[Comprehensive] Love between the two worlds

"Hogwarts was founded more than 1000 years ago. There are four colleges. They are named after the four founders at that time. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor." Del told Daiyu all kinds of common sense about Hogwarts in an orderly and emotional manner, "...and Gryffindor was described by the Sorting Hat as 'there is the bravery buried in the bottom of their hearts, their courage, boldness and boldness, Makes Gryffindor great.'”

"So, Dai," Riddle suddenly turned to Daiyu who was listening attentively, "Which college do you think I belong to among the four colleges?"

Daiyu tilted her head and thought about it, then smiled slightly: "I think it should be Slytherin."

"Oh?" Riddle asked a little strangely: "May I know the reason?" He wanted to know what kind of person he was in Dai's eyes.

"intuition."

"intuition……?"

"'We came from the quagmire, we thirsted for power, we were ambitious, we were strong and calm, we were graceful, we never regretted it, we were Slytherins.' The Sorting Hat must be a genius, and you must be a Slytherin genius .”

Riddle suddenly laughed.At this moment, there was a spiritual connection that made him feel happy.Slytherin represents not only cunning, insidious and shrewd selfishness, but also ambition and power, nobility and control.

Sometimes, even if I know this truth, but no one reminds me, no one supports me, I always feel uneasy.He was convinced that he belonged to Slytherin, but without Daiyu's reminder, how could he be as steadfast as he is now?

No matter how much you care about a person, if he doesn't understand your heart, doesn't respect your thoughts, and can't empathize with you, won't you feel separated and uncomfortable in your heart?Riddle originally thought that Daiyu was just a simple little girl and couldn't understand his complicated and passionate heart, but he didn't expect that there was such a delicate heart hidden under Daiyu's exquisite appearance, who could truly understand her. he?

He shouldn't ignore that Daiyu is actually as noble as he is, self-respecting and sensitive, willful and unreconciled, unwilling to be manipulated by fate.She not only knows his past, but also participates in his present life, and even presupposes his future.

Yes, the current goal of Tom Riddle's future life is to pursue the supreme magic and win the highest honor for Slytherin.

Parents, life experience, bloodline, those things that are too obscure, although he wants to know, but he has no ability to detect these secrets, so he will not spend his mind on them for the time being.

"Riddle, what classes do you have today?" Daiyu asked.

"Transfiguration class." Riddle rested his chin on one hand, recalling the class schedule, "There is also Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Is the transformation class changing the original shape of the object?"

"Yeah, like turning a mouse into a snuffbox or something."

Daiyu was silent for a while, then asked: "Then it smells like mice?"

Riddle nodded in agreement: "The Transfiguration teacher's taste is indeed questionable, maybe he likes it."

When the two came to the Transfiguration classroom, Dumbledore was demonstrating how to turn a mouse into a snuffbox.A group of students each had a mouse in front of them, struggling to escape, chirping and chirping.The students frantically waved their magic wands, trying to make the mouse calm down.

"Oh Tom," Dumbledore whispered when he saw Riddle, "You're late."

"Sorry, sir." Riddle maintained his usual good student style in front of the teacher, "chatting with the portraits in the corridor for a while."

"Communication with the portraits is an act of friendship," said Dumbledore, "but no reason can hide the fact that you are late, and five points will be deducted from Slytherin."

The Slytherin students let out a sigh, and Gryffindor, who was in class together, snickered.

"Professor Dumbledore," Riddle said, "if I can make a successful demonstration for everyone, can I make up for this mistake?"

Dumbledore looked into Riddle's eyes: "This class is Protestant."

"I have carefully reviewed and previewed your lessons."

"Well, since you want to." Dumbledore handed him the snuffbox in his hand.

But Riddle didn't take it, but waved his wand directly: "Untransfiguration!"

The magic wand made of phoenix tail feathers sent out several brilliant streams of light, flying to the hands of everyone present.There was only a sound of "bang" and "bang" in the classroom, and the strange-shaped snuff boxes in everyone's hands returned to the appearance of mice.

"Unbelievable, he used the reduction technique!"

"Amazing!"

"Reduction is much more difficult than transfiguration."

The students gasped in amazement.

But it wasn't over yet, Riddle waved his wand again: "transfiguration."

Before all the mice had time to struggle, they were all in the form of exquisite snuffboxes again, identical down to the smallest pattern.

Lock multiple objects at the same time, cast magic on them, and there is no slightest error.

This is not something that can be achieved by practice alone, in addition to absolute hard work, it also requires absolute genius!

There was silence in the classroom.After a while, warm applause broke out.

"Riddle! Riddle! Riddle!" The Slytherin students cheered him, and even the Gryffindor students showed surprise.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore stretched out his hand to stop everyone's commotion, and turned to the black-robed boy who caused all this: "As expected of the student who is the first student in all subjects, your outstanding talent is admirable. Slytheringa Five points."

"I am honored to have your recognition, sir."

"Now, return to your seat, but I also remind you, young Slytherin," Dumbledore said softly, "that showing off is not a virtue to be encouraged."

"I will follow your instruction." Riddle bowed slightly and returned to his seat.

A girl with blond curly hair next to her immediately came over and asked excitedly, "Riddle, you are simply amazing, how did you do it?"

Riddle spread out his textbook indifferently, "I probably want to know what the snuff bottle made by mice tastes like."

girl:"……"

Riddle looked at the red face of the girl in front of him, but he didn't feel any emotion in his heart. He just looked at Daiyu's bright eyes beside him.He thought, that old guy Dumbledore was right, he was indeed showing off on purpose.

"Come and taste our food." Riddle handed Daiyu a small plate of marmalade pudding.

It was an eerie sight, if anyone could see it.The exquisite silver spoon and saucer floated in the air, and the pudding in the saucer was sent to the air little by little, and then disappeared.Although Hogwarts has ghosts, ghosts are translucent and can be seen, and ghosts do not need to eat.

Fortunately, Riddle did not dine in the auditorium, but chose a separate compartment in the common room.

The pale green light hangs from the crystal-carved transparent ceiling, reflecting the soft water world outside, creating a European fairy-tale fantasy.

"How is it?" Riddle looked at the girl who was sipping pudding on the opposite side.I have long heard that China is a country with a long history and a lot of attention to etiquette. Daiyu is worthy of being a child who grew up in the parents of noble oriental officials.

"It's sweet and tastes like wine." Daiyu commented sincerely, "It's delicious."

"That's good." Riddle then transferred the sausages, baked potatoes, carrot juice, pea shoots, and broccoli from the apparition.

"My dinner, try it."

Daiyu was surprised: "You usually... eat so much?"

Riddle coughed: "The food at Hogwarts is unlimited, and it's okay to eat more occasionally." The main reason is to let Daiyu have a taste, no, it's too much.

Daiyu tasted each of them one by one. She had a weak stomach, so she only ate a small amount of each.

They eat Western-style dinner, but they eat Chinese-style.Riddle placed the food between the two of them and ate with her.

"Is it okay?" Riddle used a spell to move the dishes to the kitchen wash room, where the elves were in charge of cleaning the dishes.

Daiyu wiped the corners of her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, recalled the strange taste of carrot juice, and answered straightforwardly, "You can still drink it."

The food in the UK is really not very good.

Riddle had seen the luxury of Jia's mansion, so he naturally knew that it couldn't be compared, but he didn't care too much.What he wanted Lin to know was his intentions, and nothing else.

"That being said, the black tea is pretty good. Will Ms. Lin accept my offer?" Riddle blinked at her and handed her a steaming cup of tea.

Through the enveloping mist, Riddle's delicate face appeared very soft, taking off the wide edges and corners of Westerners, revealing a delicate beauty.

A warm study room, warm tea, and two people who feel warm.

A mood melted in his chest, like sugar melted in water, flowing through every blood vessel in his body, and even the air seemed to be filled with a warm smell.

Daiyu's mouth slowly opened into a gentle smile.

"Next time, I'll invite you to try our pastries." She said softly.

"Definitely go to the appointment." Riddle smiled.