Vodai Ecstasy

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The empty school building, the cold corridors, the water shadows on the marble swaying back and forth like vines, it seems to be a familiar place, yet so strange.

The boy walked silently through the light and shadow under the water, just like walking through the long road of judgment in front of the temple. He saw her appearance in the huge shadow cast by the pillars.

That ghost, it seemed that it couldn't be called a ghost, that oriental girl was smiling at him again.

"Tom," she said softly, "look, is this what you want?"

The boy raised his eyebrows.

A group of wizards wearing black cloaks suddenly appeared behind them, wearing weird skull-shaped masks. Riddle turned his head, and the group of people knelt down silently, as humble as ants. The boy knew that he didn't need to understand what they looked like under their masks. They are his followers, his regiment, his guard.

He turned his head, and the girl's smile was reflected in the black pupils.

"not enough."

The boy said coldly.

The girl smiled dumbly, and continued: "Then what?"

Two wizards dueling suddenly appeared on the side, and Riddle turned his head. He knew them, the famous black mage Grindelwald, and his transfiguration professor Dumbledore. They seemed to have been fighting for a long time, excited and excited. Exhausted again, in the end the red-bearded wizard successfully surrendered the opponent's wand, and the white magic won.

The boy gave a cold snort of disdain, and seemed to wave his wand unconsciously. The magician who had just won was caught off guard by the magic, and fell straight into the abyss, his beard and hair turning white in an instant.

Is this him beating Dumbledore?

Riddle turned his head back and stared at the smiling girl again:

"not enough."

The other party covered her mouth slightly, as if she was distressed by his insatiable greed, and seemed to be frightened by such ambition, she frowned slightly, and said distressedly: "You have already become the most powerful Dark Lord, are you really still Want more?"

"Why not?"

The boy finally laughed, the corners of his mouth curled into an evil, undisguised desire and sin.He walked forward quickly, enclosing the girl in the gap between himself and the rough pillars.

He leaned close to the girl's small red earlobe, and whispered almost kissingly:

"Dai, tell me, why not?"

The girl turned her face away, as if she wanted to resist his approach, but her dangling hands never really dared to approach him, nor did she dare to really push him away.

The boy simply stepped forward, feeling those bare hands leaning against his chest, he couldn't help but leaned on her shoulders and laughed muffledly: "You are trembling... What are you afraid of?" ?”

There was no response from the people below him, and he raised his head again, his eyes were red like pomegranate seeds.

He leaned over and kissed her with unconcealed pride: "Why don't you say so?"

The girl didn't look at him again, and seemed to have no strength to speak anymore, until he finally fell on her, she gasped and whispered: "You can't take that much."

The boy raised his head angrily, but the girl under him suddenly turned into a decayed bone, and the torn silk silk was still hanging messily on the broken skeleton. He got up in a hurry, but the skeleton suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared. Got without a trace.

The pitch-black world instantly turned piercing red. Riddle raised his head, surrounded by blood-red mist, and there were countless white bones at his feet. He frowned, and wanted to kick away these annoying broken bones, but they grabbed his ankle .Just when he couldn't move, the bloody flood rushed to the sky, swallowing everything.

He woke up from the blood in panic.

On a silent night, the wall clock on the wall has just passed two o'clock in the morning, and the moonlight penetrates the lake and wanders faintly in the empty bedroom, and the soft hiss of a long snake can be heard from the corner:

"What dream did you just have?"

The boy didn't answer.

"I heard you talking...it seemed to mean death...who do you want to die?"

Riddle let out a sigh of relief, and his voice was slightly austere when he just woke up: "In the future, don't come into my room at will without my permission."

The long snake shook its tail and curled itself into a ball again.

The boy paused, then continued.

"...Have you found any information about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"No." Nagini began to wander restlessly around the corner of the house again: "Your students raised a man-eating spider in school...is that the monster you're looking for?"

"Who raised it? Where is it?" Riddle couldn't help frowning.

"A Gryffindor student who is two levels below you, who looks much bigger than you, looks stupid, to think of keeping a giant spider in such a narrow cupboard..."

"... Hagrid?" He rubbed the center of his brows, the kid's size was indeed outstanding among a group of lower grades, but this crane seemed to have gained at least a hundred kilograms.Raising man-eating spiders, this Gryffindor can really figure it out, it would be even better if he could use it for himself:

"What does that spider eat? Isn't it big enough to attack people?"

"It seems to eat something that the child brought to it. Although we snakes are the natural enemies of spiders, but that spider... I'm not sure if I can eat it."

Riddle couldn't help laughing, he climbed off the bed and put on his robe: "Then you are too weak, Nagini, didn't life in the Forbidden Forest make you a little bit stronger?"

The long snake writhed unwillingly: "I can already eat people, and I even swallowed a horse last time."

"When you can prey on unicorns, let's talk about this." The boy straightened his collar and said indifferently: "I'm going out of the meeting, and I won't tell you not to show up from today on, unless you find the secret room." Or that monster."

The scales rubbed against the floor and made a soft rustling sound, which disappeared into the night after a while.The boy raised his head and looked out the window. The bottom of the lake was still like a dark green jade, and the sky was too far away. Even if there was a little bit of scattered moonlight, he still couldn't see the moon.

This time the hotel did not light the orange warm lamp as usual.

Riddle couldn't help clenching his fists. Although he could sense that the rope was still in the hotel, would she take it off and leave?He can't guarantee it at all now.

Things look like they're getting messed up.He was really out of control that day, even if she just came out to watch the excitement, he did get angry.

Anger that things escaped control, fear that she was going to leave, or something else.

He couldn't read his emotions then, not even now.

So is he mad at her?

His memory seemed to be covered in a thick fog. He couldn't remember exactly what he said and did after he found her. He could only remember the heart that almost jumped out of his chest at that time, and the moment when the hotel room door closed, she Eyes full of tears.

He is not good at quarreling, and he despises this kind of language battle, but how many times did they quarrel?He no longer remembers.Emotions with her were always ups and downs, and everything seemed to be clamoring wildly to get out of his control.

He hates this feeling.

But asking him to stay away from her is also impossible.

After all, he had put in so much effort before, and he didn't want his proud patience to be defeated in front of her.

He stopped quietly in front of that door, and there was no sound in the whole hotel.

Riddle suddenly remembered that he seemed to have booked the hotel that day and added a few forbidden spells, but these were useless to ghosts, and he knew it well.

The boy didn't push the door, as if he couldn't bear the waiting for a few seconds, he used Apparatus.

There was a cool moonlight in the room, and the ghost was lying on her side on the bed. The twinkling starlight in the room fell on her translucent body, as if she was sleeping in the middle of a galaxy.

Do ghosts sleep too?

Riddle frowned, and couldn't help but lighten his steps.

But the ghost still woke up, opened his eyes and stared fixedly at the boy who suddenly appeared in the room, without ridicule or anger, just staring like that.

After a long time, as if she finally realized that this was not a dream, Daiyu frowned and sat up: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of bad idea are you, a disciple?"

The boy took a breath, as if he wanted to calm down his emotions. After a while, he said softly, "Why didn't you leave."

"Are you issuing an order to chase away guests?" Daiyu gave him a white look: "I knew I was like this, how could I get into your eyes, these days I'm bothering you, I'm leaving now."

"Wait." Almost without thinking, the boy stepped forward to block the way of the ghost.

Daiyu sneered and said, "What's the matter? I'm disgusting and I can't leave. You're just trying to put all the evidence on me in the future, right?"

"I didn't come to quarrel with you." The boy frowned, but the other party didn't appreciate it, and sat aside with a sneer, not planning to leave immediately, nor to stay like this.

"...you wait for me for 5 minutes," Riddle clenched his fists: "We will talk in 5 minutes."

After speaking, he rushed out of the room without waiting for the ghost to refuse.

The room next door didn't have as many things as Daiyu's room. He walked straight into the bathroom, and the boy's gloomy face was clearly reflected on the cold mirror.

Now that he can't talk to her properly in this state, then he will change it. Anyway, he knows what the girl's Achilles' heel is like.

The boy raised his wand to the mirror.

He hadn't tried hypnotizing himself, but he believed he wouldn't make a big mistake.

"Tom Riddle," he said fixedly looking into his eyes in the mirror, "Voldemort, you really love that ghost, and you love Lin Daiyu."

A string of green light emitted from the tip of the wand bounced back to the boy through the mirror.The boy took two steps back, and Riddle in the mirror raised his head and smiled strangely again.

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This article... was updated on lofter, although I haven't updated it for a long time... I will continue to write when I have time... right?