Vodai Ecstasy

07

In the clear blue sky and bustling London, Riddle silently clenched his wand among the fleeing crowd.

Damn it, he really stayed in the magical world for too long, how could he forget that such a fine weather is not only suitable for playing, it is actually more suitable for bombing.The air-raid siren was louder than louder, making his eardrums ache, and the Muggles passing by even tried to "help" the boy who stood out of place by dragging him into the bomb shelter.

Of course, Riddle would not let the Muggles' wish to help others get what they wanted, he clenched his wand tightly, and shrank a little further into the shadows on the street corner.

"It's dangerous here."

The ghost who had been silent all this time spoke first.

"Don't compare me with those stupid Muggles." Riddle rejected the ghost's offer with a black face.

"Why are you angry for no reason?" Daiyu gave Riddle a squinting look, but didn't argue with him any more.

A few black shadows came and went under the sky, and the sound of guns and explosions was getting closer and closer. Riddle had no intention of hiding. Compared with those shells with limited destructive power, he was more worried about using magic on the street. , Will it be discovered by those stupid pigs from the Ministry of Magic?

"where do you want to go?"

Riddle was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer right away.Daiyu continued: "Didn't you mean to show me around here? Or is this just another cover?"

"Where do you want to go?"

Riddle hesitated a little, Daiyu seemed to have realized his purpose, and frankly continued to hide it, he chose the latter again.

The girl didn't seem to notice his small thoughts, and said briskly: "Walking like this is too slow, can you catch up with me?"

Before he finished speaking, the ghost had already drifted to the corner of the street. Riddle was just about to use his wand, but he saw a strangely dressed person seem to flash past the shadows in the alley.

...well, damn the Ministry of Magic.

He put away his wand resignedly, and ran after him.

The speed of ghosts without entities is really fast. This is not the first time that Riddle has seen the speed of ghosts, but the girl who has always been in a hurry and flashed more than ten meters at once made him stunned. For a while, he almost regarded her as a living person.

The girl didn't get rid of his thoughts, she would wait for the boy to catch up at every corner, and then quickly dodged away a second before the boy was about to catch her, which made Riddle really feel being teased shame.

If he could use magic, he would have caught her long ago.

...the damned Ministry of Magic.

Riddle cursed the Ministry of Magic again inwardly.

He wasn't in the mood to pay much attention to the scenery on both sides. The ghost didn't lead him to any London landmarks, but as he ran forward, Riddle realized that something was wrong—the ghost was leading him to the air-raid shelter.

After realizing this, Riddle suddenly felt dull. He stopped, and the ghost also stopped, looking back at him, very puzzled.

The sound of bombing sounded behind them, Riddle stood in the middle of the long street and stared at Daiyu, feeling more and more irritable.He doesn't need these seemingly empathetic cares, even his self-esteem is taken care of in every possible way.Yes, he doesn't need it, he just wants to get the secret of that ghost, everything is fake, he has been deceiving that credulous ghost with love, he doesn't feel guilty, let alone feel guilty, so that ghost treats him like this What is he trying to do?Are you stupid?Didn't she always know her purpose?Or did she underestimate herself, didn't he say that he was different from those stupid wizards?Why did she still think she was going to be hurt by these lowly Muggle bombers?

"I won't go there." Riddle said again: "This is just a Muggle shell, you are underestimating my magic."

The ghost stared at him fixedly, shook his head: "There are others."

what is this?Remind him that he can't use magic here?

Just as Riddle was about to refute, a shell bombarded him. Riddle saw the ghost rushing back in front of him in an instant. Explosions and gravel followed one after another. The high sound waves made him instantly deaf. On the handle, his body was shocked by a softer touch, warm, soft, and belonged to a girl's body. He was held down and fell backwards, and he didn't even realize that he had touched the entity of the soul.

Stones splashed, burning pages flew all over the sky, the clear sky was clear, and the girl's most real panic, everything seemed to be slowed down, Riddle's pupils clearly recorded every detail, burning hot The air wave swept over them with rubble and flames. The stone hit the ghost, but it no longer penetrated. The severe pain slowed down his hands that wanted to hug the ghost, and just when he was about to hug the girl One second before, the soul instantly became transparent, and the warmth disappeared in an instant.

The ghost disappeared.

……what is this?

The wizard's self-protection ability started to take effect, and the stones close to him were all bounced away. Riddle hurriedly got up, but there was no trace of ghost on the flames and ruins.

"Forest?!"

"Daiyu? Dai?"

"Where are you?"

Regardless of the prohibition, he picked up his wand and cast several spells in a row, the surrounding flames burned even more vigorously, but the ghost disappeared out of thin air as if she really fell from the sky.

...what the hell is this?

"I don't recall underage wizards being allowed to use magic outside of school."

An indifferent but mocking female voice sounded out of nowhere, Riddle turned his head, and the tall woman standing outside the gravel was wrapped in a black veil, her deep-set eye sockets were full of sarcasm, Mrs. Scout.

The boy put away his wand, and walked down the stone path in silence, his left hand drooping feebly, fresh blood snaked down like a long snake, dripping onto the dusty ground.

"injured?"

Mrs. Scout stood there without moving, raised her eyebrows and looked at Riddle, who did not intend to pay attention to her, and said with a sneer, "Aren't you afraid that I will report to the Ministry of Magic?"

"If you want to do that," the boy's reply was as polite as ever, but his expression was as cold as ice: "What are you looking for me for? I have already given Mr. Frieders the potion of Grande. "

"I know you have more." The woman's expression was inexplicably confident.

"You're probably thinking wrong." Riddle didn't bother to look at her any longer. He was in a bad mood now, terrible, and his calculating brain was empty for the first time in many years.

The ghost... the ghost.

He couldn't even think of a comment, he just felt empty in his heart, as if a piece had been gouged out, did it hurt?He didn't know, it just felt empty.

"I will offer a very rich reward, as long as you give me the potion."

"I don't need gold, lady."

"What about the shadow that just disappeared?"

Riddle stopped in his tracks.

Mrs. Scout couldn't help but raised the corner of her mouth: "You want her back?"

"You just said...the shadow?" Riddle turned back in doubt: "Do you know what she is?"

"What do you think she is? A ghost? A reflection? Or something else?" Scout smiled: "Consider my deal?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then changed his expression and smiled, "But the information you gave me is too limited, how do I know it's not a cover?"

"It seems that girl is really important to you," Scout laughed: "You can only trust me, otherwise you will never see her again."

"You are wrong," Riddle said with a chuckle, "it doesn't matter to me whether she can come back, if you can only make me believe you in this way, then I can only regret to tell you that this deal is not good for me It's a good deal, I suggest you go to Mr. Frieders, the small bottle of potion I left there...should allow you to sleep well for a whole day, right?"

"You!" The woman was annoyed by the boy's arrogant attitude, she said coldly: "Don't think I can't see your feelings for that girl, the wizard's sense of self-protection can bounce her away in an instant," she said, The woman turned her gaze to the boy's drooping left hand, and said with a sneer, "I'd rather lose one hand than bounce her away, would you rather never see her or make this deal with me, you won't lose money at all."

Riddle just watched the woman's calm analysis calmly, without any waves on his smiling face: "You're right, I didn't bounce her away, but that doesn't mean anything."

Scout frowned and said, "Don't think I'm only begging you."

"You have always been good at potions," Riddle said with a smile, "so what do you want to do to me? Veritaserum? Hallucinogens? Or your potions must be more advanced. I really want to learn these techniques from you."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Why do you need to be afraid?" The boy continued leisurely: "But since I met you in the tavern last time, I have been wondering why a witch as powerful as you can't deal with a hotel owner with poor spells?"

"...What do you want to say?" Scout couldn't help but clenched his wand tightly. Even though the other party was just an underage boy, she felt a sense of coercion and crisis.

"I thought you understood what I meant when I said this," Riddle shrugged and waved helplessly, "Kral, come out."

There was a soft bang, and an aging house elf jumped out of the air. He shook his head, looked at Riddle with some confusion, and shouted in a shrill voice: "Yes! Master!"

"Kral?"

Scout was taken aback. Before he could make a move, Claire, who felt the threat, had already knocked her wand away, and then hit her head on the ground in pain. Riddle shook his head: "You don't need to worry about this punish yourself."

"Yes Master!"

Klar lifted her head from the dust, still pained.

"Take us out of here." Riddle glanced at the resentful Scout, and tilted his head: "This is not a good place to talk."

"Yes, master!" Claire grabbed the two of them and disappeared into the air in an instant.