[HP Doujin] 1943

In the spring of 1944, during the second semester of my fifth grade, the entire school was closed.

Rumor after wave of rumors spread all over the school, everyone was saying that the school board was going to close the school.Myrtle Warren's death, rumors of the Chamber of Secrets and the heir of Slytherin hung over the school like an impenetrable cumulonimbus cloud, overwhelming everyone, a silent fear like poisonous gas The same spread in everyone's body, lingering.

Olive Hombey, who was the first to find Myrtle's body, screamed out of her wits and was taken by professors to the campus hospital where her parents took her to hospital that afternoon. Take it home.The day after Mettle's death, Ada was taken home by her parents, so Margaret and I were the only ones left in our dormitory.

It's hard to say, me or Margaret, who's in worse shape.Marguerite was obviously punished by Riddle for my sake, so she was pale all day and spoke to everyone in a nasty voice.And I haven't slept in two or three days since that night, and both Chris and Carl say I look like a ghost.But they didn't become suspicious, because the whole school has been frightened these days, and there are not a few students like me who are out of their minds.

Many years later I remember that terrible week when Hogwarts was closed, and the whole castle was dead silent.During the day, the students are nestled in the common room, some are reading books, some are playing wizard chess, and some are talking in a low voice. No one will make a loud noise, as if that would wake up someone Like a demon lurking around us.Night is the hardest time. I always lie in bed with my eyes open until dawn, because as soon as I close my eyes, the scene of the night Myrtle died plays back in my mind like a movie. Such a vivid memory is simply amazing. A hundred times scarier than any nightmare.

I heard Riddle beside me say, "I can't kill you, but I'll let you watch your friend Myrtle Warren die because of your stupidity. I warned you, approaching me is The price to be paid... my dearest Elizabeth."

I saw myself falling in a dark void, desperate for death...and he reached out and caught me.I clung to his shirt by the chest like he was the last straw in my life...but I knew he was a demon.

He stood grimly before me, toying with the yew wand in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly tilted up in a mocking smile.Sylvia imprisoned my hands behind my back and forced me to stand in front of him, watching him draw a perfect arc in the air with his wand like a conductor of a symphony orchestra——

"Enjoy your supper."

His voice was like velvet in the dark night, calm and supple with deadly danger.

Myrtle was screaming, "Lizzie! Lizzie! Help me, Lizzie! He's going to kill me!"

But I was cast with a whole body imprisonment spell, I couldn't move, only tears flowed down my cheeks crazily, and wet the skirt of my chest.Sylvia turned me around hard so I wouldn't see the basilisk's eyes.

"You'd better remember, my dear, that I have nothing to do with your death, that you're only in the bathroom by yourself because of a quarrel with Olive Hornby. Oh, by the way, you're never here to see Been to me." Tom's voice came from behind me, "Forget it all."

He walked over to me at a leisurely pace, and after a few minutes, Myrtle's screaming stopped.

I know it's over.

She is dead.

Only the sound of water echoed in the empty secret room, as if the girl named Myrtle Warren had never existed in this world.

If Tom Riddle's purpose was to keep me away from him, congratulations, he succeeded.If I was still suspicious of his methods before, then congratulations to him, from this moment on, I never dare to do anything to provoke him again.

When Myrtle died, I still don't understand why he didn't do anything to me.Many years later, I still think: "It should be me who died in the secret room, not the innocent Metel. If I had died, many things later would not have happened, and maybe the fate of all of us would have changed accordingly. Rather different."

That week has turned into a swirling fog in my memory, and I don't remember doing anything other than sitting by my dorm window all day, lost in thought.My whole being was on the verge of collapse, remorse, guilt, and self-hatred filled my whole body and mind. When most of the classmates around me returned to normal, I was still pale and listless. In Carl's words: "Li Qi doesn't seem to live in the same world as the people around him at all."

As I hardly ever went out, I naturally never saw Tom and Sylvia again.I hate them so much I just hope I never see them again in my life.Maybe he's right, if I have any sense, I should stay away from him and not meddle in his own business.If time could be restarted, I would never risk going to the bathroom to follow them.

At that time, I still didn't understand why I was so interested in what kind of secret meeting Riddle and the others were holding, just like I didn't understand why Riddle didn't attack me, but chose to kill Mettle to punish me.

By the time I understood all this, I was beyond redemption.

Three days after Myrtle's death, word spread quietly throughout the school that Gryffindor student Rupert Hagrid had been temporarily detained by the school.Although the teachers didn't allow us to talk about it, the rumor whispered in everyone's ears: "Rupert Hagrid's monster killed Myrtle."

Only people who are not familiar with Riddle would believe this statement.

As soon as I heard it, I knew that this was a typical "Riddle-style" trick, framing and deceiving the world.If Hagrid isn't innocent in this, I'll swallow that giant spider of his.

But no one who knew the truth dared to say a word.I have seen Abraxas Malfoy, Orion Black, and several other family members who once opposed Riddle at dinner in the school hall, sitting close together with their heads close together. Together, they were talking nervously, shut their mouths immediately when someone approached, raised their heads vigilantly and stopped talking.

Some scenes flashed through my mind one after another——

A year ago, Rosalyn Black inexplicably fell off her broomstick, leaving her lower limbs nearly crippled.Some people said that her broom was jinxed, and some people said that she herself was under the Confusion Curse... But no one could come up with conclusive evidence, and in the end the matter was left alone.But after the Rosalind incident, the Malfoy forces headed by Abraxas bowed their heads to Riddle.

Two years ago, Orion's cousin, Signus, inexplicably lost two fingers and was sent to St. Mungo's for bleeding, which the school finally blamed on his sister Walburga.This matter was also dismissed due to insufficient evidence, but since then, the Black forces headed by Orion have never confronted Riddle again.

He will not do anything to keep those who are useful, but will mercilessly repair those they care about.

just like……

He will not do anything to Tony now, but he will not be soft on Margaret.

I looked over at Tony, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, only to realize that he had been almost as emaciated as I had been these past few days.

After Rupert Hagrid was expelled from school, the Chamber of Secrets incident did not end.The school resumed classes, but there were still teachers escorting students from various colleges back to their dormitories during recess, and the curfew in the castle was still in place every night.At the same time, a round of comprehensive inspections for all teachers and students in the school kicked off, causing everyone to panic.

Every day during breakfast, the dean of each college would step down from the teacher's seat, call out a few students, and let them go to the principal's office.

"Just answer some questions. You can answer what you know. Don't be nervous." Professor Elliot explained kindly to the two girls beside me, "...Yes, that's right, it's related to the Chamber of Secrets incident. Principal Sir would like to know more."

I silently watched their backs following Professor Elliott, then packed up my things and went to History of Magic with Carl and Chris.

"Hey," Carl asked me slightly worried, walking on my left, "how are you doing?"

I nodded reluctantly and didn't speak.

"You can apply for a dormitory change," he said.

"It's okay." I shook my head.He thought the reason I was mentally ill was that Myrtle was in the same dormitory with me.Olive and Ida in our dormitory have already been picked up by their parents, and I am still in school. Many people feel that I need comfort, so I often receive a lot of people sending them to my breakfast table for no reason. greeting card.

History of Magic class, I've been debating whether to tell Dippet what I know.I knew I had no reason not to, and if I had chosen silence, Riddle would have escaped once again, and an innocent man would have paid dearly for him.I've never spoken to Rupert Hagrid, but I know he's a kind man, and he shouldn't have been expelled from school for this incident, ruining his career for the rest of his life.

But...for reasons I don't know, I don't want to.I had a very strange feeling that if I told the school about Tom I would be betraying him.

But since when did I side with him?Besides cynicism, has he ever given me a good look?

I racked my brains to think what was wrong with me, but after a whole class, I still couldn't come to any conclusion.Apart from the fact that he and I grew up on the same street, I really can't think of any reason why I should protect him.

I thought, if Sylvia Black hadn't intervened, maybe I'd have told the truth to Professor Dippet, since I'm not a good liar after all.

One afternoon, in herbal medicine class, I noticed Sylvia and Tom arguing violently.

To be precise, it was Sylvia who was arguing alone, because Tom didn't pay her a word from the beginning to the end.It was raining that day, and the dense rainwater hit the roof of the greenhouse with a deafening sound. Everyone was helping Professor Elliott to repot the newly planted medicinal daffodils. No one cared about Tom and Sylvie at the far end of the greenhouse. Ya talk.

I quietly moved towards them.

Sylvia was tall and thin, and both she and Tom wore only a white shirt with a dark green tie, the sleeves of which were rolled up at the elbows.Her long black hair fell down and blocked her view, so she didn't see me walking behind her.

"You've got to do it, Tom—" she said sharply. "It's not the first time you've made such a stupid mistake for her! Think for yourself what you want? You want you In the future, you still want your Elizabeth?!"

I froze in place.

What the hell is she talking about?

Tom lowered his head slightly, a strand of black hair hanging down his handsome side face. "Syl, you don't understand..." he said softly, "She is my future."

Tom raised his head and turned around, a pair of cold and indifferent black eyes suddenly met mine.

Sylvia also turned around, and a flash of cold anger and hatred flashed in her eyes.

"Very well," she said to him coldly, taking off her gloves, "you'll regret it someday."

She dropped the glove at my feet with a snap, a cold mockery in her dark eyes, and walked out expressionlessly.

"Sylvia—" called Tom, taking a step forward.

She turned her head from the greenhouse door, with a hint of determination and viciousness in her eyes: "Don't worry, maybe you will give up your tomorrow for this woman, but I won't."

After saying this sentence, which baffled me, she turned away and left me standing beside Tom, helpless.

I bit my lower lip and walked away with my head down.I had a vague hope that Tom would stop me, but he didn't.I dare not look back to see if his eyes are following me.

In fact, since that day, I have understood one thing, compared with Sylvia, I have been a coward from beginning to end.

Tom wasn't there for astronomy class that night.Sylvia blocked me on the stairs after class.

"I have something to tell you," she said coldly, tilting her head towards the corridor on the right, "come with me."

I hesitated and followed.I thought this was school, no matter how much she hated me, she wouldn't do anything to me.

But I was wrong, I underestimated her.She is Sylvia Black, and she is the only person in the world who is as paranoid and cruel as Tom.

"Go in," she said, walking to an empty classroom at the end of the corridor and opening the door.It was a night of heavy rain, and the rain was rushing down the dark glass windows. She walked to a desk, turned around, folded her arms and looked at me, directly throwing the question to me. Me: "Are you going to tell Dippet the truth?"

I froze for a moment, then told her calmly: "If I say yes, will you kill me?"

To my surprise, she suddenly laughed out loud and said contemptuously, "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you are? If I kill you, what will he do? Anyone who breaks into the knight order Everyone shoots and kills, but he just can't hit you. Do you think it's a shame and punishment for him to kill Mettle in front of you? Do you know when he hugged you in front of me? What a shame and punishment for me to walk away?!"

Every time she said a word, the temperature in the air dropped by one degree. In the end, I felt that my heart was numb and stiff, and it stopped beating.

"You mean he cares about me?" I said in a ridiculous tone, "Are you sure you're sane?"

"Then tell me, why did he refuse to erase your memory in the Chamber of Secrets at the risk of you telling Dippet his secret?"

Facing her questioning, I was at a loss for words and couldn't answer.

"That's because he's afraid that if you take another Oblivion Curse, you'll probably end up lying in St. Mungo's for the rest of your life!"

"What?" I gasped, "Have I been under the Forgetting Curse?"

"I don't care if he agrees or not, I will open your memory tonight," she pulled out her wand, pointed it at me, and said coldly, "If the spell goes wrong, then you will become a madman and be killed." Send it to St. Mungo's; if nothing goes wrong, then you won't be going to Dippett again to expose Tom."

"NO!" I screamed, "You're a madman! Get your wand off!"

But I am not her opponent at all, as a burst of pain came from the depths of my brain, like a movie shot with poor editing, several images flashed through my mind quickly——

I was running through the rainy and cold streets of London, wearing a dirty old sweater, holding the hand of a dirty little boy, laughing as I ran...

One stone after another was thrown into the Thames, causing ripples...

I climbed into a rusty window that was stuck close together, and threw myself at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old black-haired boy who was sitting on the edge of the bed and reading a book seriously. We rolled down on the narrow single bed together...

I lost consciousness.