Vodai Ecstasy

04

Muggles living in London have a hard time remembering when an old-fashioned red brick department store closed for business, and when the "Closed for Renovation" sign on the door hung until now. The smiling face looked at the pedestrians coming and going in the gloomy daylight, until a black-haired boy came over and whispered something to it, then it nodded slightly, waving its connected fingers, and the boy went straight into the glass window inside.

Even in a hospital, most of the medical staff have a morning-specific drowsiness, and the occasional sound of small explosions seems to be commonplace for this hospital, and it no longer attracts people's more interest.

Therapist Frieders yawned at the uninvited boy. "Prescription?"

"I didn't come to get your medicine." Riddle said softly.

"The herbal medicine department is not for visiting," said Fredes, as I am used to seeing you kids, "The kid who sneaked in last time had his arm swallowed, and it took him half a month to give it to him." Take it back."

"Sir, I came here entirely out of admiration for you." Riddle smiled and said, "I heard that you have a special liking for prescription drugs and have extraordinary attainments, but it's a pity that the dean doesn't seem to appreciate your talent as much as I do. .”

"So what? You want to learn prescriptions from me?" Frieders looked at the boy in front of him: "Why do you think I should teach you?"

"Actually, I got a potion by chance, but I don't know how to use it. I believe you can give me an answer." Then, the boy took out a small bottle of transparent potion, which he took aside Strangely, when the nib was pulled out, no drop of water flowed out. Riddle used a little force to shake off the water drop, and the water drop fell on the table, condensing into semi-solid water droplets After five seconds, the water drops suddenly collapsed like a landslide.

Frieders took the tip of the pen and looked at it for a moment, with a greedy gleam in his eyes: "Where did you get it?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Riddle said with a smile, "If you're interested, I can give you this bottle."

Frieders thought for a while: "You mean you don't know what's the use of this kind of thing?" He pursed his mouth, and said nonchalantly: "This thing is really useless. I want to solidify the water and freeze it directly. It’s fine if there’s no ice, what’s the use of this potion.”

"I think so," Riddle smiled, and put away the potion: "Since that's the case, it's really inconvenient to give this useless thing as a gift to you. I'll come to visit another day when I get something better."

"Wait," just as the boy was about to leave, Fredes couldn't help but stop him. Facing the boy's slightly confused eyes, he rubbed his hands and kept looking at the boy's pocket : "You know... Although it's useless, I'm really addicted to all kinds of potions... Why don't you give it to me, and I'll give you a bottle of Felix Elixir?"

"I'm not short of luck, sir." Riddle said with a smile: "In fact, before I came here, Mrs. Scout met me once, and she said that she would exchange an equal weight of gold for this vial of potion .”

"Ms. Scout?" Frieders narrowed his eyes: "You promised her? That woman is not something a child like you should be in contact with."

"I have no intention of touching her, sir," Riddle smiled. "I just happened to get a bottle of potion, and everyone is so eager for it. I just want to satisfy my curiosity before changing hands."

"In that case," Frieders waved his wand, a door appeared out of nowhere from the wall and was opened, and there were all kinds of medicine bottles densely packed inside: "Give it to me, I'll tell you Scott Why do you need this potion?"

"But I don't know the purpose of this potion. You seem to be cheating the treasure from the hands of the students."

"Why do I have to go to such lengths to coax you, this potion is useless to you," Frieders obviously lost his patience. He glanced at the wall, and the surrounding area was empty, without any portraits: " This potion works only on ghosts."

"Act on ghosts?" The boy finally became interested.

Fredes opened his hand, but the other party didn't show any intention of making a deal. He could only hold back his temper again and said, "Scout has been haunted by ghosts. It's never been a secret. Before you came here You must have tried this potion, I don't need to lie to you."

"Then, sir," the boy's voice was as calm as water: "How can I confirm that your words are true?"

Myrtle didn't expect to see Riddle again so soon. Standing on the stairs of the hospital, she looked at the young man who turned around from the door of the herbal medicine department. She staggered in fright and almost threw herself down the stairs. go down.

Fortunately, the therapist next to her gave her a hand in time: "Be careful, Miss."

Myrtle didn't bother to thank others, her brash voice had already attracted the eyes she least wanted to attract.

Riddle's gaze turned as expected, and he was facing a pair of panicked eyes hidden under the thick glasses.

At last Myrtle could not hold back a cry of surprise, and turned her head and ran upstairs.

Riddle didn't quickly see who it was.

Myrtle ran too fast, he only remembered the flustered back, the girl who knew him, she didn't even think she was a student, but she didn't know why she ran so fast.

Riddle didn't understand, but he didn't allow characters beyond his control to exist, so he followed.

Running in the hospital was too conspicuous. When Riddle quickly walked up to the fourth floor, only patients and therapists were left in the corridor. The boy slowed down. In the magic hospital, it is not so easy to find a wizard.

But at that moment, Riddle found a familiar figure, and he froze for a moment: "Olivia Schell?"

Myrtle, who was hidden behind the curtain, almost screamed again at this sound, but this time she controlled her body and did not let the inappropriate sound escape.

Shell!

Merlin's beard.

She dragged Shell over, why did she forget her at the critical moment?

Myrtle held her breath and listened carefully to the boy's voice.

Schell didn't answer Riddle, which was actually not beyond Myrtle's expectations, Schell still can't speak, and her consciousness is not so clear, otherwise Myrtle wouldn't have given up on the boss's efforts to get her away from that Muggle father. While grabbing over, he didn't expect the illness to miss him, but bumped into Riddle.

Myrtle and Riddle have nothing to do with each other, except for Olive Hornbe's failed prom invitation, other people's intentional or unintentional compliments on Riddle, and the extra points he gets back and forth, Riddle and her are two under the same roof. characters of the world.

But she knew that Schell had written a letter with Riddle before the accident, and they met once in the owl shed, and Schell looked disturbed and panicked, and she saw the name on the envelope at that time.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Riddle's voice sounded unexpectedly calm: "Do you remember me?"

long silence.

Myrtle pricked up her ears, but she only heard that Riddle seemed to stop the therapist and ask about Schell's situation.The healer's slightly sleepy whispers didn't fully reach Myrtle's ears, she only heard words like "two people" and "memory" without any suffixes.

Merlin's beard, do you want to go out?

But going out now, how to explain her hiding?

Myrtle has a sense of fear for most men, and also for women, especially for women like Olive Hornby. For Riddle, it is a natural fear, even if the other party always looks like a good student, she feels that Slater After Lin's admiration for pure blood, the fear became more and more intense.

She wanted to help Schell, because Schell was one of the few classmates she could still talk to, but she didn't want anything to do with Slytherin, especially Riddle.

"In this case, she and I are classmates, so I'll stay here with her for a while."

Riddle's voice came clearly, and Myrtle stopped the steps she wanted to take.

What is he trying to do?

"You really... don't remember me?"

The boy's voice was nice, and he asked Shell's memory over and over again like a family member who refused to accept reality.

There was silence, and Shell didn't answer.

Myrtle doesn't understand, Riddle looks so lovable, even if Shel handed him a love letter, it doesn't matter, besides, a Slytherin student has already dropped out for this matter, why should she be afraid of Riddle ?

By the way, that student, that student and Riddle have always been very close...

What can that prove?

Myrtle felt that her brain was going to explode. It was obviously a very simple thing, but the consequences were a little serious, but did she need to be afraid of that?

Myrtle couldn't figure it out, but she didn't dare to go out and face Riddle.

But she suddenly realized that Riddle had been silent during the time she was contemplating. What was he doing?Is it gone?

Myrtle moved the curtain a little, to have a look and observe.

In the limited field of vision, there was no one sitting on the chair where Schell was originally sitting, and Riddle was not there either.

But the curtains were suddenly pulled open by an external force, and the piercing sunlight surrounded her all of a sudden, Myrtle screamed in fright.

Was discovered.