Vodai Ecstasy

01

The pitch-black steam locomotive roared across the blue field, and the rain drew countless slanted tear stains on the cold car windows. The frozen mist on the glass obscured the silhouettes of the children inside the car, and the black-haired boy rested his chin on his hand. , Facing the deepening rain curtain outside the window, I was lost in thought.

Across the table, the curly-haired boy in a suit of the same color seemed to be holding his breath, and lowered his eyes cautiously. It seemed that the thin figure on the opposite side was the most noble and domineering king in the world. If he was not careful, his loyal guards would draw blood on him. The dripping guillotine cuts oneself into the dark and painful abyss.

The boy's hands were long and pale, and for his newly grown body, the knuckles seemed a bit too long, but the thin figure and gradually widening shoulders well concealed this flaw, not to mention the rare Someone can escape his gaze, the swirling darkness is a majestic net leading to hell, burying everything silently.

His knuckles were carelessly clasped on the table, as if immersed in a silent piece of music.

After a while, he turned his head, and the corner of his mouth raised a decent arc: "You mean the prefect? ​​I think Malfoy is pretty good."

"But..." the brown-haired boy hurriedly said, seeing that he didn't look angry at all, he continued: "But Riddle, we are all planning to recommend you unanimously, and so are the teachers, no one is more suitable for this seat except you. If you really plan to give up, then our Academy Cup will not be guaranteed!"

"I'm an orphan." Riddle lowered his head slightly, his slender eyelashes easily covering his emotions: "You know that many people suspect that I'm a Mudblood."

The brown-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then firmly said: "We know you are not, Riddle, you are the smartest and most charming wizard in the school, you are definitely not a Mudblood, those who gossip should send them Go to Merlin and make them bait for the basilisk!"

The black-haired boy snorted lightly, and shook his hand to stop the other party's nonsense:

"I will think about it."

He said softly, "Compared to this, what class did you take this year, Stian?"

"I'll follow you to choose." The brown-haired boy's freckles were slightly reddish like smoke: "The courses you choose are always very interesting, you don't mind, right?"

He omitted the most crucial sentence, Riddle never minded them copying his homework.

"Of course not, it's my pleasure," Riddle chuckled, "But if you all say this, I'm afraid there won't be enough crucibles for Potions class this year..."

"You can ask Malfoy to buy a few more new ones, anyway, his family is the school manager." Stian laughed, and the air instantly relaxed a lot.

The black-haired boy stopped talking, the mountains outside the window gradually parted, and a black castle quietly leaped into his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be able to hear the excited noise of the first-year students.

After a long wandering vacation, he finally returned to Hogwarts, the only place where he felt relaxed and where his boundless ambition began.

He exhaled lightly, as if exhaling the heat and depression of the whole summer.

Hogwarts.

After school started, he officially entered the fifth grade. To him, the prefects were nothing more than a bag. The idiot in front of him who only knew how to cope with the exam seemed to have no more value. He thought that he needed a more intelligent and powerful partner, or in other words, a subordinate.

This obedient boy is nothing but obedient.So did Malfoy.Ravenclaws only have a few nerds in the attic, and those stupid lions of Gryffindor only know how to hang out with lowly mudbloods...

He couldn't help frowning, annoyed that there are no smart people in this world, and also complacent that there are no smart people like him in this world anymore.

But when the outline of the castle became more and more clear, another complicated emotion rose in the boy's heart. Suddenly he seemed to see a pale and ethereal figure, hidden in the dark wilderness, only a pair of cold eyes were always locked in his eyes. His body, like the blood hatred accumulated for centuries, turned into the vast snow in an instant, dissipating in the boundless world.

He shivered unconsciously.

"Excuse me," Riddle turned his head and smiled, "Can you give me a cup of tea?"

The train finally drove into the shadow of the castle, and the roar gradually died down, but the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

It wasn't until the locomotive started to whistle again that Riddle jumped from the car door to the platform with his long legs. He didn't have much luggage, most of which had already been taken back to the dormitory by Stian and the others.There were only a few students left on the rain-drenched platform, and almost all of them chose to run in the rain. In order to catch up with the teams that left first, it was obvious that he was never in the majority.

The wand stretched out a large transparent umbrella, the ground under his feet was wet and muddy, and the fallen leaves that withered prematurely were rolled over by leather shoes and made an unwilling rustling sound, and he still had time to get on the last carriage.

In fact, if he quickened his pace now, he might not miss the sorting ceremony, but the boy seemed to be infected by the rain. He stepped on the steps of the castle, and the heels of his leather boots hit the ground with a steel knife-like echo, but his steps did not go straight to the auditorium .

The lights in the hall were still far away from him, and he had no interest in welcoming the group of ignorant freshmen, but he had to go.As a student of Hogwarts, or because of his mask as a student, he had to endure these things. The successful ones were songbirds who were good at hibernating. Riddle was quite adept at advancing and retreating in this regard.

He walked very slowly, reluctantly, his brows were furrowed like a blade, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fate met him abruptly at the next corner. Walking through the familiar corridor, another figure suddenly appeared in the shadow of the huge colonnade.

The man appeared too silently, and he grabbed his wand suddenly under the tense spirit.

The attack spell was still hesitating in his throat, but the opponent turned around first, without a wand, and seemed not to intend to attack him.

This was Riddle's first impression of that oriental girl, and then he slowly saw what kind of figure stood in the dark shadow.

Oriental, slender and petite, black hair, a pair of watery eyes, seems to cry at any moment.

She is a very beautiful girl.

The boy quickly retrieved his memory and was convinced that he had never seen such a person. The style of the other person's dress was rather strange, as if it was out of tune with this era. His information network did not capture that there would be exchange activities at the school this semester. , then this strange girl in front of her is probably a new professor.

It didn't take a second to make this judgment, but he hesitated for a moment when he found Peeves suddenly appearing behind the girl carrying stones and preparing to have a big fight.

Do you want to remind her?

In all fairness, he really wanted to see how the new professor was doing, but if she really made a fool of herself in front of him, he couldn't guarantee whether the new professor from the East would have any strange prejudices against him who was standing by.Regarding how to please the professor, Riddle is probably already considered an expert, but he doesn't want to spend more time correcting her impending prejudice now.

Besides, she had already seen him.

First impressions matter, whether wizards or Muggles.

So he still made a sound, and by the way gave Peeves a moderate punishment curse.The stone was suddenly bounced off behind the girl, and the startled girl couldn't help taking two steps closer to Riddle.

Doesn't look like a capable professor.

The boy curled his lips, trying his best to look concerned and considerate.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course she's fine!" Peeves screamed, "Riddle doesn't obey the school rules! It's time for the sorting ceremony!"

It's just that it immediately changed into a sharper tone and joked: "Of course she's fine, after all, our beloved Riddle saved her! Tsk tsk, look at what a great deed I have done, you all have to thank me !"

Peeves looked quite happy, and even hummed a tune and danced on the spot: "Hey, ruthless Riddle, passionate little girl, the vulgarity of heroes saving the beauty begins, let us wait for them to cry for love~ "

"Peves..." Riddle took a deep breath and said, "I remember I still have an appointment with Barrow today, do you want to come together?"

Peeves' excited dance steps came to an abrupt end, his eyes widened, and then he flinched and said: "No, no, no... Riddle, the big red man of His Royal Highness Barrow, I'm leaving now, I'm just talking nonsense, you Such generosity will definitely not mind..."

Before the words fell, the little guy slipped away and disappeared.

The boy's brows furrowed even more. Peeves was afraid of the bloody Barrow, and even he still had to rely on Barrow's majesty to drive him away. This was undoubtedly a kind of contempt for him.

The girl's voice suddenly broke his contemplation: "Thank you for saving me just now, I don't know your name yet?"

Accurate grammar, but revealing an uncontrollable rustiness, it is obvious that she is not a native speaker of English.

"Riddle, Tom Riddle" began his most disgusting self-introduction procedure a thousand times ten thousand times: "A student of Slytherin. Who are you?"

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Daiyu, my name is Lin Daiyu."

Riddle silently recited this strange oriental name several times in his heart, wondering if it came from oriental magic, this name made him feel indescribably familiar, intimate and repulsive, intertwined like vines growing on the wall, but Suddenly barren before the heavy snow... It's just a strange name.

He shook his head and smiled again: "Miss Lin, are you a new professor? Are you lost? Do you want me to take you to the lobby?"

Daiyu lowered her head when she heard the sound, a red cloud of embarrassment flew over her ears: "I really don't remember the way I came here, as if someone told me to go to the hall, but I don't remember if she said how to get there It's..."

"Then I'll take you there."

Riddle said patiently: "I happen to be going there too, so follow me."

After all, he led the way.

The girl had nothing to do, so she had to follow.

Just before taking two steps, the boy stopped suddenly. Daiyu was startled and almost bumped into him.

He turned his head stiffly, and even looked at her in disbelief: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He thought for a while, and then said stiffly: "The road is not far, you don't need the flying spell."

The Dongfang girl took two steps back, and said shyly, "I'm sorry, did I scare you? But I only walk like this..."

She thought for a moment, then sank her body a little, and the edge of her dress was completely buried in the floor, but this made her look even weirder.

But Riddle moved closer to her, his dark eyes looked straight at her pupils, with a hint of questioning, but his tone was well-behaved and harmless: "Sorry, professor, this is the first time I see you, so can you Tell me what kind of magic is this?"

"But I don't know your magic..."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, even though it was still raining heavily outside the corridor at this moment.

The girl added in a low voice: "You said you are a student here, but I'm not a professor... I don't know how I got here... You must have misunderstood..."

Riddle obviously didn't listen to a single word of what was said later.

Not a professor?

and many more?

Then what's the point of him helping her?

He took a deep breath and asked hopefully, "Then which professor's friend are you...?"

Daiyu took a step back dejectedly, her expression becoming more distressed: "Sorry, I...don't remember."

What kind of Merlin's smelly socks joke is this?

do not remember?Does she know what she is talking about?

But before he could get angry, the girl preemptively said angrily: "You don't want to take me with me, I'll go by myself, why are you getting angry?"

After saying that, he walked around him and planned to leave on his own. Riddle didn't have time to think, reached out and grabbed her sleeve, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, I didn't offend..."

But the sleeve passed through his hand without hindrance like a light smoke, and only a coolness like a breeze told him that he had indeed passed through her sleeve just now.

Damn it, he's actually only now able to confirm that this oriental girl is really not human.

But what is she?

Daiyu didn't explain to him.

The boy who froze in place only remembered the pair of eyes full of tears under the girl's frowning eyebrows before she walked away.

She shouldn't be crying.

Lightning flashed across the sky suddenly, and the pale light swept everything. In the momentary loss of color, he clearly saw the girl's slender back turned transparent, and he could even see the winding ancient stone patterns on the wall through her.

ghost.

When the thunder came, Riddle once again remembered the cup of tea he wanted.

The edge of the white porcelain cup glides with delicate warm light, and the bottom is scattered with tired tea leaves. At that time, he saw the prophecy about his own destiny.

Death and love.