mystery lover

When the young man appeared at the door of the study, the Lord Dark Lord tolerantly allowed the boy with a distressed figure to fall on his knees beside the old wizard.

And when the Death Eaters who had failed to chase Oster also arrived, Voldemort glanced at the pile of servants who were becoming more and more useless.

Voldemort never knew that his group of men couldn't even catch a kid who didn't graduate.

Surrounded by so many Death Eaters, he broke into the study on the second floor from the gate of the manor.Thinking of this, Voldemort's gaze at the boy's back became even more interesting.

After being coldly glanced at by the master's terrifying gaze, the Death Eaters trembled and surrounded the people in the corner without any hesitation.Countless magic wands were pointed at the boy who was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

In fact, the despair and remorse in the eyes of the old wizard seemed to be more serious than that of the teenager around him.

He just hoped Orr could stay temporarily in the safety of Hogwarts under the protection of Albus.Before Voldemort fell, no one in the wizarding world would know that he was still alive, and everyone would think that the Castei family had been destroyed by Voldemort himself.

At the cost of the whole family, Oster would no longer be missed by the Dark Lord as an ordinary student after losing his strong support.Until Auer graduated, he quietly took the boy back to Germany.

Everything was going according to Dave's plan, but the old wizard only missed Oster's personal will.

Thinking that keeping Orr temporarily hidden would make the plan more likely to succeed, so Dave Castel didn't even tell Albus.

"Grandpa...I'm sorry."

Tears kept falling from the young man's face. It was after seeing the seriously injured grandfather, from collapse to despair, and then to discover that the person in front of him was created by one of the family's most secret alchemy techniques, which is indistinguishable from a living person and can At the moment of remote control, Oster finally realized what his grandfather might do.

But the pain of losing a loved one and the joy of regaining them still make the boy's tear glands swell continuously.It's just that when he felt those dark wizards approaching him, the expression on Osted's face once again only left pain and despair.

—and the Dark Lord must never find out that Grandpa was alive.

"Al...no..." The old wizard raised his already weak right hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the boy's cheek, but the time left in his body was getting less and less.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

Oster's hands gently held Dave's pale palms, and the sadness lingering in those misty blue eyes at this moment was indeed real.The young man thought that he might never see his grandfather again, and his friends, Headmaster Dumbledore, and the professors at Hogwarts, would never be able to specialize in alchemy again...

The Dark Lord would kill him, and Oster suddenly realized it all too clearly.

"What a touching scene."

A deep and pleasant voice sounded in the room.

As the Dark Lord approached, the Death Eaters who had surrounded Oster automatically made way for their master, and they sneered mockingly in line with the Dark Lord's tone.

This made the young man who was kneeling motionless on the spot feel a bit of sadness and unwilling anger.

"Let me see, our brave boy..."

Voldemort forcefully broke off the boy's face, and the old wizard beside Oster had already collapsed powerlessly, and Dave still seemed to have that helpless voice-"No..."

however.

There was no killing curse as expected, under the horrified gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort's fingers shook the boy away like an electric shock, and the quick step back caused the Death Eaters who had already retreated for their master to show their inconsistency. Actually surprised, they didn't understand why their master acted like this, just like they didn't notice that the wand in Voldemort's hand was trembling slightly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, a Death Eater immediately chanted a spell in the direction of the boy.

Looking at the boy hit by the red light, Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and the wand in his hand cast a curse at the Death Eater with little hesitation.

"Who—you are allowed to touch him!"

The sharp voice and the engulfing magic pressure made the Death Eaters back tremblingly. The wizard who was hit by the magic spell fell silent after his body collided with the wall, and the other Death Eaters didn't dare to move again. There is no movement, even though they are all horrified and puzzled by such a sudden change in their hearts.

In fact, when Oster looked at the pair of snake-like pupils with hatred, suddenly, the boy felt his body was pushed aside, and then he felt the sharp pain of being hit by a curse, Then, everything stopped.

Everything seemed to be just a momentary thing. If it weren't for the tingling pain that still remained on his body, Osted doubted whether he had really been hit by the curse.It's just that the boy lying on the ground at this moment doesn't understand why the curse ended so quickly.

Oster had no time to think so much, however.

After stopping Cruciatus, Voldemort staggered and took two steps closer to the boy on the ground. Just when Lord Dark Lord's palm was about to touch the boy again, Osted, who had not moved at first, suddenly Turning over his body, the close-range spell attack hit the chest of the man in front of him straight.

Oster seems to have heard a muffled groan, but this is undoubtedly the situation he is most happy to see at the moment. The boy turned over from the ground without stopping, and threw the magic wand desperately at the dark wizards on the other side. Curse, and then a jump -

The boy's figure disappeared in front of the broken window.

A group of Death Eaters who looked at their master in panic were left behind. They didn't dare to attack the young man, and they didn't dare to take any other actions. The Dark Lord on the chest.

So, did that boy hit his master...

"Catch him—don't hurt him!"

……

When Voldemort was the only one left in the cluttered study room, the terrifying Dark Lord still hadn't broken the spell on his chest, as if only such pain could make this man think more clearly about what happened just now.

who is he.Why is it like this.

A rare confusion appeared in the Dark Lord's cold-blooded vertical pupils, as if he could no longer understand what the emotion that was vibrating in his chest was.

Voldemort thought he would never think of it again. When he cut out his soul together with those memories, the man who had become the Dark Lord never imagined that one day he would see those eyes again.

It seems that I have only seen once in those blue eyes... a weak thing like tears.

That was the last time I saw that person.

The person who cried at him but disappeared until he was never found again.

"It's so strange... I obviously don't remember it anymore." The voice of muttering echoed in the empty room.

*1944, Hogwarts

In the Response Room, Riddle looked at Nico who appeared in front of him, and a moment of surprise flashed through his black eyes.

"Nico, how did you get in here?"

Is it a surprise?Riddle thought that Nicole, who had already graduated, should not appear at Hogwarts.However, the person in front of him held his hands tightly, and feeling the person's trembling, Riddle realized that something serious had happened without his knowledge.

"……What's wrong?"

"Tom—"

Nico looked at Tom, but he still couldn't say, those words that were not recognized by history were ruthlessly blocked, he couldn't tell the boy in front of him that he was from the future, just like Nico didn't know that one day he would Will go back to that future.

He already believed that he was a person who existed in this era.

Even Nicholas told him that time doesn't lie, and it may be inevitable that he existed in the past.

Even if they don't know what caused the result.

"Tell me what happened."

Riddle firmly grasped Nico's hand, which was warmer than his own, and the boy had already ruled out countless options in his mind that might make the person in front of him show such a panicked expression.

"Tom—I'm going."

"...What do you mean?" The answer given by Nico was obviously not in any of Riddle's options.

"Tom, Tom... don't look for me, don't look for me! Believe me, as long as I'm alive, I will definitely find you—so, you must never come to me."

Tears rolled down the boy's cheeks, but Nico just looked at the boy in front of him intently, as if as long as he blinked, he would never see this boy again.

If he disappeared, if Tom couldn't find himself...he didn't want to see the boy's disappointed face.

Because Tom couldn't find himself at all.

"Promise me, don't try to find me—"

"What are you talking about, where are you going!" Riddle finally grasped the most important piece of information, and his fingers on Nico's hand became even harder.

It seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, and helpless despair appeared on Nico's face.Riddle had never seen such an expression on this man, and in his world, Nicol would never let things get out of hand.

"Tom, promise me, don't look for me."

"I don't agree!" Riddle's eyes showed horror, he saw that Nico's body was changing into another almost transparent color at a speed visible to the naked eye, "No! Don't! What is this—what's wrong with you !"

"Tom, I beg you, don't do this—trust me, I'll find you, I will."

As long as I'm alive.

"No! Nico! You can't leave me! I don't agree!" the boy's hoarse roar echoed in the Room of Requirement, which clearly lived up to its name.

Riddle didn't get any response, and Nico's figure gradually faded in front of him.

"My birthday present, you promised me—Tom, I want you to be happy forever."

Even without me.

"Nico!!!!!!"

"I'm sorry...Tom."

sorry……

The last thing I want is for you to be sad...

When Riddle's hand was completely empty, the black-haired boy yelled with all his strength and fell to his knees on the ground.

"What is this... what is this?"

Drops of water soaked the gray floor in front of the boy.