"Riddle, can you lend me your Potions notes? I don't quite understand some of the things from last class."
Turning the corner of the corridor, Ian Avery looked at the handsome Alpha beside him, and his voice couldn't help but contain a hint of shyness.
Before he could wait long, he noticed Riddle looking back, and the omega looked over and saw nothing.
"What's wrong, Riddle?"
The boy came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at Ian with a friendly smile on his face: "Of course, I'll give it to you in the lounge this afternoon."
Her black hair like black jade and her fair face look delicate and charming.
It instantly captured Avery's attention. He had long forgotten his previous doubts and lowered his head in shame.
He didn't notice the cold flash in Tom Riddle's eyes.
The night was dotted with stars, the castle was brightly lit, the tables in the auditorium were filled with delicious food, and teachers and students were chatting leisurely.
Seeing that the number of people was almost enough, Dippet stood up and clapped his hands, and the banquet hall instantly became quiet.
"The voice is loud."
The amplified voice said, "Before dinner begins, there is a new student transferring from Durmstrang."
"Let us welcome her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium was opened by Professor Ada, and everyone looked at the girl behind her.
The noise gradually became noisy, and a soft buzz of discussion echoed in various colleges, bringing with it a chaotic and mixed smell that rushed into Blair's nostrils like a ball of vomit.
"Is this the new transfer student? She looks so charming!"
"Merlin, her eyes seem to be golden. Do you know any pure-blood family with eyes of this color?"
"I don't know—but I heard that she doesn't seem to be a wizard from an ordinary family."
Curious glances were cast at him, but Blair, following behind Ada, looked indifferent. According to tradition, the first step for new students at Hogwarts was sorting.
"Blair Leviathan."
The mysterious surname caused a stir among the pure-bloods, and half-bloods or Muggle wizards who knew little about the history of magic asked questions in confusion.
"Leviathan."
Tom whispered the family name he had seen in the library, the last record of which appeared in public view before the seventeenth century.
He and everyone else looked at the girl wearing the Sorting Hat sitting on the chair. Her perfect posture and lazy temperament made her look like she was sitting on a throne.
At this moment, Blair was listening to the Sorting Hat's mumbling in his mind.
"Yes, yes, Leviathan, I haven't heard it for a long time - my brain seems to be a little bit not very clear. By the way, let's not talk about this for now, let me see where you should go -" The Sorting Hat thought jumpily, "Ravenclaw? Your grades are very good, but you don't seem to have much interest in studying. Gryffindor? You seem very courageous, you like to go out at night, and you also killed - oh!"
The Sorting Hat, flipping through its memories, was as quiet as a chicken.
Blair then slowly threatened: "I hope you can keep it a secret. I have learned the Severing Spell quite well."
"Slytherin!!!"
This was the shout that followed, which echoed throughout the auditorium.
Amidst thunderous applause, the girl leisurely stood up and walked towards the long table with silver and green stripes.
Only the Sorting Hat in Ada's hand was left, covering her non-existent little heart.
Blair walked to the Slytherin area and sat down elegantly.
Her eyes swept around, and the oppressive gaze made it hard to breathe, and she subconsciously turned her head away.
The golden eyes finally stopped at the boy in the front left.
Their eyes met, and Riddle smiled slightly, raising his glass in greeting.
Blair's lips curled up and he smiled back.
The interested look made Tom's heart skip a beat. This feeling of being watched like a prey was something he often encountered when he first arrived at Hogwarts. It was just like those stupid Alphas who regarded him as a weak omega.
Tom suppressed the sarcasm that was about to rise on the corners of his mouth and continued to talk calmly with the classmates around him.
Throughout the dinner, Blair felt countless eyes focused on her, but she remained calm and enjoyed her meal happily.
However, she had only one thought in her mind: after all, the black-hearted pearls looked more beautiful.
After dinner, as the Alpha class leader, Tom Riddle needed to take Blair to the Slytherin common room.
The luggage, which was levitating under a spell, followed the two of them in mid-air. They walked into a dark passage where candles on the wall flickered faintly.
The flickering red light reflected on Blair's calm face, and Tom, who was used to breaking the silence, smiled just right.
"Leviathan, if you encounter any problems in the academy, you can come to me."
"As a prefect, it's my duty to help my classmates."
A friendly voice sounded, so soft and low-pitched that it was particularly pleasant to the ear.
Blair looked up at the boy's gentle smile. A smile played on the corner of her mouth, and her slightly narrowed eyes emitted golden light in the dim passage.
"Then I'll trouble you, Prefect Riddle."
Tom just smiled and said nothing. The two of them just walked, so quietly that the only sound was the crisp footsteps of leather shoes on the floor.
When they came to a stop in front of a stone wall, Tom began to recite the lounge's password: "Pureblood."
"This is the Slytherin common room."
As the wall door slowly opened, a spacious and comfortable room was revealed. The green sofa and carpet created a mysterious atmosphere.
Maybe because they arrived early, the lounge was quiet and empty.
Blair stepped into the room, her eyes darting around until they finally stopped at a window.
Outside the window was a dark lake, with schools of mahogany cuttlefish swimming by, causing ripples on the water.
"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Tom said softly, walking up to her.
Blair nodded without saying anything. She felt Tom's presence approaching and turned her head to look at the boy.
They were of almost the same height, but perhaps because of malnutrition in his childhood, Tom looked thinner than his peers. His finely sculpted features looked particularly beautiful in the dim light.
Tom and Blair's eyes met, and his voice trembled a little: "What's wrong?"
It was that familiar hunting gaze again, but the powerful pressure from Blair's Alpha made Riddle feel a rare excitement.
The girl leaned closer, her golden eyes moving.
"Prefect Riddle, has no one ever told you that you are truly a rare beauty?"
Tom smiled good-naturedly, and the air was scented with a light, inoffensive aroma of amber.
"Thank you for the compliment. I think few people would describe an Alpha in that way."
Like woods, amber honey or precious spices, with a hint of vanilla or musk.
There was nothing wrong with his words. In the past, Alphas who heard this would step back with disgust. After all, the wizarding world had never allowed double A relationships. Those horny guys' brains were full of weak and useless omegas.
But Blair won't do as he wishes.
"Oh, they really have no vision."
The girl raised the corners of her narrow eyes and looked at Tom Riddle's astonished face leisurely.
"To be honest, when I first saw you, I thought—"
A smiling whisper came into Riddle's ear, and his eyes, like lacquer, suddenly widened and he couldn't help showing anger, and bit his lips tightly.
The air was suddenly filled with the sweet aroma of fruit, and Blair's throat felt dry.
She said: "…"