Vodai Ecstasy

02

Riddle missed the sorting ceremony.As he entered the Great Hall, the Sorting Hat was calling out the house of the last freshman:

"Hufflepuffs!"

The dome of the restaurant was thundering and lightning, but the long table in the corner burst into applause that was not inferior to the thunder. The students of the Snake Academy just twitched their mouths mockingly, and devoted themselves to the internal self-introduction.

He approached the long table in Slytherin, and Stian made room for him. He sat down at the table and dealt with the group of young and curious freshmen familiarly with an amiable smile. Was not questioned by any professor.

Some talkative students were whispering to the freshmen, teaching them how outstanding this senior who suddenly appeared was, which made people look up to them.These words flew into the black-haired boy's ears word for word. He enjoyed this sincere compliment, but turned his head and asked Nord across the long table as if he hadn't heard anything:

"Am I missing something?"

The other party looked up at him without putting down the book in his hand: "If you mean the sorting ceremony, it's probably nothing, it's the same every year."

"What are you looking at?" Riddle seemed suddenly interested: "The Birth of a Ghost? Are you going to take the class of ghost studies?"

"Well, yes." Nord nodded: "It's very interesting, let alone a new professor. I just inquired about it. She just came back from the East this summer. The magic in the East is very different from that in the West. Maybe she can teach Not sure about anything new.”

"Really?" Compared to the other party's excitement, Riddle just raised his eyebrows: "When did you study Eastern magic?"

He didn't want to admit that there was a magic system in this world that he didn't understand, but in fact, after thinking about it for a while, he could only silently accept this ruthless fact in his heart.Except for the few oriental students who were only two small men, they had dropped out of school last year because of family ties, and he really didn't know what the other side of the mainland was like.

He hated things that were out of his control.

"This holiday." Nord's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance: "My father gave me an introduction to Eastern magic, and the things described in it are unbelievable! The book said that they all learned magic in caves, and many People don't shy away from showing magic in front of Muggles, and they can even offer magic services at a price with Muggles! If it weren't for the war in the east, I would have asked my father to take me to see it with my own eyes."

"It sounds like it's following the dark wizard's claim," Riddle chuckled.

Nord also laughed, and before he could answer, Stian was attracted to him: "Dark Wizard? Is that Grindelwald? Nord, are you his supporter?"

"How is it possible?" Riddle smiled and condemned Stian's wild thinking: "Our Nord is not similar to those whores, is it?" His eyes looked at Nord, quite inquiring.

"Sometimes I think his proposition is pretty good." Stian said in a dazed voice, "Wizards are too cautious, and they value Muggles more than anything else."

Nord was noncommittal, shrugged: "Let's talk about it, after all, I don't know much about these."

"Stian probably forgot the massacres of wizards that Professor Binns said so many times," Riddle just smiled, and changed the subject: "Then Nord, you should have met the new professor? Which one?"

He looked at the professors' dining table, and to his surprise, he didn't find any new faces, only an empty seat beside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"She didn't come?"

Nord pursed his lips and replied: "It's rare for a new professor to miss the sorting ceremony, so I say you didn't miss anything." He closed the book and continued: "How is it? Do you want to take this class too?"

Riddle smiled and shook his head. His class schedule had been decided long ago during the holidays, and it had even been circulated among his followers. In fact, he had already completed the whole year of self-study courses, similar to the history of ghosts and magic. This kind of pedantic course is not his usual practical style.

It's just that this professor who doesn't show up is a bit interesting. He frowned slightly, recalling the oriental ghost he met in the corridor.

Riddle also didn't want to accept the fact that he might have been abrupt and even annoyed a professor, but he had to start thinking about the girl's true identity again. Characters from the East were too rare at this point in time, and as a ghost, she didn't Anyone who could get past Hogwarts' heavy defenses alone, and besides the fact that this new class was too subtle, Ghost Studies, sounded so dull, who would want to teach such a class.

So the most helpless and realistic conclusion is that that girl is very likely to be the professor who didn't show up.It can't be said that she is the only professor in Hogwarts who is confused, but the professor who is so confused that he can't remember the way or his own identity. He has to say that this girl has broken the lower limit of his understanding of the meaning of stupid words.

What is the value of such a professor.

It’s just that his actions just now were really a bit reckless, damn it, if only he had a little more patience, who knows what kind of tongue-in-cheek this oriental girl will have with other professors, how long it took him to establish a good student image will never let her destroyed.

Or I can think of some ways to make her stay here...

Riddle's contemplation was interrupted by a word that appeared suddenly. He turned around in a daze, looked at Nord again and confirmed: "Longevity?"

"Yes," Nord said happily: "The book says that most of the wizards in the East learn magic for the purpose of longevity. They also learn things like alchemy, but their final assessment is whether they can achieve longevity." The standard of immortality, for this standard, many Eastern wizards are willing to be old men in school, and they even think that the older they look, the more powerful they are."

"To become an old man? They don't have to work?" The student next to him immediately questioned.

"I remember that they can work while they are in school, and it seems to be like this." Nord said uncertainly: "It is said in the book that providing magical services to Muggles is one of their main jobs, and in This work will be more convincing in schools than independent wizards, because there will always be some Muggles disguised as wizards to provide these services."

"How do Muggles pretend to be wizards? Don't they have a Ministry of Magic?"

"If they never graduate, do they still need a wizard's license?"

"Working for Muggles, what currency will Muggles pay them?"

Nord's wonderful explanation made him quickly become the new focus on the long table, but so many questions made him obviously overwhelmed, and it can even be said that he was in a hurry.

"I think... it must be Muggle currency? Or maybe they have a common currency, I'm not sure, and the book doesn't say..."

"Nord" Riddle's still calm voice seemed to have relieved him. Nord looked at him with some gratitude. The low voice of the black-haired boy seemed to have a strange authority, and the surroundings instantly quieted down, waiting for him. his speech.

Riddle didn't have a consistent smile on his face, his long eyelashes cast dark shadows on his black jade-like pupils, his soft and gentle voice was like the east wind that swept away everything: "You said that the wizards of the East Learning magic is for longevity, so has anyone really done it?"

This question seems to be more tricky than the ones just now, and the serious expression of the boy made the words he tried to evade aborted. He nodded, and said unnaturally: "Maybe...the book didn't say...I don't know, really."

"Nothing, thank you" the dark-haired boy smiled again, and the whispering enthusiasm at the Slytherin table was renewed. Lin's long table was swept across, and every student was attracted by her mystery. The current prefect, who was supposed to maintain order, couldn't help but want to join this kind of discussion that seemed out of place. Even the lazy Stian All want to try to choose the ghost study taught by the mysterious oriental professor.

"Riddle" Stian muttered in a low voice, "Are you going to take an extra course?"

Riddle moved his hand away calmly, as if to take the flower-shaped snack in front of him. This move made the corner of his robe away from the brown-haired boy who suddenly approached: "...No plan."

Ignoring the increasingly tangled eyes of the other party, the boy took a bite of that fresh soft glutinous snack. The taste was a bit bland, but overall it was not bad.The oriental girl he just met in the corridor floated back into his mind again, and it was obvious that avoiding conflict with her was his best choice at the moment.

In fact, he couldn't remember the appearance of that ghost professor. He only remembered that she had a pair of watery eyes, which looked like lush mountains covered in clouds and mist after the rain.

How old is the ghost?

If Nord's statement is accurate, then a young girl like her should be far from the age to be qualified to teach, or is it said that Dongfang has a transformation magic that hides her age, and she is already an old woman who is dying, but she has changed to a bewitching woman. The shell of the human heart?

He always felt that there was an unpleasant feeling about that ghost, otherwise he wouldn't have lost the self-control he was always proud of so quickly.Probably the mysterious magic from the east, the girl's eyes seem to have the magic power to penetrate people's hearts, but he hates the feeling of being spied on.

What he had managed to hide was that it was a secluded and forbidden place guarded by coiled snakes.

By the way, what's her name?

Lin...dye? daisy?

Not a good name by any means.

He should stay away from her.

His intuition was whispering to him that this girl with an ominous name was the messenger of hell, a cold blade that he could not cross over on his way forward, and one day she would bring a flood of destruction and swallow everything he had without mercy.

But what can a ghost do?What can a lost ghost do?Even Peeves can bully her?Reason yelled at him on the other side, mocking his rootless duckweed intuition.

With his knowledge of oriental wizards, Nord successfully snatched the eyes of the crowd that were originally focused on him. Now the flushed boy is the focus of the crowd. Surrounded by the more reddened ears.

It doesn't matter, he thought, Nord is a smart man.

It will also be a capable follower.

Maybe Nord could still please that strange professor tomorrow in his first class on ghosts, after all he had put so much work into preparing for this class.

It was the opposite of him who planned to stay away from that ghost professor.

Riddle played with the spoon in his hand, and the wooden texture on the dining table seemed to expand infinitely like water waves, flowing to the bottom of those large and small cups, as if ready to roll up and swallow them at any time.

The blond-haired Malfoy sat on the other side of the table. He seemed to be the only one who was not infected by the warm atmosphere except Riddle. Riddle caught a glimpse of the blond-haired boy's reflection on the white porcelain cup, stretched out, It was difficult for him to judge the expression on the other person's face.

Maybe that arrogant boy hasn't quite given up on challenging himself.

He suddenly felt that the delicacies on the long table were tasteless.

The author has something to say:

I just want to change my name suddenly, and I don’t know how to use the system here