HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 9 A Warning

After eating and drinking all the time, Itana sat on the sofa clutching her slightly distended stomach contentedly, motionless like a well-fed snake.

Some people have already left, and the few remaining are still cleaning up the food made of pumpkin on the table.

Elena was next to Itana, also looking too lazy to move.

"I heard that you live alone in Slytherin, and there are no girls with you, is that true?" The girl's braids were a little loose, and her tone was soft and worried.

"Yeah." Itana raised her eyebrows and responded, "I'm at ease."

"Really..." she said, "About Helen, she is rather shy."

Itana hummed to show that she was listening.

"So she asked me to tell you that she was very grateful for your help that day. She said that you are different from other Slytherins. She asked me to ask you if you would like to go to her house for a few days during the summer vacation."

Elena turned her head while talking, and Helen sat on the armchair next to them, watching Itana's reaction expectantly and carefully.

Itana gave her a friendly smile, "Thank you very much, but unfortunately I can't go during the summer vacation for some reason, sorry."

Helen also knew how abrupt this kind of invitation was, and she didn't have much hope for it, but the other party's rejection still made her a little depressed.

Her eyes darkened for a moment, and then she cheered up again, squeezed out a smile, and waved her hands again and again, "No, there is no need to apologize,"

During this period of time, Elena knew this friend from the same hospital fairly well, so in order to avoid her embarrassment, she changed the subject: "Well, Itana, you have a good relationship with Tom, I see that he is waiting for you today .”

"It's okay." Itana replied ambiguously, she really didn't know if the child regarded her as a friend.After all, he is Tom Riddle, who grew up in an orphanage and has been treated as a different kind for so long. It seems impossible to become friends in a month.

She recalled the way she got along with Tom in the past month, and she could only say that it was okay.

From time to time, they meet to go to the library, and if they meet in the auditorium, they will eat together if there is space, and do group work together.

Although he is only 11 years old, he is more mature and stable than others, humble and polite. Not only the professor, but many students at the same level are willing to get along with him.

This also includes Itana.

After all, a reliable teammate is always pleasant. He doesn't make all kinds of mistakes like those children, and he doesn't have so many small emotions that need her to take care of.

She naturally knew that the gentleness and politeness were just Tom's appearance, and that the child was not as easy to get along with as he appeared on the inside.

But it doesn't matter, he has nothing to do to expose what others are doing, he is willing to maintain his appearance and he will not suffer.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Itana said casually, she remembered another sentence Elena said during the day, about the support club, it seems that Tom also has one.

You Hufflepuffs are really... She almost touched her forehead, feeling that these cute little badgers are too fraternal.

Elena sighed helplessly, "Someone wanted to invite him to a private dinner, but I only had a few words with him on the first day of school."

"Oh, so?" Itana smiled, waiting for the next sentence.

"Can you ask me?" Elena touched her with her shoulder, "I'll treat you to something delicious next time."

"Happy to help." Itana happily agreed.

When they were talking, Helen was listening quietly by the side, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, her round face was very rosy, and she looked very cute, but Itana still remembered the other party's pale to blue face when she rescued her .

"Speaking of which, Helen, how did you fall into the Black Lake that day?" She still planned to ask.

The smile on Helen's face turned pale, her eyes wandered away from looking at them, "I...was walking by the river, accidentally."

No matter how you look at her performance, there are ghosts, but Helen obviously doesn't want to say it. Itana doesn't have the hobby of persecuting others, so she doesn't continue to ask, and talks about other topics.

Helen was visibly relieved.

They continued to stay for another half an hour, and it was not until the curfew was approaching that Itana said goodbye and left.

She thought this incident was over, after all, combined with what Anne revealed before, it was nothing more than campus bullying at worst, and Elena also said that Helen would go with them in the future, and Itana never expected the last thing It will ferment on her head.

One afternoon three days later, she was walking alone in the corridor of the castle, planning to go to the Black Lake to practice the latest new spell as usual.

She walked forward while recalling the knowledge about the spell in her mind, walking on the road with two purposes, her eyes were a little empty.

Sensing someone in front of her, she instinctively planned to go around, but was stopped by someone who blocked her original path.

The other party was three senior Slytherin students.

The leader had short blond hair, and his face looked familiar.

"What's the matter?" Itana looked at the Slytherin boys who were much taller than her with a calm expression, no fear of being surrounded by people could be seen on her face.

In their view, this is undoubtedly a provocation and a contempt for their prestige.

"Itana Immoteliti." The leading boy chewed on these few syllables in a playful tone, "Has anyone ever told you that you are getting carried away?"

What the hell?Itana narrowed her eyes instinctively, "Excuse me, excuse me."

The three boys showed no intention of moving away, and their eyes revealed undisguised malice.

"I said, are you planning to do something to me, a weak and helpless first-year student? This is the main building of the castle, and a professor may pass by at any time." Itana smirked.

"Hmph." The blond boy sneered, "Of course not, we just want to teach you some Slytherin ways of life."

"Tell me in detail?" Itana maintained the expression on her face, patiently wasting time with this group of people.

The school rules forbid the use of magic to fight, and whether it is magic or hand-to-hand combat, she can't beat these three people for the time being.

After all, the age advantage is here.

Maybe she needs a way to speed up the growth of magic power. The current blue bar is almost empty after three or four full spells.

Although the boys were very upset to see her look confident, it was indeed the fact that as long as she yelled a few words in this position, others would be attracted to her.

"It's better for you to take less care of the affairs of the Burst family, the nameless little witch, since you are in Slytherin, you have to figure out your own position, and don't stand on the wrong team..."

The blond boy threatened in a deep voice: "Next time, I don't want someone to tell me that you are standing next to that traitor. If you don't want your drawers to be full of slugs or something else, be smart..."

Rubbing his wand in his hand, his eyes swept over Itana coldly, as if he was about to cast a curse on her in the next second.

But in the end, he still lowered his hands, arrogantly and contemptuously leading the two followers who had been silent all this time, and walked away.

　A warm reminder that there will be disputes about pure blood. Itana does not care about pure blood theory. She believes that ambition creates glory, and ability can irrigate greater goals and ideals.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)