[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

Oliver Hornby that damned fellow--!

Myrtle thought bitterly, covered her face and rushed to the toilet.

She cried aggrievedly and embarrassingly, her tears couldn't stop shedding, and she couldn't hold back her crying even though she covered her mouth.

Those beautiful girls who are arrogant and arrogant always like to laugh at her looks and dress, as well as her Muggle family background.

Laughing at her for being ugly seems to give them a vain sense of superiority.

It's just too much.

Myrtle hiccupped from crying, but she could faintly hear someone talking outside as she sobbed.

The voice was strange, but unmistakably that of a boy.

She took off her tear-filled glasses, wiped her wet eyes, pushed open the door of the cubicle and went out, choked up and shouted, "This, this is the girls' toilet, what are you doing?!"

After taking off the glasses, the highly myopic world was very blurry. She only saw a pair of huge, yellow, lantern-like eyes, and then lost consciousness.

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Riddle frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him.

A Ravenclaw Mudblood, innocent, unremarkable, with nothing to do with him.

It didn't meet the criteria that he wanted to sacrifice to make a Horcrux, and he died at an inappropriate time-too easy to cause panic and suspicion.

It was only to blame that she bumped into his conversation with the basilisk, and before he could stop it, the stupid Mudblood met the basilisk's eyes without any hindrance.

Looking at the stiff, dirty corpse in front of him with distaste for a moment, Riddle turned and locked the toilet door.

Strangely, this was almost the first time he killed a person. Although he didn't do it directly, it felt too ordinary, no different from killing a rabbit.

For the sake of being the first one, and seeing death in the eyes of the basilisk meets the requirements for making Horcruxes, Riddle decided to "make do" and use this girl to make Horcruxes.

At this time, the basilisk had already crawled away along the water pipe, and the abandoned women's toilet was empty and cold, with a dense chill.

But Riddle didn't feel cold—he even had two blushes on his pale face because of his excitement.

He was about to fly away from death and become "Lord Voldemort".

The cumbersome and evil black magic was successfully cast, and strange magic lines appeared on the corpse in front of him, and then disappeared quickly.

A dark red light flashed—he succeeded.

Riddle tilted his head slightly, the pain of cutting his soul caused blue veins to appear on his forehead, and his underwear was soaked with cold sweat, but for the sake of eternal life, this kind of pain is not worth mentioning.

After a while, he panted slightly and opened his eyes, a red light flashed in his dark eyes.

The diary in front of him couldn't be more ordinary. Who would have imagined that it contained the soul of the greatest dark wizard in the future?

The feeling of losing a piece of soul is very subtle, it doesn't hurt like a wound, it just feels like a loss.

After casting protective spells on the diary one after another, Riddle cleaned up the scene, checked that no trace was left, opened the door and left.

It was late at night, and there was no one in the corridors of Hogwarts, and the torches on the wall that were forever burning due to magic gave off a warm light.

The warm fire light shone on his young and handsome face, making him look even paler and colder.

A gust of cold wind from nowhere blows his jet-black forehead hair, reminding him of the girl's cold corpse.

His hand holding the diary trembled belatedly.

It was so cold, as cold as it was at that time, after killing the rabbit, it was so cold in the small dark room of the orphanage.

He stopped his hurried steps briefly, then turned and walked in the other direction.

"Why are you here?" Abu put on his nightgown and leaned against the door, looking at the cold Riddle in front of him.

Riddle didn't speak, but hugged him tightly.

Abu froze on the spot, the skin on the boy's neck was terribly cold, making his last drowsiness disappear.

Sensing that the other party's mood was not right, Abu patted him on the back reassuringly.

After a while, he asked cautiously, "What happened?"

"It's okay, it's just a little cold." Riddle let go of Abu, stood up straight and straightened his clothes, his dark eyes were dark and he couldn't see any emotion, "Excuse me, good night, Abu."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, leaving Abu with a puzzled expression on his face.

It was difficult for Abu who was woken up to fall asleep again. He stared at the dark green curtains on the top of the bed, cursed Riddle in a low voice, and then got up and took out a bottle of dreamless potion from the bedside to drink. down.

The powerful potion was very effective, and Abu slept soundly until the next morning without any dreams.

As he was enjoying a freshly baked croissant in the lobby, he heard panicked discussions around him.

A Mudblood died.

Abu suddenly realized.

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It was clearly daytime, but this corner seemed extraordinarily groggy.

The corpse on the stretcher was covered with a white cloth and carried away. The professors looked sad and serious and talked with the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Directors.

Riddle stood holding on to the handle of the stairs, his face uncertain.

Unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic wanted to close Hogwarts after the death of a lowly Mudblood.

It seems... I have to stop first.

Riddle unconsciously clenched the armrest, remembering the huge raised spider he saw earlier.

I gradually began to care about it.

"Tom?" After seeing off the Ministry of Magic, Armando Dippet noticed the black-haired boy standing below, "Why are you here alone? Go back to the common room, it's too unsafe."

"The Ministry of Magic is closing the school?"

"I'm afraid so, my child," sighed Dippet, "we have no idea what to do about it - you see that, poor girl - we cannot allow such a tragedy to happen again. occur……"

Riddle pursed his lips, "Sir—if that person is caught...if everything stops..."

"What do you mean?" Dippet said, his voice was harsh and eager, and he leaned slightly in Riddle's direction, "Riddle, do you mean that you know something about these attacks?"

"No, sir." Riddle opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally denied it.

Dippet looked into Riddle's eyes in disappointment, and sighed again, "Go back, Tom... If you really know something, you might as well tell the professors."

Riddle watched him walk out of sight, raised the corners of his sharp lips sarcastically, then quickly walked down the stone steps leading to the underground classroom.

Casting an invisibility spell on himself, Riddle waited, leaning against the corridor wall.

Soon his target appeared.

It was an exceptionally tall boy with thick and messy hair - Hagrid Ruburt.

Riddle followed him silently until he watched him enter a hidden cubicle.

"Come... come out, come up here... come here... into the box..." Hagrid called out in a low voice.

It's time, Riddle smiled coldly, raised his wand and pushed open the door, "It's time to end, Ruburt."

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_ I feel that little v is only in his teens after all, so he is a little scared to kill someone for the first time

just got used to it quickly