Vodai Ecstasy

03

The first day of school does not mean that there will be good weather. When Riddle walked out of the lounge, the sky was gloomy, and the howling morning wind roared in the dark and tall corridor, messing up the students' large black robes, and Yang There are countless pieces of feathers from night owls.

He didn't sleep well last night. He thought he would enjoy his time alone after the students in the same dormitory left, but the fact is that the legends and magic about the East have been lingering in his mind.

The East, the East that fascinated countless explorers centuries ago.

The strong wind can't break the strong mast, the wind can't beat the steadfast ship, and the disease can't break the willful ambition.Behind the dark sea lies the golden east, the paradise of the libertine, the palace of the daredevil.

He thought, like those fanatics, he had also been enchanted by the mysterious magic from the east. He couldn't help himself not to think about it at all. He went up in the flickering water outside the window, went east from the rough strait, and boarded the rocky sea. Over the snow-covered mountains and scorching deserts, to the distant Eden, the evergreen land favored by the magic of longevity, you don’t have to hide in the Muggle Middle East because of your wizard status. A place where all ambition can be carried out without fear.

But is it all just Nord's lies?

The two oriental children who dropped out of school had always gloomy expressions. The oriental Muggles who sneaked ashore during the war were sallow and emaciated. The continuous spread of the war made the yellow people on the street gradually disappear...and the ghost professor...a person who doesn't seem to remember anything But the professor who put himself alive... This seems to be the bleak reality covered by the gorgeous new clothes.

"Morning, Riddle."

The voice of the blond boy interrupted his contemplation, and Riddle turned his head and replied, "Morning, Malfoy, what class do you have?"

"Same as you, ancient rune." Malfoy shrugged: "Let's go together."

Riddle raised his eyebrows slightly: "I didn't know that you were still interested in this course." If he remembered correctly, the blond boy in front of him even claimed to ask his omnipotent father to dismiss him at the end of last year. A professor of runes, on the grounds that he simply cannot teach his students well (or simply cannot pass himself the exam).

"Not interested." Malfoy's answer was concise and clear: "Such spells that have been buried in the ground should be buried and burned to ashes."

"But Dad wants me to learn." He glanced at Riddle and exhaled dissatisfiedly: "He read your class list."

Riddle tilted his head slightly, and said softly: "Forgive me, Malfoy, I don't think there is any necessary connection between my course selection schedule and your selection of magic words."

The voice on the other side could be said to be gritted teeth: "You know there is a connection, the Malfoy family has always been the prefect of Slytherin... Of course I am no exception."

The black-haired boy couldn't help laughing: "I think you can consider using the influence of the school manager directly, instead of being like those reckless Gryffindor lions who always grab their own weaknesses. Much more effective than avoiding short-cuts."

"...No," unexpectedly refused: "From this year onwards, I will find a professor to make up lessons alone, and I will definitely beat you."

"It's an honor." The black-haired boy smiled and passed the challenge as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy seemed dissatisfied with this reaction, the shadow between his brows became deeper and deeper, he finally turned his face away, as if he didn't want to see Riddle's eternal smile again: "Are you going to listen to the ghost study in the afternoon?"

"Are you interested in it?" Riddle said indifferently, "I thought you had already seen my class schedule."

"I dare say that since that kid Nord finished blowing his ridiculous oriental magic system yesterday, no one in Slytherin is not interested in it now." Malfoy raised his eyes and glanced at Riddle, and added: "Maybe you are the only one." Surprise. But Stian, who always takes the same course as you, has changed his application form."

"Oh, is it?" Riddle's voice could not hear other emotions: "...we are here."

The first rune class was more boring than Riddle had imagined, and it even made this always excellent student feel restless. He aimlessly turned the textbook from the beginning to the last page, but there was no one Twisted and wacky words managed to squeeze their way into his jumbled brain.As for the voice of the teacher on the podium?Sorry, more boring.

He is looking forward to the end of get out of class, but what can he do after class, the library?lounge?court?

There was no class in the afternoon. He originally planned to use this afternoon to continue searching for Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, but now he hesitated.

The attraction of the East was so strong that he had to say he hesitated.

The longing for immortality is screaming in his blood, even if his constant self-hypnosis ghost research is not the same as teaching him the magic of the East, with this clue, he can actually find immortality himself.

He didn't want to take that course, not only because it would take away the time he planned to spend searching the chamber, but also because Nord had started the craze for taking it.It was the blue-eyed Nord who made this unpopular subject that no one cared about become the most anticipated subject among Slytherin students.

None of this is right.

He should be the guide of Slytherin.

If he did go to that course, what would the rest of the population think?The resolute Lord Voldemort was persuaded by the nameless Nord?

Ridiculous.

However, that strange ghost suddenly ran before his eyes, and now she seemed to have become a concrete image of eternal life, her tearful eyes were right in front of his eyes, as if accusing him of planning to miss it because of his ridiculous concerns. Such a great opportunity.

Damn it, couldn't he just arrest her and ask her how to live forever?

Why take that damn boring class?

It's just that the facts are obvious, kidnapping a professor at Hogwarts, even if it's just a ghost, is too unlikely and too risky, not to mention that since their unhappy meeting, he believes that the girl has a lot of love for him. There will be no good feelings.

A girl's mind is always in a thousand turns.

If there is no absolute benefit, he would rather go to the Forbidden Forest alone to deal with those magical creatures than have more interaction with them.

Women are even more boring. No matter how many years a woman lives, she has no progress, except for holding grudges.

He thought of Mrs. Cole again.Until now, she was still wary of him. Even though Riddle felt that she had disguised herself so perfectly in the orphanage, she would still think that the source of all misfortunes came from his instigation.

However, he also admitted that there was at least half the probability that she guessed correctly.

So what should he do?

No matter what method, the contact with the oriental girl cannot be avoided in the end, and it is impossible to avoid it. She is the only character in Hogwarts who understands the East. She is the lonely suspension bridge leading to the cliff of eternal life.

Riddle didn't understand what he was resisting.

"Riddle, can you answer this question?"

The professor's voice interrupted his chaotic thoughts, the boy stood up in a daze, and several distorted characters floated in the air behind the professor.

"Kurbatz."

A rose quietly bloomed from the textbook that Riddle opened up. The boy glanced down at the brightly colored flower, as if he didn't realize that he had completed an excellent magic. After a while, he continued: "It means, Blooming."

Excited applause erupted like a flood from the Slytherin students, as if the students thought this was the only bright spot in this long rune class.

It took the old professor a while to calm down the high emotions of the students. He touched his forehead and said helplessly: "Very well, Riddle, your demonstration was very exciting, but in fact, you only need to say the meaning of this rune That's fine, although the ancient runes don't use a magic wand, the risk of failure is also great..."

Dissatisfied boos began to spread under the podium, the professor sighed, and said helplessly: "In short, five points for Slytherin. Everyone prepares five ancient runes and writes their modern spells, and I will give them to me in the next class , get out of class is over now."

Stian and the others failed to intercept Riddle, and almost the moment the professor finished class, Riddle slipped out of the classroom with his books.

The wind at noon was no longer as cool as in the morning, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of relief from walking in the corridor. The strong wind blew the short black hair on the boy's forehead.Why not just rain, he thought, maybe the heavy rain would wake him up a bit.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had heard the continuous sound of rain almost all night last night.

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was still entrenched in her counter like a vulture. The boy hurriedly said hello to her and turned into the bookshelves.

Regarding the magic of the East, he remembered that there should be several books on the sixth row of bookshelves.

The boy's hurried footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the fifth row of bookshelves. He took a step back, seemingly casually pulled out a book from the next shelf to block himself, then took two quick steps forward, and rushed straight to the sofa beside him. .

The dark red cover covered most of the boy's face, and he seemed to be grateful that the strange book he pulled out was not a biting book, otherwise he should put a serious question mark on whether he can still maintain this illusion of reading quietly up.Of course, the current Riddle is completely in the mood to think about such boring issues. He only has one thought in his mind: "Why is that girl here?"

Beside the bookshelf about ten steps away from him, a slender oriental girl was walking slowly. She circled the bookshelf earnestly, her slender eyelashes trembling from time to time, as if she was looking for something.

Thanks to Merlin, she didn't notice herself.

Realizing this, the boy relaxed a little, adjusted his sitting position, and now he could observe her more naturally.

The Oriental girl should be a ghost, he thought, yes.At least it is certain that she is definitely not a human being, but a ghost, how could she have color?He doesn't understand.Different from the ghosts he saw in Hogwarts, he could clearly see her black hair, jet-black pupils, even a little bit of blush on her cheeks, her snow-white neck, and the sparkling light on her light pink nails. reflective.

If he hadn't been able to clearly and unmistakably see the rows of bookshelves behind her through her, he would really have thought she was a living person.

Is there any creature that is like a human being but whose body is translucent?

He couldn't figure it out.

Another thing beyond his cognition.

Riddle couldn't help clenching his fists, angry at his own ignorance, and also angry at this mysterious girl who broke into his territory.

Maybe he really needs to take that ghost research class, not because of Nord's speech, but now it is very necessary for him to figure out the real origin of the ghost in front of him.

Hopefully she's worth the value of letting herself give up this spare afternoon.

As for the worthless things... just destroy them.

A faint smile climbed up the corner of his mouth again, he closed the book and was about to leave, but when he stood up, he almost bumped into someone else.

The other party was obviously more frightened than he was, so he hurriedly stepped back two steps, covered his mouth with his long sleeves, and looked over with a bit of fear but pretending to be calm.

Riddle opened his mouth, but couldn't find any suitable opening words.

But the girl opposite laughed first: "Sorry, I was abrupt. Don't be afraid."

"...I..." the boy frowned and replied in a low voice, "I'm not afraid."

He looked at her seriously in the blink of an eye, and in his black jade-like pupils was the slim reflection of an oriental girl: "...you don't remember me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and her brows carefully frowned again. She carefully looked at the tall and thin boy in front of her, and then said softly, "It's kind of familiar..." But she shook her head again: "But I just I remember a hazy shadow."

She seemed to be seriously apologetic, and explained embarrassingly: "I don't know what's going on with me, but I just can't remember things, people I've seen, places I've been to, things I've met, everything is very fast. just forget..."

She lowered her head, her eyes were like the sparkling lake water in early spring, and the boy's heart suddenly felt such a negligible pain like a needle prick.

He frowned, a little dubious, but unreasonably believed that she was telling the truth:

"Then what else do you remember?"

"Daiyu," the girl said softly, as if catching the last spider thread before falling into the cliff, she repeated: "I only remember that my name is Lin Daiyu."

"Okay, Miss Daiyu", he was amazed that he could pronounce this weird name so quickly, and there was even a little familiarity for no reason, maybe because he heard it again yesterday, he paused, and continued: " My name is Riddle, Tom Riddle, a fifth year Slytherin. Maybe we'll see each other more often."

Daiyu smiled lightly: "It's really familiar, if I forget it later, don't forget to remind me."

"...you won't forget" the boy's chest was hit with unreasonable annoyance, the hand under the black robe clenched his fist and put it down again, he tried to smile and added: "Maybe we will find some way, that way You won't keep forgetting."

"I've been sick for many years, how can it be so easy to get better?" The girl chuckled: "Even if I can really get better, it will take a lot of effort. You are still a student, aren't you busy enough with your homework every day?"

He took a sudden step forward, threatening to bring her small body into his shadow, his voice could no longer control his annoyance, but the smile on his face became even stronger: "Miss Daiyu, I am different from them . . . you will understand."

After saying this, without any extra politeness, the black-haired boy left the library without looking back.

Daiyu was stunned for a long while, Rucong's fingertips lightly brushed the book left by the boy, and finally couldn't help but annoyed: "It's so good to take it out on me, it's really..."

There was a light cloud of anger between the brows, and the eyes were watery, but no tears fell.

The author has something to say:

I don't know what to say, I was a little stimulated, and decided to update it in Jinjiang.

that's it.