Vodai Ecstasy

13

The night was deep, and even the portraits on the wall fell asleep one after another, if they could still dream.

Malfoy lay in the cozy and warm eiderdown, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.On the dark green curtains there was a lingering light of water, and after the boy No.30 turned over seven times, he finally couldn't help but speak: "I don't understand, how did you do it."

"I've explained it to the professor."

The other party's reply was surprisingly quick. It seemed that his quietness before was just an illusion, this guy wasn't asleep at all.

Malfoy couldn't help gritting his teeth, and Dippet's expression of hating iron and steel appeared in front of his eyes again: "Malfoy, there is indeed no trace of magical tampering in this notebook, but most of the runes written on it are healing The spell, and part of it, should just be Riddle's graffiti..."

"You mean that there is something wrong with my understanding of the rune?" Malfoy said angrily, "How do you explain the weird image on it? Is there such a bloody research content in our courses?"

"Hey, can I say something," Riddle, who has always been silent, finally couldn't help but interjected: "These pictures are from "Curses and Medicine in the Middle Ages". I have recently become interested in the Middle Ages and am preparing to write a paper on it.”

Perhaps out of sympathy for Malfoy's unreasonable troubles, Dumbledore said: "Actually, Malfoy can't be blamed entirely, Riddle, why did you put the blindfold spell on this notebook?"

The black-haired boy said innocently: "There are always many people who want to copy my notes and homework, but I think it's not good for students to copy directly. If they don't understand, they can ask me directly. I'm really happy to explain it to them. .”

Slughorn sighed and handed his wands back to the two students respectively.Dumbledore glanced at Riddle, but said nothing.

"Riddle, you go first, Malfoy stay."

Dippet's last words summed up Malfoy's behavior that day.

farce.

"Riddle, tell me." The boy's gray eyes were extraordinarily bright in the darkness: "What did you do, did you use black magic?"

Turned over on the other side, seemed a little impatient: "Your breaking spell can't break my magic, there is nothing in that notebook, except that blindfold."

"You knew I'd take that notebook?"

"Then can you use your brain a little and give me a different surprise?" The boy sneered and sat up from the bed: "Malfoy, what do you think you saw? The Unforgivable Curse? You forgot that the Ministry of Magic is Is there a trace on the wand? Check the wand? Why don't you go to Hufflepuff with your regular brain? If you want to bring down your opponent, you have to know who he is first!"

"Then why did you tell me this, do you want to be a life mentor?" Malfoy's voice was full of anger. To be honest, he had had enough. Why should he be taught by Riddle, who did he think he was?Yes, not only Riddle, but also Nord, and even Nord is laughing at him for being overconfident, but why?How noble does he think he is, this is just a school, does he feel proud to have his own small group?Why doesn't he go to the Ministry of Magic to make a big fuss if he has the skills, and make these calculations all day long. Running around wearing a smiling mask, there are still so many people who like him.

"There are no gods in the wizarding world, and power is the only creed." Riddle's voice sounded like a ruthless ghost in the gloomy night: "And you have neither power nor brains, only the ambition that may be crushed at any time, What do you think you can do with your father and your family?"

"You!" Malfoy soon found that he was unable to make a sound again, and even his hands and feet were numb for a while, but after a while he was paralyzed on the bed and could not move.

Damn Riddle, curse him again.Didn't he still talk about You Zongsi just now?

The dark green in front of him was suddenly pulled away by a pale hand, and the black-haired boy looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of disdain: "Of course you are still useful, son of the school manager, but my patience is limited, next time, you either learn to be quiet, or you learn to obey."

Malfoy couldn't speak, but his eyes definitely told Riddle: Don't even think about it.

Riddle was not a fool, the boy sneered, then opened his mouth and made a series of noises that made Malfoy's hair stand on end.

The sound was weird and penetrating, especially in such a dark night, Malfoy didn't know any other spell that sounded like this, like wire across glass, and the sound made his hands and feet cold.

A large python crawled out from nowhere, stroked the cold floor, and stood unimpeded in front of Malfoy's bed. Its sharp red eyes stared straight at the immobile boy on the bed. It's a threatening warning.

Riddle didn't seem to be surprised by the sudden appearance of the big snake. On the contrary, he looked at Malfoy's increasingly frightened expression with admiration, and chuckled, "Are you scared?"

The big snake wrapped itself around Riddle's hand and rubbed the boy affectionately like a dog, terrifying and weird.

"Malfoy, how long have you lived in this house?" Riddle sneered, "You basically searched through all my things in order to find evidence of my research on black magic, but you just didn't find a secret line in this house." Do you know?"

The boy shook his head regretfully: "So you see, with your power of observation, you still want to continue to stand out?" He looked at the big snake beside him as if casually, and said softly: "Salazar Slytherin would also say Snake language, right?"

Fear gripped Malfoy's heart firmly like an ice knife. Perhaps only at a critical juncture can a person analyze his situation soberly. For the first time, Malfoy clearly realized that the boy in front of him was an out-and-out What's more frightening is that Riddle is a madman who is both smart and powerful.

He was indeed no match for Riddle, and Riddle's icy eyes in the darkness clearly conveyed this to him.The long-standing camouflage is being gradually peeled off, and the real monster begins to stretch out its sinister fangs. The east wind is coming, and the cold winter will take away all vulnerable flowers and leaves.

"This is the last time, Malfoy." The boy's smile was like a dangerous poisonous snake: "Next time I won't have the patience to play with you."

It had been raining all day, and there were few pedestrians on the streets of Hogsmeade. Mrs. Barker yawned and waved her wand lazily.The wooden bird on the shop door hurriedly flew into the shop, the door lock fell with a bang, and the door just happened to be completely closed.

The weather is getting colder every day, but it is always raining. Mrs. Cole tightened her woolen cloak, and planned to go to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot cocoa, and then retreated into her bed. She remembered that she had only read half of the novel last time. Well, there aren't many guests today anyway, so it's better to let her have a good rest.

The wooden floor creaked and screamed under the woman's actions, as if the house was complaining about the carelessness of the owner.

Reality is always extremely skinny. In the darkness, a huge cabinet suddenly opened, and a figure jumped out of it, which really shocked her.

"Merlin's socks!" The witch took a big step back, holding her wand in front of her in a defensive posture, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the person coming: "Tom, can you stop being so silent every time you appear?" Damn it, if you do this again, I will lock the cabinet."

"Sorry." The pale and slender teenager walked out with a smile: "I thought you were still in business."

The fat lady shrugged: "It's a terrible weather, and there are no customers for business."

The young man lit the fireplace familiarly, and his face finally turned a little bloody under the light of the fire: "That's just enough for us to talk about the things I ordered."

The witch waved her wand reluctantly at the counter, and a piece of parchment with a tattered edge flew into his hand: "This is the final supply list. I still don't understand, you investigate the school's storage this year What's the point of that pile of junk?" She yawned again, and Riddle put a few Galleons in her hands.

The witch weighed the weight in dissatisfaction: "If your school has always liked to collect those useless junk, I wouldn't sell this list to you so cheaply."

The boy smiled politely: "Thank you for your hard work, but I don't think the price is too bad. It's just a useless list, isn't it?"

"If it doesn't work, will you come to me to buy it?" The witch raised her eyebrows, and the businessman's shrewdness still leaked from those small eyes.

The boy shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe I also got the habit of picking up trash in school. Your list may really be worthless to others."

"Forget it, forget it." The witch waved her hand: "I have two new oriental gadgets in my warehouse, do you want to have a look?"

"I can't ask for it."

Riddle didn't see what he wanted from the witch's warehouse, and he wasn't too disappointed. This kind of thing is really common, and both he and the witch accepted this fact frankly.

When the boy left the shop, it was still raining lightly. The witch cursed the damn weather, and said casually, "Don't you go back from the closet? This weather is not friendly to your new robe."

"There are still some things that need to be dealt with. I will take the carriage back later." The boy propped up a large transparent umbrella with his magic wand, and his polite smile remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Your child is always like this." The witch shook her head, "Be careful not to be caught by the school."

"You won't let me be caught either." The boy smiled and turned his head slightly, already intending to end this boring dialogue.

"you……"

"I'm sorry for now."

The witch's words were still stuck in her throat, and the boy's sudden interruption made her very uncomfortable, but this usually calm boy obviously wouldn't take it into consideration now.Before Mrs. Barker could react, he took his long legs and disappeared into the rain.

I even forgot to hold an umbrella.

Mrs. Barker squinted her eyes, but the gradually noisy rain curtain made her unable to see clearly what was the reason for the boy to run away suddenly.All she could do was grumble a few times, lamenting that no one was young enough, and then wandered slowly back to her cabin, like a hermit crab slowly retracting into a dilapidated shell.

Riddle didn't care what the witch he left behind thought. In fact, the heavy rain couldn't make his confused brain clear, so it wasn't until he successfully blocked the slender figure in the corner that he realized that he suddenly Forget why you want to catch up.

Just like the soul in front of me, why did it appear here again after it had already left.

The two stalemate awkwardly in the rain.

The raindrops passed through the ghost's body and landed on the puddles on the ground, splashing layers of ripples. The boy's black hair was already soaked, and there were crystal raindrops hanging on his slender eyelashes. He blinked in discomfort , the thin lips opened and closed again, and the usual eloquence was useless until now.

"You are so anxious...but you know me?"

The ghost seemed a little unbearable, and opened his mouth softly.

The boy was stunned for a moment, but the shock was quickly suppressed by him.Pale fingers clenched and loosened secretly, he pretended to be relaxed and spoke with a strange hoarse voice:

"Yes, I know, very familiar."

He carefully observed the girl's puzzled expression, and it seemed that the girl had really forgotten him.

The boy took a breath, and adjusted the corners of his mouth into an upward arc: "My name is Tom, Tom Riddle, Daiyu, and I am... your lover."

The girl's eyes widened suddenly, water dripped from the boy's pale face, but her expression was serious like never before.