Vodai Ecstasy

The snow fell extra late this year, and it was not until before Christmas that the castle was covered with a thin layer of moon-white frost.

When the snow fell, Riddle was walking through the cold windy corridor with a book in his mouth, and the strong wind rolled up his black robe. The slender boy was standing in the middle of the dead vines, the last leaves had been cleaned up, and only The branches hovering below are still baring their teeth and claws on the cold stone pillars, like a beast that has finally broken free from its shackles.

The young man raised his head in a daze, and the first one or two lonely snowflakes gradually turned into fine snow, which fell on his dark hair, kissed his slender eyebrows, and melted on his always tight lips.

Riddle blinked, a snowflake fell into his eyes, cold and moist, not so pleasant.

He opened his eyes again, his brows were slightly wet, and he smiled mockingly alone.

When did he actually stare at Xue in a daze, it's really... ridiculous.

Infected by that ghost?

He shook his head, trying to drive out the absurd idea.

Students in twos and threes walked by, and a few people greeted him, and he responded with a smile until Angelik caught up with him.

Unlike in the past, Angelik did not put on his usual joking expression. His expression can be said to be a little cautious and dignified. Riddle raised his eyebrows and looked at him, but the other party deliberately lowered his voice: "Malfoy held Nuo De went to Hogsmeade."

Riddle frowned, but still smiled: "It's Saturday, anyone can go to Hogsmeade, what do you mean...?"

"A magical circus has come to Hogsmeade in the past two days. There are many wandering magicians, and... I don't think Malfoy is just going to a circus." Facing Riddle's questioning gaze, Ann Glick lowered his head timidly: "Since that incident, Nord and Malfoy have been restless. Although Malfoy has always paid us on time, if they are joining forces to cause trouble..."

"Nord won't." Riddle looked at his fingertips and said firmly: "If he wants to risk his life, there will be magic to punish him... As for Malfoy," the boy narrowed his eyes: "He is really stubborn enough .”

"Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

The black-haired boy didn't speak, Angelik hurriedly added: "I mean, maybe I can help."

Riddle smiled and continued: "You contact other people. If they are watching the circus, let them watch it from the beginning to the end. If they don't want to watch...then, ask them to go to any bar and have some beer before bringing them back. .I'll take care of the rest. If they go somewhere else..."

"I'll definitely block them." Angelik sneered.

"Don't be so full of words, after all, you are a classmate," Riddle smiled modestly: "I believe you will maintain the demeanor of a wizard, right?"

"Of course, my master." Angelik smiled, and then quickly disappeared into the snow.

In the cold corridor, Riddle turned his head and looked at the gradually fading mountains.

This weather... Will she go out?

Even though he was born with such a weak appearance, his soul is not afraid of the cold.

The boy couldn't help frowning, Malfoy... probably knew something.

It seems that the money was not in vain, he finally became a little smarter, it seems that he needs to hurry up.

Even though it was snowing, the enthusiasm on the streets of the small town did not decrease but increased. People walked out of the house, children played after big dogs with wings, and the wandering pharmacist only draped a tapestry indiscriminately, naked. With black arms peddling his magical formula to the crowd, the clown held the flame in his hands and threw it back and forth.

Nord squeezed his way out of the crowd with difficulty, and Malfoy always kept a distance of two or three steps from the lively crowd.Nord took a breath, and asked helplessly: "Obviously you brought me to see, why throw me into the crowd, you can't see anything here at all."

"Who says you can't see it." Malfoy sneered, and took out a small mirror from his coat pocket.

"What is this?" Nord frowned.

Malfoy leaned against the porch pillar under the door, and spread the mirror flat on his hand. On the narrow mirror, the images of wizards with different appearances running back and forth in the middle of the crowd instantly appeared.He flicked the edge of the mirror lightly, and the angle of view began to change again, from the crowd watching all the way back to Nord's face.

The brown-haired boy touched the tip of his red nose in confusion: "Since you have this, why do you still come here to suffer from the cold?"

"Of course it's because this thing can only see things within five meters." Malfoy patted the mirror into Nord's hands with some annoyance, and strode towards the bar beside him.

Nord sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to follow, he was given a hard look by the other party. He spread his hands as if surrendering, and could only continue to stand where he was.

Malfoy put one hand in his pocket and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bar.He looked around and saw a few familiar faces sitting in the corner. He smiled provocatively at each other, then turned his head and walked towards the bar.

Nord stood bored for a while, the snow had stopped falling, and colorful petals were floating everywhere. He knew that this was a small magic made by others. Although it seemed that the spring was endless, it could not resist the real cold after all.

Malfoy didn't come back for a long time, he thought for a while, and turned the mirror in his hand.

The appearance of Malfoy instantly appeared in the clean mirror, sitting alone at the edge of the bar drinking his beer slowly, Nord couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he remembered that when the third year first came to Hogsmeade, this The guy is extremely disgusted with the things sold here.

When did he become so close to the people?

Nord couldn't help laughing at the thought.

It’s just that the guy didn’t let him go, and he drank so slowly, did he deliberately let him suffer from the cold outside? The circus was about to go far, and most of the nearby crowd followed the circus.Nord looked at the blond boy in the mirror, and seriously considered whether to go first by himself.

After all, he was the one who dragged himself out and let himself hang out for so long, so he didn't seem to need to show much conscience to Malfoy.

The boy in the mirror seemed to glance towards him, Nord dodged back reflexively, and then realized that he couldn't see himself at all, and laughed at himself, just as he was about to put away the mirror, he saw Malfoy He tapped his cup lightly.He seemed to have only taken two or three sips of the glass of wine, and several figures were clearly reflected on the surface of the glass, and Malfoy's pale fingertips tapped on those figures.

Nord frowned suddenly, and carefully looked at the figures shrunk down by the cup noodles.The mirror couldn't see the inside of the tavern, but the cup noodles reflected the crowd inside. After a while, Nord sneered and turned the mirror again.

This time, he carefully looked at the surrounding crowd and the corners of the building. There were familiar faces in the attic, in the alley, and among the carnival crowd.

What did Riddle take them for, prisoners?

Nord took a deep breath, turned his head and squeezed into the carnival crowd.

As expected, the few teenagers visible at the end of his eyes finally started to move with his pace.He frowned, and buried himself in the busiest and most chaotic place.

Daiyu is not in her room.

Although he knew that she was out the door as soon as he left Hogwarts, Riddle still panicked when he realized that he could not accurately track her location.

The locations he could track were intermittent, as if interfered with by other magic here.

Hope it wasn't her intention to get rid of herself.

Riddle walked through the carnival crowd with some anger.Sometimes bumping into others, and being bumped by others, he ignored them all with a cold face and no demeanor.Fortunately, there are enough people here, no one will care about the abnormality of this top student.

He had made up his mind not to let her go again, and he'd made up his mind about it ever since he'd seen her again in Hogsmeade.

He let her go once, since she came back, he can't blame him anymore.

But now that he was almost ready, did she actually want to slip away at this time and play tricks on him?Are you kidding about Merlin's smelly socks?

If she really wanted to escape, if Nord and Malfoy were involved in this... fine, really fine.

The boy sneered.

It seems that what happened to Schell hasn't made them realize their situation, and he is still too kind.

Originally, he thought that the influence of Nord and the Malfoy family could be used to some extent, but now it seems that he is really self-indulgent.Those stupid boys really owe a lesson.

It's a pity that these two people are not Mudbloods, otherwise when he finds the monster, he will definitely take these two as sacrifices first.

The carnival flames flew in front of him, the boy waved his hand away angrily, the hem of his robe was stained with fire, the wizard at the side quickly put it out for him, the instigator ran over and grabbed his hand, wanting to make sure if he had hurt the boy , or to promote his exclusive wound medicine.The boy waved away regardless, and ran straight to the position he had just sensed.

The wooden steps are wet, and only the footprints of the crowd's revelry are still messily printed on it. A small pink flower quietly bloomed near the door, shivering in the cold winter.

That person is still not here.

Riddle clenched his fists tightly, and his tightly pursed lips lost their color, clearly showing the anger he could no longer hide.He looked around and chased in the next direction again.

At the other end of the crowd, the brown-haired boy struggled to squeeze through the crowd, while guarding against the hail and flames hitting him, while paying attention to the shadow that was chasing after him.After a while, his body was already covered with all kinds of fragments of colored stripes, which made him look like a moving Christmas tree. Fortunately, the surrounding crowd had some colored stripes on their bodies, and they didn't think his appearance was anything special Ridiculous.

Nord wiped his face, and there was already a slight sweat on his body, but those people still couldn't get rid of it. The people trained by Riddle are indeed very mobile.

He didn't know what Riddle called them, but he knew they were definitely not friends. It could be said that these people had become a small army in Riddle's hands.God knows how Riddle has such a terrifying brainwashing ability to make this group of people work for him.

Or maybe, like him, he was just controlled.

His wrist was aching, and the burning marks seemed to remind him belatedly until now that he had signed a contract with the devil, but why did he still run?

Nord didn't have time to think about it, he rushed into the crowd again, and the few people continued to follow, but they couldn't prevent a black robe covered with various paper petals suddenly covering them, throwing them to the ground at once.

The crowd thought it was some new magic trick, and laughed non-stop. Nord clenched his wand tightly, and quickly slipped into the narrow alley at this moment.

He didn't have much time, the boy ran desperately, but he felt a kind of pleasure for no reason. He ran across the long alley, and the other street was not as lively as before, but the familiar shadows he was familiar with were gone. He leaned against a stone sculpture , laughed wantonly.

The stone statue rolled its eyes, ignoring the somewhat crazy boy.

Nord straightened up, looked around, and suddenly froze in place.

Not more than ten meters away from him, the back of a slender ghost flashed past and disappeared into the shadow of another alley.

The boy was so stupefied that he could barely breathe, he hurriedly raised his legs to catch up, but a strong force behind him threw him to the ground, and Angelik's playful voice floated above his head: "You don't even call us when you come out to play, think Are we not friends enough?"

The brown-haired boy struggled desperately, but someone took his wand away, and a chill hit his vest, and he suddenly passed out.

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Something happened, suddenly I don't have the strength to write any more