Vodai Ecstasy

12

The departure of the Eastern ghost was as sudden and inexplicable as her arrival. The students did not believe that the professor, who had always moved so fast, failed to catch up with the flying ghost. They even accepted the explanation that Duff just failed to persuade.Of course, Riddle knew that Duff really couldn't catch up with a soul that was not under the control of magic, especially if the latter insisted on leaving, it was useless to catch up.

He thought that seeing that ghost no longer would bring his life back on track. After all, he had spent too much time finding her origin. However, the fact is that he would still go to the library every day and sit in that familiar place in the corner. Also, no one would wake him up when he fell asleep, and he didn't fall asleep so easily.

After all, the figure of the Eastern Ghost disappeared in this castle. Some people regretted it, some people were sad, and some people were happy. Peeves, who has always been mischievous, regretted the disappearance of this bully target for a moment, and then devoted himself to more Endless mischief goes on.

Like most people, the ghost is just a hasty passerby on the deserted platform. When the autumn wind blows, Kazuki's bright and beautiful trees are destroyed, and finally weathered in the wasteland of memory.

Riddle internally approves of this approach.

After the ghost disappeared, he once reflected on his actions a little. Behind the dark green bed curtain of Slytherin, he looked up at the sparkling dark blue water patterns outside the window, a bit like the flowing skirt of the girl , It's really strange that after she left, he would think of her no matter what he did.

But he thought, this should be the best ending for that girl.

She is a smart person, but she will not show her absolute loyalty to him. Since magic cannot bind her, it is better to drive her away earlier to save more trouble later.

They cannot live in harmony.

He actually did another good thing, even though he never thought of himself as a good person.

But it's okay, this is the last time.

The long-delayed prefect election has finally arrived, and Malfoy's popularity has fallen to the bottom after he took the lead in driving away the ghost.Riddle didn't care about this. He originally planned to let Stian vote for Malfoy, so that he wouldn't be so embarrassing in the election, but now, he was thinking about whether it was necessary.

Malfoy's counterattack made him wait too long, even if he had enough patience, he couldn't help but feel tired.

The Chamber of Secrets was still clueless, and Malfoy's presence in the dormitory prevented him from practicing black magic freely. It was late autumn and the days were shortening, but he suddenly felt that the meaningless time suddenly became very long.

"If you look at the world from another angle, maybe you will find that there is not only one explanation for many things."

In the evening, under the dark purple sky, on the windy observatory, the bloody Barrow said to him: "If you look at this school from my perspective, you will find that this school is alive. A breath flows through its body like a blood vessel, as long as you pay attention enough, you can feel the rhythm of every pulse.”

Thanks to Barrow's guidance, Riddle gradually learned to easily know the activity track and psychological state of everyone in the school from various details, as long as he wanted.At the same time, he could clearly feel a huge monster hiding at the bottom of the castle.The rumors of that secret room were not groundless, he felt its hunger and bloodthirsty desire, and that voice resonated with his heart all the time.He could foresee that he would find the monster soon, that the demon was coming, and he was ready.

It's just that it's just a way to relieve boredom.

After the bloody killing, there is still endless paleness. To realize his wish, killing is only a last resort.

The only thing that is gratifying is that he gradually found some clues about the origin of the ghost in such boredom. Although he was not sure, it gave him a little way forward.What should the ghost be called?It is true that she is a soul, but she is not an ordinary undead, or, she is actually alive, this statement is more appropriate.

He didn't know what the school's professors had researched about the origin of the ghost. Riddle asked Slughorn and Duff insinuatingly. Obviously, the latter didn't have a good image of him, but the information they revealed Indeed confirmed his conjecture.

But what is her soul born from, this can only be found by himself slowly.

It was not so much that Riddle didn't think in the slightest that investigating a ghost that had gone away was a waste of time for him, it was more that he didn't realize that he found new pleasure in this kind of search.If it wasn't for Stian's reminder, he would almost have been in the library and missed the college meeting.

It seemed that even missing out wasn't a big deal, and even if Malfoy hadn't given up the race, no one would vote for him anymore, whether it was out of anger at betraying the academy, or because of the artificial coercion created by Angéric and the others.

His "friends" were all standing at the entrance waiting for his arrival, the boy walked in slowly, someone still reserved a seat for him, and Malfoy sat on the other side with a pale face and clenched fists.

Slughorn didn't announce the opening of the meeting until Riddle was completely seated. Riddle didn't listen carefully to what he said. His mind was full of the records about "spirits" he had just read in the library.

If it is really according to the Eastern way of thinking, everything in the world can become a spirit, then how can he know what kind of spirit Daiyu is?Why does she keep wandering?If she came to Hogwarts only because of the influence of her body, why would she lose her memory?Her memories, like being enchanted, will be completely cleared in a few days, like a compulsory punishment.

This girl is really an excellent research subject. If she doesn't leave so soon, Riddle has absolute confidence to write a research paper that will allow him to stay in school.

"Tom Riddle." Slughorn's voice pulled him back to the real world again, and the professor looked at his favorite student with a smile on his face: "Malfoy just explained his campaign manifesto, your manifesto is ready ?”

"Of course, Professor." Riddle smiled, then stood up and faced his audience.

The ending was already doomed, he seemed to be able to see the gradually tightening silk thread in the air, entwined around the hands and feet of everyone in the audience, and at the end of the intricate line, Riddle pulled the thread in his hand a few times with great interest.

Manipulating people's hearts is probably the most complicated and subtle knowledge. The boy is willing to study this kind of thing. Fear and desire are always the two most powerful lines. So far, no one has been able to escape the shackles of these two lines.

"...greatness breeds envy, envy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. Slytherins have always been responsible for the most misunderstandings and gossips, but our achievements will not be easily erased by these gossips."

Without even making any promises like traditional elections, the boy's unhurried voice easily caught everyone's emotions, or in other words, for different reasons, they actually had no other choice.

Malfoy left the table angrily, and Riddle accepted the prefect medal with a smile.Ru Chao's cheers almost overwhelmed this slender boy who was not tall.

The badge on his chest glowed with a cold light that was incompatible with the cheers. Riddle turned his head and glanced at the closed door, as if there was one person missing.

It wasn't her who came back.

The blond boy burst into the cheering crowd again, and with a storm of fury, he raised his wand, and a loud bang exploded over the din of voices.

Riddle turned his head and looked at him with interest.

With a cold face, Malfoy turned to Slughorn and said, "Professor, I have an objection. A student who studies black magic is not suitable to be a Slytherin prefect."

It seemed that he didn't expect Malfoy to run back so impulsively. Slughorn frowned. He turned his head to look at Riddle who was still smiling, and said seriously: "Malfoy, this joke is not funny, it will hurt your friendship."

"Friendship?" Malfoy sneered: "There must be that thing."

"I have evidence," the blond boy held up a note and continued: "This is Riddle's usual note, I haven't made any changes, professor, you should be able to see that there is no trace of magic on it, or you can check my The wand, which records what Riddle has researched, has far exceeded the scope allowed by the Ministry of Magic."

Slughorn glanced at Riddle hesitantly, but the other party showed no objection.He frowned and said seriously: "Malfoy, this question is not suitable for this occasion, you and me first..."

"Then how long are you going to protect him, Professor?" Malfoy sneered, "He can't deny that these are all his masterpieces, right? A student who studies black magic that can cause death, who knows if he has What about using the Unforgivable Curse where we can't see it? I applied for a test on the use of Riddle's wand, and I might find a different surprise."

He bit the word surprise very hard, as if he wanted to crush its bones and blood.

"Malfoy, if what you said is true, these are beyond the scope of the college's jurisdiction, and we have to find the headmaster to solve it." Slughorn sighed, and seemed to be a little reluctant to say.

"No, I think, for the sake of Slytherin's reputation, we can solve it openly here, professor, I apply to the school to check my dormitory, and this is my wand." Riddle handed his wand to Slug In Horn's hand, he said to Nord beside him: "Go and call the principal."

There was no promised response on Nord's blank face, and Riddle strode out without saying a word, like a walking machine, as he has been since the ghost left.

The younger students were whispering, but the older students looked on from the sidelines. There were still a few people hiding in the shadows of the crowd with vague expressions. Slughorn held the yew wand as if holding a hand. He was as uncomfortable as a burning iron rod, and Malfoy's pale fingers were still clutching Riddle's notebook tightly, as if he didn't trust to hand it over to the professor.

Principal Dippet came faster than expected, followed by Dumbledore, the professor of Transfiguration, with loose auburn hair, and his sharp eyes locked on the bored black-haired boy at once.

Riddle turned his face away indiscriminately, and Nord whispered to him: "When I went, the principal was discussing some issues with the professor."

The boy didn't say anything more, and Malfoy brought the note to Dippet with a cold face. Tom Riddle's name was clearly visible on the note.Malfoy opened the notebook, and there was a series of strange runes written on the yellowish pages, as well as several bloody pictures of a heart being pierced.

Dippet turned over a few more pages of the note, and the characters and images on it became more and more weird. Only a few dark words flashed from time to time, as if they were constantly emitting bloodthirsty breath through the paper.The headmaster frowned, but without saying a word, he just handed the notebook to Dumbledore.

The students started talking in low voices again, and even Stian, who was standing beside Riddle, couldn't help taking a step back. The boy squinted at this follower who was always clueless, but didn't speak.

Malfoy's face was still pale, and his anger finally calmed down gradually. The fear of unknown results and the joy of revenge were entangled in his heart, and his slender fingers trembled uncontrollably for a while.

He was still too impulsive, Malfoy thought, but the night before the ghost left, he did see a flash of green light in the library, and Riddle's low voice came clearly at that time:

"□□adaKed□□ra."

Riddle had used the Unforgivable Curse, and it was not known if that spell was successful or on whom.

Malfoy only knew that the Eastern Ghost was chased away by him the next day, and her best friend, Riddle, did not keep him, not even the slightest attempt.Malfoy had no reason to believe it was because Riddle had cast the Unforgivable Curse in front of her, and the two had fallen out.

He was still too impulsive at the time. If the ghost could come back and testify, then Riddle would not only face the end of being expelled from school, but he might also be sent directly to Azkaban.

Slughorn frowned and carefully checked Malfoy's and Riddle's wands, obviously he was not good at this kind of magic.

Nord always stood behind Riddle like a wooden man, with curly hair hanging down his forehead, his dark blue pupils were covered by the shadow of the broken hair, and no one could see his expression.

"I think we need to talk alone." After a while, Dumbledore closed his notebook.

"Wait, why?"

Malfoy wanted to protest, but Dippet came up and patted his head hard, with an unhappy expression: "Everyone go to my office, trust me, Malfoy."

Slughorn turned to look at Riddle. The boy smiled, but remained silent.