Harry S. Riddle (Libro 1)

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Harry S. Riddle (Book 1)
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—Harry.

"Yes, Neville?"

—Do you have a self-preservation instinct?

I laughed out loud.

The weeks had passed at Hogwarts and my attitude towards the castle improved, the Quidditch training allowed me to make friends - I discovered that it was not frowned upon among players to greet each other in the corridors or to get together to do homework in the library or in the common room, nor It was unusual for the older boys on the team to collaborate with me in my task. Writing essays became my new passion, the satisfaction and pleasure of getting a perfect grade after hard work was incomparable (when I mentioned it to dad, sending him a perfect grade on an essay, he enjoyed the fact so much that he sent me a basket of candy) , so I dedicated myself fully to the theoretical work at school, catching up with my classmates.

As I relaxed in the castle my stomach also calmed, I was able to eat and use the toilet with ease and, according to Alec, who camped in my room to return me to bed when my sleepwalking occurred, my subconscious's attempts to go on a walk to Midnight they vanished.

Life became sweet and peaceful, the students stopped being afraid of me, I went from being the son of you-know-who to the little Slytherin who read children's comics, slept hugging a stuffed animal and jumped on the rope in the playground wearing colorful clothes. . The Gryffindors would never be my best friends, but his aggressive attitude diminished enough for me to dare to sit at his table on the morning of October 31.

"Just a couple of drops," I answered Neville. Seamus and Ron ignored me in favor of their breakfasts. Don't you have tea? —I asked, rummaging through the food on the table.

—Orange and pumpkin juice, do Slytherins serve tea?

"Yes, I don't drink pumpkin juice." I reached out and took the jug of orange juice, pouring it into my glass.

-Because? Ron frowned. Is that too little for rich brats?

"No, it's cloying," I shrugged. I put two sausages, several pieces of toast and a fried egg on my plate. I hope the new issue of Stud arrives today.

Seamus looked at me.

—What is Stud?

"A baby story," Ron replied, chewing on his sausage. The sight of him was nauseating.

—Jeez Ron! “Swallow and then speak,” Granger told him; The bushy-haired girl was a meter away from us having breakfast with an open book on her lap.

—How do you read and eat? —I asked into the air. My doubt was forgotten.

—Don't get involved in this, rat teeth.

Neville sighed, the fights between that pair were day in and day out. Granger didn't care that the appearance of the mail overshadowed her voice, she shouted: