. "

hostess?

Perister was surprised.

So Riddle's mother was still alive?

"But, before the master leaves..."

"This is the order of the mistress."

"..."

Between the two elves, it was obvious that the later one had the right to speak, or in other words, the mistress it spoke of was more powerful than Riddle.

The door opened quickly, and Perrist walked in.

He followed behind the elf named Cookie, and asked warmly with a smile, "Where did Mrs. Riddle live before?"

The elf turned his head and gave him a strange look.

"I don't understand you, sir," it said stiffly.

Peretus didn't expect to find out anything from the elf's mouth, so he smiled indifferently, and arranged his white gloves to the most docile state.

The elf took Peretus to an outbuilding at the back of the manor. No Death Eaters had ever set foot here before. All the meeting and banquet venues were in the main building, and none of them would walk around the manor. .

The environment of this small building is quiet, and the decoration is very elegant and simple, but this does not mean that it is shabby. In fact, just the dark red Turkish carpet covering the entire corridor, and the purple velvet curtains hanging from the door openings, almost everyone The olive green satin wall coverings on the walls are enough to make Abraxas jealous.

The surrounding area became quieter and quieter, and Peretus had the illusion that he had left Riddle Manor and entered another more mysterious and unpredictable space.

At first, he was a little careless, and he finally got it right. Like a wolf who strayed into a territory that didn't belong to him, he vigilantly observed the surrounding environment and the movements of the elves.

The elf stopped in front of the door of a room at the deepest part of the corridor, knocked on the door twice, then turned around and said, "Please come in, sir. The mistress is waiting for you inside."

Peretus stood still, staring at the closed door for a second, and suddenly felt an inexplicable hesitation.

He couldn't help but look back, there was no one else in the softly lit corridor.

No Riddle either.

Perister reached out and turned the handle, pushing the door open.

Inside the door is a circular study room, with a large corner sofa in the front, and a circle of windows behind the sofa. Outside the window is a Medusa-shaped fountain, which is slowly spraying chic water.On one side is a towering bookshelf wall filled with various books, and on the other side is a louvered sliding door that connects to the garden. At this time, the sliding door is opened, revealing a beautiful garden planted with countless exotic flowers and plants.

And beside the open sliding door, there is an armchair under the half-draped blue velvet curtain, and a slender figure is sitting in the armchair facing Peretus sideways, with an easel in front of him, slowly painting the garden The scenery.

It was a girl about 14 years old.

Weird smoke-gray long hair, fair skin full of luster, wearing a pearl red silk dress that rolls pearls in the sun, and the fingers that hold the pen are slender and long.The gorgeous flowers on the back dotted her body covered with a layer of silver-white light, which looked like a gentle classical oil painting.

——If it wasn't for a huge adder thicker than her waist, entangled under her feet.

"Mr. Peretus," she closed the book, turned her face and looked over, there was no superfluous expression on Lili's face, she said flatly, "Do you have anything to say?"

Her tone made Peretus feel very familiar, he pondered for a while, and suddenly realized.

This soft voice and indifferent tone are not exactly the same as Riddle's, at least they are [-]% similar.The difference is that compared to her, Riddle actually has more humane emotions.

Moving his eyes from her face to her feet, Peretus finally understood why the elf had such a strange expression just now.

It turned out that the hostess in Riddle Manor was not Mrs. Riddle, but Miss Riddle.

Peretus showed a gentle smile habitually, "Hi, Miss, I think you have something to say to me. After all, you invited me in."

"It seems that you have nothing to say." She nodded slightly, and when she spoke again, she let out a short and evil hiss.

Danger!

Before the consciousness could react, the instinct of the body sounded the alarm.Peretus obeyed his instinctive prediction, rolled over to the side, raised his head with one hand on the ground, and saw that the motionless as if sleeping adder had rushed to the position where he had just stood, biting the empty The snake's mouth showed sharp fangs.

One blow failed, and the adder swam swiftly, striking at him again like a bolt of lightning.

Peretus hastily raised his wand, and uttered an attacking spell at the adder. This adder obviously had a better combat awareness than humans. It turned around to avoid the spell, but its thick snake tail slashed at Pereter. Peretus jumped up and grabbed the zipper of the chandelier on the ceiling with one hand, dangling and hanging up.

"Miss, it's not good to be so self-willed." He said with a smile, and the wand in the other hand aimed at the snake's head hanging up below again.

"To pieces..."

"It's all petrified."

Another spell hit him even faster, from the weak girl he was completely unguarded against.

Peretus fell down from the chandelier stiffly, and was just caught by the viper that stood upright underneath, wrapping it round and round from his feet to his neck, slowly tightening it.

The air was squeezed out of the lungs, and the flesh and bones creaked under the huge pressure. Peretus' eyes began to darken, and he vaguely saw the girl sitting not far away put down the wand, picked up the paintbrush and adjusted it seriously. color.

The breeze blows gently, and the pearl red skirt is like a snake letter attached to his face, twisting and shaking together with the shadow stretched on the floor.

Are you going to die?

A sense of absurdity arose in Peretus's heart, and he stared at the girl with bloodshot eyes until his eyes fell into darkness.

"Fiona!"

The door of the room opened suddenly, and the force on Peretus's body was suddenly loosened, but he did not let him go completely. Peretus suddenly caught the air, and was almost killed by the air again, coughing violently.

The person who came in didn't look at him at all, and his footsteps hurried past him, sweeping towards the girl like a hurricane.

"How is it?" Peretus heard the unpredictable man who had always been moody and incomprehensible ask in worried tones, "Are you okay? Are you injured? Is there any discomfort?"

"If you loosen your grip on my arm, I'll be fine." The girl said casually, throwing away the paintbrush.

Peretus blinked his eyes covered with physical tears, and saw the girl turned her head and smiled at the man kneeling half kneeling beside her, and raised her hand to stroke the messy hair on his temples.

"Aren't you coming back tomorrow?" she asked.

Riddle said nothing.

"In addition to the defense spell, is there a induction spell?" She asked again.

"You shouldn't have let people in," Riddle said evasively.

"No one should be let in, nor should they be walked out," she withdrew her hand, her voice was cold, "Tom, are you going to lock me in a cage like a bird?"

Riddle's hand followed closely as if being pulled by an invisible thread, firmly holding the hand she wanted to withdraw.

"Of course not, I just want to wait until the situation is more secure..." He explained faster.

"This is your problem," she interrupted him, Peretus noticed that Riddle's hand was slightly stiff, but the girl didn't seem to notice, and continued, "I never ask you to do anything for me, but you At least I shouldn't be limited by the problems you haven't solved."

You're welcome!

Peretus was startled, and before his breathing calmed down, he held his breath subconsciously, watching closely the reaction of Riddle, whose back was turned to him.

He thought that there would be a thunderstorm, after all, since he knew this lord, he had never seen anyone who could refute him with such an attitude—maybe, maybe he was dead.

But after a long silence, Riddle lowered his head—as if kissing the back of the girl's hand lightly.

"Don't be too hard on me, Fiona," he said softly, almost stunned. "The fear that has been inflicted on me for the past 20 years will not disappear overnight. You should know that until now I still wake up every night, I walked into your room quietly, just to see if you were still there. But watching you fall asleep, I couldn't resist the urge to wake you up, to make sure you could really wake up. Fiona, I There is no way to bear it, even if it is just an unrealistic idea—as long as I think that there will be dangers that I cannot predict will come to you and make you leave me again, I can't wait to control all the Muggle prime ministers to detonate the most terrifying bombs , only you and me, only us, hiding in the deepest and deepest seabed, without being disturbed by anyone or anything."

Although he didn't know the cause and effect, but Riddle said such earnest and affectionate words in a low and soft voice, even the so-called "cold-blooded crocodile" Peretus was slightly moved, but he saw the girl smiled Laughing, eyes are still faint.

"Since you can't even bear the price of my waking up, maybe it's a better choice to let me sleep forever. Then I'm like an eternal flower in a glass bottle, without the risk of withering, and will always be under your control .” She turned her face to the garden as if bored, and stopped looking at Riddle.

"Fiona." Riddle shook her hand slightly.

The girl ignored it.

"Fiona—" was another soft call begging for forgiveness.

The girl fell on deaf ears.

The room was quiet.

Parrett with goosebumps

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