My Name Is Tom Riddle
Having witnessed such a grand event as the International Confederation of Wizards election, Xiwen felt that life at Hogwarts was rather mundane.
He spent the second half of his first year of school uneventfully, passed the final exams uneventfully, achieved first place in the grade uneventfully, and then uneventfully welcomed the next semester...
Time flies, and it is now September 1, 1938, the annual day for young wizards to start school.
Among the various young wizards carrying large bags and bundles, Xiwen, dressed lightly and carrying only a cat, easily boarded the Hogwarts Express.
After learning the Undetectable Extension Charm from Newt, Xiwen expanded the Pocket Watch Space several times over. The Pocket Watch Space is now almost the size of the Slytherin Common Room —even if Xiwen's charms can't create a space as vast as Newt's briefcase, he can certainly achieve a similar level of elegance.
Unlike the day she started school last year, the Little Cat is now lively and energetic, even capable of leaping through space, and can't be contained even in a cage. So Xiwen simply didn't bring the cat cage and carried the Little Cat onto the train.
As usual, Xiwen found an empty booth and sat down. He placed the Little Cat on the soft cushion, then took out the bird toy he had gotten from Newt and began to play happily with the Little Cat.
After several train journeys, he realized he might not be suited to reading on trains. Every time he took out a book to read, he would be interrupted by all sorts of strange things. So he decided to just relax and not read at all!
After playing with the Little Cat for a while, a little blonde witch opened the door to the private room, saw Xiwen, and walked in, listlessly sitting down next to him.
"What's wrong, El? You don't look well." Xiwen put the cat toy on the table, letting the Little Cat play with it, then looked at the pale-faced blonde witch and asked.
"It's nothing serious, I've just been feeling a bit listless lately, probably from a cold," Elshiona said, shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair.
"Then you must get some rest!" Xiwen said, taking a bottle of medicine from his Pocket Watch Space and handing it to her.
After the Pocket Watch Space was expanded, Xiwen filled it with all sorts of things, useful and not, in case he encountered any more emergencies.
"If it's just a cold, drinking this Potions should help," Xiwen said to El.
"Pepperup Potion?" Elshiona asked, glancing at the glass bottle containing the potion.
After receiving Xiwen's affirmative answer, she shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
"No way, I don't want steam coming out of my ears!" Elshiona pouted and refused.
Xiwen wanted to persuade him further, but was interrupted by a noise coming from the next private room.
First, there was a loud "bang," and the partition wall of the private room shook violently. Then, a cursing voice rang out in the corridor.
Xiwen frowned, shoved the potion in his hand into Elshiona's hand, and then walked out of the private room.
The door to the next private room was wide open, and a young wizard, not very old but with a somewhat rugged appearance, was lying on the ground outside the aisle, cursing incessantly.
"You despicable, filthy Mudblood, you probably haven't heard of the power of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Let me tell you, I'll make you pay!"
"Verdimillious!"
A voice came from inside the private room, followed by a burst of emerald light that bloomed in front of the burly little wizard on the ground!
Xiwen quickly stepped forward and used his Shield Charm to block the emerald green spell.
After sensing the power of this curse, his expression turned grim.
Xiwen was very familiar with this spell, as it was an upgraded version of the Verda Sparkle Xiwen often used. Its function was to cause the Verda Sparkle to explode, giving it a certain offensive capability.
This spell was taught to Xiwen by Professor Merrythought Galadia Melos in the second semester; these newly enrolled second-year wizards had probably only been learning it for a few months. This means that it's highly likely that some of the enrolled students are bullying the first-year students!
Thinking of this, Xiwen looked seriously at the little wizard standing in the private room.
It must be said that the young wizard who launched the attack didn't leave a bad first impression on Xiwen.
His black hair and black eyes made Xiwen feel very close to him; in addition, he had extremely fair skin, and although his face was still somewhat youthful, it already had a vaguely almost otherworldly handsomeness that was very eye-catching; even though he was wearing tattered clothes, it could not hide his extraordinary temperament.
Xiwen stared blankly at the young wizard's innocent face.
He had no recollection of this face. So it was clear that this was a freshman who hadn't yet been assigned to a department, which was different from Xiwen's previous guess.
Just then, the gruff voice of the young wizard behind Xiwen came from behind.
"Rozier, this Mudblood who laid a hand on me! You have to avenge me!" he shouted.
Xiwen was somewhat surprised that he could recognize him, so he turned around and glanced at him.
Looking at this distinctive, rugged face, Xiwen suddenly remembered that the two of them had met a few times in what Sandrine called "normal social interactions"—this rugged little wizard's name was Dick Lestrange, the heir to the Lestrange family's England branch.
"Dick Lestrange?" Xiwen raised an eyebrow and asked him.
"Yes, it's me," Lestrange said to Xiwen with a serious expression. "I don't like the name Dick, please call me Lestrange, thank you!"
Then, he suddenly cried out loudly, feigning grievance, "Rozier, our two families have always been on good terms, you must help me get revenge!"
Hearing his affected voice, Xiwen's eyes twitched. He barely suppressed the urge to kick him and turned to face the little wizard in the private room.
The handsome young wizard opposite him also realized that Xiwen and Lestrange knew each other. After Xiwen turned to look at him, his expression became serious, and he silently tightened his grip on his wand.
"Senior, are you going to disregard the facts and stand up for him?" He asked Xiwen, his thin lips pursed nervously.
"Tell me what exactly happened just now. How did it escalate to this point?" Xiwen noticed the freshman's nervousness and said with a light laugh.
"The fact is, I opened this carriage door, intending to sit in Doctor Strange's compartment, and I don't think I've done anything wrong," the handsome freshman said calmly.
"No problem," Xiwen nodded gently in reply.
"Well, and then he immediately started verbally abusing me after seeing what I was wearing. And when he learned I came from an orphanage, he called me a 'Mudblood'!" the handsome freshman continued. "Although I don't know what 'Mudblood' means, it's probably not a nice word."
"Yes, 'Mudblood' is an insulting term for Muggle-born wizards and is strictly forbidden at Hogwarts," Xiwen nodded.
Hearing what Xiwen said, Lestrange exclaimed incredulously, "We are the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the sacred Pure-blood, Rozier! Do you really want to stand up for a Mudblood like that?"
"Actually, this isn't my responsibility; the Prefect should handle it," Xiwen shook his head and said to Lestrange. "Also, I strongly suggest you get rid of your foul mouth, or you'll regret it."
Then, Xiwen turned to the handsome young wizard again and asked with interest, "New student, what's your name?"
"My name is Tom Riddle, senior."