Vodai Ecstasy

"I don't understand what you mean." Riddle continued a little bluntly: "If you say she is an illusion, but her existence in Hogwarts has far exceeded the level of magic we can understand now, what What kind of magic can create a phantom that can think and act? If it is a mirror image, then the range of her free movement is too wide. It is impossible for Hogwarts to be unaware of this large-scale magic. The purpose of creating her is What is it? Merlin's prank?"

The end sound became more and more uncontrollable with the surging emotions, and after realizing his gaffe, the top student managed to adjust his expression: "My consciousness is, do you think that the existence of Ms. Lin is a mockery of the rules of the entire magical world? "

Duff looked at the students in front of her thoughtfully, and said softly, "That was never my idea, dear."

She thought for a while and added: "The blank paper will not have any opinions on the words written on it. Only the completed paintings will mind any subsequent strokes. You actually have your own predictions about Lin's existence. That's why there's such a backlash, right? Riddle, I want you to be honest and tell me what you think she is?"

Riddle frowned, and there was a troubled look on his young face, which was just right for his age, making him look like a harmless lamb. The boy slowed down his tone, and even continued a little aggrieved. Said: "No, professor, I really don't know... It's just that according to all the current records, there is no magic that can create such an illusion. Even Merlin has no record of maintaining an illusion or mirror image for several months. If She is really as you said, what is her purpose?"

"It looks like you've stepped into a magic dead end." Duff put away the glass box, realizing that the student's eyes were still fixed on it, she sighed, and continued: "Honey, we might as well change it to another one." Topic, I don't seem to know you very well, you seem to have a lot of friends?"

The top student finally raised his head, his vigilance flashed, and he said softly, "Yes, Slytherin is a friendly house, and everyone is very friendly to me."

Duff nodded: "You are so sick, why didn't they accompany you to the infirmary?"

"It's my own idea. I had a fever this morning, and I don't want to delay everyone's classes. I can handle this little thing myself."

The professor laughed: "At your age, you are quite considerate of others. No wonder the whole school praises you when they mention you."

Riddle smiled shyly: "If there is nothing else, Professor, I think I should go back and rest?"

Duff nodded, the student got up, and just as he was about to leave the room full of clocks, Duff suddenly said again: "Riddle."

The boy stopped in response, and Duff hesitated and said, "I'm sorry for asking such an abrupt question, of course, you can choose not to answer, that's your freedom."

The boy turned around suspiciously, his professor was standing on the table, her emerald eyes met his, and she said solemnly, "In your heart, Miss Lin is also the same as your friend at Hogwarts?"

"I think this should be considered my personal privacy?" Riddle thought it was a little funny, but he still replied obediently: "I think it should be different."

"Thank you." Duff nodded, and Riddle waited for a while, she didn't seem to express any desire to talk more.

"I think, I like her." The boy tried to throw another chip, but unfortunately the other party just glanced at it lightly and didn't catch it: "Really?"

"Have you nothing else to say to me?"

"Don't make her sad."

Duff turned her head to look at the large and small clocks in the room. The morning sunlight slipped through the window and reflected from the snow outside. The whole room was glowing with colorful cold light. The pendulum never spoke again.

The cold wind blowing in the corridor made Riddle's originally dull mood even more depressed, and the sunlight scattered on the snow made his eyes ache. He quickly hid in the spiral staircase leading to the ground, as if this speed could dispel those annoying people. things are left behind.

Bad winter.

Think about what happened on this damn day.He cast a spell on himself, obviously tricked the ghost here, but what the hell did he do?Thinking of that vain kiss this morning, he felt restless in his stomach.He never knew that magic had such a great influence on him, kissing a ghost, kissing a piece of air, he felt that he was really crazy at that time.

Now it's all right, she ran away, he should have known that this ghost tolerated him too much, and made him unconsciously cross the original boundary.Damn it, he already knew that she was more shy than a panicked rabbit, and everything he did in her country should meet the private lifelong standard?Is it that word?He didn't quite understand the arrangement and combination of those strange Chinese characters.But if a wedding ring can solve these annoying problems, then he really doesn't mind getting one, and the money he got from Malfoy is probably enough for a wedding anyway, anyway, he will be 16 soon, according to Muggle law one He could indeed be married in a week's time.

But she ran, tore off his enchanted red rope, and disappeared without a trace.Damn it, if he was allowed to find her again, he might as well just kneel down and propose.It is true that he should first solve the problem that she is not affected by all magic. Marriage is as illusory as his love promise. If he can touch her, if she can be affected by magic, then he will not be forced to be in this situation forever The passive situation, this disadvantaged position made him, who was used to dominating everything, almost go crazy.

After all, what is Daiyu?Duff looks like he knows something inside, but she refuses to say, he doesn't remember offending this professor, why is she so defensive about herself?Did he have to deal with another professor who doubted him besides Dumbledore?Damn, what did he do to make her mistrust herself like that?Maybe he should prepare a unique clock, but as a professor, she would never accept it, so a more secure way to improve his favor was needed.

If Duff really knows more about the inside story than he does, then his previous judgment about Daiyu will be totally overturned and start all over again.Also, where did she know that Daiyu met her after she left?Did that Cher say something to her before falling asleep?In this way, he had to investigate who she had met and what she had said throughout the day since he met her.He had believed her promise too much before, if she really said something, then this problem must be really solved, not a curse of forgetting it all.

Things were tightly entangled like a mess, and the pain he had just felt eased wrapped around his brain like a snake again. He closed his door and lay down on the soft mattress.

The air in the room is warm but not too dry. Under the moonlight a few hours ago, a girl stayed here, but under the colorful water shadow touched by the sun today, everything disappeared without a trace with the night.

Like a frivolous dream.

But no matter what she was, whether it was the guardian spirit of the magic lamp or Merlin's joke, he would definitely find her again.

He can definitely find her.

With such complicated thoughts, the boy couldn't withstand the gradual onset of the effect of the medicine after all, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he soon fell into a drowsy dream.

"Whose house did you go to steal something tonight?"

Seeing that Nord finally woke up, Malfoy took a bite of the apple and gloated, "I think your wound looks like a trap. You should be glad that Mrs. Gray never talks too much."

"...you didn't go to class?"

Nord avoided the subject.

Malfoy grabbed the other party's collar, and thinking that this was still the infirmary, he lowered his voice and said, "This is how you repay me? Tell me everything you know, you can't deal with Riddle alone, form an alliance?"

Nord suddenly laughed: "You have found the wrong person."

"You still want to go to his side?" Malfoy said angrily, "Angelik has been watching you, don't tell me you don't know, they don't treat you as their own at all, what are you thinking? Volunteer to become the next Stian?"

"What do you know?" Nord looked at the other party seriously, and then said: "No, you'd better not tell me anything, don't tell me all the inside stories you know, this is my advice."

"why?"

"I swore an oath, an unbreakable curse."

The boy seemed to be talking about an unimportant matter, and even the expression on his face didn't change the slightest.

The silver-gray pupils shrank instantly, and Malfoy quickly let go of the other party's collar as if he had been scalded, and looked at him in disbelief. After a while, he whispered, "What's the content?"

"Be loyal to him."

The noon sun could not penetrate the slender window perpendicular to the ground, Malfoy turned his head and looked at the white snow that was particularly dazzling in the sun, or the solid ice that would not melt throughout the winter, the indoor fireplace was burning Wang, the students who had just finished class poured out of the dull classroom with different expressions, and he suddenly felt very cold.

Want to shout, scream, smash everything, want to cry for help like a man who saw a fire, want to wake them up, but that is meaningless except to confirm his status as a madman.

He's just a poor, helpless clown.

"This world is really crazy." Malfoy stood up slowly, no trace of emotion could be seen in his silver-gray pupils: "Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price for this."

He looked at his clean hands and sneered almost meanly: "We all have to pay for who we are now."