It would be awkward to meet someone in the same industry while cheating, but you would also feel like you have met a close friend.
This was the case with Tom and the two who followed.
After a brief moment of surprise, the two identical faces broke into smiles at the same time, and they came to Tom laughing.
"What a coincidence."
"I actually ran into Slytherin's new snake."
"Riddle, you are the only one we know of except Hufflepuff."
"The student who discovered the secrets of the kitchen the fastest."
The two of them spoke back and forth at a very fast pace, without any thinking, and they finished the conversation very naturally and in coordination.
"I really doubt you have any telepathic abilities." Tom clicked his tongue.
The twins smiled at each other and seemed to enjoy Tom's comment.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Fred."
"I'm George."
"We're all Weasleys!"
"I'm Tom Riddle, the famous Weasley twins." Tom looked at them and said, "Even though school has only been a few days, Phyllis has been talking about you so often that it's hard not to know..."
Imogen Ferris, fifth-year Slytherin Head Boy.
"Tsk." Fred shook his head. "He must be scolding us, and it must be very ugly, right?"
"Isn't it just throwing a big dung ball into his schoolbag? How petty."
"That's right, George, but I'm Fred. You introduced yourself wrong just now."
"Idiot, you were the first to say you were George."
"is that so?"
Tom was also smiling the whole time. Apart from anything else, these two people were indeed the most lively people in Hogwarts. There would never be a dull moment wherever they were.
"Riddle, you are much more famous than us." The real Fred suddenly came closer and said mysteriously, "Did you know that you have set a record as a freshman?"
"What records?" Tom asked curiously.
George shook his head. "You are the first pure Muggle-born student to enter Slytherin."
Fred added, "At least it's the first in a decade or so."
"That's it." Tom was a little disappointed. "I knew it a long time ago. To be exact, it was thirty-two years ago. The last Muggle-born Slytherin disappeared after graduating. I heard that he was killed by a dark wizard."
To be more precise, he was killed by Tom Riddle.
Um, the previous one.
Perhaps to show his determination to uphold the pure-blood theory and to reflect the purity of Slytherin, the poor guy was targeted by Voldemort.
Seeing Tom so calm, the twins were disappointed. Fred asked unwillingly, "Aren't you targeted in Slytherin? It must be very uncomfortable to be with a group of people who look down on you every day, right?"
"That's not the case." Tom waved his hand. "My roommates are very welcoming and we get along very well."
Family disgrace should not be made public. After all, he is now a member of Slytherin. Tom will not take the initiative to tell outsiders about the training of his three roommates.
Hearing this, the twins looked at each other in disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.
Finally, I came to the conclusion that Tom just didn't want to tell others about his embarrassing stories, and I felt it was normal.
Soon, Tom's midnight snack and the twins' midnight snack were delivered.
The three of them ate and chatted. Fred and George were the real know-it-alls at Hogwarts. They knew all the interesting things and secret passages in the castle. Tom got a lot of information out of them.
The twins actually knew that Tom was trying to trick them, but they didn't care.
I finally met an interesting freshman at Hogwarts, and I could not only guard against their pranks, but also fight back against them.
This is much more interesting than their younger brother.
So the three of them had a very pleasant conversation.
As for the conflicts and disputes between the colleges, Tom didn't do anything to Gryffindor, and those old things had nothing to do with him. He could just turn against them when there were conflicts in the future.
...
After eating and drinking, the three of them said goodbye in the hallway.
Before leaving, the twins patted their chests and promised Tom that if there were Slytherin students bullying him in the future, they would go find them and make them smell like shit.
Tom chuckled twice but didn't respond.
This was not to help him, the two of them just wanted to find an excuse to play a prank.
No words were spoken that night.
A new day has arrived. Today is Friday, which also means that the first week of the new semester is coming to an end. We can have a good rest for two days during the weekend.
On Fridays, Slytherin only had two consecutive Potions classes in the morning, and the same was true for Gryffindor.
After dinner, Tom and Daphne came to the Potions classroom.
Tom glanced at Snape's office as he passed by.
Originally he thought that buying for free would be a simple matter, but later he found out that Snape's dormitory was right next to his office, and the two rooms were connected.
He heard this from a senior student. If he didn't know this news, and went to buy goods during the night tour, it would be fun...
So Tom did not act rashly for the time being. He was waiting for an opportunity to make sure that Snape had not done anything again in the office or dormitory.
At nine o'clock, the class bell rang on time.
Snape walked into the classroom as the bell rang, his steps were extremely fast and vigorous, and the hem of his robes fluttered in the wind like a bat flying close to the hem.
His presence brought with it an aura that frightened all the young wizards from Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the classroom quickly fell silent.
As Snape floated by, Tom quietly moved away.
He was afraid that the oily hair would splash onto his body.
Snape's eyes swept over all the young wizards, lingering on Tom and Harry for two seconds before he took out the roster and began to call the roll.
Like the other professors, Harry paused when the call came to him.
"Oh, yes, Potter."
"This is our new... famous guy."
Malfoy and his two followers chuckled as if they had heard something funny.
This tone and this manner of speaking made Harry, who was used to professors' sudden and sudden reactions, feel a sense of foreboding.
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