[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The powerful pressure made Sirius' cold sweat drip down his cheeks, and he couldn't move. Even during the most painful days in Azkaban, he didn't feel so close to death.Suddenly, that magic pressure disappeared, as quickly as if it had never appeared before.Sirius looked away in shock, not daring to look at the tall man in the black cloak again.He was surprised to find that he seemed to be the only one who felt the pressure just now, neither Dumbledore nor Igil had heard of it.There was a trace of fear in Sirius' dark gray eyes, if the man just wanted to kill him...

"Welcome to come." Dumbledore's face was kind and kind, but his tall and thin body and outstanding wizard temperament could not be ignored.Facing the two men who appeared from the fireplace, the old man's face remained unchanged and his eyes were as calm as water. It has to be said that Dumbledore is a person who can easily let one's guard down.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dumbledore." Regulus said politely.Perhaps because of the presence of outsiders, neither he nor the tall man took off their cloaks, which made Sirius feel bitter.

"Long time no see, Regulus." Sirius' voice sounded dry, and he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

"Indeed, it's been a long time since I saw you. I heard about you." Regulus replied politely. His tone was alienated, and it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or regret, which made Sirius' eyes dim again.Regulus walked right past him and came to Igil.

"Dad." Igil called, and he was hugged by Regulus as soon as he stood up, "I'm fine, I'm fine at all, Dad." Igil said.He felt Regulus let go of his body, his slightly trembling palms covered his cheeks, those well-maintained, white and delicate hands were covered with cold sweat.

Igil pursed his lips, he made Dad worry.

"Dumbledore said that Voldemort's Horcrux attacked you." After confirming that his precious son was safe and sound, Regulus held him in his arms again and lowered his voice, "Your father said that it is impossible to grasp it." whereabouts of the Horcrux, so he also came."

"It's last year's diary, this time things are a bit strange, but..."

"Don't worry about the child." Regulus naturally knew what Igil was afraid of. "Although this time is a bit in a hurry, your father is not an ordinary person." Regulus' words were not comforting, even though he was covered in a black cloak , still let Igil feel his self-confidence, "You did a good job, kid, leave the next thing to us."

"Hi everyone, I'm Igil's father." While Regulus was talking to Igil, Tom Slytherin also communicated with the two Gryffindors, "I thought this was a private meeting before I came here , Mr. Dumbledore——Are you Sirius? I often hear the portrait of Mrs. Black mentioning you." Tom Slytherin's voice was naturally bewitching, and Dumbledore's gaze was habitually down the bridge of his nose , thinking about where this sense of familiarity comes from.

"My mother talked about me?" Sirius was very excited. The pressure from the tall man just now made him afraid, but the news from his mother was so confusing, "What did she say about me, she... Did you miss me?" If the younger brother's indifference made him sad, then the tall man's words filled Sirius' dry heart with hope again, maybe it would not be too difficult to accept this sister-in-law.

"You don't want to know what she said." The wine red eyes hidden in the black cloak were slightly playful, and Sirius's smile quickly collapsed in front of him.

"That old woman!" Sirius said in a low voice, he just couldn't bear her attitude and left the house, "I know what she will say if you don't say it, are you living in the old house of the Black family now? ? I didn't expect Regulus to be with a man."

"If someone told me that ten years ago, I wouldn't believe it, but life is always full of surprises. Regulus and I love each other." The red-eyed man smiled, and he could feel Dumbledore Look at him full of scrutiny.

"Dumbledore, look behind you!" At this time, the old Headmaster Black in the portrait suddenly shouted, but he didn't need to remind Dumbledore to hear the strange hissing sound.Unlike the smoke from the silverware in the room, this sound was faint but extremely piercing.Riddle's 16-year-old memory was changing from a blackened, smoggy state to a normal color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"He's recovering!" Sirius panicked, and Igil quickly took out the Basilisk from his pocket, holding it in his hand cautiously.

"Is this a horcrux?" Regulus looked at the black figure in surprise. He had never encountered such a situation when he tried to destroy the locket. Although he knew the horror of a horcrux, he saw His red-eyed lover absorbed the soul tablet as a tonic, and destroyed it easily, subverting his correct cognition.

"The Sorting Hat is flying!" Dumbledore cast a Flying Charm, and the old Sorting Hat fell firmly into Dumbledore's hands. "The Basilisk's eyes may not be useful to him this time, boy." It is just a phantom of the Horcrux, and only by destroying its carrier can it be completely wiped out.

Dumbledore put his hand into the sorting hat, and when he pulled it out again, there was already a ruby-studded sword in his hand. Near the hilt, the name of Godric Gryffindor was clearly visible, and only the real Gryffindor to get it out of the hat.

Ellie's black leather notebook was thrown on the ground by Dumbledore. The sword pierced and pierced fiercely, making a ding, leaving a sword pit on the ground.

There was none of last year's ink-spraying spectacle, nor the horrific, long-lasting, eardrum-piercing scream. The 16-year-old Riddle's recovery speed was only a little slower than before, and the contours of his facial features were clearly visible, and everyone could see that he had no intention of disappearing.

Is this book a fake?Dumbledore's expression became serious. He drew back his sword, pulled the note from the tip of the sword and observed it carefully. Its appearance was no different from ordinary notes except for the hole pierced through it.

Hehehehe... Riddle let out a creepy laugh, "Dumbledore, you can't kill me if you haven't found the real Horcrux." The prefect's badge on the school uniform faded from charred black and shone with a metallic light.

"Damn it, have we been deceived by him?" Sirius cast a wandless petrification spell at Riddle. Without a wand, it didn't affect his ability to use magic, but the light directly passed through Riddle's body and hit the opposite side "Dumbledore! What shall we... do now?" Sirius really panicked.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he handed Sirius the sword, the sorting hat and the black leather notebook, and uttered a complicated spell.It was a profound spell that belonged to the category of black arts, and the temperature in the room was starting to rise, and the fire of destroying all things was building in front of his wand.As Igil once said at the Three Broomsticks, there is no good or evil in magic, it's all about who wields it.Although Dumbledore is known as the greatest white magician of this century, it does not mean that he does not understand black magic, but represents his stand against evil.

"It's useless," the 16-year-old handsome boy raised the corners of his mouth, and arrogantly glanced at the audience, "Magic doesn't work for me." He was only too careless before to catch the death sight of the basilisk, but now he won't, he won't Will fall under the same move twice.

The magic power in the air accumulated more and more, and the heat that could destroy the soul was compressed to the extreme at the front of the wand. Dumbledore's magic was finally completed, and the fire rushed through Riddle's body and hit the stone wall behind him heavily. up, melting the thick walls into liquid.Thanks to Dumbledore who extinguished the flames in time, the integrity of the principal's office was preserved.

"Hehe... As I said, unless you find the real Horcrux," Riddle said with a cruel smile in his cold eyes, and the corners of his mouth widened, "You are no match for the great Voldemort—now, it's time to change I have come to attack and you will pay with your life for your stupidity."

At this tense moment, several applause suddenly sounded out of place in the room.The bewitching voice of the tall man in the black cloak once again made Dumbledore feel familiar, but at this time he had no time to think about it.

"Good acting." The burgundy eyes were hidden under the cloak, and Tom Slytherin's tone was filled with subtle pity.As a memory of 16-year-old Voldemort, Riddle has done a good job, but unfortunately, it met him.

Snatching the black leather notebook from Sirius' hand, Tom Slytherin tore off a few pages full of handwriting before Sirius could react.

"What are you doing!" Sirius was dumbfounded. He protected Gryffindor's sword when his sister-in-law (?) rushed over, but he didn't expect it to be this thing.

"Courage," Riddle's smile widened as the page fell to the ground, "then you will be the first sacrifice after Voldemort's return," he glared at the tall man in the black cloak The man said disgustedly, "I hate guys who hide their heads and show their tails."

Hiss... The paper in the black leather notebook was torn out again, and Tom Slytherin approached the soul piece step by step, although in the eyes of the two Gryffindors, this was completely courting death.In just a few steps, dozens of sheets of paper covered with handwriting had already fallen on the ground. A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of the 16-year-old boy, and his body became visibly paler.

As the man approached, Riddle trembled involuntarily, and he couldn't help but want to surrender to this man.

"You are..." A surge of despair suddenly rose in his heart, and he knew where this sense of surrender came from.The strong suction from the note made his body a little weaker, and the 16-year-old boy finally discovered the man's identity and the hand he was always holding on to the note.

"Goodbye!" said Tom Slytherin softly, just a step away from Riddle.But this step is not important anymore.

Substantial energy flowed into the red-eyed man's body, and memories returned to his mind.Riddle's memory is thin, nothing compared to the soul tablet on Harry's scar.However, it was this thin memory that made the man who had seen the storm almost lose his composure on the spot.

Tom Slytherin suppressed the shock in his heart, and tore off the last few pages of the black leather notebook. At the same time, the young soul piece was absorbed by him, faded, until it disappeared completely, just like the Horcrux being absorbed by him. How it should behave when destroyed.

As early as when the black leather notebook was pierced by the sword of Gryffindor, Tom Slytherin saw from the slow recovery speed of the soul piece that this is where it lives.It's just that the soul piece's performance was too weird this time, so he didn't do it immediately, but observed it for a while.

While trying to absorb the energy of the soul piece from the black leather note, he approached the soul piece step by step, no matter what he had a way to absorb it, even if the note was fake.

"He disappeared..." When Sirius was still immersed in the sudden victory, and Igil and Regulus were relieved by the already foreseen victory, Dumbledore's golden star robe, the summoned wind It blew loudly, and the papers written on the ground rolled up in his hands in the wind.

Tom Slytherin sighed secretly, if he could know in advance how important the things recorded in the notes are, he should set fire to burn them instead of tearing them up, how could a note that can be attached to a soul piece be an ordinary thing? ?This time he made a mistake.The foreign characters are not difficult to decipher, but if the white leader understands their meaning, it will be a very headache.The content recorded in this notebook is even more unreliable and more convincing than the prophecy believed to be true by the ring soul film.

After reading the memory of the soul film, Tom Slytherin understood why Riddle wanted to attack Igil.In the words of the traversers, history bifurcates at a certain period of time, making the future go in another direction.Riddle, who had his 16-year-old memory, believed what was recorded in the notebook, and the consequence was that he almost killed his own bloodline.

And what about Dumbledore?Is it to pave the way for the savior according to the direction in the notes, or use this plot to arrange a perfect finale?Regardless of the choice, he seemed to have seen the fate of Dumbledore's future tragedy, and he had a vague premonition that he would also be involved.

The precious son had almost lost his life because of the traveler's notes and the divination professor's prophecy. He didn't want this kind of human tragedy to happen again.Whether it is for his son, his lover or himself, he should remind Dumbledore, the opponent who has fought with him for many years and is very likely to cooperate in the future.

Just as the red-eyed man was thinking about how to get the most out of this matter, there were two knocks on the door of the principal's office.

"Principal Dumbledore." Madam Pomfrey's voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in." Dumbledore said after glancing at the two people still hidden in the black cloak.After a long time, the door was gently pushed open.

"Professor Dumbledore." Ellie Windsor walked in with her head bowed. Madam Pomfrey looked at her encouragingly, and then closed the wooden door of the principal's room for her.

"I'm glad you can come, child." Dumbledore said, he didn't expect the girl to recover so quickly, but that's good, the issue of Igil's attack did need her to explain to the Blacks.

"These are Igil's parents, you can call them Mr. Black." Dumbledore introduced that a girl born as a witch-born wizard may not know the common sense of the magic world, so he did not deliberately point out the two people under the cloak Both are Igil's fathers.

"Mr. Black..." Ellie Windsor's eyes flickered, when did so many people appear in the Black family?In the original book, only Sirius is the only man who has survived so far, "Nice to meet you." Although there are many doubts in her heart, Ellie is not stupid enough to express it.

"—Ellie Windsor, a third-year Gryffindor student, the notebook that was destroyed just now belongs to her." Dumbledore went on to introduce.Before the Black couple in cloaks could say anything, the red-haired girl had already screamed.

"The notes have been destroyed? That's great!" The girl was overjoyed, so that no one would know her secret, and God was helping her, "...Then what about Riddle? Does he not exist anymore? "

"Also?" Dumbledore caught Ellie's strange statement that the girl was talking about the destruction of the Horcrux as two things.She seemed to be more focused on the notebook than Riddle, who was tormenting her.

Dumbledore magically wrapped the gathered shredded pages into a ball and suspended them in mid-air. His bright blue eyes were very penetratingly fixed on the girl whose face changed obviously after seeing the papers full of handwriting. body.

"Ellie, Voldemort's memory has disappeared," Dumbledore said slowly. He noticed that the girl kept calling him Riddle even though he knew who the Horcrux was.Is it a habit developed over the course of the year or...

"Now that everyone is here, let's start with why Voldemort attacked Igil." Dumbledore didn't forget the purpose of today, he let go of his doubts for the time being, and didn't get too entangled in the notes, "Ellie, you are ready this time." The girl was much calmer than before.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore." The red-haired girl bit her lip, answered in a low voice and stopped talking.She had already thought about the answer to this question, but it was difficult to say it.

"Miss Windsor, why did Voldemort attack my son?" Regulus asked eagerly, his tone unconsciously taking on an aristocratic command tone, "Tell me, now!"

"Mr. Black, Riddle attacked Black because..." Ellie frowned, and swallowed with difficulty, "Because Riddle fell in love with him."