Vodai Ecstasy

11

It was still raining continuously outside the classroom, and the air was cold and gloomy. Combined with the howling wind in the forest, it tended to drag the winter day out of the cave in advance.

"Muggles are afraid of ghosts, mostly out of fear of death..."

Professor Duff was still chattering on the podium, and Malfoy unrolled the ball of paper in his hand out of boredom. The word "traitor" was clearly written on it with magic potion, and he also drew an ugly dancing figurine for him.

He looked around, and no one recognized that it was his masterpiece.

Those who listened carefully to the lectures, those who were distracted, those who hurriedly rushed to do their homework, in short, no one could meet his questioning eyes.

A group of cowards who dare to do what they dare not to do.

Even if he is not the whistleblower, let alone the culprit who caused the deduction of points, he still has to face such a stigma thrown out of thin air.No one believed that the stupid and irascible Gryffindor would expose Riddle's plan and send Slytherin's best student to such an embarrassing end.However, they didn't dare to blame Riddle and his accomplices, their anger couldn't find an outlet, and finally fell on themselves.

The Malfoy family has fallen to this point?He didn't remember being able to let others bully him to such an extent.

It was just Riddle's previous reminder, his indifference that everything was still under control, and Nord's warning made Malfoy suspect that all of this was actually at Riddle's behest.It's just that he didn't understand how Riddle could contact those Gryffindors who reported at the right time. Obviously, when he went to find Slughorn, no one knew that he was going to change dormitories, or that Riddle was in After knowing that he changed the dormitory, he temporarily asked Nord to stage a bitter trick?

But what about the purpose?

In order to isolate him, how could he mobilize so many people?To be honest, even though he was forced by his father to compete for the prefect, Malfoy didn't think he had much chance of winning against Riddle.What's more, isn't he afraid that his approval rating will plummet if he fails to paint a tiger?

Malfoy had to admit that he was less and less able to understand Riddle's thinking.

The boy turned his face. The black-haired boy was sitting in the corner of the first row, and seemed to be taking notes seriously, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth. Malfoy hated that smile that hadn't changed for thousands of years for no reason.

"...doom is not always the ally of ghosts, but most of the time, people need to find an outlet for their angry emotions..."

The dark-haired boy glanced ahead, and Malfoy noticed that his position was very close to the ghost assistant who had been sitting quietly.Obviously, the oriental girl deliberately moved away. She listened carefully to the dwarf professor's explanation, and didn't seem to care about Riddle's eyes drifting past from time to time.

Malfoy couldn't help but sneered, if the girl wasn't a dead soul, he might really think that these two were made for each other.

On the point of being able to pretend, the two really have the same tacit understanding.

He turned his face again, Nord sat on the other side of the classroom, lowered his head as if he was listening carefully, and it was really easy to find him if he didn't look carefully.

After spending most of the night alone in the haunted house, it was obvious that Nord's great achievements had spread throughout the school, and even his obsession with the ghost lady turned into a very popular topic of conversation, just as the two in this story When the protagonists meet again, the girl is ignorant and the boy doesn't say a word. There is really no punishment for any node that can excite the audience.

As boring as this class.

"...So the original sin of ghosts is nothing more than that they always bear the anger of human beings." Professor Duff finally sorted out the textbook on the podium: "Today's lesson is almost like this, I remember I assigned it to you earlier. Everyone has done the thesis homework very well, of course there are very few exceptions..." Her emerald green pupils scanned around: "Now I will send them to you."

The professor waved his magic wand, and the snow-white paper flew from the podium like a bird in front of everyone.

"If you have any questions about homework, you can come to the office to find me at any time."

"professor."

A male voice interrupted her, and Riddle raised his hand in his seat.Facing the professor's questioning eyes, he smiled lightly and said, "Sorry, professor, I haven't received my homework."

Duff frowned, she shook her head and said, "Honey, I haven't received your homework. I have registered all the homework, and there is no record of your handing in homework on the list."

Riddle stood up calmly, and said puzzledly: "But professor, I obviously handed over my homework to our teaching assistant, Ms. Lin, last week."

All eyes turned to the slender ghost, the girl's eyes widened, and her hands suddenly clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand.

"Miss Lin?" Duff looked at Daiyu seriously, as if encouraging her to give a negative answer.

The girl frowned and thought for a while, it seemed that recalling was not an easy task for her.

Riddle looked quite patient and confident, and Malfoy couldn't help but sneered: "I can't even remember such a trivial thing, how can this kind of amnesiac be qualified to be a teaching assistant."

Not loud, but enough for the entire classroom to hear.

"Malfoy!"

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Nord's voice, but a slightly thin female voice. Malfoy turned his face, and a round-faced girl stood up from her seat, staring at him rather angrily, like a bird about to explode furry orange cat.

He knew this girl, Olivia Scheer, Ravenclaw Seeker, a Muggleborn.

Malfoy sneered, he just happened to be in a bad mood, did he really think that everyone in this world would spoil her?

The blond boy stood up from his seat without showing any weakness, and put a mocking smile on his lips: "Is there any problem with what I said, my classmate? Has this respectable Miss Phantom ever done anything in her position?" ?Oh, no, or did she ever do the slightest bit as a teaching assistant? Did she teach us magic? Did she help the professor with any teaching preparation? Now that she can't even do the simplest sending and receiving homework, then she What is the purpose of coming here? Is her mission to chat with some students?"

"You are a personal attack! I think there is nothing wrong with taking this position with Miss Lin's knowledge, but what do you know? Have you ever understood her?" Shell was also furious, but this time the blow was really weak.

"Oh? Then who knows her? She doesn't even know who she is!" After that, Malfoy laughed wantonly.

"Enough!" The professor and Nord said at the same time.

The heroine in the center of the topic just tightly held the silk handkerchief in her hand, and bit her lower lip hard, not knowing what she was thinking.

But the boy obviously didn't intend to stop there. Malfoy turned his eyes to the professor and said seriously: "Professor, you must know that your teaching assistant is not competent. Judging from your current teaching situation, it is obvious that Miss Phantom told you Most of the ghost traits do not match. I would like to ask you, why did you choose an exception to take up this position, or is this teaching assistant just a random addition to keep her here?"

Before Duff could answer, Riddle suddenly interrupted: "Malfoy, I think, if you insist that Miss Lin is unqualified, maybe we can submit it to the school board for review. But now, I think the problem is that my homework is going to go to school." It's just where it is."

After all, those black eyes met Daiyu's tear-filled eyes again, and the girl's brows became more and more wrinkled, obviously aware of her embarrassing situation.The boy had no intention of rescuing her, and even intensified his efforts to tear her embarrassment apart in front of everyone.

"We can discuss the homework in private." Professor Duff said coldly, "I will deduct points for anyone who messes around in class."

Daiyu glanced at Dafu with some gratitude, but said firmly: "Professor, I remembered... Riddle did hand in this homework." She took a light breath and continued: " But I really don't know where that assignment is now, I will look for it when I go back, and regarding the question about the competence that the student said, I don't think I'm suitable for this position... I've been bothering you all this time."

After that, she floated away as quickly as if she had lost all her strength. Duff chased two steps forward and stopped in front of the ghost.

"Daiyu, you don't have to be like this, you are my guest." Duff said seriously.

"Miss Lin is indeed our guest," the black-haired boy said suddenly, "I think I can repeat the homework questions to the professor. They are all in my head, so you don't have to do this, Miss Lin."

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up a bit viciously, and Malfoy's voice sounded unwillingly again: "What is this? Wasting our time watching this farce of yours?"

"Malfoy, you can get out if you can't stand it!" Shell drew out his wand, as if ready to attack him at any time.

The Eastern ghost suddenly laughed: "You don't have to be like this."

She fixed her eyes on Riddle, as if he was the one who started this farce: "Someone wants me to leave, so I just leave, why bother to play such a big show, anyway, I am a person without a home, and Why stay here to be disgusting."

After saying that, the girl's figure lightly disappeared outside the door.

As if she had never been there.

Duff chased after him, Riddle sat down slowly, the classroom was chaotic, but these were all far away from him, he just sat there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until a voice sounded in front of him, suppressing anger and unwillingness: "You promised not to hurt her."

He was familiar with the voice, the voice he had admired and now hated, Ian Nord.

The black-haired boy raised his head, and the boy in front of him clenched his fists, as if ready to fight him at any time, he chuckled softly: "I promised, but you have seen it all," he shrugged: "I defended her, It is Lin himself who wants to leave."

"Obviously it's you..." Nord took a deep breath, almost breaking the wand in his hand.

"What's wrong with me?" Riddle sneered: "With Duff and the others, the school director will never pass Malfoy's questioning, and what's missing is my thesis. Can't I even ask? Or do you think Should I have quarreled with Malfoy on the spot like that Ravenclaw? If you think that's appropriate, where were you just now, and why didn't you make a sound?"

For a perfect reason, if you ignore your feelings and positions, Nord lowered his head and said unwillingly: "...What exactly do you want to do? Dead souls do not pose any threat to you."

Riddle's eyes were as cold as frozen jade, he got up and straightened his clothes and said, "What does it have to do with you, as long as you play your own knight well."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the textbooks on the table and got up to leave.

The corridor was a bit cold, which just relieved Riddle of his impending explosion.

What does he want to do?

What did he want to do to get them to ask?So what if he personally burned his paper while Daiyu was leaving?He succeeded.

Malfoy did fall into the trap and became his pawn to exclude Daiyu, but it was not Nord who came to play opposite to Malfoy, which surprised him a little.

But it doesn't matter, that oriental girl has been in the limelight too much, love and hatred are inseparable twins, she must suffer some setbacks.

That damned owl in Nord's house actually grabbed him when he tried to take the letter, and it should have been given to Nagini, and Riddle didn't know what he was thinking at the time, so he just sent it to Nagini like that. let go.

Maybe after staying with that ghost for a long time, my IQ really dropped a bit.

that ghost...

She stared at her appearance at the end, it seemed that she already knew that these were all written by him.He is indeed a smart person, but he was so stupid that he wanted to get close to Nord at the critical moment. That idiot didn't have any real useful information to tell her. No wonder she spent so many years wandering around in vain.

However, the boy quietly clenched his fists, and when he saw her biting her lower lip tightly, those bloodless lips suddenly became a little bright red, and he found himself inexplicably having a strange impulse.There is no trace of planning, throwing away all the cloak of rationality, only dominated by emotions.

He suddenly wanted to touch it up with his hands, to release the lips from under the white teeth, and then let him taste those lips, what kind of taste is it.