Vodai Ecstasy

"You man, why did you suddenly have a fever?"

The ghost's pale hand lightly rested on the boy's forehead. The boy lying on the bed blinked, and his fingers moved slightly, but he still let the girl's hand briskly retreat.

"I think it seems that the fever is gone, have you taken your medicine properly?"

"Well, take it." There was a brisk smile in the boy's eyes: "Mrs. Gray's medicine is really bad."

"Didn't it mean that the good medicine tastes bitter?" Daiyu thought for a while, "You can take some sugar to supplement it. It would be great if there were candied fruit."

"Candied fruit?"

"Well... I was sick before, and I always kept a lot at home. The candied fruit of the supplementary medicine is extra sweet. If I drink it with the medicine, I won't be so tired. It's just that I drink too much medicine, and I get used to it. Eat the fruit. It doesn't matter if you don't eat it." The girl looked out the window and murmured, as if she didn't realize that she was talking about things that she had forgotten.

"...Do you often get sick?" The boy narrowed his eyes and consciously slowed down his voice.

The girl smiled lightly: "I have been taking medicine since I was able to eat and drink, and it will never get better. When I was three years old, a monk with a scarlet head came to make me a monk, and my parents were reluctant to let me go. They only said that I would never hear crying in my life. , all relatives and friends with other surnames other than parents are not seen, so that they can live a safe life. At that time, they only thought that he was talking nonsense, who would have thought..."

Riddle waited quietly for the next sentence, but after a while, Daiyu woke up as if awakened from a dream, and turned to him and asked, "Why haven't you spoken for a long time, but are you tired?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you remember what we just said?"

"...Are you saying that the medicine that madam gave you is terrible?" Daiyu frowned and thought for a while, unsure, "Or did I say something else? I suddenly couldn't remember."

"...It's nothing." The boy shook his head: "I just thought, it might take a little later before I can take you back to school."

"What happened?"

"Hmm... a student accidentally fell from the tower, the professors took it very seriously, and the security of the school has been strengthened." The boy's expression was indifferent, as if he was describing a matter that had nothing to do with him.

"But it's serious?" The girl frowned, and said anxiously: "Why are you all so skinny, you don't take your body seriously, and you are injured and sick, is it just to make others feel sorry for you?"

"Are you distressed?" The boy frowned slightly, and added: "Who is distressed?"

The ghost suddenly blushed, turned around and said, "What are you talking about..." She paused for a moment, and continued: "Is that child okay? And you... are just sick, so don't take a good rest at such an early night , why are you running here?"

"I might not be able to come back for a few days, so I'll tell you." The boy sat up from the bed, rubbed his forehead, and automatically ignored her last question: "I should go."

"I won't talk about you if you don't obey the school rules... The night is cool, so don't do this next time."

The boy's hand rested on the doorknob, and he turned his head to look at the ghost who was still standing there, but the other party still didn't look at him.Riddle smiled, but did not respond: "Aren't you going to send me off?"

The girl got annoyed, stomped her feet and said angrily: "You are really a good-looking person who got cheap, this time you are sick, you are not allowed to lie on my bed next time."

The boy laughed more wantonly: "You can't sleep."

After all, he disappeared outside the door in a flash of ease.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, but she just sighed helplessly. She turned and looked out the window. The moonlight was just right, but she couldn't see the boy leaving.

The girl stretched out her hand with a dazed expression, as if she wanted to catch the handful of silver moonlight.

"Crossing the shadow of a crane in the cold pond, burying the soul of poetry in the cold moon..."

There is no lake here.

Only this full moon quietly shines on this foreign soul whose past has been incomplete.

From Grande's inn, there are three secret passages leading to Hogwarts.Riddle stopped in front of an old tree after the apparition, he reached out his hand to touch the rough branch, the dark hole quietly appeared in the silent night, and the boy jumped down without the slightest hesitation.

The secret passage was pitch black, the soil was damp and slightly stingy, the boy covered his mouth and nose slightly, and lit his wand.

In fact, it has been walked countless times. This road is not the closest road. It ends at the marble sculpture in front of the Hogwarts library.Riddle would randomly choose a secret passage every time he came back from Hogsmeade, maybe this would be a little safer.He wasn't worried that Daiyu would be discovered by others, at least for the time being, Shell fell very hard, and due to the influence of Angelik's transformation spells, she could only squeak like a mouse so far. The Muggle father rushed to the school as soon as he heard the news, but apart from the pain, the Muggle could do nothing about this kind of accident. Riddle guessed that he would suspend Schell from school, at least a suspension from school. Continue to study.

He has already changed Shell's memory of Daiyu, and Riddle is very confident in his ability to tamper with memory. If it weren't for that oriental ghost who is immune to all spells, he can definitely create a past memory for her, so that Come to save a lot of trouble.

that ghost...

He believed that the reason why the ghost came to Hogwarts must be because there was something very related to her, and it was most likely the object she was attached to.And judging from the fact that Daiyu was still lingering in Hogsmeade after being driven away by him, his conjecture was not fanciful.

Items that can be attached to the soul are very rare. That kind of thing often has strong magic power, otherwise the story about the magic lamp would not have spread to the Muggle world. It is just that this item should not satisfy others like the magic lamp The wish, its additional attribute may be immunity to all kinds of magic, just like that ghost.

If he can obtain this ability... then it will be the same as the Muggle boy who accidentally obtained the magic lamp. Unlike that boy, Riddle can use this power to do more meaningful things instead of wasting it On personal pointless squandering.

What made the boy even more excited was that currently no other wizard realized that this legendary existence was hidden in Hogwarts, so as long as he moved quickly, that thing would definitely be in his pocket.

Hogwarts bought a lot of magical items this year. He checked the list of items that had been counted. There were several items from the East. He searched them one by one, but he didn't get what he wanted.But this can only be regarded as his bad luck for the time being. Mrs. Barker’s supply list still has some unidentified sundries, and he failed to find out where they are stored. Daiyu's own induction might be more effective.

Maybe he was a little too hasty to attack Schell. After the school's security measures are strengthened, it will be very troublesome to sneak Daiyu here. He can only wait for Christmas, when most of the students will leave, this is his chance.

It would be great if he could cast an invisibility spell on Daiyu, but unfortunately he can only cast a simple tracking magic on the red rope on the ghost system, and it is still impossible to make her invisible.

Things were troublesome, but fortunately he was patient enough.

There was a cold wind pouring in from the front, and the boy was already close to the exit position. He took out the Marauder's Map in his arms to confirm that there were no other people's footprints, and then Riddle was relieved to get out of the secret passage.

The secret passage was cold and damp, but compared with the cool night wind, I don't know which one is stronger. The boy clenched his wand tightly, carefully avoiding the silver moonlight between the pillars, and quickly walked into the steps leading to the ground.

In the middle of the night, the campus has fallen into a deep sleep. As usual, no one noticed his actions except for the drowsy portrait of the gatekeeper.

The portrait is of a seldom-spoken jazz, who performs the task of guarding the gate meticulously, but always ignores the Slytherin students going out in the middle of the night, so I don't know if he can be regarded as an upright gatekeeper.

Integrity... He couldn't help but sneer, but what's the use of that kind of thing?

But he was really sleepy, and when he opened the door, there was no one else in the dark room.The soft hiss of a coiled snake came from the corner:

"Two children came to see you."

"……Who?"

"It should be called Stian and Nord... I can't always tell them apart, and I don't think there is any difference..."

The boy smiled in the dark: "Let's talk about it tomorrow morning." He lay down safely in the warm eiderdown quilt, and his voice gradually became dull: "... Anyway, there are only a few things to deal with now."

Nagini spat out the snake letter and got back into its hole.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was twilight.

The sleeping boy was awakened by a few knocks on the door, and he frowned impatiently: "Who?"

"Are you awake?" The boy's voice outside the door was a little low: "Stian is leaving."

... Nord.

Riddle didn't remember any extraordinary friendship between him and Stian. He rubbed his eyes and replied, "Come right away."

Stian took the initiative to confess to the school the whole process of Shell's accident. He was practicing the Transformation Curse on the tower and accidentally hit Shell passing by. He didn't realize that it was a person, but thought it was an ordinary mouse. During the fight, the cage flew out of the window, and Schell, who was locked in the cage as a mouse, was unfortunately injured.

Accordingly, Stian was expelled from school and apologized to Schell for compensation.

The reason seemed absurd, but it really seemed like something children of this age could do. They checked Stian's wand, and it was indeed the spell issued by his wand.

It was exactly the same as Riddle's plan at the beginning. Riddle fell asleep in the school infirmary that day. Even though Dumbledore looked at him suspiciously, he had only one answer. After all, they all witnessed his coma, and Mrs. The medicine he poured.

So what if it turns out he used a wand?Just a disarm spell, doesn't say what he did, maybe he just helped, or maybe it wasn't him at all.In any case, they could find no evidence of Riddle's evil.

Stian was standing in the Slytherin lounge with a suitcase of luggage. His parents were sullen, but they still shipped his belongings out first, leaving him to say a final goodbye to his friends.

But few people in the hall came to talk to him, only Nord stood next to him and comforted him, Riddle will come soon, he will definitely come, he is your friend.

Stian squeezed his fist and said nothing.

The black-haired boy finally appeared in the hall, with indelible tiredness in his eyes, but a rare seriousness on his face: "Are you leaving? How about I see you off?"

As if he never thought that he really came, Stian was a little dazed, he suddenly wiped the corners of his red eyes, grinned and said: "No, let's stop here. Various things in the past two days... ...You probably didn't sleep well either."

Riddle didn't speak.

Stian bit his lower lip and said hesitantly, "Quidditch in two days..."

"We'll win." Riddle smiled.

The brown-haired boy exhaled and grinned: "I know, you can. Then I'll go."

"Ah."

Stian ran two steps forward, but couldn't help but stop, and said softly, "Riddle...we are friends, right?"

Riddleton nodded, then chuckled again: "...Of course."

Stian didn't speak any more, and the boy's figure quickly disappeared into the dark passage.

Riddle turned around and planned to leave, but Nord on the side stopped him: "If Stian didn't take the initiative to stand up..." He squeezed his fist: "...you will still use him as a scapegoat, right? "

The black-haired boy looked at him suspiciously, then walked away with a chuckle:

"...what do you say?"

Riddle's footsteps were very soft, but Nord suddenly heard the cold slap of the blade.