You have to cosplay even if you die!

Hogwarts tableware is all silver knives and forks that appear on the plate together with the food, and they are always shiny. The elves are very concerned about housework.

Parinoa propped her head up and concentrated on watching Peter eat breakfast.The small hand took a dinner fork and forked a piece of soft apple pie on the plate, and the size subconsciously cut according to the feel of the hand did not return to his current bite size, causing him to chew a piece with great difficulty. Apple pie and limp brown hair couldn't help trembling and buzzing slightly.

"Why don't you eat it?" Finally swallowing the pie, Peter took a sip of pumpkin juice.There was only one cookie on Parinoa's plate, and the position didn't move a bit.

Perinoa rubbed her stomach, thinking of what kind of potion materials were processed in the cellar last night, she had no appetite for breakfast at all.

Students at the dining table left the lobby to go to the classroom one after another, so anything can be used, and everyone has long turned a blind eye to her, a Slytherin, who frequently went to the Gryffindor table.

Peter also knew what kind of flag she had set up, so he could only look at her sympathetically, and after thinking about it, he switched his plate with hers.

"The pie is cut up for you, it seems a pity not to eat it." The cookie was eaten by Peter after three times, and he took another piece of apple pie, and this time he finally cut it into pieces. The right size for the entrance.

Perinoa moved her nose, smelled a sweet smell, and seemed to have a little appetite.

En——why is it so sweet? How much honey is put in this apple pie?

After breakfast, the first-year Gryffindor and Slytherin had a common herb class. In the corridor, they waved to the three boys who seemed to be hugging each other. Perinoa walked to the third floor while thinking followed by a few small questions that she intended to use as an excuse to ask.

She knocked on the door politely first, "Is Professor Quirrell here?"

"Please come in." He stopped stuttering now, but it was just a single word, and he couldn't see any problem.

As soon as she opened the door, Pie Renuoya couldn't help frowning: the garlic smell in this room was worse than that in the classroom, and as rumored, there were crosses of all sizes hanging on both sides of the wall, and there was even a cross on the desk. A small ornament stands in the upper left corner of the table.

Perinoa asked curiously, "Everyone says you used so many crosses and garlic to avoid the vampire's revenge?"

Quirrell nodded, but obviously didn't want to discuss the topic in detail, "Yes, yes."

Perinoa took out her textbook and notes from her handbag, and the sound of a quill writing and scratching on the parchment sounded for a long time. One of them prepared carefully, but she didn't expect that Professor Quirrell could do it too. The answer was very careful and comprehensive, completely inconsistent with the conservative evaluation that everyone agreed.

A professor who stutters naturally encounters more troubles in class, and if he follows the script conservatively, the effect in the lower grades is indeed better. Perinoa excuses him like this, but she can't forget the look in her eyes that caught a glimpse.

"Miss Sharp." Quirrell suddenly raised his voice, gesturing for a pause in his hand, "Your views on this defensive spell and the direction of alchemy are very distinctive. Maybe you have any more ideas on alchemy?"

"It's just a little research, professor." What Perinoya said is not a lie, "Energy will not be produced or disappeared out of thin air. In order to achieve the purpose of continuing the magic energy in this spell, why can't we consider Alchemy? The principle of equivalent exchange applies everywhere."

"Equivalent exchange, very good." He paused slightly, "Then what do you think should be exchanged if you want to live forever?"

Upon hearing this question, Perinoa opened her eyes wide, "You have to pay a price for immortality? It's such a terrible curse."

"It's an interesting joke. This price is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary wizards. You are very smart."

"So... the teacher taught you that your stuttering was also cured through alchemy exchange?"

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Perinoa seemed to realize something, "It's already time, it seems a bit late. Professor Quirrell, let's see each other next time."

Then she turned around.I don't know whether it is a psychological effect or the fact that the smell in this office has not weakened adaptively, but has become even more stinky.

The door slowly closed behind him.Perinoya outside the door seemed to have completely forgotten about this little episode, and planned to meet the little spider halfway as planned.And Professor Quirrell's body inside the door changed for a while, and his expression quietly changed.

It was a look of exhaustion and fear mixed with ambition.

"Son, no matter how many times you try, you will never succeed."

The blond-haired man has a muscular body that is absolutely unmatched by the boy opposite. 16-year-old Tom Riddle silently looked at Steve's arm thicker than his own thigh and his wand, and couldn't say anything at once. coming.

Some time ago—he can only describe the days in the diary in this way, it is too cruel to allow a small piece of soul to accurately calculate the time—the diary suddenly ushered in a new of residents.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, big breasts... a Yankee with an accent, Tom Young Nosed Riddle speculated, raising his purest benevolence at the thought that the soul in front of him might be a tonic meal. With a smile, I greeted him.

"Don't smile like that—it just makes me think you're planning something bad." Steve felt that the boy's smile in front of him was wrong no matter what, so he raised his shield vigilantly, and he took two steps back instead.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Tom felt that no matter what the distance was, his death curse would be a sure win, so he almost yelled this spell with a smile.

But when he was in the middle of laughing, don’t ask why he also turned into a spirit body. The shield accompanying Captain America easily shook and did not shake. The green light of the death curse turned back and almost missed the stunned little Tom. Own.

Steve understood, and his eyes revealed seriousness, "You can tell from your attitude that it's not a good thing, but power shouldn't become an accomplice to your evil deeds. Boy, tell me where is this place? Why..."

He couldn't continue speaking in the middle of the sentence, confusion clearly appeared in the blue eyes, Steve raised his arm, and when he looked over his head, he directly saw the patterns outlined in silver on the delicate carpet.

"What a fool." Young Tom regained his demeanor with great difficulty, and gave him a contemptuous look. "If I'm still in the original container, you'll only come in on your own initiative, Yankee."

"Container?" Steve was very confused. After avoiding another attack with his head tilted, his face was serious, "British, dressed in robes. During World War II, I had contact with some strange teammates... tell Me, are you a wizard?"

"Sure enough, I guessed that you are not an ordinary Muggle." Young Tom gritted his teeth and looked suspiciously at the magic wand in his hand. Get out of my place."

Seeing the poor communication with him, Steve could only shrug his shoulders, half guarded against him who was sideways, and half began to explore this unknown place.

The silver and green room is very well furnished, and the furniture is all a set of agarwood ebony of the same wood, exuding a faint fragrance.The wooden shelf against the wall is full of books, many of which contain ancient scrolls, and a blank book is being opened on the table carved out of a single piece of crystal.

Steve walked to the door and pulled it open, but behind the door was a wall.

So he could only turn around and look for Tom who was sitting on the only sofa, "Either tell me how to get out of here, or tell me the truth, the truth about you."

"Why?!" Young Tom squinted, with an offended anger, "Despicable Muggle—sghsh53ujyr...&%￥#W"

Tom, who was knocked out by a shield blow, stared in disbelief, and then was picked up by the collar of the tall Captain America in front of him, like a kitten.

Steve couldn't help but weigh him, "Oh, you're so light, it looks like you haven't eaten well, young man."

The wand fell to the ground, and the offensive spells that could be used for a while had no effect on him.Tom grabbed Steve's hand and tried to make him let go, but how could this be possible, "Let go...cough, let go...I said-I said what is this place! Let me go!"

Steve put the man on the floor and straightened his tie.Young Tom jumped three meters away as soon as he landed, and picked up his wand again, feeling a little relieved.

"I know that if your green light hits someone, it will kill the person, while other colors such as red light will make people feel pain, and gray light will make the weapon come out of your hand." Steve stared at His eyes, sincerely said, "I once fought a real battle with a wizard. Seriously, do you have to call out the name of the spell before casting it? With the direction and position of the wand, it is actually very easy to dodge. Child, you have no chance of winning."

"Don't call me a child!" Having said so much, young Tom's attention was completely lost, he only felt that the man in front of him was calling him as annoying as the old bee, "My name is Voldemort. "

"I don't think that's your real name." Steve shook his head, and young Tom gritted his teeth even more cheerfully.

"Tom Riddle! Is that enough?"

In the study of Malfoy's family, a blank diary on the bookshelf suddenly trembled this afternoon, and fell to the floor all of a sudden, alarming the big Malfoy who was calculating something in the study.

Lucius frowned slightly, walked over here, bowed his head and picked up the diary.He flipped through the diary to the end to read it carefully, and his expression suddenly became a little hesitant.

This book was given to him by the Lord to keep it carefully. Today, Harry Potter has reached the age of school, and he has not heard any news about the Lord...

Lucius subconsciously put his hand on the forearm of the other hand, thinking that there was no faded mark on it, his already fair face became even paler.

"Malfoy never puts all his eggs in one basket..."

After taking the diary and turning around, he walked to the desk, as if he had made up his mind.

"Send it to school, and have Dragon throw it at a student other than Slytherin - he needs to be well warned... Fortunately, Dragon is a perfect Slytherin, and real Slytherins don't have extra curiosity."

After solemnly sealing it with wax, Lucius snapped his fingers and summoned his golden eagle himself, watching the pompous messenger slowly fly in the direction of Hogwarts.

The author has something to say: I feel that the next time I see little Tom, I will become a good boy who is patriotic, dedicated, courteous and honest [Fog]