Wizard and Siren

"Grind the daffodil root into a powder," Tom said, operating skillfully. "Note, remember to stir 4 1/3 turns counterclockwise when adding."

The pair of eyes belonging to Slytherin and Ravenclaw under the podium were all staring at him, which covered envy and admiration, and even deep love.

He sneered inwardly. "Finally, add three drops of the pus of the Babo tuber."

"The vitality tonic is complete."

Immediately, the liquid in the crucible took on a clear, vibrant, and perfect orange-yellow color, reflecting his handsome and charming face.

"Great!" Professor Slughorn stepped forward and patted Tom on the shoulder vigorously without waiting for Tom to get off the podium, without hiding his love and pride, "It's really great! Slytheringa Twenty points!"

Tom returned to his seat in the face of everyone's applause, smiling modestly and appropriately as usual.This wasn't the first time a class was shown how to make a potion.Professor Slughorn likes to show everyone the outstanding talents of his students. Of course, the professor's vanity does not contradict his plan to win people's hearts.

"Hmm...Riddle...You performed really well today!"

"Thank you," he stopped packing his textbooks and turned his head.It turned out to be Angelina, a fifth-year Ravenclaw girl.She blushed, not daring to look into his black jade-like eyes, and just rubbed her toes back and forth on the floor.Apparently, she was among the ranks of Riddle's admirers.

"What's the matter?" Tom asked without any impatience in his tone. He looked at the girl with tender and concerned eyes, as if encouraging her.

"The slug club party next Saturday, do you have any companions?" Angelina asked cautiously.

The excess hormones that adolescent girls cannot control themselves.The voice in his heart sneered.But Angelina's family is still very useful.So why not?

After getting an affirmative answer, the girl left happily.Tom also immediately packed up his things and rushed to a place, a place that interested him most now.

"Isabella!" Tom called in a low voice, walking along the shore of the Black Lake.He placed several anti-disturbance spells around him, after all, the existence of the siren cannot be known by anyone.

No one can share the secret of eternal life with him.

"Tom! You are so slow!" Isabella finally poked her head out of the water and blamed, "Have you brought anything?"

"Of course, you like it, how dare I forget? You short-tempered little cat!" Tom threw the prepared chocolate hazelnut cupcakes at Isabella, who jumped up excitedly and caught them in the air. Stopped, and then fell happily on the water again.

If Tom was a Muggle, it could be said that this scene is very similar to the keeper feeding the seals in the zoo.

As knowledgeable as he is, he can't explain why sirens, animals that eat raw meat, love to eat human food.But since it can speak human language, there is nothing unacceptable about it.After all, they are not highly intelligent creatures.

"Why are you here so late today?" Isabella asked vaguely while biting the food.

Fortunately, their eating behavior has returned to animal instinct.Tom thought.

"In response to a courageous date from a shy girl," he replied with a shrug, before sitting down on a flatter rock and watching her in silence as she devoured it.

After hearing this sentence, Isabella froze for a moment, and her pointed ears moved unnaturally.

"Tom, don't like other girls!" Isabella pouted again, "Because I..."

"Yes, I know." Tom reached out and rubbed her rosy face lovingly, not caring that this action made his long and white fingers sticky with mucus, "because you said you loved me."

"It's good to know." Isabella lowered her head and whispered.

Isabella loves Tom.To be precise, it should be the three words "I love you", which were the first words they communicated clearly when they met for the first time three days ago.

Tom didn't doubt that his charm could charm any creature, including Isabella, of course.

He took her hand and kissed her impeccably.

"I am very honored."

She tilted her head, looking at him curiously. "For the three words 'I love you', shouldn't you reply 'I love you too'?"

Tom smiled. "Yes, my dear girl. But love takes time to make it firm and deep enough."

He doesn't love her.not love anyone.This will never change.

Be as honest as possible where it doesn't matter, and it will help you gain the other person's trust more quickly.

Only in this way can he make a ferocious beast let down its guard.