Vodai Ecstasy

05

It wasn't Riddle who lifted the curtain.

When a huge unfamiliar face approached, Myrtle panicked even more than seeing Riddle. Without him, this head was too huge, like an inflated hot air balloon, pressing heavily on the thin and thin neck. There are also two winding scars on the pretty face.

The therapist who appeared in time saved Myrtle who was about to cry. He pulled the giant face and hurriedly said, "Mr. Hoff, why did you run out, go back quickly."

Only then did Myrtle breathe a sigh of relief, she patted the dust off her body and stood up, and suddenly remembered the missing Shel, she quickly looked out the window, and there was no sign of the two of them in the hospital courtyard.

Where did it go?

She walked down the stairs anxiously, and the number of patients walking in the hospital gradually increased, but there was no sign of Schell and the others. She finally caught a therapist and asked.

The therapist didn't have any impression, but just said that children should not run around.

Myrtle could only continue to ask the next person, but no one gave her the answer she wanted. Myrtle stomped her feet anxiously, but suddenly saw a familiar figure flashing past the end of the corridor.

Is it Riddle?

She lightened her steps and planned to follow.His hand was grabbed by someone.

"Let me go!" Myrtle turned her head impatiently, and met a pair of gray eyes: "Malfoy?"

At the same time, the boy also screamed, "Mudblood?"

Malfoy let go of his hand immediately, and Myrtle staggered when he let go suddenly. Malfoy didn't look guilty at all, but took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers as if he was afraid of being infected with some germs.

"you?!"

Myrtle exploded with anger, and tears welled up, she turned around and wanted to leave, but was tripped by Malfoy on the ground: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Save your life." The look of disgust in Malfoy's eyes didn't decrease a bit: "Don't blame me for not reminding you if you want to go forward again."

"You...you..." Tears kept falling, and Myrtle was trembling with fear: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything. If I recognize you in advance, I won't stop the Mudblood to die." Malfoy snorted coldly: "If you don't want to die, stay away from Slytherin."

After he finished speaking, he raised his leg and left. Myrtle watched Malfoy walk up to another tall and majestic man with the same hair color. It should be Malfoy's father. He was talking about something with a therapist. Malfoy Fu never looked this way again.

She got up and looked at the corner of the corridor again, it was empty and there was no sign of anyone.

The divination results in the crystal ball crawled into her mind again, itching, but full of ferocious barbs, which made her heart tug suddenly.

She is going to die.

Wouldn't it be better to stop here?

The tide beat against the rocks, and the cold sea breeze seemed to cut every inch of the human body like a knife in the hands of a murderer. Riddle looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, and let go of the restraint on Sher.

Looks like he's doing a decent job of Apparating, at least the half-sane girl hasn't lost any arms or legs.

"It's just us here now." He turned his head and glanced at the dark cave behind him, and said in a deep voice, "I played here with a few Muggle children when I was young, I never thought I would bring others here , how do you feel about this place?"

Shell still didn't respond.

"Can't the magic of memory confusion turn you into a fool, is it still worth pretending?" Riddle smiled, and drew out his wand: "Disarm you."

Unexpectedly, no wand fell out, and Schell staggered back a few steps and fell on the rough reef.

"You didn't bring your wand?"

Riddle took two steps forward, and with great interest, used his wand to brush away the messy hair on Shell's face: "Then how did you get into St. Mungo's Nursing Home? Tell me who is that?"

Shell didn't respond, like a puppet without a soul.

"It seems that you won't tell me yourself," Riddle thought for a while, pressed his wand against Shell's forehead, and said softly: "Although it will be a bit risky, Legilimency."

Schell's memory was in chaos, which made Riddle frowned. The memory he modified by himself, he knew what kind of consequences it would cause, but Schell's memory was so chaotic that he couldn't connect it at all, as if being It's like someone forcibly messed it up.

Will the same spell mutate due to different personal constitutions?

Riddle searched back and forth in Schell's memory maze, but couldn't find anything of value at all. Every portrait was shattered, and she couldn't even remember the faces, only the ones in her home were left. The scene is slightly more complete.

An ordinary small building in a village, Riddle opened the door and walked in.

There was no one in the living room on the first floor. Sunlight came in from the window and sprinkled on the coffee that was being brewed. The aroma filled the room. A man hurriedly ran downstairs, but the fire was extinguished before him.The man helplessly shouted upstairs: "Olivia, how many times have you told me not to use that power to help me?"

A girl giggled and ran down. Riddle looked at it carefully. It was Olivia when she was a child. The girl blinked her big innocent eyes and asked, "Aren't you allowed to help me?"

The man sighed: "You are not allowed to use that power."

"I'm not a monster..." The girl's voice was a little low: "I just want to help Dad with something..."

The weather outside the window turned cold in an instant, and it seemed that there was a tendency of strong winds.

"I know you're not..." The man hugged Olivia: "But we can't let others know... understand?"

Seeing this, Riddle couldn't help but snorted coldly, these ridiculous Muggles.

He moved his footsteps a little, and the scene suddenly changed to the corridor of Hogwarts. Daiyu stood opposite and smiled at herself:

"I guess I'm a Muggle too."

Riddle almost stepped forward, but the brown-haired girl took a step faster:

"Muggles don't become ghosts, you might be a Squib."

"Maybe," the ghost just smiled, "I don't think it's any different. Even a wizard just knows a little more magic, and they all suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death. What's the difference?"

The girl seemed to argue again, and the scene became chaotic again. Many students in school uniforms came and went, and a Ravenclaw girl yelled, "Stop interacting with that four-eyed monster."

A girl wearing glasses muttered, "Don't you think being a boy that everyone likes is actually scarier than his support club?"

On the other side, Riddle saw himself: "Are you looking for Lin? She's not in the library right now."

The surrounding scenery became more and more chaotic, a pale boy rushed over holding a wand, Riddle was stunned for a moment, and then was pushed out by a powerful thrust.

The tide beat against the reef, and the wind in front of the cave was still bitter. After waking up, Riddle looked at Shel, who was shivering from the cold, and grabbed him and left here.

In front of the warm fireplace, the ghost was reading a book quietly, while Stian sat on the sofa beside him, looking a little at a loss.

The door was suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in, and the tall figure of the young man quickly entered the room.

"You're back."

Stian opened his mouth first, but Riddle glanced at Daiyu first. The other party closed the book and looked at the returned boy with a smile.

Riddle hummed: "I'm going back today."

"So soon?" Stian was obviously reluctant: "Can't we stay for another two days?"

"I'm afraid not." Riddle raised his eyebrows: "Before that, Stian, I have something to confirm with you."

The two avoided the ghost, and Riddle said softly, "How is she today?"

"Miss Lin has been reading and chatted with me about my family."

"I don't suggest you talk about family-related topics with her in the future, it's meaningless," Riddle smiled, and changed the subject: "I met with Shel today."

Stian's face suddenly turned pale.

Riddle didn't let him go: "Why did you use the Amnestic Curse on Schell so many times?"

"She...remember?"

Riddle shook his head: "Your spell was successful, but her memory is still in a mess, and even St. Mungo's therapist couldn't save it."

Seeing Stian breathed a sigh of relief, Riddle continued: "So why? I don't remember that using such spells on classmates is allowed. Why haven't you been found out?"

"I stole the sleepy bug...everyone was asleep, and no one noticed." Stian squeezed his fists: "That night, I went to the infirmary, and she was talking in her sleep... most of the time she screamed , but I heard... your name..."

Riddle nodded thoughtfully: "For me?"

Stian nodded, then shook his head and said, "I don't know... I know you have nothing to do with her, but I'm always afraid that she will accuse you..."

"It's true that I have nothing to do with that matter," Riddle smiled, as if there was a hint of warning: "But whether it is a prefect or a friend, I have to advise you, don't do unnecessary things."

Stian shook twice and nodded.

"What superfluous thing?"

The girl's voice came clearly from behind the two of them, and when they heard the sound, they turned their heads, and Daiyu had already stood behind them at some point.