Vodai Ecstasy

08

"Is this the good place you picked?" Scout looked around the wilderness and sneered at the elf.

"Kral can only obey the will of the current master!" The elf shook his head desperately, his habit made him want to continue to punish himself, but Riddle's order made him unable to move: "Klar can't fulfill the wish of the former master!"

Scout stared at Riddle resentfully, and said after a while, "...What did you do to old man Grande, how did you become his master?"

"These should have nothing to do with our transaction," Riddle said with a smile: "Now you should know that you have no choice but to tell me your information truthfully. Of course, I appreciate your strength. If you can Give me what I want, and I will naturally give you enough potions, I think this should be the best arrangement."

"...What do you know?"

Riddle couldn't help sighing, this seemingly shrewd woman still refuses to admit her situation, she is completely different from that ghost, but that ghost... Riddle shook his head, and let the image of that ghost out of his mind Forced to drive out, patiently explained: "I know you were accused of murdering your husband, but the Ministry of Magic did not find evidence of conviction, you cleverly destroyed almost all evidence, except for a house elf, and that elf You accidentally transferred it to the old man Grande and became his life-saving talisman."

"Did you make a mistake? A house elf can't speak ill of its master. He will say whatever you tell him to say. This cannot be taken as evidence at all." Scout sneered.

"I have no intention of asking Kraal to testify in court," Riddle shook his head again: "If I remember correctly, the medicine you used at the beginning was given to you by Kraal, but you were upset at the time, and you didn't seem to Tell the elf how to deal with that bottle of potion, after you unintentionally transferred the elf to Grande because of that gambling, you should be afraid of this physical evidence, right?"

"Kral won't betray me."

"Compared to free will, the only thing Krall can't betray is the order of the master," Riddle's patience was gradually exhausted: "And the order I gave him is that once I die, your murder evidence must be submitted immediately Ministry of Magic, so you'd better hope I'm safe."

"...Since when did you plan all of this?" Scout felt a chill run down his spine. She and this boy had met once, but why did he plot against her?

Riddle tilted his head and glanced at Scout, and reminded: "I don't think you need to know these useless information, you just need to tell me everything you know about that girl, if you insist, I can probably only answer I have no intention of fighting against you, that's all."

The chill climbed up the woman's back, and she felt very cold, but she couldn't even cast a warming spell without her wand. With a warming spell, his smile was full of frost: "Have I given you enough time to think about it? Carat..."

"She's a shadow!"

"What's that?" Riddle frowned again.

Myrtle walked back and forth in the streets of London in a daze, with tears constantly gushing from her eyes, mixing with the dust, and drawing dirty marks on her face.

"I have no obligation to help you Mudblood."

Malfoy's refusal was still in her ears, and Myrtle could still recall his disgusted expression, as if she had some deadly germs on her body: "You mudblood can do anything but cause trouble, if you want me to Help you solve the troubles you ran into, don't even think about it!"

She must be crazy to ask him for help. There are no good people in Slytherin. Myrtle can't figure out why she keeps messing with these Slytherins again and again. She should stay away from them. The entanglement of those bastards has nothing to do with her, it's nothing more than being played by some pranks, and it's not like she hasn't been bullied.

Thinking of this, Myrtle only felt that she was wronged even more.

Why is it so difficult to be a good person? She admitted that she was curious about what Riddle and the others did, but in the end she just wanted to take Shel for treatment. Shel's Muggle father couldn't cure her at all, but why did Riddle show up? There, like a god of death, he even took Cher away directly.

What would Riddle do to Schell this time?

Myrtle didn't dare to think about it at all. She didn't know what entanglement was between Shel and Riddle. Shel obviously had a good impression of Riddle. Even if Shel failed to confess, Riddle didn't have to push her down the tower. , Myrtle's intuition told her that Riddle absolutely did not hold any kindness towards Schell, and the nightmare took Schell away so easily, and Myrtle was the culprit that caused all this.

Most of the people on the street were trying to rescue compatriots or belongings buried in the ruins. Such a girl walking while crying could not attract more sympathetic or inquiring eyes.

"Got you."

The sudden juvenile voice really startled Myrtle, she hurriedly turned her head, and Nord was standing behind her with a gloomy face, walking towards her with clenched fists.

Nord was well prepared this time, before Myrtle could escape again, he grabbed Myrtle's hand forcefully and dragged her into a side alley.

"You stalking me? You pervert!"

The boy's strength is always stronger, and Myrtle couldn't break him away with all her strength, but made her hand hurt a little more. Nord didn't show any sympathy, and said coldly: "I didn't follow him. You, what have you been running? I don't remember your home being in London."

"Where I go is none of your business! Can you Slytherins get out of my life!"

Not to be outdone, Myrtle yelled back, but tears immediately flowed down her face, telling the world that everything this girl said was nothing more than showing off her abilities, as if in opposition.

"...I just want to know what happened."

Nord did not let go of the restraint on the girl, but relaxed his grip a little, at least ensuring that the other's wrist bones would not be crushed by him.

"Don't you understand?" cried Myrtle. "You Riddle's accomplice! Murderer! Murderer! What are you trying to do for him this time? Did you kill me too? Yesterday's bomb Why didn't it kill you!"

Nord blinked twice, and quickly extracted some information from the series of denunciations: "...you said Riddle killed someone?"

There was a sudden burning sensation on his wrist, he quickly shook off Myrtle's hand and took two steps back: "Stay away from Riddle."

Tears were still streaming down, and Myrtle wiped them vigorously, and suddenly she didn't want to run away. She glared at the backing Nord, and sneered, "What is this? A warning from a poisonous snake? Didn't you come to kill him for him?" Did you miss mine? Why are you running, take me and Shell together!"

"Stop talking!"

Nord clutched his wrist in pain, glared at Myrtle with a pale face, turned and ran out of the narrow alley.

What the hell is this?

Myrtle froze for a moment before she realized that she seemed to be able to chase after her, but by the time she ran out of the alley, Nord was nowhere to be seen.

Damn, she screwed up again.Myrtle hammered her head in pain, eager to go back in time. If she could do it all over again today, she would definitely strangle herself who insisted on running to Shell's house. Things got worse and worse, and she messed up everything. Smashed, but where is Shell?

She wanted to cry again.

In the courtyard of the Wu's Orphanage, a Quercus japonica plant was planted. The cold took away all the leaves, and the evening wind could only shake the lonely branch back and forth, threatening the dreams of the group of children with its teeth and claws.

Standing in front of the pitch-black iron gate, Riddle was a little curious as to why so many rounds of bombing had left the orphanage without a piece of eaves and cut off the electricity. If possible, he really wanted the group of Germans to blow up the place directly.

The group of children were still noisy in the dark, and Mrs. Cole's reprimand was still disgusting. Riddle didn't disturb anyone, and quietly walked into the room that belonged to him.

There was a slightly damp musty smell in the air, old quilts were spread on the narrow iron bed, seven stones were placed on the window sill, and dust accumulated on the empty desktop. It seemed that no one had entered this place after he left. A room belonging to the devil.

Riddle was very satisfied with the fear he gained here, but this place was not convenient for him to use magic. The boy picked up the bed sheet and wiped it on the table and chairs twice before picking it up in his drawer.

Orphans don’t own their own belongings, and Merope didn’t leave him anything. Nothing makes him hate those children who cling to their parents’ relics all day long, and it also leaves him enough room for fantasy , but this space was finally broken by reality.

The mother who abandoned herself was finally abandoned by that vile Muggle.

Riddle didn't understand, if Merope really used the love potion, why did he break the dream by himself, if she continued to use the potion, then at least his childhood would be able to live comfortably.

In the drawer were only two worn-out pens, a bottle of ink, and a few pages of letterhead. The paper was white to yellow, recording the intermarriage of some ancient wizarding families. Meet the father.

Now it seems that all this is unnecessary, the young man picked up the paper, and the flames that appeared out of nowhere instantly swallowed those pages of notes, without even leaving ashes.

Riddle then opened the closet. The things that Dumbledore asked him to return had been cleared away. Riddle was not happy to see those dirty things appear in his territory. At that time, he just enjoyed the pleasure of making the original owner cry That's all.Today there are only two pieces of clothing in my closet that I can no longer wear as I grow older.Generally, Mrs. Cole would recycle these clothes for younger children. After all, it was not an easy task to run an orphanage in this age, but she didn't dare to take back Riddle's share.

Riddle burned the two clothes again, and there was still nothing he wanted in the emptied closet.The young man's face didn't change, it seemed that this ending was not unexpected to him. He sat back at the table, and outside the window was a red brick wall covered with moss. Share a little silver light with this room.

Riddle sat there in silence, as he did most in the first few years of his life, staring at his bed in a daze, until a red-haired professor knocked on the door.

...Is that so?

Riddle turned his head to look at the brick wall outside the window. The moldy moss was pitch black in the moonlight, with only a little silver light on the edge. The red wall bricks had turned black. He stared blankly, trying to get out of the window. In the already blurred memory, I found a little bit of forgotten clues.

Blank.

In the increasingly silent darkness, the boy finally stood up, but his feet were pinned unintentionally. He staggered two steps forward, barely standing still.For so many rare embarrassing moments over the years, it seemed that he should be thankful that no one was watching. Riddle looked at the culprit who tripped him, and as if he had a flash of inspiration, he stretched out his hand to the protruding wooden board and pried it straight away. up.

Countless dust was shaken into the air, but Riddle's eyes widened.

In the space under the wooden planks lay a dusty notebook with only one name written on the title page:

Tom Marvolo Riddle.