[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Of course Riddle wasn't cold anymore.

He wears less, but he has a good spell.

The warming spell is simply too simple, he can figure it out at a glance.

But Candice Bell, an idiot, really followed the group of professors to learn the magic spells of the first grade step by step-she learned most of them under the guidance of her father before entering school, and she can start studying the second grade now the spell, but she did not.

What a good student, good girl.

Riddle ridiculed Candice like a fool from the bottom of his heart, but it showed on his face, and even cast a warming spell on her very gentlemanly.

Candice felt her body gradually warming up, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Tom."

Riddle glanced at the couples who were gradually approaching, tilted his head in disgust and said, "Let's go over there."

Candice had no doubts about him, she nodded and followed him away from the big tree.They walked around for an unknown amount of time, and when he finally stopped, there were no other students nearby.

If Fremont was here, he would be super nervous right now.

There's no one here, just Candice and Riddle.

A Gryffindor student, a Slytherin student.

Slytherin had deducted five hundred points for the Gryffindor first year just a while ago.

Anyone who sees this scene will think that Candice is in danger.

She was standing by the Black Lake, and as long as Riddle exerted a little force, she could fall down and take a cold shower.

But Candice didn't find any danger yet, so she stood by the lake and raised her head and asked, "How did you find this place?" She looked around happily, and today was the first time she had the opportunity to observe so closely Black Lake, from the direction that Riddle brought her, you can see a large area of ​​Black Lake, the black lake sparkling under the moonlight, as if glowing, very beautiful.

The most important thing is that there is no one else here to bother them, so they don't have to feel embarrassed at all!

"It's great here." Candice turned her back to Riddle. She squatted by the lake, staring down at the water of the Black Lake. If Riddle pushed her from behind at this time...

In the night breeze, Riddle's black hair was blown slightly.

He took a step forward, getting closer to her.

She turned her head slowly as he bent down and approached her back.

A pair of eyes as blue as the sky looked at him, and the familiar sweet female voice said a little excitedly: "Look at Tom! There is something in the water!"

The corner of Riddle's mouth curled up, and he turned around and walked to her side, squatting down beside her.

"You'd better stay back." Riddle spoke, his low and hoarse voice accompanied by the cool night wind.

Candice looked at him puzzled, and was about to ask him why, but there was no need for him to answer.

Something floating on the bottom of Black Lake popped out of the water—the tentacles of a giant squid.

The tentacles carrying water rose high and then fell heavily. Candice's eyes widened in horror. She dodged backwards in self-protection, because she was lying on the grass directly on her back in a squatting position, and Riddle's hand was on her shoulder. At first, he wanted to pull her to stand up and walk away, but when she lay down like this, he directly led him to lie down too.

Candice came back to her senses and found that Riddle was lying on top of her, with the approaching tentacles of the giant squid behind her, and the water from the Black Lake dripped down from the tentacles, onto his body and her forehead.

"Be careful!" Candice turned Riddle over and pressed him underneath, closing her eyes in front of him and waiting for the tentacles to come.

Riddle stared at the girl standing in front of him without hesitation by the moonlight, his eyes changed strangely, the tip of the wand in his hand lit up, and the tentacles of the giant squid trembled, and it was withdrawn into the water with a bang .

Candice heard the sound of something heavy falling into the water, she opened her eyes, the breeze swayed her long golden hair, and the strands of hair brushed against Riddle's cheeks, Riddle frowned slightly and avoided, the strands of hair dodged, but The slightly itchy feeling has been caused, and some can't go away.

"Black Lake...it's very dangerous. Especially at night." Riddle whispered, lying on his back on the grass, "there are giant squids in the lake—the owner of the tentacles you just saw. And the mermaid and Grindy Luo... a ferocious little water ghost."

Candice pressed against him, and could clearly feel the beating heart under his chest.

"When the giant squid is in a good mood, it will surface to bask in the sun. At that time, it allows the students to scratch its tentacles." Riddle put his arms on the grass, ready to get up, "but it seems that it is not in a good mood today Good." He said half-jokingly.

Candice listened to his explanation with some fascination, and when the faces of the two were very close, she finally realized how inappropriate their posture was at the moment, and immediately got up.

She lowered her head and patted the grass ash on the school robe, her cheeks were so hot that they were about to burn.

Compared to the speed at which she got up, Riddle's speed was much slower.He stood up almost lazily, and casually gave himself a fresh clean, and then he was the Hogwarts school girl of that personable and refined gentleman again.

Candice glanced at him cautiously, seeing that he didn't mind her "rudeness", she breathed a sigh of relief and started talking about business: "Is there anything you want to say to me when you invited me here today? "

She still can't figure out why he would ask her out during this sensitive time regardless of his situation.

In order to prevent her from revealing his background to others, he even pretended not to know her. Why is he willing to ignore the entanglement between the two academies and ask her out in front of so many people?

He could write a letter and contact her quietly.

Such an aboveboard invitation, although she felt the importance, it was very unsafe for him, wasn't it?

He valued that "safety" the most.

Riddle could tell what she was wondering just by looking at Candice's expression.

This girl never knew how to hide her emotions, or she didn't hide her emotions in front of him.

Her experience made her feel that there was nothing to hide about those emotions, either.

In her opinion, there is probably nothing in this world that cannot be put on the table. Her world is either black or white, and it is hopelessly clean and open.

And she herself is like a piece of white paper, not even a trace of black can be seen on it.

I really want to smear this white paper at will.

The corners of Riddle's mouth raised uncontrollably, and it took a while before he said, "I asked you to come here, just to show you the scenery."

Candice looked at him in surprise, not seeming to believe it.

With one hand in his pocket, Riddle stood there leisurely and said, "It's beautiful here—isn't it?"

Candice nodded: "Yes, but..."

"Beauty is enough. You don't need to think so much, Candice."

He calls her name again, he is 13 years old, about to change his voice?The voice is a bit hoarse and full of special magnetism, how should I put it...compared to those boys with male duck voices during the voice change period, it is really nice.

It was so good that she got goosebumps all over her body.

"I just don't think it's good for you." Candice still said what she was thinking, "I just had a conflict with a girl in your college, which resulted in Slytherin being deducted [-] points. You are here Ask me out at a critical moment, and they'll blame you - aren't you worried?"

Riddle looked sideways: "Do you think I will be afraid?"

... He really didn't look afraid.

Candice scratched her long blond hair and said anxiously: "You are not afraid, but I am. If something happens to you, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life!"

Inexplicably, the image that she blocked in front of him without hesitation just now floated before Riddle's eyes.

His eyes were dimmed and he said, "I'll be fine."

Candice sighed and wanted to say something, when he heard him speak again.

"I'll take care of the problems inside Slytherin, and no one will bother you in the future." He whispered softly, "Don't you believe I can do it?"

Don't believe me?of course not.

The ability shown by Tom Riddle is not up to a low-grade girl like Candice to question.

She looked at him intently for a while, and after feeling his firmness, a few smiles slowly appeared on her face.

It was obvious that, freed from worry, she was beginning to be glad that she would no longer be excluded from Slytherin House.

Riddle's empty heart gradually became satisfied because of her smile. He sighed, looked at the time with his wand, and said softly to her, "Today is Valentine's Day."

Candice was silent for a while before saying, "I know."

"I have a present for you," he said.

Candice was stunned, and it took a long time to realize what he said - he prepared a gift for her.

This should be the second time she has received a gift from him, right?

Still a Valentine's Day gift!

Although they will give each other chocolates on Valentine's Day as ordinary friends, but...but...

She had a different heart for him, so even if he prepared a gift just out of politeness, she was very happy.

"What gift is it?" She belatedly started to be pleasantly surprised, and jumped in front of him, "Show me quickly."

Riddle took a step back mysteriously. He was a head taller than her, raised his chin slightly and stepped back. The night wind blew his school robe, and he raised his voice slightly, with a playful tone: "You can catch me!" , I'll show you."

Candice stared at him and said, "Is this a challenge?"

Riddle smiled sideways: "It is."

Candice rolled her arms and sleeves, and chased him with open arms: "Then I accept this challenge!"

So the girl in the Gryffindor robes and the boy in the Slytherin robes started chasing each other across the grass.

Riddle was a piece of cake with Candice—she walked toward him with open arms, and he backed away laughing, irritatingly ignoring her so much that Candice wanted nothing. I can't take care of it.

She quickened her pace, gritted her teeth and rushed forward, slamming into his arms heavily, almost knocking him down.

The boy let out a burst of clear laughter, hugging the extremely ashamed girl who was buried in his arms, laughing so that the wind around him was tainted with the sweetness and ambiguity of this moment.

And Candice... Her face was pressed against his chest, feeling the vibration in his chest, and her heart began to beat desperately again.

"This is your gift."

Riddle took a folded parchment from his school robe pocket and handed it to Candice after she left his arms.

Candice took a look and found that it was...

"That's my class schedule." He stood under the night and said softly, "You can come to me anytime in the future, and you don't have to worry about the problems of the college. We can go to the library to read books together, and I will help you with your homework. Guaranteed that you can... get the first place in the school."

Candice asked in surprise, "How do you know that I want to be the first in the school?"

A little smile lingered in Riddle's black eyes: "Didn't you once boast that when you get to Hogwarts, you will definitely be able to catch up with me?"

Candice blushed and couldn't speak, Riddle said meaningfully: "Then you have to start with getting the first place in the school." He put his cool hand on her shoulder and asked her softly, "Do you like this gift?"

Candice's face was still flushed, but she tried to frown to look less silly.

She pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay."

Riddle moved closer to her, and asked in her ear, "What about my gift?"

……

Candice wanted to say, I didn't prepare a gift for you.

But the reality is, she's ready.

She took out the chocolate out of her pocket with a bit of fuss, stuffed it to him and said, "The birthday present you gave me—that candy, it doesn't taste good at all. You try this, it will let you know that it tastes the best what a chocolate bonbon should look like."

She found an excuse to make the chocolate look less ambiguous, and ran away without looking back after speaking, which seemed to be a run away.

Riddle stood in the wind, holding the chocolate she gave him in his hand, flipped it casually, and the corners of his raised mouth sank a little bit.

He rudely stuffed the chocolate into his pocket - just from the look on his face, he didn't care about her gift at all.

But it's unclear whether he thought that way in his heart.

After Valentine's Day, the atmosphere in Hogwarts became tense.

Because before the summer vacation, the students are about to meet their final exams.

This was the first exam Candice took. She was very concerned about her grades. Whether it was due to her responsibility to her father and Professor Dumbledore, or her rivalry with Riddle, she always got a good grade.

She spent all her free time in the library, and although she got Riddle's class schedule, she never actually went to Slytherin to find him.They meet occasionally, or run into each other in the library.

He didn't seem in a hurry, she didn't look for him, and he didn't come to her. After the "date" on Valentine's Day, the two became a little estranged. Tess couldn't tell what she was feeling either.

Fortunately, her final exam results were good, and she was completely relaxed when she walked out of the last exam room—the exams for each subject were not difficult, much easier than she imagined, and she felt that even if she didn't get the first place in the school, One, at least you can get the first place in the whole hospital, right?Scanning the other dejected classmates, Candice smiled happily.

After the exam, it means that the summer vacation is about to begin, and the students are feeling overwhelmed. They can't wait to fly home immediately. They haven't been home for several months, and they feel a little homesick and miss their parents.

Candice is no exception.

She didn't go home for Christmas, and she and Mr. Bell haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Although they often correspond, she still misses him very much.Thinking of leaving her father alone at home for Christmas and having such an accident, she felt extremely guilty.

She is homesick now more than anyone.

On the Hogwarts Express, Candice met the prefect, she nodded towards him, and wanted to find a box with Fremont and the others to sit down, but the prefect said one more thing——

"Candice, last time Professor Dumbledore asked you to visit his office, did you go later?"

Candice was stunned: "What? When did it happen?"

The prefect said, "It's Valentine's Day. Didn't Miss Duncan tell you?"

Candice immediately looked at Louise who was walking in front. Louise sneered and said, "I'm not obliged to send you a message. It's none of my business that you went out on a date and missed the dean's call."

The prefect frowned and said, "Didn't I say, tell Candice about this when she returns to the dormitory, Miss Duncan?"

Louise was upset that the prefect called her last name, Candice, by her Christian name.

She pursed her lips and said, "Then I'm not obligated to do that - so what if I say it, she's already missed her summons, so what's the use of going there?" She snorted and said, "Dumbledore The professor certainly didn't want her to go on dates with the Slytherin students, she went, and it doesn't matter whether she wants to see the dean when she comes back."

Candice stood stiffly in the train carriage, with the urge to rush off the train and go back to Hogwarts.

"Don't pay attention to her, Candice." Freemont grabbed her wrist and said, "You can come to my house as a guest during the summer vacation, and we will go to see Professor Dumbledore together."

Potter's house is in Godric's Hollow, not far from Professor Dumbledore's house, but Candice is still a little hesitant.The train was about to leave, and she couldn't keep stuck here, and was finally pulled away by Fremont and Euphemia.

Louise Duncan walked behind them, glared at Candice, who was being defended by her friends, and then looked at herself, there was no one around her, and the prefect gave her a displeased look from time to time—did she do it? What's so outrageous that they all treat her like this?Louise, who had been doted on since she was a child, bit her lip fiercely, found a box at random and sat in it.

On the way home, Candice kept blaming herself for not going over to Professor Dumbledore looking for her.

She suddenly hated herself at the moment, and delayed Professor Dumbledore's call because of that illusory and indistinguishable emotion, which really didn't seem like what she should do.

When she finally had the opportunity to visit Potter's house during the summer vacation and visit Professor Dumbledore with Fremont, Candy felt 12 points of guilt.

She stood outside Professor Dumbledore's house, vowing to herself that she would never make that mistake again, that Professor Dumbledore had been so good to her, she didn't even go to him afterward - he must be very sad.

What Louise Duncan said this time was not entirely wrong.

She is so bad!She's a Gryffindor, and she didn't think about what trouble she would bring to Professor Dumbledore in the process of interacting with Riddle, what a fool she is!

When Dumbledore opened the door and greeted Candice and Fremont, he still had his gentle and amiable smile on his face.

Candice dared not look at him with a guilty conscience, and followed Freemont into the room with one hand and one foot.

Freemont looked back and saw that she had the same hands and feet, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up: "Do you know how stupid you looked just now, Candice?" Freemont said, clutching his stomach, "It's really stupid , It’s just a visit to Professor Dumbledore’s house, why are you so nervous?” He laughed again after speaking.

Candice glared at him bitterly, put down the gift she was holding in her arms, and threatened in a low voice: "Fremont, if you laugh again, I will tell Dumbledore that you still plan to plagiarize others in your summer homework." professor."

Freemont's smile stopped abruptly, and the corner of his mouth twitched and said, "You are so cruel."

"To each other." Candice rolled her eyes, turned to Dumbledore, who was pouring drinks for them, and summoned up her courage, "Professor Dumbledore, how are you doing this summer vacation?"

Dumbledore turned around, at home, he was wearing a very homely light purple wizard robe, a very beautiful color, a bit exaggerated, but it felt very harmonious on him, reminding Candice of the robe he wore on Valentine's Day The bright silver robe.

Oh Schett, thinking about Valentine's Day again, and thinking about the mistake she made, Candice bowed her head in shame.

Dumbledore looked at her thoughtfully for a while, then turned to Fremont and said, "Fremont, haven't you always wanted to play with Fox?"

Freemont's eyes widened: "Huh? What? - No, I mean, can I?"

Dumbledore smiled mildly and waved his wand lightly. Fawkes flew down from the second floor, circled around Fremont, and flew out of the window amid Fremont's cheers.

"You can use a broomstick to play with it." Dumbledore took out a child's broom and handed it to him. It looked a little old, but it was very strong.

How could Fremont miss such an opportunity?He took the broom and thanked Dumbledore excitedly, and flew out in a blink of an eye.

In this way, only Dumbledore and Candice were left in the room.

Candice became nervous for a moment, she didn't know where to put her hands, she blushed and said, "Professor Dumbledore..."

"Yes, I'm here. You seem to have something on your mind, what's going on, Candice?" He raised his hand, motioning for Candice to sit down.The two sat down facing each other, and he pushed the drink forward, which was Candice's favorite apple juice.

Candice picked up the drink, lowered her head with complicated emotions and said, "When I went home during the summer vacation, I heard from the prefect on the train that you once looked for me on the evening of Valentine's Day." She squeezed out all her courage to look Apologizing to the professor who has been watching her softly, "I'm sorry professor, I didn't know at all at the time... I only found out when I left school. I'm sorry, I didn't get to you in time. I let you down. "

Dumbledore leaned on the sofa, turned his head slightly to think, and then whispered: "So you're bothering about this." He slowed down his tone, and said soothingly, "You don't have to take this matter to heart at all. I just want to ask what you plan to do with that star, nothing important."

that star.

Candice remembered.

She still carries it with her.

She took out the star made into a magical specimen from her pocket like a treasure—the one she picked off from Dumbledore's wizard robe on Valentine's Day.

"I made it into a specimen!" She said with a smile, "Isn't it beautiful? It can also be used as a bookmark."

Dumbledore looked at the star in the girl's palm. Under the control of magic, it still kept vivid, as if it had just been picked off, and kept spinning in circles.

He said relievedly, "You're doing great, Candy—didn't I tell you about your first-year test scores?"

When it comes to grades, even if she knows it well, she can't help feeling a little nervous.

She put away the specimen and said hesitantly, "Will I do well in the exam?"

Dumbledore said gently: "Not only is it okay." The corner of his mouth raised, "You got the first place in the school, Candice."

Candice stood up in surprise: "Really? I really got the first place in the school?" She opened her blue eyes wide, and after seeing the professor nodding for confirmation, she couldn't help but walked around the table and gave him a hug. I felt a little better.

Although she made a mistake before, but her test scores are so good, she must give the professor a good face, right?

Candice looked at Dumbledore with sparkling eyes, and Dumbledore patted her hand and said, "You are very good. Although you still missed Gryffindor in the Academy Cup this year, your results have also surprised me." There is light."

Candice felt at ease now, picked up the visiting gift she brought, unwrapped it, and counted the delicious food in detail.

By the time Fremont and Fox came back from playing, they had almost finished eating.

Freemont was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at the candy wrapper on the table and said, "...is it gone?"

Candice wiped the corner of her mouth: "Who told you to play? Fox was exhausted when he flew back just now. You can fly better than Phoenix, Fremont."

Freemont choked, and after a while he said reluctantly: "Isn't that why you can join the Quidditch team just because school starts? Can I not work harder?"

Candice smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for?"

Freemont said unconvinced: "You are a talented player, you were born to fly! But I was almost there." He sat down, rummaged on the table, and found the fish that slipped through the net.

Dumbledore used magic to fill them with drinks, and said with a smile: "Your skills are also very good, Fremont. I believe you will become a very good pursuer."

Being praised by the dean, Fremont was still a little shy, and his face was still red when he left.

Candice stared at him curiously, which made him blush even more, and ran away with an annoyed cry.

Candice stood there looking at his back, and said to Dumbledore after a while: "Then I will go first, professor."

Dumbledore looked at the sky and said, "How are you going to go back?"

"I'll wait for my dad at Fremont's and he'll pick me up," Candice said.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, watching Candice leave.

Candice took a few steps, but finally she couldn't let go of the matter in her heart, she turned her head and said, "Albus."

This was the first time she called him by his Christian name today, and Dumbledore looked at her in surprise.

Candice, after fighting for a while, asked him, "I befriended Tom—I mean, does it bother you that I'm hanging out with a Slytherin and causing so much trouble?"

She still spoke her mind.

Dumbledore had thought she wouldn't talk.

But Candice didn't let him down.

She never let him down.

Dumbledore stood at the door, staring at the girl he had grown up with, and said after a while, "If it bothers me, will you stop seeing Mr. Riddle?"

Candice bit her lip, she looked very embarrassed, but after only a few moments, she nodded heavily, and said with some embarrassment: "If you find it bothering, I will stop communicating with Tom." Although she was very contradictory , probably also feel sad, but she thought, she can do it.

She'd try to avoid Tom at school, and of course they couldn't be friends at all, they could write letters, or something, anyway—as long as they didn't communicate publicly, they should be fine.

Candice was worried about how to get along with Riddle in the future, but in fact, Dumbledore couldn't bear to embarrass the girl who almost chose to stand by him without hesitation.

Tom Riddle was only 13 years old, and he was only in the third grade at the beginning of school. When he talked last time, he was angry and spoke heavily, but that kid, he might not be as hopeless as he seems now.

As a professor, he still has more than four years to try to correct that child's thinking and make him better.

Although he was undeniably partial to Candice, he couldn't beat a teenager to death with one stick.

He should give him a chance, shouldn't he?

Maybe the existence of Candice can reverse his deviated heart?

As long as Candice can study and live healthily and happily, he will take care of the rest, even if the final result is not very good.

"I have nothing to worry about, Candice." Dumbledore stepped forward, stood in front of Candice, looked down at the very short girl, and said softly, "You can make friends freely, you don't have to just because others say Doubt yourself.” He stroked her long blonde hair and said what he always wanted to say to Ariana but never had the chance to say, “You can be brave enough to be yourself and do what you want .No matter what you want to do, I will stand by your side."

Candice listened ignorantly, and nodded seriously and cautiously.

After that, her summer vacation was much easier.

With no burden on her heart, she began to prepare gifts for her classmates.

Before school started, both Euphemia and Anita had birthdays, and she prepared birthday presents for them.

After the holiday, she didn't see Riddle again, and the two didn't correspond.

Sometimes Candice would stand at the window and look towards the orphanage, where he was supposed to be back after the holidays, but he didn't seem to be.

At least she observed several times, but she didn't see half of him.

Candice couldn't figure out where he had gone.

When she met him again, it was when she went to Diagon Alley to buy new books.

Candice went with Mr. Bell. She met Riddle at the Lichen Bookstore. He was wearing a black wizard robe, his hair was a little longer than when he was in school, and his cheeks were thin, but everything suited him and made him He looks more handsome than before.

Candice looked at him a few more times, and Mr. Bell noticed it. He glanced at Riddle, and Riddle looked at them too.

He seemed to have a colder demeanor, and there was a certain conceit in his black eyes, and he didn't even give in or be humble when he looked at Mr. Bell.

"That kid looks like a Slytherin," Mr. Bell murmured. "Is he that Tom Riddle?"

Candice grabbed her father's hand and asked him to turn his eyes away from Riddle, and she herself averted her eyes a little embarrassedly. She always felt that it was impolite for her father to stare at others with that kind of scrutiny. She hoped that Riddle didn't mind.

"Dad, my book is ready, we can go." Candice said a little anxiously.

Mr. Bell was not in a hurry to leave, he still looked in Riddle's direction and said, "Aren't you friends? Go over and say hello."

Candice watched her father walking towards Riddle with a dead face. Mr. Bell held an important position in the Ministry of Magic and had been a leader for a long time, so it was inevitable that he would have the aura of a superior.

As for this orphan who secretly befriended his own daughter—Mr. Bell felt that it was necessary for him to get to know him personally.

Just the description in Dumbledore's letter did not give him a complete understanding of the boy.

Candice kept blinking at Riddle from behind Mr. Bell, hoping that he would leave. She knew her father too well. If she was caught by Mr. Bell, Riddle would definitely face a "interrogation". Her eyes were full of apology Pleading again, Riddle raised the corner of his mouth and looked at it for a while, he must have seen what she meant, but he didn't do it at all.

He just stood there, and after Mr. Bell stood still in front of him, he said neither humble nor humble: "Hello, Mr. Bell."

Candice directly covered her face, wishing she could just pass out.

Mr. Bell looked at the handsome young man in front of him, nodded and said, "You are Mr. Riddle?"

Riddle closed his eyes and said, "Yes, as you can see, I am." He said politely, "After all, Candice should not have a second Slytherin friend, right?"

Mr. Bell couldn't tell how the boy in front of him made him feel.

He seems to be very polite and polite, but as an elder, he just doesn't feel any respect.

He frowned, his daughter kept tugging at his wizard robe, he had no choice but to say: "Nice to meet you, then don't bother me, we have to go."

Candice was greatly relieved to hear her father say this, and looked at Riddle with a bit of resentment, and after her father held her hand, she disapparated and left here with him.

Riddle leaned against the bookshelf of Lihen Bookstore, thinking of the truth about his life experience he found during the summer vacation, the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain.

He doesn't care about anyone now.

He was sure - he was a descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin.

As much as he'd been reluctant to admit it, he found out that his father, old Riddle, had indeed never been in Hogwarts.

He searched the Hogwarts prize room in all his spare time, and found no information about the surname Riddle in any of the school's prefect records, or even in the history books of magic.

After that, he started with the only remaining clue - the middle name "Marvolo" from his grandfather.

After his unremitting efforts, he learned about the remaining line of the Slytherin family from old books and some good Slytherin students.

Gunter.

Marvolo Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

Although he has not had the opportunity to go to the Gaunt family to find out the truth, but he is 100% sure that his grandfather is him.

In fact, Riddle didn't bother to believe that his mother was a witch at first.

After all, if she was really a witch, how could she be cowardly enough to give birth to him at the gate of the Muggle orphanage and then die tragically?

She should have the strength to protect herself, and even just boil a potion for herself, everything can be settled.

But she didn't.

I don't know what kind of stupid and ignorant thoughts occupied her brain, so that she ended her life so boringly.

Every time he thinks of these things, he feels displeasure and hatred from the inside out.

He no longer wants to use the name Tom Riddle.

It would remind him of his Muggle father.

He wanted a more suitable name for him.

Riddle slowly closed the book in front of him, and left Lihen Bookstore.

On September [-]st, Hogwarts started on time, and the Hogwarts Express drove to the school in bright sunshine.

But the sunny weather did not affect the students in the Slytherin noble box.

Riddle sat there alone, surrounded by young masters and ladies from pure-blood families.

"A... wizard from an orphanage?" Walburga sat across from him, raising his voice. "Is that so, Mr. Riddle?"

Riddle sat there, watching her blankly, not at all surprised that they finally knew the truth about what he had tried to hide.

And Walburga, as a young lady of the Black family, obviously feels disgusted with his real background.But she seemed to be afraid of something. Although her words were sharp, she didn't say anything harsh.

Abraxas stood aside, quietly watching as a bystander, as did Avery, Lestrange, and Rozier.

There is another one around