Vodai Ecstasy

There was no snow on Christmas, but there was an unexpected sunny day.Riddle took a rare late sleep, and when he woke up from the warm dark green mattress, the sunlight swayed like water plants on the dark green curtains through the water patterns, and the indoor fire was blazing. He thought he had survived the long winter, and was growing with the green shadow in this room, melting into that noisy spring.

That was of course just an illusion.

There were still students in twos and threes in the lobby of the lounge, most of them greeted him politely, a few of them huddled in the corners, and he didn't know if they looked at him with fear or envy, but he didn't care.

Angelik had mentioned to him that many people wanted to stay at school and spend Christmas with him, but since there was no one among them who needed his attention, his attitude towards this meaningless holiday activity changed from actively participating to Immediately turned to no interest.

Leave him alone.

He had been in a tense state some time ago, although those things seemed so trivial that they were not worth mentioning.Riddle didn't know why he wasted his energy on those trivial matters, they were completely opposite to his goals.

Through the damp stone wall, up the dark stone steps, from the cold underground into the dazzling light, the sun danced on the white snow, the sky was blue, the boy couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

Only then did he realize that maybe it was because the group of students had returned home, and Nagini, who had been kicked out of the bedroom, had completely fallen into hibernation, and his usual busy schedule had left a rare period of free time today.

Walking along the straight corridor, passing through sections of light and shadow cut by the pillars, the campus is very quiet during the holidays. There are not many people in the library, and everything is as quiet as if the sound has been erased.He was a little surprised to find that he would pay attention to such boring information, and what surprised the boy was that he walked to the familiar bookshelf again, Oriental magic and illustrations.

Damn inertia.

Riddle took a deep breath, turned his head and saw Mrs. Pince walking towards him with a resentful face, she rarely showed this look to this top student, at least in Riddle's memory, but now she didn't Give him preferential treatment as always, but lowered his voice to him rather dissatisfied: "The library does not allow owls and all other pets to enter, now you get out, if I find that owl trying to break in , then I'll report it to Head Slytherin."

"But, ma'am..."

Mrs. Pince's hand strength was closer to that of an old vulture than Riddle imagined. She couldn't help but throw the boy who was much taller than herself out of the door. Before Riddle could argue, a gray-black The warm object rushed into his arms following the cold wind outside the door.

Riddle hastily stepped back two steps, his right hand had already grasped the wand, but he stopped again, and instead grabbed the thing's legs, and then pinched its wings, and only then did he see clearly the frenzied movement. stuff.

A gray and black owl, he was sure he had never seen it before.The feathers on the neck have an inconspicuous dark green circle, which looks like a letter "V".

He tore off the letter on the owl's feet, it was a greeting card, the address was only filled in with Riddle of Hogwarts, the signature was Hogsmeade's pet shop, and the congratulatory message read:

Dear Mr. Riddle

Merry Christmas to you.This owl is a gift and you are its owner.

Enclosed is the owl breeding manual, and I sincerely wish you a happy life.

Riddle frowned. He really didn't have his own owl. He didn't have anyone to contact. He didn't think it was necessary to keep an owl.He did go to the pet store once in October, and after intercepting the owl that Nord gave to the ghost, he did consider whether to buy an owl of his own at that time.But what is the need, he still has no one to keep in touch with.

The messenger is the spider thread that connects the individual with the world, but Riddle has no relatives, no friends, and he has nothing to do with the world, let alone nostalgia.

He couldn't think of anyone who would give him an owl at this time. What he needed was the entrance map of the secret room, not such an annoying pet.

Perhaps he should express a non-existent thank you to the person who gave the gift, but who was that person?

He let go of the owl's legs, and the little owl landed on the side railing in aggrieved manner.

"Who is so blind?" Riddle couldn't help laughing: "Choose such an ugly one and give it to me?"

The owl looked aggrieved, but then it turned its head, as if to forget about the arrogant new owner. Riddle looked at the owl with interest, and then wrote a sentence on the back of the greeting card, Put it back in the original envelope.

"No name," Riddle said softly, "Send it to the person who bought you. If you can't deliver it, don't return it."

The owl glanced sideways at the boy, and suddenly smacked at Riddle's finger. Facing the sudden attack, the boy didn't have much embarrassment because he couldn't dodge it. Rather, his wand had been waiting for this opportunity early on. .The little owl was naturally defeated, let out a sleepy cry, turned its head and disappeared into the blue sky.

Riddle moved his neck a little bit. It stands to reason that Hogsmeade is naturally immersed in the festive atmosphere at this time, and the pet store will probably not be open, but since such an event has come, it might as well be used as a way for him to go out to relax. reason.

It is difficult for a letter without a recipient to reach its destination. He doesn't care where the released owl will end up.Maybe it can be said that the owl is really lucky, he didn't give it a name, it is still a messenger without an owner, it enjoys the boy's favor, Nagini is hibernating, otherwise it will get an unexpected extra meal .

The festive atmosphere in Hogsmeade was stronger than he thought, and of course, it was also the atmosphere he hated the most.Those little wizards running up and down the streets always reminded him of those gloomy days in the orphanage, with London's endless fog and rain, he could not remember even a moment of clearing up.And Christmas, damn Christmas.Christmas is a day created by those stupid Muggles to torment each other, especially those well-dressed so-called upper-class people. This is the only day throughout the year to go to the orphanage endlessly, obviously just to complete a task that must be completed, but must Putting on a mask of amiability and pretending to be a fake kindness, this task is an attempt to pay for their year-long sin.And he who suffers can only be forced to put on funny new clothes (who knows which premature dead ghost left them), and wait for the review of the group of fools like a doll.

Fortunately, this kind of time did not last for a few years. The days of trying to please those fools and gaining a little favor came to an end when he was 11 years old. Thanks to Merlin, he was just a temporary lost in the Muggle world wizard.

The door of the pet store was closed as he expected, and Riddle didn't stop there. He walked aimlessly back and forth on the street, going in and out of one candy store or toy house that was still open. Willing to stay in business for Christmas, he walked past the door of the Grand Inn, and instead of going in, he circled back to the bar and ordered chips and a butterbeer.

No appetite.

The ghost mentioned the food in her hometown when he was unconscious. He also read it in books. Compared with this narrow island country, China is a huge country, and the food there is also diverse. The ghost mentioned He was even more surprised by the complexity.

It was difficult for Riddle to understand why they had to spend so much time on daily energy supplements. If the food there was really that good, why did the ghost still look so thin? She was so thin that she seemed to be dying at any time Blown off by the wind.Perhaps it was because they spent too much time tossing the ingredients that caused the ghost to die young. After all, she died so young, but the possibility of being poisoned was not ruled out.

The boy's hand suddenly paused.

Poisoned.

He'd focused on finding the object the ghost was attached to, but Duff told him it didn't exist.It's just that he doesn't understand what that means, magic can't be created out of nothing, if what Duff said is true, then what is that ghost.

For a long time, he racked his brains on the origin of ghosts, and naturally ignored the ghosts themselves. Rather, he is like this for everyone, posting one after another whether it is valuable or not to use it for everyone without any difference. Judging the label, as for their own emotions, that is not within the scope of his consideration.

After the ghost left for the second time, everything about her suddenly broke into his heart at an inopportune time.

What kind of person is she?

Was she poisoned?

Riddle painstakingly searched every fragment of her memory, smart, frail, sickly, rich, fond of Muggle literature, seemed to know music, had a good family once, but only seemed to exist for a long time. for a short time.

He is no stranger to poisoning the heir for inheritance, but he doesn't understand, she is so smart that she can even see through his thoughts, why can't she see through the shameless tricks of those idiots.

He thought of those eyes that were always sparkling, and he came to a conclusion in less than a second.

It was she who didn't want to live anymore.

It's ridiculous.

The young man clenched his fists unconsciously. He didn't understand what Daiyu was thinking. She was weak but not weak. Compared to him who was born in an orphanage, she had always held a good hand. He believed that in the future She's smart, she can live a good life.

But she wanted to die by herself.

A cavity of anger rose involuntarily in his chest, causing a dull pain in his chest.

If you don't want to live so much, you might as well give him your life.He doesn't want to die.

But her soul is actually wandering in this world, and in such a broken form, it is more similar to the state of a living person.

Why does a soul without nostalgia still stay in this world?

Did she die after all?

Riddle suddenly froze.

It's not that he hasn't considered this possibility. When he first met her, at Hogwarts, he asked Bud this question.But Bud's shaking of his head made him deny this idea, and the legend about the magic lamp made him go further and further, but Duff's assertion confused him, and now everything seems to be back to the original point.

not dead.

How could she not be dead? Her attire is hundreds of years different from the current Chinese?

But if she lives...

This idea was running wildly in his brain like a germ.

If she is alive... that means she has lived for hundreds of years, the longest-lived person among Muggles. If her current appearance is not a disguise, then she can almost be said to have reached the state of immortality.Riddle recalled what Nord said again, the wizards of the East, the ultimate pursuit...is eternal life.

... She is really the bridge on the road to eternal life.

The bar was still noisy, only the young man at the bar was out of tune with the warm atmosphere, he just stared blankly at the wine glass in his hand, his handsome face and scarlet eyes were clearly reflected on the clear yellow surface of the wine.