Vodai Ecstasy

"Can anyone tell me where Tom Riddle went?"

Slughorn looked around and asked with some doubts.

Slughorn was absolutely confident that his good pupils never missed his lessons.

"He's sick, Professor, and I'll take leave of absence for him."

Angéric replied.

Slughorn was concerned: "Why is he suddenly sick? Is it serious? Doesn't he have roommates? Does anyone take care of him?"

"He has a fever, so there should be no major problem." Angelik said calmly, "He said he would go to the infirmary after taking a rest."

"Well, you still have to pay attention to your body. But as a wizard, it's not like him to be knocked down by a mere cold. By the way, today I will teach you how to prepare medical potions. Let's start with... refreshing potions. But remember our principle , don't use the medicine you prepared on your classmates at will, and those who use it indiscriminately will deduct [-] points."

Listening to Slughorn's narration, Malfoy casually flipped through the book. To be honest, he didn't think there was any need to study this potion, and he didn't intend to go to St. Mungo's to do those boring jobs, let alone this A lesson that was different from Slughorn's original teaching plan, as if he had specially adapted it for his beloved student, made him extremely annoyed.

Everywhere is the shadow of that damned Riddle.

The shadow was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't help but start to be distracted again. Nord next to him was cutting his own materials like a dead man, and Angric on the other end didn't feel guilty about lying at all, and even dissected the experimental toad quite excitedly, Malfoy Frowning, he turned his head and grabbed his material box.

Suddenly, he changed his movements, grabbed the arm of the person beside him, and said in a low voice, "Are you awake from your sleepwalking?"

Nord didn't seem to be able to fully understand what he said. His out-of-focus pupils stayed on the blond boy for a long time before he gradually recovered a trace of clarity.

Malfoy let go of his hand and said coldly: "If you still want to cut your finger in two, go ahead."

Nord looked down at his chopping board, the material had been completely cut, and his fingertips were clearly under his knife.The boy withdrew his hand, and whispered as if giving up: "Thank you, Malfoy, for lending me a moment."

After all, the weight of the whole person leaned directly on Malfoy.

Not expecting Nord to turn upside down like that without reservation, Malfoy braced himself against the table to prevent himself from falling.

"What are you doing?" The blond boy's voice was obviously a little angry: "I'm not your bed board, if you don't stand up straight, I'll throw you out."

"Thank you, I can't stand." The other party's voice was not as angry as usual. I wonder if it was the effect of not returning home last night: "...I hurt my leg."

Malfoy's furious mood finally calmed down. He sneered, "Who interrupted you?" Without waiting for the other party to reply, he continued, "Forget it, hold on for a while, let me see."

After that, he squatted down.Nord's trousers were already torn with a few big holes, and the grim wound on the ankle could be vaguely seen. The black trousers were stained with half-dried blood and mud, which reminded him of the preyed and dying beasts he had seen before. .

But he couldn't help laughing: "You look like this, do you want to last until you lose too much blood and faint? Or do you want to blame someone?"

Nord didn't answer, Malfoy pursed his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Hold on." After that, he continued to open the wound with the knife in his hand. Nord trembled slightly, but made no sound. With enough blood on the blade on his head, Malfoy stood up again and supported his companion.Fortunately, Slughorn was still standing at Hufflepuff's table and didn't notice the small movements here.

"When I throw the knife, you can yell, the louder the better." Malfoy finished in a low voice, read three numbers silently, and yelled exaggeratedly, throwing the knife in his hand to Nord's leg the ground.

This strange cry successfully attracted the attention of the entire classroom, and Slughorn hurried over: "Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here."

The slightly obese professor originally thought he would see the crucible explode. He pulled out his wand, but saw that the material table was clean and clean, and nothing happened:

"what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't hold the knife firmly." Malfoy looked a little weird, as if he was dissatisfied that the kid Nord didn't cooperate with his yelling: "I accidentally injured Nord."

"Did you hurt him?" Slughorn hurriedly turned the desk, the bloody knife on the floor made him a little bit at a loss: "Nord, are you okay? Where did you hurt?"

"He hurt his leg, I'll take him to the infirmary right now." Malfoy replied again, and before Slughorn could check Nord's real injury, he quickly picked up the boy and walked out.

"Wait a minute."

Malfoy cursed damn it in his heart, and then turned around reluctantly. Slughorn didn't seem to notice the student's abnormality: "Can you two be okay? Let another person accompany you."

"Let me do it." Angelik dropped the materials in his hand, clapped his hands and walked over.

The words of refusal stuck in his throat, and it took a while for Malfoy to force out a reluctant smile: "Thank you."

Anglik didn't seem to intend to interrogate Nord's abnormality at all, and walked to the infirmary after carrying Nord.Malfoy hurriedly followed behind, unable to say a word of polite thanks, but instead glared sullenly at Nord, this dumb kid hadn't cooperated with him since just now.

But the other party's face was pale, and he seemed to have fainted long ago.

"arrive."

When he was embarrassed, Angelik said.

Malfoy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Angelik put the person on his back down, and he didn't seem to be curious about the reason for Nord's fainting, so he walked back without saying a word.Malfoy struggled to move the fainted boy to the bed, and heard Mrs. Gray cursing again: "Medical students don't come as often as you do. Next time you get sick, you can see it yourself."

"I'm sorry." The boy's voice had his usual smile, but it was unreasonably low and husky, but Malfoy didn't want to hear the damn voice anyway:

"But now I think we have new patients."

Merlin's smelly socks!Did he speak up?Malfoy would have liked to punch the unconscious troublemaker on the bed, if that would vent his anger.

Time was running out, and before Malfoy could clean up his expression, Mrs. Gray had already lifted the curtain, and the young man behind her had pale lips, but a morbid flush on his cheeks.

Riddle seemed a little curious about what happened, but before he could speak, Mrs. Gray pushed him out: "Go back and rest."

The black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders and retreated obediently, holding the medicine Mrs. Gray gave him in his hand, his forehead was burning badly, but he didn't plan to go back just like that.

It was Malfoy and Nord who came over. Riddle knew that these two seemed to be very close recently, but he had already arranged for Angelik to watch them, and there would be no big trouble for a while.

The footsteps turned a corner, and the boy stopped in front of a painted stone wall. The shepherd playing bagpipes on the wall looked down at the boy, and whispered: "Password."

"The bell."

The painted shepherd stepped aside, and the stone wall opened in the middle, and the boy entered.

The ground was covered with a green woolen blanket, and there was no sound when one stepped on it. In the narrow and towering space, there were strangely shaped clocks and clocks, and the time displayed on them was different. Riddle didn’t know whether he should be thankful that they would not be there. Should it ring at the same time or should you worry that you may be disturbed by these bells at various times of the day.

"Most of them don't ring," the female voice suddenly sounded, seeming to see through his thoughts: "Sometimes I wish some of them would actually ring."

"Good morning, Professor Duff." The boy turned around and said hello politely. The dwarf professor was sitting on the soft cushion on the table, and a wooden chair ran over unsteadily. She nodded, "Please sit down. What do you want from me?" something?"

The top student who was always eloquent had obvious hesitation, Duff didn't intend to speak for him, she stood up and made a cup of hot tea, and handed it to the student.

The orange-yellow tea swirled gently in the white porcelain cup, giving off a strange spicy smell. Riddle touched the rim of the cup slightly, but didn't really drink it.

"This is ginger tea." Duff didn't seem to care about the student's heartache: "I learned the recipe from the East, and they use it to treat colds."

"Potion?" Riddle asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't count, it's a Muggle formula."

The boy frowned unobtrusively, and the teacher tilted his head: "I think most of the time, we still have a lot of similarities with Muggles."

"You think so?"

"If you think it's difficult for us to get along with Muggles, then why did you come to me today?" Duff blinked her emerald eyes, puzzled, "The research subjects I'm interested in were all Muggles before they died." melon."

"Miss Lin too?"

"Daiyu?" Dafu thought for a while, and said seriously: "She is indeed special, but she is definitely not a witch."

"I came here to know that since you came to school for Miss Lin's affairs, but she has been away for so long, you don't seem to care...Sorry, I may be a little offended."

"What about you? That girl has been away for so long, why did you suddenly come to me and ask me this?" Duff didn't seem surprised by his behavior.

"She's my friend. I think it's normal to care about friends." The high fever didn't affect Riddle's fluent response, as if he had rehearsed this scene many times in his mind.

"You continued to see her after that." Duff said in an affirmative tone, and Riddle didn't deny it.Seemingly aware that it was his freedom, the professor thought for a while and continued, "I think you can be more honest, Riddle, what do you want to know?"

"...Do you think Miss Lin is a ghost?" The boy hesitated for a moment, but continued to ask.

"She's dead." Duff took a sip of tea, looked up at the densely packed clocks on the wall, and continued: "Since you know that she is different from ordinary ghosts, why don't you tell me? I think you should all Understood, Riddle."

"That's all I know." The boy lowered his eyebrows obediently, and said humbly, "So I don't understand...Professor, what is she? Since you promised to take her home, why did you keep her in Hogg for so long?" Watts doesn't care if he asks outside?"

"I promised to take her back." Duff nodded and continued, "But do you know where her home is?"

"I think it should be in China." The student said earnestly: "Her words and deeds indicate that she should be a Chinese. Since you have been there, you should also know this."

The professor shook his head, she stood up, and suddenly disappeared again. Riddle waited patiently for a moment, and she appeared on the table as if descending from the sky, holding a glass box, which seemed to contain a worn-out piece of paper.

The boy couldn't help frowning and asked, "Does this box have anything to do with Miss Lin? Or is this piece of paper related to her?"

"There is actually nothing in this box." Duff opened the lid, and there was nothing inside, and the image on the box wall disappeared without a trace.Perhaps affected by the excitement, Riddle couldn't help coughing softly.

Duff handed over the teacup again, this time Riddle didn't refuse again, the spicy tea rolled from his throat into his stomach, the weird taste unexpectedly brought a warm feeling.He put down his glass and continued: "Then what did I see?"

"It's the answer." Duff said softly: "It's the answer you want, but it doesn't appear here because it hasn't been born yet. In other words, I can't send Miss Lin back now, because she doesn't have a real answer at all." Been here."

I don't know which clock has finally reached its own moment. The bells are ringing from all sides. Riddle is clutching the red string in his hand, as if the red string that was torn off by the girl this morning can bring him a little bit of strength .