Vodai Ecstasy

The night was as cold as a piece of hard iron, and even the cold wind that was breathed in was like a knife scraping at the throat.

Nord carefully leaned against the wall, hoping to reduce his sense of presence as much as possible, but the light footsteps still slowly moved towards the attic.

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

The rough wall behind him rubbed against his spine gently through the woolen cloth. In the dark, he simply closed his eyes to feel the sound of those footsteps, not the sound of a boy's leather shoes. Perhaps he can be thankful that at least half of the night duty By.

What about the other half?

Which female teacher or female student has such footsteps?

Only then did he blush at his usual negligence of observation, but who would pay attention to the difference in everyone's footsteps?

If this continues, he will undoubtedly be discovered, and Nord's fingers clinging to the brick wall can't help but tighten again.But there was a strange tactile sensation coming from his hand, the stone brick seemed to protrude forward a bit from his grasp.The awkward friction between bricks and stones is like a broken string in the silent night.

Found out?

Nord took a step back suddenly, and before he could wait for the other party's questions and reprimands, the stone wall behind him suddenly cracked an opening.

Secret passages?

He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly squeezed in.

It took less time for the stone walls to merge than he had imagined, the black cloak barely squeezed into the blessed shadow, and the light behind him suddenly disappeared.

This time I really can't see anything.

Nord listened intently for a while, and there was no sound around him anymore. I don't know if the stone wall was too thick to isolate the person's footsteps and shouts, or she had already left. Nord only knew that he had to leave here quickly.

And this secret passage... His eyes gradually adapted to the bottomless darkness, and there was hardly a ray of light that could penetrate from here.

Fortunately, it was almost nothing more than that. A little light of night seeped through the grid-like interlaced gaps and flowed into this small space, allowing him to gradually see a small stone platform in front of him. The stone steps plunged into the darkness, like a frozen tongue of a dragon.And he could only feel his way, slowly moving down into the bottomless belly of the fire dragon.

It was dark, with a musty smell, and the stale smell secretly climbed onto his clothes. Nord frowned, hesitating whether to light his wand or not.

The faint light may make people perceive fear more easily than the complete darkness. Who knows if there is a dead soul of a century hovering in front of him, maybe the living things can make the boy feel more afraid at this time.

He didn't know how long he had walked down. In the darkness, he only felt that his senses were infinitely magnified, and the original small step distance now turned into an extremely difficult long-distance trek.The boy paused feebly, and finally drew his wand.

Faint lights flicker from the slender stick tips, like broken fireworks at a festival.There are indeed rough stone steps under the feet, with dark green moss growing on all sides, only the middle part has a section of path for people to walk. It seems that Nord is not the only visitor to this secret path for many years.

In fact, he should have known who that person was.

The man's eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the endless vortex of darkness, very much like the corridor spiraling down now.That day he climbed up the stairs from this secret path, step by step stepping on Cher into the abyss.

Nord suddenly felt a little dizzy like lack of oxygen.

"What nonsense are you talking about all day long? You can't learn well because of..."

The girl's coquettishness stopped abruptly, her cheeks and cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with rain and mist again, just waiting for the last ray of breeze before the Meiyu Festival, and it would not stop falling.

Riddle did not pursue what her unfinished words were.The boy slightly tilted his head and said, "If you go out through that door now, everyone will know that I'm violating school discipline."

"You can do it yourself, so you're afraid of what others will say?" Daiyu gave him a sideways look, clearly disdainful.

"I just hate going back to the orphanage. You know, there are no other magic schools." The boy asked inexplicably, "Stian was expelled two days ago."

The ghost didn't speak, and Riddle snorted slightly: "Don't worry, he is an authentic wizard family, and his parents will definitely find another way out for him."

"Then what are your plans?" His tone softened again, but those eyes still refused to stay on the boy.

"I won't go back." The wizard's voice was low and gloomy, he paused for a moment, then sneered again: "I won't go back, I'd rather go to Azkaban."

I thought it would push the opponent's anger to another level, but the ghost became silent again.

Daiyu finally looked at him, her beautiful eyes full of long-term grief: "Do you still hate Mrs. Cole?"

The familiar name made Riddle suddenly hold his breath.

hate it?he does not know.In all honesty that woman was just doing her job, a Muggle, and it wasn't worth the extra emotion he poured into her.

But he suddenly couldn't remember whether he had told the ghost in front of him about the existence of Mrs. Cole. The boy hurriedly retrieved his memory. There are only a handful of them, how did she know about his past in such detail?

"Who told you that?"

The boy's suddenly raised voice showed panic cracks again.

"I... what were we talking about?"

The ghost woke up with a start.

Riddle was stunned for a moment, then calmly said: "I said that the bed behind you is mine, and I will give it to you now."

"Who wants your bed?" The girl was annoyed, she spat and turned to leave.

"Pull down the curtain and no one can see you, there are still small lights inside," the boy seemed unaware of the ghost's anger, he walked over and pulled off the mattress, and took out a new set from the cabinet.When everything was done, he lay down on the other bed.

Holding the book, the girl froze in place with some hesitation.

"...Do you want to watch the sunrise?"

The boy's voice suddenly broke the silence of the room.

"Aren't you going to have class tomorrow?" Daiyu hesitated, not understanding why she gave him another step.

"It's all over anyway." The boy jumped up from the bed and put on his school uniform again: "Speaking of which, we haven't watched the sunrise together."

"I hear your tone, but have you met many girls?" Daiyu tilted her head slightly, seeming to be a little interested.

Riddle shook his head: "No one."

"I don't believe it," Phantom smiled, "Didn't you practice deceiving people every day with your mouth?"

"Am I lying, can't you see?" The boy suddenly turned his head and glanced at her, with a narrow smile in the corner of his eyes, Daiyu hurriedly covered her flushed cheeks with a book, but couldn't help whispering He said stiffly, "Who knows..."

"you know."

Riddle's voice could not hide a smile: "You always knew."

Opening the small door, there was an empty infirmary. Nord did not choose the exit that he finally reached, but turned his head and walked into the deeper darkness.

He knew that Hogwarts had several secret passages leading to the outside world.I have also used one or two of them, but it is unknown where this one leads to. Surprisingly, this one has more than one exit.Secret passages built for defense, although multiple exits increase flexibility, but undoubtedly increase the risk of being exposed, especially when suffering from magical invasion.

The boy clenched his wand tightly, and couldn't help but imagine how Riddle discovered these secret blood vessels buried in the castle, and how he walked through them time and time again to carry out his unknown plan.

He remembered that the last time he saw Riddle coming down from the tower, he should have taken this route.

Then another exit should lead to a place outside the castle.

Why did Riddle run out of school so frequently?

Nord wanted to forcibly suppress his complicated thoughts, but they were all entwined towards him like a spider web. He felt like a bug trapped in a huge spider web. The more he struggled, the more tightly he was entangled. The spider in the dark looked at its prey triumphantly, waiting for the other party to be exhausted, so that it could close up this carefully woven web and eat up his flesh and bones.

Thoughts were drifting, and his footsteps were wobbly. When he finally smelled a cool evening breeze from the dark passage, his cheeks were almost numb from the cold.

A half-blue moon hangs in the sky, coolly kissing the boy under the shadow of the tree.The houses in the courtyard were old and dilapidated, with old dust accumulated on the walls. With the night wind, the dead grass and debris greeted the boy mercilessly at this moment, and he couldn't help but clenched his wand again.

The most familiar place, the haunted house where he was teased all night.

I didn't expect to meet again in such a face so soon.

It's just that this kind of night is too quiet for those frenzied ghosts.

Or was the mania that night just a special gift from Riddle?Nord didn't know, he pulled his tie irritably, and an unknown object fell in the air.The boy jumped out quickly, but he didn't want to step into the mischievous trap again. The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed, and he cast a defensive spell in panic.

Fortunately, it was still a little bit away from the sharp stubble on the bottom of the foot.

Nord wiped his cold sweat, and quickly crawled out.

It was still quiet all around.

It seems that the loud noise just now is just another story that happened in parallel time and space.

The boy suddenly became annoyed, and threw several attack spells in a row, the silver light streaked across the dark night, and landed on the hideous face of the house.

The feeling like falling into an ice cellar pierced through the heart instantly, the young man took a deep breath, raised his wand and pointed it at the ghost again.

The pearly white ghost's expression became more ferocious in the moonlight. Its huge body hid behind a thin tree branch and sized up the uninvited guest for a long while before asking hoarsely, "Aren't you Riddle?"

Nord was stunned for a moment, a little confused about the stakes.

"...are you waiting for him?"

"Oh, this voice," the ghost came forward as if he was relieved, Nord took two steps back in a hurry, fortunately, there was no trap this time, and the ghost didn't plan to go through him again: "I remember you, come on!" The little boy we entertained for the first time?"

"Ian Nord."

"Jeris, the master here, welcome to my house." The ghost continued nonchalantly, as if he had completely forgotten the entanglement between them.

"Okay, Jeris," Nord thought for a while, but still didn't put down the wand in his hand: "What about the others?"

"People?" Jeris tugged his beard and laughed, "No one comes here, oh, except you little boy."

"Where is Del?" The boy did not forget the question.

The ghost stepped back in a hurry, and then became angry: "You came here together last time, don't you know what he did?"

"Last time he left me here, a group of ghosts entertained me all night, what do you think I know?" The boy didn't budge.

The undead was stunned for a moment, and then fell to the ground like a cloud full of water vapor.He lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

"What did he do?" Nord asked again, frowning.

"He killed my family," the big ghost suddenly covered his face and howled, "That monster... that monster ruined my home!"

The sharp cry cut through the bleak night, and a tree crowed in horror.