[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

"But what I found was the body of Legris. The test spell showed that she had been dead for several days"

Everyone was stunned.

Had Legris died, the curse would have expired—but it didn't.

Riddle looked at Grindelwald blankly at first, then reacted after a few seconds, took two steps back, looked flustered and at a loss, shook his head and muttered, "Impossible—impossible!"

Except for Riddle, the other people present did not know that the real solution to the curse was the death of Legris, and Grindelwald didn't say it directly. He walked to Dumbledore and sat down, his straight back bent wearily, He explained, "If the caster of the curse dies, the curse will also be invalidated. This means that we were wrong from the beginning... Legris is not the caster of the spell."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, his hands trembling slightly, "Then who is the caster?"

Brutus on the side staggered and supported the table, took a few deep breaths, wanted to show less gaffe, but couldn't hold back after all, uncontrollably hit a magic crit on the wall, almost hoarsely shouted , "Abu-Abu has no time to wait!"

"How long has he been unconscious this time?" Grindelwald asked.

"one day one Night."

Grindelwald's expression was serious, and he tapped his wand on his palm, "It's indeed not short, but there is still a chance. Let's continue to investigate and wait for him to wake up and ask if he has any clues..."

What he didn't say was that the chances were slim.

Unless Abu knows who the real caster is—but since the other party can lead all the evidence to Legris and convince Abu that Legris is the caster, it must not be easy to find him.

Anger and sadness are useless now, Brutus barely calmed down, turned and stepped towards the fireplace, "I'll look for clues first, what about Legris, the trouble is that Principal Dumbledore and the people from the Ministry of Magic said .”

"it is good."

Anita and Warren also went out, using the double-sided mirror to contact people in this family. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Riddle lowered his head on the spot and thought for a while, then stepped into the fireplace with a pale face, "I'll wait for Abu to wake up and ask him if he has any other candidates."

Malfoy Manor.

Riddle sat on the chair next to Abu's bed, quietly waiting for him to wake up.

Mrs. Malfoy had been by Abu's side when he was in a coma, and hadn't rested for a long time. Seeing that she was struggling and haggard, Riddle didn't dare to tell her the truth, and persuaded her to sleep for a while.

While thinking about the existing clues, he waited for Abu to wake up.

It wasn't until dawn that Abu woke up.

"Well……"

Seeing him wake up, Riddle called out to Demo, and the house elf appeared in front of him with a bang, "Abu is awake, go and bring the food."

Dimo bowed and disappeared in front of him, and reappeared with food in a few seconds.

The soup is always hot in the kitchen so that Abu can drink it when he wakes up.

Abu also gradually came to his senses. He rubbed his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, "Riddle... I don't have much appetite."

Riddle helped him to sit up. The body under the silk pajamas had lost too much weight in the past half a month, and he could clearly feel the raised spine. A little bit, or the body won't be able to bear it... I specially made it light."

"Well, okay." No longer embarrassed to refuse the kindness, Abu sat obediently, watching Riddle use a spoon to fill a spoonful of soup and feed it to his mouth. The smell of the food aroused his appetite slightly, and he opened his mouth drank it down.

The slightly light soup is just warm enough to moisten the dry throat after swallowing it.

Seeing that he had no disgusted expression, Riddle continued to feed him spoonful after spoonful, and it took a while to finish the soup.

"Tell me, what happened?" Although Riddle tried his best to maintain a normal expression, Abu still saw the clue. He swallowed the last sip of soup and looked into the dark eyes of the other party.

Riddle pursed his lips and put down the bowl, "Abu, besides Legris, who else do you think might be the caster?"

Abu was taken aback when he heard the words, but quickly realized, "Legris...what's wrong with her?"

"She died a long time ago."

"Legris is dead?" Abu opened his eyes wide. The news caught him by surprise, and an inexplicable feeling came to his mind - Legris was not the caster of the spell, and he might even be the victim.

"Blood-redlips out of the water...slowly spit bubbles...but Ican'tswim...Ilost the clementine..." Legris' treacherous singing seemed to echo in his ears, and Abu stared blankly at Riddle in a daze until the two-black boy embraced him arms.

"I misunderstood her..." Abu was extremely depressed, leaning into Riddle's arms, and said in a low voice.

"She may not be innocent," Riddle stroked his long hair. "At least your blood is very likely to be cheated by her that time. It's just that she may not be the mastermind, or have an accomplice."

Indeed, what Legris did was too strange to be completely innocent.

"The most urgent thing now is to find the real caster, Abu, do you have anyone to suspect?"

Because of the curse and the long coma time, Abu's brain seemed to be rusted, and it was extremely difficult to think.

Riddle didn't urge him either, and quietly waited for him to recall.

After several minutes, Abu shook his head in disappointment, and said softly, "No."

All the evidence points to Legris. The real caster of the curse is too cunning to delay the time until now—even if he knows who it is, he may not be able to find him before the curse takes effect.

Abu felt some fear belatedly, and trembled subconsciously. He thought sadly, is this life going to end so early again?

He hasn't had a good life yet.

Withdrew from the boy's arms, Abu looked at Riddle's solemn and sad expression, and reached out to touch his side face.

This was the first time he had seen such an expression on the Dark Lord's face.

—the grief shown for him.

For some reason, Abu felt a little relieved. Even if the curse cannot be lifted, he has experienced many different things in this life, such as... this youthful and sincere feeling.

This is what the step-by-step marriage in the previous life could not obtain.

He stared into those beautiful deep black eyes, and asked softly, "Give me a kiss, will you?"

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, Abu won't die

he is worthy