mystery lover

In this way, Charles danced with this strange man in a daze until he was dragged to sit on the other side of the booth. During the countless attempts to escape, he was interrupted invisible. As time went by, the boy's cheeks changed from rosy to After regaining his composure, he became fair, and then changed from fair to brighter from time to time. After going back and forth countless times, Charles finally suppressed his clamor and sat next to the man anxiously.

And their side has already attracted countless eyes, not only the gazes that linger on the young man, but more people in the bar are attracted by the man beside him.

"Tom Riddle."

Voldemort extended his left hand friendly and introduced himself.

Out of polite instinct, Charles took Voldemort's hand, although the touch still made him tremble all over, and the smile on the other's lips undoubtedly made him feel that something was wrong with him.

"Charles McAvoy."

Because the other party didn't let go of his hand for a long time, the boy realized nervously that he had accidentally revealed his real name to the other party.

It's a good thing he's a Muggle, or else he'd be exposed... Charles thought with luck.

At the moment when Charles was in a trance, a pile of drinks and food had been delivered to their table.

"I do not drink……"

Charles looked at the man's skillful movements, and when he thought of the man's previous actions, as well as the seemingly frivolous flirting methods, the young man resisted approaching such a man from the bottom of his heart, but it was unavoidable that , he would be dragged away uncontrollably by this man named Tom Riddle.

"There's always a first time."

A smile flashed across Voldemort's eyes, and then he licked the corner of his mouth maliciously.

After hearing what the other party seemed to mean, Charles blushed again...he now... really feels like his heart is being burned by fire, especially when facing the man opposite .

"I'm sorry sir, we don't know each other very well..."

Biting his lower lip secretly, the young man stammered out these words.Then he saw the joking eyebrow raising action of the man opposite, even raising his eyebrows was so attractive... It really made the young man who had never seen any big scenes at a loss what to do.

"Why, have you become unfamiliar so soon?" Voldemort asked back with an ambiguous tone in his deep voice, and his hand directly wrapped the boy beside him into his arms. "Are you familiar now?"

Before Charles could react, he returned to the embrace he escaped from.

"Sir, please don't be like this..." Charles had the urge to dig a tunnel to escape, but at the same time he was really at a loss... He didn't even have the courage to push the other person's shoulders that seemed to be on his shoulders. Heavy hands.

At this moment, the boy almost completely forgot that the other party was a Muggle who hardly feared any aggression for him, and he only needed to use magic to get out of such a passive predicament immediately, but in fact, the boy just used his usual more An increasingly cowardly voice... pleaded.

Although she was attracted to this man, she didn't like it at all, and it was impossible to fall in love with someone so easily, especially in this kind of place, which was still a Muggle world.

Clearly, his mind was clear, but Charles didn't even have the courage to push him away at this moment because of his habitual lack of bravery and evasive character. A confused and even indulgent expression appeared in the boy's eyes.

Voldemort looked at such a young man, finally put away his playful expression, and picked up the man in his arms when he got up.The boy's soft body made his instinctive hug on the boy's waist even tighter.

"Go for a walk, it's too noisy in here."

After Voldemort finished speaking, Charles nodded blankly, and followed the man out of the bar in coordination.

London, which has already entered autumn, has brought a chill, and a few minutes after leaving the bar, sporadic light rain began to fall on the street.

Charles, who hadn't cast the warming spell, shivered when a gust of cold wind blew by, and the next moment, he felt something warm covering his body.

"Cold?"

Voldemort asked, and after putting the double-breasted trench coat on the young man, Voldemort led the dull-faced young man to the closed shop on the side of the street to take shelter from the rain.

Charles followed passively at first, but when the man buttoned up his windbreaker and wrapped him tightly, a strange emotion rose from the bottom of his heart .

No wizard will add clothes to his companions when they feel cold. They are used to relying on magic to solve these trivial daily problems.

Is this the Muggle way...

Without the hustle and bustle in the bar, under the eaves, the person in front of him seemed to be less frivolous than before. Under the dim orange light, Charles looked at the pair of black eyes that couldn't see his emotions clearly.

At this moment, Charles mustered up the courage to seriously look at the man in front of him, after being bought by a trench coat of the other party.

Tom Riddle, in the eyes of Charles, is an extraordinary temperament and a very attractive Muggle, with black hair and deep eyes, about 30 years old, exquisite facial features that make people enviable, tall figure and impressive Unfathomable temperament...

For example, at this moment, the other party raised his eyebrows playfully.

"Have you seen enough?"

One sentence brought Charles back to reality, and he nodded sharply and replied, "Mm...mm... sorry." It seems that it is not polite to stare at others like this.

Sure enough, the man's chuckle came from above his head again.

The boy was so nervous that his cheeks were flushed, and he said hastily, "Isn't it..."

However, his voice was drowned out by the man's thin lips that brushed against his cheek.

His face was a little cold... Charles thought numbly, and when he recovered from the shock, the other party had already stood up straight.

"why……"

The young man's breath was a bit unstable... Although he was entangled in thinking that the other party was just teasing him, he clearly knew that this should be a game of the other party. Even though he hadn't stayed here for a long time, he still knew that the Muggle world was the most important. There is no shortage of emotional games. Compared with ordinary wizards in the wizarding world, they are much more conservative, but the doubts are still thrown out without disappointment.

Voldemort seemed to see what Charles was thinking, which made his answer more like a rhetorical question in this context.

"Why? Is love at first sight so difficult to understand?"

Charles was shocked by this natural tone, but it was no longer that he felt that the person opposite was frivolous, but that the certainty in the other's tone was beyond doubt.

The boy's heart was strangely swept away from the previous speculation, and his beating heart simply believed what was said.

Then there was another long silence.

Finally, Charles clenched his fists tight and then loosened them. He raised his head tremblingly, and when he met the other's black eyes again, the boy's voice trembled slightly in the gusts of cold wind.

"Excuse me... your... love... how long... is it... sir."

Forget about being a wizard for a moment.

Under the light, the boy who raised his head slightly, his clear pupils reflected a brilliance that had never appeared before.

Voldemort looked at the young boy's frail body trembling in the cold wind, and after he bent down and kissed the back of the boy's hand held by him, Voldemort's eyes were finally parallel to Charles, and he The deep voice came into the boy's ears clearly.

"You'll know."

Charles McAvoy, a Hufflepuff fourth-year student with a very low sense of presence, seems to be familiar with the students around him, but he is not warm enough, and often becomes one of the many characters who can be ignored, one of the few The only ones he is familiar with are a few roommates in the same dormitory. There are no very close friends, no good grades that can attract attention. If you look closely, people will notice his delicate facial features, but soon you will be caught by that extremely Low presence and incidentally ignored.

Charles McAvoy, Gender: Male, Occupation: Student, Status: Wizard, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: A fourth-year student at Hufflepuff College, in the fourth year of enrollment, first love in life, object : Male, name of the other party: Tom Riddle, identity of the other party: Muggle, occupation: temporarily unknown.

On the way to the potions classroom, Charles clearly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a little different.

"Charles!"

A hand patted Charles' shoulder heavily, causing the boy who was holding textbooks in his arms to stagger and almost fell.

After stabilizing his footsteps, Charles looked helplessly at Lucas Till beside him. This was one of his Hufflepuff roommates and Charles' closest classmate who walked in school.

"Look at this," Lucas showed off the 'Cedric Cheer Badge' on his chest, and a feeling of pride rose, "Our prefects are really great."

Charles was speechless for a moment when he looked at the magic badge, and then he finally realized that it seemed that every Hogwarts student who passed by him had such a badge on his chest, which made Charles feel Surprisingly, almost everyone is wearing a medal for supporting Cedric's victory, and the one who has been famous since the first grade, rumored to have the power to contend with the Dark Lord, and the future savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter was ostracized by almost everyone in the academy.

Such a scene made Charles a little stunned. Isn't the messy-haired green-eyed boy in his impression very enthusiastic, brave, and cute...Why no one supports Potter...

Seeming to see what this slow roommate was thinking, Lucas said proudly, "That's because Senior Cedric is so good, he is a well-deserved Triwizard Tournament player, and Harry Potter..."

Luka paused, and Charles followed his line of sight and saw Harry Potter himself walking towards them.

The two moved to the side of the corridor, the young Potter walked quickly, hurried through the crowd and disappeared around the corner.Lucas looked at Charles beside him, spread his hands and shrugged.Then the two went to the Potions classroom together.

Potions was the most difficult subject for Charles to master.Not only because of the huge number of types of potions, but also because of the terrifying aura emanating from the potion professor all the time...

After preparing the materials, Charles carefully put the classified materials into the crucible according to the order in the textbook, and then began to stir it slowly with tongs, although the color looked a little different from the finished product shown by the professor.

"Charles, help me cut this, and I'll stir this pot." Lucas said, and then switched positions with Charles, who had given up cutting the rhizome of the material that frustrated him.

When Charles took over the mess in Lucas' hands, a heavy disdainful sound drifted from their group.

Accompanied by this heavy sound, "huh."

The Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape, glanced at the pot of potion that was a little less skilled than a troll, and turned up his billowing robe without hesitation. Stay away from the troll-like Chalus Potions troll group.

Charles and Lucas looked at each other in dismay, thinking that probably only the potions made by the students of Slytherin and Ravenclaw could catch Professor Snape's eyes.

Potions Tragedy · Hufflepuff and Potions Tragedy · Gryffindor is the bottom of those two colleges...

Thinking that the Potions Professor would not come to them again, Charles, who was relaxed, instinctively began to miss his Muggle lover...