Vodai Ecstasy

01

London’s nights are rarely so dark. There are only a few solitary gas street lamps, stingily illuminating the square inch of space under the thin light poles. Behind the dark windows are flickering candles. slight complaints.The sound of pattering rain approached from far away, gradually swallowing up all these noises.

A huge black umbrella, covered with fine ice crystals, came slowly out of the rain.When he got closer, he could see the slender black-haired boy under the umbrella. He walked to an iron gate with the oversized black umbrella alone. A black snake with its own tail hovered over the gate.

The snake's eyes flashed twice: "Visitor?"

"Tom Riddle."

The boy opened his mouth in a rather good-tempered manner.

The black snake closed its eyes, the ring snake spun quickly, the door opened with a rattle, and the young man walked in unhurriedly.

"Riddle?!"

The brown-haired boy rushed out of the house in a hurry, and even forgot to hold an umbrella. When he really saw the other party, he suddenly froze in place.

Riddle smiled and waved his wand, a transparent barrier immediately appeared on the brown-haired boy's head, and the raindrops shunted down from both sides, no longer falling on the boy's body.

"I thought you would welcome me more." Riddle laughed.

"Of course! I just didn't expect..." Stian glanced under the umbrella, and then said in a low voice, "Come inside."

There was a strong fire burning in the room, and Riddle threw the weird big umbrella outside the room. The moment it landed, the umbrella shrank violently and instantly turned back into a dead branch.

"What a beautiful transfiguration..." Stian murmured watching Riddle's movements, and then he reacted and asked quickly: "Aren't you worried about the regulations of the Ministry of Magic? Underage wizards are forbidden to use magic outside of school .”

"Can those... wizards find out?" The boy forcibly revised his original wording. He sat down on the sofa and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that you are much more cautious than before."

"I...I just..."

The other party was still smiling, but Stian couldn't continue. He looked at his clenched fingertips and said softly: "When the New Year passed, I thought you wouldn't come. Do you want to come in two days? Is it the end of term?"

"I was delayed on the road for a while." Riddle turned her head and glanced at the ghost beside her. She just sat quietly and looked at everything around her silently. As for the two boys, apart from the nagging sound before entering the door, they seemed He didn't intend to speak: "As you can see, I think you may have a quiet place here for Miss Lin to stay for two days."

The girl glanced at Riddle lightly, but said nothing.

"The rooms upstairs are fine." Stian said softly, "My parents have gone to France, and they may not come back for a few months..."

He didn't say anything later, and Riddle understood what he was worried about. The flames of war in Europe were far more intense than those in Britain, and the activities of black wizards were also more rampant.The irony is that at the beginning of the semester, the boy was still saying that he agreed with Grindelwald's theory, but when his loved ones were really in danger, he flinched.

Maybe that's just human nature.

"They still want to find a school for you?" Riddle said softly.

"Although I don't think it's necessary," Stian shrugged: "Only places like St. Mungo's in the Ministry of Magic need QWLs, but I want to go out for a walk. I'm tired of being locked up in this crappy place every day."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the ghost, stood up and said, "Come on, Miss Lin, I hope you don't mind my guest room."

The girl followed up the stairs obediently. The guest room was not big, and it had obviously been carefully prepared. The vase on the table was filled with roses that did not belong to this season. The surrounding streets could not be seen, but a vast wasteland.

"The gate is just an entrance." Riddle explained softly: "Muggles can't see this land."

Daiyu nodded, and said softly: "This place is really quiet, not a single voice can be heard."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, but Stian was a little dazed: "There is sound insulation magic here, and the voices of Muggles can't get in."

The girl laughed softly, and did not continue the topic. She gave Riddle a sideways look: "As you wish, what are you still standing here for?"

"I'll be back soon." Riddle nodded, and retreated with Stian.Daiyu sat down by the bed alone, listening to the boys indistinctly mention the words "Knockturn Alley", "Bojinbok", "Descendants of Slytherin", and felt that these were not her concerns.

The ghost turned his head and glanced at the clean and tidy cage. For some reason, the boy always seemed to want to lock her up.

What is he trying to do?

If she really can't get back to the past, how will she deal with herself?

Neither human nor ghost, "alive" neither dead nor alive.She doesn't like this state.

She remembered what the boy had asked the old shopkeeper: "Is it possible that she is not dead?"

She had to admit that she was inexplicably shocked when she heard this.

It would be great if that's the case...

The ghost buried his face in his arms and sighed softly.

Suddenly there were a few heavy knocks on the door, she responded, the brown-haired boy opened the door, but just stood at the door.

"Miss Lin..." The other party didn't seem to have thought about how to speak, but just stood there awkwardly.

"He has already left?" Daiyu said with a light smile, "Are you here to bid him farewell?"

Stian nodded with relief, and said roughly: "If you need anything, you can call Val, my little elf."

There was a slight pop in the air, and an elf wrapped in rags suddenly appeared in the room. He blinked and said sharply, "Val is glad to serve you, my lady."

Daiyu laughed again: "I don't need it for now, thank you."

The elf looked back at his young master again, and disappeared immediately after getting permission.

"He said he would be back in two days." After saying this, Stian fled the room as if fleeing.

Outside the city of Little Hangleton, a crumbling house stood in the dense forest on the hillside. Thanks to the heavy snow, it didn’t bury it. It just shivered in the cold wind and dead branches. The weeds seem to have been abandoned for a long time.

Locked in by the night and the cold, no one noticed an intruder suddenly appearing on the hillside.

Riddle quietly looked at the deserted path in front of him, Morfin Gunter... He pondered the name in his heart, and heard the clerks in the blog shop of Bojin talk half mockingly and half fearfully about the one who just came to make a big fuss. The man in the field claimed to be a descendant of Slytherin. He was not a little bit happy, but rather resisted.

Marvolo... He looked up this name from the family history of the wizards. There are not many names. Judging from the age, the most suitable record is a wizard who was imprisoned in Azkaban more than ten years ago. He was not charged with any crimes. Written in detail, the family tree only stated that the Gaunt family was descended from Slytherin, and the narrative stopped abruptly when Morfin Gaunt was imprisoned.It seems that the author does not know or does not want to mention more stories of this family in detail.

And his physical mother... the woman who didn't even leave her own name, was simply erased by ink, as if she didn't exist.

The young man pushed open the door nailed with the dead snake, and the turbulent dust rushed into his nostrils, causing him to cough in a low voice.

【Who is there? 】

The man's hoarse and ugly voice came from the dark room, and Riddle understood the strange hiss without any effort—the other party used Parseltongue.

[Let me see which Muggle who is not afraid of death is this again... Garbage!robber! 】

The old wooden door opened with a creak, and a monster-like creature came out holding a wand. The man was wearing tattered clothes, hunched over, his thick hair was tangled with thick dirt, and his original color could not be seen at all. The small black eyes stared in two opposite directions.Looks like a monster crawled out of hell.

[Good evening] The boy finally opened his mouth: [Mr. Gunter? 】

【You can speak snake language?Who are you? ] The man was stunned for a moment, then raised his wand furiously: [Liar!Steal scholars!How likely are you to speak the noble language? !Only our family is the only descendant of Slytherin! 】

"Petrificustotalus."

The boy obviously has faster movements than the man, and Morfin was already unable to move in just one stroke.

"Lumos."

The boy lit his wand, but just stood there quietly, not knowing what to think.

The fluorescence allowed Morfin to finally see the thin and pale young man in front of him clearly. He frowned and looked at him for a long time before he opened his mouth and smiled. The voice from the toothless mouth was a bit leaky: [...Tom Riddle ?who are you?What do you want to do?Why pretend to be this stupid Muggle, your aesthetics are really hopeless. 】

The man's sinister laughter resembled a dead night owl in the night, but the boy still didn't speak.

[No... No... That damned Muggle is not that small now...] The man's eyes rolled twice again, and his facial expression became ferocious again: 【It's you...Merope's little bastard!Betrayer of wizarding blood!Is the locket with you?Return it to me quickly! 】

[... Merope? 】Riddle finally spoke: 【Your sister? 】

【By the way, what about her? 】The expression on Mofen's face was a bit strange: 【...Is she not dead yet?impossible.I've been looking for her for so long... How could she escape with her little magic that is no different from a Squib? 】

"Silence."

The boy impatiently drew the other party's wand, and said coldly: "I think we can change to a more efficient way of speaking... Imperio."