Soul shaping

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Margaret put down the box, walked around him with her arms folded, with a playful look on her face: "I haven't done this kind of thing, and I don't know how it works."

"If you dare to do something weird..." Riddle narrowed his eyes deeply, with a dangerous expression on his face.

"Oh, I'm so scared...Okay, I'll try my best. Your background is pretty good, so you should be fine." Margaret blinked.

Downstairs in the dormitory building, two boys in exquisite robes sat facing each other, staring at each other.

"Senior, why are you here?" Draco spoke first.

"Why are you here?" Polyaser rubbed her nose.He specially fixed his hair with setting water today, which made Draco want to laugh when he saw it, and of course the latter himself was not much better.

"I'm waiting for Hermione," Draco replied.

"Coincidentally, I'm also—waiting for Margaret." Polyasser deliberately elongated her voice, "Why is Hermione going to the boys' dormitory?"

"She said that someone asked her for help." Draco didn't say Riddle's name, he looked at the boy with an evil smile carefully, and at this moment he didn't want to believe that he was related to a Horcrux.But he did see the ring, which was being worn on Polyaser's left index finger, with unknown patterns engraved on the black stone.

"Hey, that's what Margaret said..." Polyasser scratched the back of her head.

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☆, amazing

Harry changed into a fine crimson silk robe and straightened his frizzy hair in front of the mirror.He opened the lock and was about to go out, but found that the door was as solid as a rock and could not be pushed at all.

what happened?Harry came in without his wand. He slammed on the door and yelled, "Riddle, help me! The door is broken!"

The air in the bathroom was humid and stuffy, and Harry was sweating after a while.He stopped to rest, only to hear a familiar female voice from outside the door: "Harry, just wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

"Huh?" Harry was a little puzzled.This is Hermione's voice, but why is Hermione here?What else is there to wait... What are they doing?

"How much longer?" he asked.

There was silence outside for a while, and another girl replied with a smile: "About 10 minutes! Hold on, I'll give you a surprise later!"

"...Sister Margaret? Why are you here?" Harry was even more surprised.

"Hey, you'll find out later!" The girl's voice was very cheerful, but Harry had a bad feeling that something was getting out of control.

Outside the bathroom, Margaret held several eyebrow pencils in one hand, and a foundation in the other hand, applying heavy makeup on the face of the person in front of her.

"How do you think he will react when he sees you like this?" Margaret raised the corners of her lips and her eyes were bright.

Riddle closed his eyes and replied coldly: "No matter what the reaction is, his dance partner can only be me."

When Harry almost lost his patience in waiting, a blue light came on outside the door panel, and the blocking spell was finally lifted.He breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to open the door, he felt a little timid about being close to home.Harry took a deep breath and pushed the door open anyway.

Margaret and Hermione were standing at the door to greet him, smiling.Harry admired their outfits, Hermione seemed a little shy, but Margaret accepted it graciously, and whispered to him: "But your partner is more beautiful than me."

"How come—" Before Harry finished, his gaze shifted to the center of the room, and he stood there with his mouth wide open, dumbstruck.

There stood a tall and straight girl.

Her black curly hair like a waterfall hangs down her waist, and she wears a gauze dress that is as cold as the night, and the knee-length skirt is dotted with diamonds, like stars floating in the distant universe.She stepped on a pair of black boots surrounded by soft black feathers and black gems, which made her slender and shapely legs more transparent.

However, compared with her luxurious and profound clothes, it was that face that made Harry feel more thrilled.

Her eyelashes are long and thick, like black fine animal hair, covering the deep eyes below.The corners of the eyes are smudged with dark purple feather-like eye shadows, and the lips are dark purple red, strange and cold.

So familiar, yet completely different.

Standing there, she looked like a decadent split shadow at the end of the century, exuding a deadly and dangerous attraction all over her body.

She stared fixedly at Harry, and stretched out her long and slender hand towards him, the palm was pale, and the lines of her hands crisscrossed with countless paths: "Come here."

Harry stared at her in a daze, and walked towards her step by step as if under a spell.When he approached, the girl pulled him, took his arm and walked out.Hermione and Margaret followed quickly.

"Remember to return my clothes then! I lent you the best clothes!" Margaret said with a smile.

"Understood. I will thank you very much." Riddle looked back at her.The cold and indifferent eyes made Margaret's whole body tremble, and her heart skipped a beat.

My orientation is normal, I only like boys and not girls... Margaret let out a breath after thinking this sentence several times in her heart, and raised the corners of her lips again.She could already imagine how other people would react when this man appeared in the auditorium.

The first to be impacted were the two boys waiting downstairs in the dormitory building.After chatting for a while, they became a little anxious, because the dance was about to start, and their dance partner didn't show up for a long time.Polyather offered to go upstairs, but Draco said Hermione had told him not to go up.

While they were arguing, a series of footsteps came from the stairs.They raised their heads and froze in place for a moment.

"This, this, this..." Polyaser pointed at the girl wrapped in black, unable to speak, which made Margaret give him a hard look.

Draco was more serious, he could barely recognize this as his Master - which left him completely in a double whammy of amazement and shock, unable to move.It wasn't until Hermione pulled his hand hard and walked forward that he had a little reaction.After that he never looked at Riddle again, or rather dared not look.

On the other hand, Polyather glanced at Riddle from time to time, and after the initial shock passed, what remained in his heart was more curiosity.He had never seen this girl before, logically speaking, a girl like her should be very famous.So who is she?

Since it was getting late, the avenue leading to the auditorium was empty and few people were there.The street lamps are covered with white snow, and the yellowish light flickers on the snow like baskets of gold buried in the ground.The cedars on both sides shake the moonlight in the wind, like the sparkling river in the night.

Harry shivered and looked at the girl next to him.Riddle was already taller than him, and the seven-centimeter heel of these boots seemed even more out of reach.Sensing Harry's gaze, she lowered her head, half of her pale and beautiful face was sunk in the shadows, as if wearing half a musical mask.

"Are...are you cold?" Harry asked quietly.

"...It's just that I put on makeup, do you really think that I have become a fragile woman?" She snorted coldly, with a haughty look on her face.

"But you don't wear much." Harry looked at her.Riddle was wearing a sleeveless black gauze dress, and only a small black cape was draped over his shoulders, which seemed too thin no matter how he looked at it.

"I can cast a Warming Charm on you too." Riddle said as he drew out his wand, pointing at Harry.Harry suddenly felt much warmer and no longer shivering.

At Margaret's suggestion, they sneaked in through the back door of the auditorium and sat quietly in their seats.Karkaroff had already stood on the stage to speak, so not many people noticed them, but they still caused a small sensation.

Angelina and Aki kept hinting at Harry with their eyes, and quietly asked him who the girl was; while Cedric and the other boys seemed to have eyes on Riddle, and remained motionless.The boys around who saw her inadvertently stared straight at her as if they were fascinated by Veela's innate skills, their tongues were stiff, and they couldn't even speak.

"Hey, you don't really have Veela blood, do you?" Harry joked, already slowly getting used to the shock Riddle had given him.

Riddle obviously dismissed his teasing, snorted and didn't answer.She sat sideways, still holding his with her long black gloved hand, as if she was outside.

"...The four warriors and their partners are invited to enter the dance floor!" Karkaroff finally finished his tirade, and the students in the audience heaved a sigh of relief and applauded enthusiastically.

The first to enter is Jetis.He was wearing a dark brown robe, and his expression was still extremely solemn, without any slack.His partner was a pretty Beauxbaton girl.Then came Fleur with silver hair, who waved and smiled to everyone as she gracefully walked on the red carpet.Her partner was a Durmstrang boy who evidently felt extremely lucky, with a heavenly blush on his face.

After Cedric and a Durmstrang girl enter the dance floor, Harry slowly rises to his feet.He looked at the night-like girl beside him, who reached out to him, took his arm, and walked on the red carpet with him.

The entire auditorium was buzzing, everyone was talking excitedly about the warriors and their dance partners, but when Harry walked in with Riddle on his arm, the audience suddenly fell silent.

The girl next to Harry was very tall and seemed awkward walking with him, but everyone ignored that and just stared at her dazedly.

When she walks, the undulating gauze skirt and thick black hair are like the sound of distant and cold sand dunes, full of bewitching power.And that indifferent pale face cracked a crack in everyone's heart, like a black hole, constantly tearing at intermittent breathing.

Margaret looked at the stupefied boys with disdain, curled her lips: "Why didn't anyone praise me for my good makeup skills? Hey, I knew it would be this kind of reaction, after all, they just like this kind of decadent goth The wind..."

"It's also because he is suitable for this style." Polyaser commented, a little gloating, "Margaret, I think the best dancer this time may not be you."

"Tch, I don't care about that kind of thing." Margaret rolled her eyes.

It wasn't until Harry and Riddle walked onto the dance floor that the people in the audience came to their senses and started whispering.The voices of the discussion became louder and louder, and gradually reached the level that could not be ignored. Some boys even stood up and shouted, which forced Karkaroff to come forward to maintain order.

☆, dancing

Harry stood blankly on the dance floor and looked at the people discussing below, a little at a loss.The bright stage lights hit his face, making him uncomfortable.

"What kind of dance do you know?" the person beside him suddenly asked.Harry looked at her. Under the stage lights, her cold makeup became clearer, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, black and white distinct.

"I... can only waltz, and not very well." Harry lowered his voice.

"Then you dance with me," she said softly, "watch me... you can only watch me tonight."

A cheerful violin concerto sounded in his ears, Riddle took his hand and put the other on his shoulder.She took a step back, and Harry was led forward involuntarily by her. Riddle turned slightly sideways, and the black hair brushed Harry's neck, making his heart skip a beat.

They didn't jump very fast, their feet crossed each other and moved sideways, and Riddle took him in a graceful spin.His legs rubbed against her boots, the raised crimson robe intertwined with the flying black veil, and the dancing colored lights were crushed and poured into the dark pupils, like a handful of fine sand.

They held one hand, clutched and reunited, and sometimes rotated in place, one left and one right facing opposite directions, and they turned around at the same time tacitly to meet each other's eyes.

The soles of the feet move, the body tilts, the shattered light flashes from the tail of the hair, the faint fragrance brushes the cheeks, the unexpected warmth from the touch, and the indescribable heartbeat and satisfaction burn slowly.

He seemed to be standing in the middle of a wind-blown field, and the whole world was shaking and collapsing.And he was willing to fall with her.

Harry wasn't interested in dancing at first, but now he felt that time was passing so fast that a dance song was about to end, and he just wanted to keep dancing like this until the end of the world.

Riddle suddenly pushed him and let go of his shoulder.

"Hold tight." She said something, gently raised Harry's other hand, turned on her toes, and began to spin on the spot.

Layers of black veils studded with broken diamonds fluttered one after another, like the vortex of galaxies rotating in the universe.The hem of her black silk skirt bloomed layer upon layer like a dahlia, and her high head and extremely curved neck formed a sharp curve, stern and resolute.Like the death of a swan.

All eyes were on her alone, her throat was suddenly constricted, making it difficult to breathe.

The violin stopped abruptly at this moment.

She slowly withdrew her hand and stood up straight again.Her eyes were still so indifferent and reserved, as if she wasn't the one who did all that just now.

Before Harry could react, Riddle had already pulled him off the dance floor.At this time, discussions started to sound one after another in the audience, some people began to applaud, and the applause gradually came from all directions, getting louder and louder.Harry only felt that everyone was looking in this direction, and he silently lowered his head, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Another soothing tune played, and other students also slid onto the dance floor.Everyone's attention seemed to be gradually diverted, but many people still glanced at Riddle sitting on the chair from time to time, their eyes full of envy.

"The clothes are really uncomfortable." Riddle said suddenly.He seemed to want to tear off the long gloves, but held back.

"How does it feel to wear a dress for the first time?" Harry teased, curling the corners of his lips.

"Do you want to try?" Riddle shot him a sideways glance.

"No need, you can wear it alone." Harry said hastily, he was afraid that if Riddle really wanted to make him wear women's clothes... then he might even think of hanging himself.

"Do you think I'm doing the women's step in a skirt for free?" She turned her head, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled wickedly, "Don't worry, I'll get it back bit by bit at night."

"Hey, don't go too far... I still have to compete!" Harry instantly understood what she meant, his face flushed.

"You have to believe in my healing magic." Riddle patted his arm, "I guess they will hear you doing it in the dormitory, we can go to the underground casino and open a room to take our time."

"Stop talking..." Harry crumpled and hugged his head, this man had already started to think about his nightlife.

"Hey, where are you guys?" A thin voice jumped in.Harry looked up, and Prometheus was looking at them both with a smile on his face, his eyes full of mischief.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I almost didn't recognize it. I really didn't expect you to do this..." He folded his hands and shook his head, looking at Riddle with a heartbroken expression, "Your possessiveness is terrible. .”

"Have you found a partner?" Harry asked casually.

"Of course, someone still likes me!" Prometheus said triumphantly, "What do you mean by that expression? Do you think I really can't find a dance partner?"

"If you book a room in an underground casino for a long time, is there any discount?" Riddle asked suddenly.

"Huh? Of course, what room do you want to book?" Prometheus asked him subconsciously.

"As long as there is a bed." Riddle said calmly.

"What kind of answer is this? There are beds in every room... Oh!" Prometheus suddenly realized, and then looked at Harry with pity, "If you book the cheapest room for more than three days, one gold per day Garen. I'll give you a discount, 23 silver Sickles."

"Okay, then we will settle the bill at the end of the semester."

Prometheus took out a notebook and a pen from nowhere, he bit off the cover of the pen, quickly wrote a line of words on a blank page, and then handed the notebook and pen to Riddle: "Sign it .”

Riddle put the notebook and pen in Harry's hands: "You sign it, after all, you pay for it."

Harry stared at him hard, he was going to explode, was he going to use his money to open a house and fuck him? !On the other hand, Riddle had a natural expression, and even felt a little displeased with his hesitation in not signing.

"...don't you feel bad conscience?" Harry demanded.

"This question doesn't make any sense. Do you think I will have a conscience?" Riddle sneered, his gesture was like an evil witch who lures ignorant people to sell their souls.

"Hurry up and discuss, my dance partner is still waiting for me!" Prometheus glanced back, and Alifa, who was sitting at the dining table not far away, was lowering his head and playing with his fingers.She looked up at Prometheus and smiled shyly at him.

"Do you want to sign?" Riddle's tone was very gentle, she held his hand, and slowly stroked along his arm.

"I... I signed." Harry said through gritted teeth.He scribbled down his name on the paper and threw it to Prometheus in a fit of anger.The little boy caught it easily, and put the pen and notebook back into the storage bracelet.

"Pleasant transaction, I'm leaving." He smiled slyly, turned and ran away.

Harry slumped back in his chair, feeling like he'd sold himself, and with his own money.

"You don't have to be so sad." Riddle comforted him, "If you feel sorry for the money, we can go and rob Malfoy Manor..."

"...I don't want to hear you right now." Harry turned his back on him angrily, looking towards the dance floor.Gorgeously dressed men and women danced to the singing. He saw Polyaser twirling around with Margaret in his arms, Professor Dumbledore and Madame Maxime dancing slowly while holding each other's hands, Draco and Hermione affectionately looking at each other...

Everyone is immersed in singing and dancing, alcohol and hormones that are about to move, and the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time have become sensitive and difficult to control, fermenting in the air of cold fragrance.

"Um... May I ask you to dance?" A Durmstrang boy mustered up the courage to walk up to Riddle, trying to be calm.

Riddle didn't look at him, but shook his head: "Sorry."

"Yes, sorry!"

However, after he set this precedent, more and more boys came to invite Riddle, and her refusal did not hurt the latecomers, but made them feel that the fewer rivals in love made their hopes greater.

"I'm sorry, I won't agree to dance with any of you, please don't ask again." Riddle finally couldn't even maintain the perfunctory politeness, she took Harry's shoulders, and pressed his lips hard Pressed up, ignored the boy's surprised expression, and continued to say to him indifferently, "See? He is my man, and I can only dance with him."

"But, but why did you choose him? Is it because he is the savior and the warrior?" After the boy recovered from his astonishment, he asked unconvinced, "Don't you think you are so beautiful, he is...not at all Is it not good enough for you!"

As soon as the words fell, Harry felt the hand holding him tighten instantly.He knew that Riddle was angry, and people who made her angry always ended badly.Harry quickly shook her hand back, signaling her not to be impulsive.

"I don't think so." She said slowly, narrowing her eyes, her eyes were cold, "What are you, dare to say such a thing?"

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读者“第五霜泱”,灌溉营养液+802017-04-2021:27:36

读者“寒凉”,灌溉营养液+12017-03-3108:52:43

读者“谙祭”,灌溉营养液+52017-03-2623:54:51

☆, tonight

"I..." The boy was taken aback by her sudden outburst of coldness, took a step back and felt a little humiliated, so he became indiscriminate, "You think you really set up a memorial archway for yourself by pretending to be noble? Anyway When the time comes, you haven't given it to others..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl in front of him stood up directly.She was immersed in a shadow, and when she raised her head, her eyes were so cold that there was no warmth, as if she was looking at a dead person.

"Riddle!" Harry stood up too, but she held out a hand back to signal him to stay away.

There were quite a few people who were paying attention here, but after realizing that there was a dispute, their eyes became more intense.

"I haven't used that spell for a long time. But I didn't intend to kill people here." She took a step forward, grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled him over, whispering in his ear, "But you remember It's clear, it's me who fucked him, not him who fucked me. You're lucky to have saved your life... Get lost!"

Riddle slapped him on the chest and pushed him away.The boy took several steps back and fell to the ground.He was panting heavily, his face was pale and frightened.

"What did you say to him?" Harry asked with a frown as he watched the boy fleeing quickly.

"It's just showing the initiative." Riddle turned his head, "Let's go back, I don't want to stay here anymore."

Harry nodded, completely disturbed as well.He glanced at the still bustling dance floor and the gorgeous flickering lights, and felt disgusted and sad, and his heart was depressed.Harry knew he wasn't completely indifferent to what the boy said.

A series of steady and rhythmic footsteps approached the two of them, Harry and Riddle turned their heads, and it was the handsome Professor Black in a purple robe who was walking.Professor Black apologized and bowed slightly to them: "I apologize to you for the rude words of the student just now, and hope this will not become a gap between the two schools. We will punish that student well and let him know that he is mistake."

Harry nodded, barely saying "it's okay".He couldn't be magnanimous enough to convince himself to forgive him completely.That boy was really too much.

But Professor Black's complexion was a bit ugly for some reason, and he stared at Harry with a sullen look, as if Harry's answer did not satisfy him.

He took a step closer and lowered his voice: "You care a lot, don't you?"

"what?"

"You still care about what that boy said, right? You are afraid that he will slip away from you, and that he will think so too..." The voice penetrated into his brain like a poisonous snake, and Harry opened his mouth, but Can't say anything.

A hand reached out and pulled him into his arms, warm and secure.Riddle raised his eyes, the dark pupils were like a crack from hell, his patience had reached its limit.

"Don't say these strange words, think I don't know who you are?"

Professor Black looked at him expressionlessly, and finally smiled lightly, calmly: "You are too restless."

Professor Black turned around and left. He took a glass of wine from the table and walked casually to chat with a few girls.Riddle remained where she was, her fists clenched so tightly that Harry could feel her trembling all over.

"Riddle..." he called softly, "are you all right?"

"...It's okay. Let's go." She took a deep breath, let go of him, took his hand and walked out.

The dance continued into the night.Everyone was extremely tired, but they were still reluctant to leave. They sat at the dining table and chatted one after another.Only a few still dance to the lonely cello.

Hermione and Draco sat down at a remote table.Hermione swore she'd never dance in high heels again, which was a pain in the ass.Now half of her feet are sore and sore. If it wasn't for the image, she would really like to take off her shoes and massage her feet.

She's been dancing with Draco all night.She had never thought of such a thing before.After all, before the second grade, Draco had always given her the impression of a nasty little boy who always got along with Harry and put on airs. It can be said that she didn't like him at all.

But since the Chamber of Secrets incident, after he became a traitor of Slytherin, he seemed to have changed, and he quietly restrained his former arrogance and childishness.He was quietly leaving the group of people, but maybe he didn't know where he was going at that time.

She once said that he was pretending to be mature, and that he couldn't control his current position well, which was indeed true at that time.But now, Draco was clearly doing fine.

Hermione looked at the laughing crowd at the dining tables, they talked, laughed, and blushed.

All the people had their best time, drunk and dreaming, just tonight.

But when the night passes, the dawn breaks, and the sky becomes white again, will anyone still remember what they said in their dreams, the hope they gave, and the tomorrow they promised.

Turning a page, time still moves forward.Forget what should be forgotten, tomorrow is no different from today.

She thought, let me indulge in this ageless dream for a while, at least this dream is sweet and ridiculous, accompanied by bright lights, noisy crowds, alcohol, perfume, snowy nights, nonsense, and you.

Hermione reached for the butterbeer on the table, but just as her palm touched the bottle, a warm hand covered it.She looked at the boy beside her. He was pale, but not tired, and still maintained his demeanor.Draco slowly withdrew his hand and shook his head: "It's not good for girls to drink alcohol."

"I just feel a little thirsty."

"I'll get you a cup of hot water." He stood up and walked towards a dining table with several pots of hot water on it.Hermione looked at his back, he was still as thin as before, but he didn't look thin, instead he had a sense of determination.

He has already chosen his own path, and he will go straight forward until he dies.

And what about myself?From now on, where will they go?

She had never thought about it so deeply.

A cup of hot water was handed to her, Hermione took it and looked up, Draco came and sat next to her.She seemed to see the tenderness in his brows and eyes for a moment.

"Master and Harry have gone back," he said. "They seem to have been harassed and unhappy."

"Ah..." Thinking of Riddle's makeup, Hermione understood, "Then do you want to go back? It's not too early now."

"I want to stay a little longer," he said softly.

Hermione didn't answer.She knew that deep down she thought so too.

Let this dream last forever, even if it will return to its original place, but tonight is eternity.

Harry thought he might die in this small room.

As Prometheus said, it was indeed their smallest room, and also the cheapest.The room is so narrow that only a single bed and two bedside tables can be accommodated. The toilet is so simple that there is no room for a shower. The shower head is hung on the wall above the toilet. The brass mirror is cloudy and blurred. s face.

They started working almost as soon as they got back, huddled together on the narrow bed.Riddle didn't even take off his makeup, didn't change his clothes, he was condescending, like a witch making a deal with the devil.He straddled him, and Harry had never felt so frightened and oppressed, as if he had touched the darkest point, and all despair was like a wild horse running wild.He vented his despair on him, leading him into the abyss.

Harry didn't know what made him like this, the only clue was Professor Black's words.What did he say then?He seems to be saying...

But Harry couldn't think any more, because his movements became more and more violent, without any tenderness, and almost tore him apart.

He kissed and touched him urgently, as if to brand him all over him, to swear his possession.This kind of madness made Harry almost frightened. He tried to slow down and take a breath, but when he showed a little resistance, he would be returned by the other party a thousand times angrily.

"Wait a minute... Riddle! Are you..." Before he finished speaking, he was turned over, and the other party bullied him from behind, with pale fingers stuck to his jaw and forcefully kissed him on the face.He is still dressed in gorgeous clothes, although a little messy, but still magnificent.

"You..." Harry felt something, and before he could stop it, Riddle's body trembled and he hugged him even tighter.

The senses in the darkness became extremely sensitive, hot breath, suppressed panting, and the cold touch wrapped around him, gradually tightening, as if to lock him into the body.

"Don't stay inside..."

"I'll help you get it out." He still hugged him tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go.

"...your clothes are a bit sticky." Actually, Harry had wanted to say that a long time ago, but he never had the chance.Riddle frowned, he also felt that the clothes were indeed a little tight, uncomfortable and inconvenient to wear.He tried to untie the tight gauze dress, but the zipper on the back was difficult to open at his angle.

☆, evil spirit

Riddle was about to use magic to untie it when he suddenly thought of something interesting. He patted Harry on the shoulder and made him turn around: "I can't reach the zipper, please help me."

"Huh? Don't you know magic?"

"...Stop talking nonsense, do whatever I tell you to do." A certain Dark Lord turned cold.

Harry said "Oh," and Riddle turned his back on him and removed the wig.Harry fumbled in the dark to find the zipper of his dress, and carefully pulled it down.The black shell split to the sides, revealing the body wrapped inside.His back is pale and slender, and his spine is clearly prominent, like a piece of white jade containing fossils.Riddle turned his face slightly. He had already used magic to remove the heavy makeup on his face. At this time, his distinct profile was softly outlined by the silver-white moonlight, just like the beautiful boy Narcissus in Greek mythology who fascinated the gods.

He pulled his arm to undo the shoulder straps, Riddle got up slightly and took off the skirt and threw it on the ground.He untied the necklace, took off the stockings, pulled Harry into his arms again, and kissed the back of his neck.

"R, Riddle..." Harry was made breathless by him, he felt his hand stretched out to the inside of his thigh, he hurriedly tried to stop it, and was quickly bitten on the neck in a punishing manner.

Harry felt like he was sinking again... no, he still had questions to ask, he couldn't just get lost like this.

"Stop, I have something to ask you... woo!"

Riddle murmured "Let's do it while you're talking" as he entered, and Harry rolled his eyes and elbowed him back.

"I said—what did Professor Black say at the ball...it hurts!" The person behind him suddenly bumped hard and bit his earlobe.What followed was a rampage with almost no pause, and Harry was so tossed that he could hardly stand upright.He protested and begged for mercy, all the extra thoughts were squeezed out of his brain, he could only miss his existence, remember his temperature, and reminisce about his touch.

"Are you... are... um! Why don't you answer..." Harry felt that Riddle was deliberately avoiding the topic, but his attitude annoyed Harry.Taking advantage of Riddle's withdrawal, he pushed his elbows back hard, barely turned sideways, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Can you answer my question first?"

"So you're still so strong."

"That's not the point!" Harry glared at him, "I know there must be something wrong with that Professor Black. Tell me, is he the main soul?"

Riddle's expression became serious, he looked away with his chin in his hand, thought for a while, and replied, "I don't think so."

"No? I thought..." Harry frowned. Judging from Professor Black's inscrutable words and Riddle's sense of crisis, he thought he must be the main soul.if only one