Vodai Ecstasy

20

On the body of the dark blue pen, water-like light lines swirled, and pure black ink flowed from the light gold pen tip. Nord scratched randomly on the manuscript paper, and quickly crossed it out after writing less than a word.

In the end, it was not returned to Shell.

He had sneaked into the infirmary, and Shell's father, a Muggle, wore a light maroon jacket.When he was a child, he went to the streets of London with his father, where there were so many Muggles coming and going, and Nord couldn't distinguish them very well. Everyone looked so hurried and indifferent, as if they were wearing a suit. Gray masks.

He doesn't quite remember what Qing Xie Er's father looked like, he only remembers his emotions.It's not very descriptive, it can be said that there is sadness and despair, but the look of looking at everyone is so suspicious and wary, it reminds him of those test mice whose nerves are stretched to the extreme.

How ridiculous, Shell was also turned into a squirrel.

He stood at the door of the infirmary and looked at the father's back. It was unexpectedly sunny that afternoon, the flames in the fireplace were slightly yellow, and the room was as warm as spring.Nord couldn't feel any temperature, as if the dementors had completely occupied the place.

Riddle's handwriting.

No one would have imagined that a 15-year-old boy would harbor so much malice towards a classmate he didn't know very well.

Not to mention that he looks like a perfect student, even if he really doubted him, Riddle would not have any motive.His recent contact with Ravenclaw was the apology and rematch of Quidditch. Compared with the group of angry players, Riddle can be said to be extremely restrained and humble.Schell had no conflict of interest with him, and looked like a rose in the garden that was destroyed by the devil in the early morning. It can only be said that luck was too bad.

Not her, there will be others, and the devil will always be the devil.

But he couldn't tell the truth, wizards didn't believe in God, and they couldn't even hide in church and confess their sins like Muggles.

Damn, damn unbreakable, damn loyal.

The boy closed his eyes sadly, the sun quietly fell on his face, and kissed his eyebrows and eyes tenderly.There was a gorgeous blood red in front of his eyes, and he only felt that he was shivering from the cold.

Daiyu and Sher...

He couldn't help but start thinking about why that ghost had such great magic power. She didn't like him, and didn't even remember his name, but he wished to protect her, want to be close to her, wanted a lot, but could only suppress it forcibly. down.

Stupid as a fool.

On the day she left, the gloomy weather was in line with England's usual style. His body still carried the wounds from fighting those nasty ghosts. He was a little sore, but he knew that he would recover soon.

He confronted Riddle, and the boy just sneered angrily, taunting him to be his own knight.

Did he protect Daiyu?

he does not know.

Maybe he's just a clown.

Nord opened his eyes again, golden spots fell on his slender eyelashes, he blinked, turned his head and left the infirmary.In the end, the truth can only rot in sin.

How can a coward be a knight?

The boy exhaled, as if he wanted to blow away those annoying memories like light smoke.He pushed away the stationery on the table and fell down feebly.

In today's rematch, Slytherin defeated Ravenclaw completely. Even if Schell miraculously recovered, it would not be able to save the defeat, unless her appearance made the calm Riddle suddenly upset and give up the game.

Nord didn't want to think about the screams of the crowd on the edge of the pitch, the frenzy of those people made him angry, made him want to howl, made him want to petrify them all.But after all, he was just a mayfly submerged in the flood. He could only turn his head and squeeze out from the bustling crowd, looking for a place where he could breathe a little.

At that time, he bumped into a Ravenclaw girl. He didn't know her name, but he only remembered that she was at the same level, wearing a pair of round glasses. He bumped into her, and the glasses fell to the ground. He complained, he just said sorry and wanted to fix it for her, but when she turned her head and saw his appearance, she screamed in fright, and then ran away quickly.

"You don't need to pay attention to her, she's always been like that." Olive Hornbe on the side suddenly said, seeing him holding the broken glasses at a loss, he stretched out his hand lazily: "You can give it to me, I'll pass it on to her later."

Myrtle, should be the name of the girl he bumped into.

He doesn't know why she runs away, and Hombe says she's always been that way, weird.There were enough eccentrics in this school, maybe there was no shortage of hers.

It would be great if they could escape like this when they met Riddle.

"Can you be quiet?" The blond boy sitting on the sofa at the side said with a cold face: "If you want to celebrate his victory, you may still have some beer dregs now."

Nord turned to look at Malfoy.He's been quieter since the farce of the campaign, and Riddle doesn't seem to retaliate against him anymore, but the boy's vigor seems to have been thwarted a lot overnight, and only now he feels again that Malfoy is almost the same as him. Innate arrogance.

Challenge or obedience, it doesn't seem to make a difference in the end.

While the crowd cheered and celebrated, they could only curl up in this small bedroom, like dying conch shells thrown on the rocks by the waves.

Nord clenched the pen in his hand, and suddenly asked: "Malfoy, the school has approved Shell's application for withdrawal?"

The blond boy changed his sitting position again, leaned on the back of the chair and frowned and said, "That Muggle doesn't listen to persuasion at all, and says he will expel his daughter from school, what do you think will happen to that old man Dippet?" He snorted coldly. With a sound, he continued: "It's fine to leave, but there are too many Muggle species in this school, polluting the air."

Nord was dumbfounded, he had forgotten that Muggleborns were not welcome.

Perhaps Schell was a victim created by Riddle to cater to the purebloods.

The boy's knuckles were pale, and finally he put down the pen weakly. The body of the pen hit the table, and a blunt sound exploded beside his eardrums, as dull as a death knell that could not be redeemed.

The wind at night was very cool, and when Riddle got out of the secret passage, he couldn't help shivering. He cast a warming spell and continued walking towards that familiar place.

In fact, I've said it all, he doesn't need to come so often.

This time... What is the reason for going to see her this time?

He is not afraid of her running away again, since he tied the rope, he can completely grasp her daily whereabouts.If Daiyu intends to untie it by force, he will naturally know.

She walked into the cage he set up without any resistance, and he didn't know if she had become stupid.In any case, the ending was always what he wanted.

Since she ran away from school, she seemed to be less confrontational with him. I don't know if this is another form of reconciliation.But she still couldn't remember anything about their previous encounter at school.

He could already see the signboard of the hotel, a rooster that could not crow, its shiny feathers glowing orange in the night, pacing back and forth on the mossy eaves of the hotel with its head held high.

The ghost's room was still lit.

She obviously doesn't need light, but she always lights a lamp.He didn't know what kind of strange habit this was, as Barrow said, even in the form of a soul, she behaved without the slightest awareness that she was dead, maybe in her mind, she was still alive and would experience Birth, old age, sickness and death, even love and hate.

Anyway, Riddle didn't care.

All he wanted was to find her sojourner, nothing more.

In the silent night, the boy stopped suddenly.

After walking so far, the evening wind finally cleared his alcohol-numbed brain a little bit.

The ghost sat by the window, resting his chin on one hand, lowering his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Riddle had very little awareness of "beauty", a word that Muggles used a lot, wizards sometimes did, and depending on who they were, he echoed them from time to time.It’s just that the boy sees mountains as mountains, and water as water. Those colorful or elegant pictures, in Riddle’s mind, are like the thick fog that never disperses in London, never stirring up the slightest waves.

But now, he inexplicably felt that the scenery in front of him was beautiful.

Under the warm yellow light, a pensive and melancholy oriental girl is thinking about something and waiting for someone.

He vaguely remembered that when he was young, the Muggle world, and everything about the East was popular in the streets of London. He had seen the pictorials on the walls, and even Mrs. Cole couldn't help but take the magazines to imitate the words of the stars on them. Oriental appearance.

Most of the girls above have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and are covered with beads all over their bodies. Their winking eyes seem to seduce people's souls.

It's completely different from the girl in front of me.

The girl is the orchid in the valley in the early morning of March. There is a sorrowful mist on the brows, and the dew is flickering at the corners of her eyes. She can't hide her charm even standing or sitting.

Those "Oriental" girls are not even one hundred thousandth of her.

What is she thinking?

Is she waiting for someone?

How much of a part of her windy thoughts did he himself have?

If she could be affected by magic, he really wanted to give her a Legilimency, let him know what she was thinking, or make her think nothing at all.

She would sometimes unconsciously tell stories about her past, only to forget them immediately afterwards.

From the information she disclosed, Riddle knew that she was a sickly girl who had been living in a yard and basically never left.This is the same as most of the Chinese girls he knows, there is no difference.It's just that he doesn't know that she seems to have many friends and relatives, at least she has no worries about food and clothing, but her words are full of anxiety like a lone goose.

The boy didn't want to admit this, but her appearance of being out of tune with the world was somewhat similar to him.

It is different after all.

She is dead, he will live forever.

She is sentimental, he is ruthless.

It's just that he was curious about whether she had ever truly loved someone in her short meteor-like life.He vaguely felt that there should be, but he felt that this idea was really ridiculous.

what is love?He doesn't understand.

He only knows that this ghost believes in love, but does what he believes necessarily exist?

Vaguely he seemed to expect that she hadn't really loved anyone else, so that he could laugh at her impracticality.

What are the deeper emotions?

He didn't think about it, and he refused to think about it.Those are emotions that need to be thrown in the trash.

As if sensing his arrival, the ghost suddenly turned his face and looked at where the boy was.

As if being stabbed by a needle, Riddle hastily stepped back two steps, hiding himself in a deeper shadow.