the most basic courtesy." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Betty could hear a bit of sarcasm in Tom's tone.

Betty frowned, suppressed the irritability in her heart, raised her head, and looked at Tom head-on: "Yes, Professor Riddle."

Obviously his expression and attitude are so meticulous, but in Tom's eyes they are so obtrusive, inexplicably provoking his anger.

"In that case, you should copy the seniors' Defense Against the Dark Arts Introductory Rules." Tom sneered, picked up the heavy book on the table, and threw it in front of Betty, "You don't have to go back if you can't finish copying."

Having finished speaking, Tom left the table and went to his own room, leaving Betty alone in the hall.

Betty looked at the Basic Defense Against the Dark Arts in front of her without moving.

Copy the whole book once?

That is simply impossible.

Damn Tom Riddle, he's messing with her!

Taking a few deep breaths, I kept telling myself to calm down. He is a professor now, and she is just a small student. She can't resist, she can't.

Thinking so, she picked up the book, walked to another small round table, pulled out the chair and sat down, and then began to copy.

In order to complete the task as soon as possible, she was very serious, her mind was full of the content of the basic rules of defense against the dark arts, and she had no distracting thoughts.

At Hogwarts, each professor has his own small suite, a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom.

After taking a shower, Tom didn't go out. He threw the towel aside after wiping his head, picked up a book, and lay down on the bed to read.

After seeing this, three hours passed, the time for dinner had passed, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Putting down the book, Tom walked out of the room in a simple shirt and trousers.

Betty didn't hear the sound of the door opening. She frowned, moved her sore shoulders and wrists, took a break, and continued to copy.

Tom glanced lightly at Betty's hardworking back, strode to the desk, sat down, picked up the senior homework placed on the upper left, and corrected it.

As time went by bit by bit, Betty gradually felt hungry and sleepy. She shook her head vigorously, forced herself to cheer up, and told herself that there was still two-thirds of the copy left, and she persisted.

Tom twirled the magic pen, looking at Gryffindor's homework, with a sneer of disdain on his lips.

Only those stupid lions can write this kind of thing.

With a sneaky sneer at Gryffindor's IQ, Tom stamped a big F on the top right of the homework and tossed it aside for the next assignment.

However, just as he stretched out his hand, there was a loud crash in the air.

Betty hugged her head with tears in her eyes, rubbed her painful forehead vigorously, and couldn't help hissing in pain: "It hurts..."

Tom raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"are you hungry?"

Betty paused, stopped rubbing her forehead, looked up at Tom, realized what she had just heard, and showed a slightly surprised expression.

Since when did this guy sit here?

After waiting for a while with no response, Tom summoned the house elf of Hogwarts to bring the dinner.

Tom waved his wand, tidied up the things on the desk, made a space, laid down a dark green tablecloth, and said lightly: "Come here."

Betty was dissatisfied with this pet-like attitude, but she didn't show it. Instead, she walked over respectfully, sat down obediently, and didn't make a sound the whole time.

Soon, the Hogwarts house-elves had brought the food, hot soup, bread, and meat.

When the house-elf had left, Tom said very succinctly, "Eat."

Betty took a deep breath, reached out for hot soup and a piece of bread, and planned to finish the confinement early and return early.

Now she doesn't want to face the man in front of her at all, not at all.

"Busy these days?" Tom glanced at Betty, took a piece of bread, and said lightly.

Unexpectedly, when she heard this sentence, Betty was pressed against her throat by the bread she had just put in her mouth, her face turned red instantly, and tears overflowed from the pain, she immediately covered her mouth and coughed dryly: "cough cough..."

Tom hooked his lips, took out a handkerchief from his body, and handed it to him.

Betty shook her head, rejected Tom's kindness, directly picked up the clear water on the side, and drank it in one gulp, successfully solving her embarrassment. She lowered her head, without looking at Tom, and said softly, "Sorry."

Tom stared at Betty silently, with no thoughts in his eyes. He put back his handkerchief, crossed his fingers, propped his chin, and said in a voice that could not hear the joy or anger, "You seem to be a little repulsive to me these days."

Seems a bit repulsive?

Betty was startled.

"Or, you misunderstood me unnecessarily again."

It was this kind of understatement, without a trace of guilt, that made the grievance and anger that Betty had been suppressing in her heart uncontrollable. She raised her head and looked at the brazen man in front of her.

He obviously lied to her, why can he still show a calm and composed appearance?

Did he think she was so brainless and so easy to deceive?

"Should I call you Gaunt or Tom, Professor Riddle?" Betty laughed back angrily, deliberately using a sarcastic tone.

Tom looked at her and said slowly, "It's all right, as you like."

"As I like?" Betty couldn't believe that at this point, this man could still say such things to her in such a flat tone without changing his face.

Tom said calmly: "The name is just a code name, you can..."

"Enough." Betty couldn't help but growl. Her eyes were red and she stared at the man in front of her. "How long do you want to lie to me? Perhaps, I should call you Voldemort?"

Tom didn't speak, and there was no surprise on his face, as calm as water, as if he knew that Betty would find out.

"Because I'm young, you think I'm easy to deceive, so you will lie to me again and again, don't you?" Betty gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to break down and cry in front of the man.

Tom paused, then said, "So, that's why you didn't see me all summer?"

"Is it because of this reason?" Betty's nose was sour, tears finally overflowed, and she whimpered like a little beast when it was injured, "I must be blind to like a cruel and heartless scumbag like you."

She's had enough.

In this relationship, she sees no possible opportunities.

She couldn't see a glimmer of hope but deceit.

No matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

Because the attitude of the other party is obvious, he doesn't care at all.

In this case, she should not continue.

"I don't like you anymore." Betty wiped away her tears, looked up at Tom, and said firmly.

Unexpectedly, Tom didn't even think about it, and played back: "You can't do it."

Although it is very sad, what Tom said is true. She really can't do it now, but she can't do it now, which doesn't mean she can't do it in this life. As long as she is willing to try and try hard to forget, she will definitely succeed.

Betty took a deep breath: "You're right, but life is so long, who can guarantee that I won't fall in love with other people in the future?"

"I will forget you, I will." Betty gritted her teeth, as if she was telling herself and Tom.

"I'm full, take your time, Professor Riddle." Betty stood up from the chair, intending to return to the round table and continue her copying.

It was just that she had just left her seat, and after a few steps, a hand suddenly appeared on her waist, pulling her back, turning around, her eyes darkened, and a gust of fresh cologne flew towards her, followed by Tom That enlarged face.

From Tom's eyes, Betty could clearly see her dilated pupils and surprised look.

She was kissed.

Kissed by the man in front of him.

It was the first kiss in her life.

She struggled a few times, but was soon dazed by Tom's stormy kiss, her brain boiling.

The lips were sucked hard. Taking advantage of the moment when she was in pain, Tom took the opportunity to stick out his tongue, proficiently hooked up her uvula, sucked, licked, and rolled, making her hair all over. Numb, almost unable to support my feet.

The author has something to say: I feel that no one wants to watch Betty and Tom's episode, so I plan to make a quick decision QAQ

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