[Comprehensive British and American] Righteousness without haze

The memories extracted using magic just float in the air like a theater screen, playing at a speed that varies from time to time. The tone of the entire picture is a bit cold and dark green, and there are occasional moments that are full of color. It was bright and warm, but Riddle regretted to find that he was basically not himself at that time, and it passed by very quickly.

"You've never seen my wand, don't you think it's strange?" the black-haired profiler said suddenly, his eyes still looking at the memory image in the air, Riddle turned to look at him.

He was indeed puzzled, but they usually meet when they are about to rest, and things like wands are very important to wizards, and they are still in the Muggle world, so they can't see each other's wands. It's not an incomprehensible thing, but what Noel said at this time obviously probably had something to do with him, so he turned back and saw the more mature face that was very similar to himself.

He saw the frosty face of the "self" in Noel's memory. Anyone could see how angry this person was. The scarlet pupils of a different color from his own reflected the indistinct image of a black-haired and green-eyed boy. Figure, this should be the first time he saw Noel wearing a wizard robe, but it was not clear, the whole person was covered with a bucket of blood from face to toe in eyes of that color, and his wand was lying on the ground. On the ground not far from him, Noel didn't go to get it.

"Where are you going?" Voldemort's face was getting bigger and bigger in the picture, and at the same time, there was the sound of footsteps echoing in an empty room. From this angle of view, his face seemed a bit distorted, even blurred for a moment. What he said seemed to be doubtful, but his tone was obviously not that simple. Soon, the adult "self" continued, still with an unflattering displeasure, "Muggle world?"

Noel still didn't move at this time, Voldemort's face left the screen for a while, and then, as Riddle guessed, he picked up Noel's wand when he reappeared, Riddle saw the upper part of the screen They were all covered by black, as if the eyelids were half-drowsed, and the angle of view moved down a bit. Noel's hand appeared on the screen, still with fine white texture and slender fingers. The black cloth covered the knees and legs , his hand was hanging on it, the color contrast was sharp, and the crimson blood stains were mottled on the knuckles, his hand just remained motionless, hanging powerlessly.

And the hands holding the wand under the black that occupied half of it were clean and strong, with well-defined joints, and with a light force, the fragile wooden stick was broken so easily.

The screen flickered slightly for a moment.

"In that case, you don't need a wand, do you?" said the deep voice, and the broken wand was thrown to the ground. Voldemort crouched down, and his face appeared on the screen again. , stretched out their empty hands in their current direction, as if they were forcibly turning Noel's head up, and turned to face him squarely.

The black-haired and red-eyed Demon King frowned, but the corners of his mouth curled up, his expression seemed very complicated, "You were not so silent yesterday."

"Lord..." The owner of the memory finally spoke at this time, with an obvious weakness in his voice, but there was no lack of irony in it, "In your memory, did I take the initiative to climb into your bed? ?”

The implication is that, given the current situation where his face has been torn apart, there is no need for him to continue to pretend.

These words obviously awakened some memory of the other party, and the corners of his mouth drooped, "You mean..." He paused, as if he was digesting some unexpected truth, and then continued: "you hate me?"

Noel seemed to sneer slightly, but probably because his physical condition was too bad, the laughter didn't make much noise, "Why do you think so?"

From Noel's point of view, they just get what they need, and it's hard to say how much they hate or like it, and it's not clear from Voldemort's behavior and handling style. Because of this, he was amused that the other party actually asked such a question.

"I don't hate you, Voldy. Not before this." The voice in reality and in memory sounded together, it seemed to be speaking to Voldemort, and it seemed to be speaking to Riddle.

Obviously, this is not the first time that this title has been said. In the past, when the two of them were barely getting along in harmony, in fact, it was Voldemort who asked for it. But at this time, the more mature-looking black man in the picture The demon king didn't know what he thought of, or what kind of understanding he had, his face seemed to soften a little.

Aside from the question of address, the meaning of these words is also very simple. Noel doesn't hate each other until he is tortured and his wand is damaged.

This is quite understandable. At that time, their relationship could be compared with nurturing and being nurtured. Although it was not voluntary, as a benefactor, Voldemort was considered to be a better type, at least not someone who looked like a child. The kind that can wilt, can barely be regarded as responsive at ordinary times. If he is not caught, then Noel actually thinks that he can leave a better impression on both sides.

But that's just what if, according to Voldemort's personality, if he could get together and leave easily, Noel wouldn't bother making plans so much.

The adult Dark Lord in the picture stood up, raised his chin slightly, and responded to Noel's statement just now, "If you hadn't had that stupid idea of ​​running away, what happened now wouldn't have happened."

Riddle didn't hear Noel's answer to this, but he thought it must not be agreeing, because Voldemort's face that had eased just now turned sour again, and he waved the fire and burned the broken wand on the ground, "I think You don't need it anymore." Then he turned and left the empty room, closing the door behind him.

What followed were all kinds of dim scenes, because the room was very dark, from the occasional sight of blood, hands, feet, and potion bottles, Riddle could tell that his adult "self" was almost doing everything. Something happened, and even a painful gasp could be heard.

"Pull out your bones, poison your throat, break your legs, burn your skin..." The young wizard outside the screen said calmly, his whole body is intact, it doesn't look like he has experienced these things , but everyone present knew that it all happened. His tone was very slow, as if he was forcing every word into his ears. Following the scene shown in the picture, Narrate calmly and firmly.

The young man with lake-green eyes turned his head to look at the translucent soul body, and asked, "Tell me, Riddle, if I lock you up in a dark place and impose all these things on you, won't you Do you want to kill me?"

"Or should I thank you for being kind and considerate to feed me a bottle of healing potion after each end?" Noel tilted his head and looked at the silent translucent figure. At this time, his lips The color seemed to be very bright red after bathing, and when the corners of the lips were drawn up like this, there was some bloody breath.

As the first horcrux to be split, Riddle is probably the one who maintains his sanity the best, so he knows how the adult "self" who is not very mentally stable has done too much, Noel would think It is completely understandable to kill yourself, but as a bystander who has just watched the whole process, you can know how painful it is to go through these processes just by watching.

But he still pursed his lips after this oppressive question, and retorted: "I wouldn't do that to you, Noel. I'm not him."

Hearing this, the black-haired and green-eyed boy raised his eyebrows with interest, "Of course I know that. Although it's not written in the book, there are still some things that can be seen."

"You probably wouldn't use such a cruel punishment, but that doesn't mean you won't use another way to 'punish', right?" Noel continued to ask after taking back the extracted memory, seemingly in no rush for revenge .The fact is indeed true, as far as revenge is concerned, he has already completed it in the wizarding world, and now he is only dealing with the aftermath.

Regarding this question, Riddle couldn’t refute it like before. Indeed, he has the most reason, but the essence is still the same person. Noel’s behavior is simply equivalent to betrayal in his concept, and he can’t accept such a situation. Things, the same can't help but lock the other party up and break the wand, but the other methods are a little more gentle.

But he was still puzzled, "Since you don't hate me, why did you leave?"

Hearing this, Noel couldn't help laughing again, no matter what age Voldemort is, the logic is exactly the same, "I thought you would understand by now, but now it seems that you will never won't understand."

His expression became extremely gentle, "Don't worry, I won't give back everything you put on me one by one, I don't have that much time, and you haven't had time to implement those things, and I don't want to become People like you, so it's just... goodbye, sir."

As he said this, he unquestionably lit the paper diary, closed his ears to listen, and did not listen to the other party's next words or the wailing from pain.

The diary gradually burned to ashes, and the transparent figure in midair distorted and then disappeared. Noel lowered his head to sort out the wreckage, and then heard a knock on the door.

"Red?" The doctor at the door was a bit abnormal compared to the past, his complexion was very heavy, and his eyes were slightly red. If he saw Noel dressed like this on weekdays, he might be a little awkward for a while, but he obviously didn't pay attention to this today. a little.

His gaze fell on the hand of the black-haired boy opposite him, and he retracted to another place, "I came because, you know, there are two criminals behind the scenes in this case..."

This kind of reaction caught Noel's eyes and undoubtedly got some other information. He interrupted the doctor and asked, "How much have you heard?"

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his forehead again with a headache, his brows were tightly frowned, "I'm...I'm sorry, Rhett."

Noel was rarely able to say anything in front of the doctor. For various reasons, he didn't want these things to be known by BAU.

This time, the little doctor didn't look away. He looked straight into the eyes of the person in front of him and said, "You don't need to say sorry, Noel."

But after saying this, he lowered his eyes again, "I just... I should..."

"You don't need to say sorry, doctor." Noel guessed what Rhett wanted to say when he saw the other party's mouth shape. The two looked at each other, and then smiled at the current situation of mutual apology. Noel opened the door and turned sideways to make way, "Come in, I think you should not just say sorry."

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, sorry, last week’s training and comic show went out and I went back to my sleeping place very late. I planned to update yesterday, but I fell asleep. The little angels who haven’t left are true love, aren’t they? Well, let's preview the next chapter, Moriarty is coming out Zhou Zekai threw a mine Time: 1-2016-11 2815:53:13

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