Vodai Ecstasy

10

The sea breeze is salty and cold, and the black tide washes the beach back and forth, pushing all the ingredients that belong to or do not belong to the ocean back to the shore.

Several men and women in strange robes were talking in low voices around an already cold corpse, and Malfoy stood far away with a cold back.He shook the cloak on his body, as if he wanted to shake off the ice crystals that didn't exist.

Myrtle stood behind him with her arms folded, her cheeks were numb from the cold, a lens had disappeared at some point, her eyes were struggling to open under the sea breeze, trying to see the crowd in the distance, but shrank again He didn't dare to go forward, his voice was already crying:

"I don't believe it, it's not true..."

"Shut up!" Malfoy's face became paler: "You will recognize it yourself later, so I won't go there."

"I dare not... Please, I dare not..."

Myrtle reached out to grab Malfoy's robes, but the boy avoided him mercilessly: "Don't touch me."

The girl's outstretched hand shrank in the air, and she had to accept her fate and hugged her arm again. Malfoy said coldly, "Are you sure you saw Riddle take her away?"

Myrtle nodded, then hurriedly shook her head. Before Malfoy could get mad again, officials from the Ministry of Magic had already walked over: "Which of you was the first to discover her?"

Myrtle shuddered again, but didn't dare to make a sound. Malfoy frowned and said impatiently, "It's my house-elf, Bigger."

There was a bang in the air, and an elf jumped out: "Yes! Master!"

"Isn't this a Muggle town? How did your elf appear here?"

"Because I asked him to find it."

Before the man could ask any more questions, a blond man proudly appeared beside the three of them.Big followed closely and saluted: "It was the honorable master who kindly asked Big to find this missing mudblood."

"Mr. Malfoy?" The official was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a flattering smile, "Is this your son?"

Malfoy's father nodded, and continued: "This..." He frowned and looked at the crying Myrtle, and continued: "Miss lost her friend and turned to my son for help. I am out of kindness and kindness. , even though the backgrounds of these two ladies are not good, I still asked the elf to help find the lost lady, although the result is regrettable."

"When Bigger found the mudblood, it was soaked in the water motionless. It was so ugly!" The elf said with disgust, "Only the benevolent master cares about the life and death of this lowly mudblood."

Malfoy's father shrugged, as if he had no intention of correcting the elf's impolite yelling: "What's the cause of death?"

"It looks like it might be drowning." The official said succinctly: "There is no trace of magic, and the wand has also been found, and it has not been used. If it is really the witch who is insane, this is near her home, and she may have fallen by herself. "

"I'm sorry," Malfoy's father said coldly, "I heard that this young lady has been mentally ill since she dropped out of school."

"An unhealthy mudblood should have her wand confiscated." Bigger nodded and said, "This mentally unhealthy mudblood fell into the water by himself and asked my honorable master to run once." The elf did A vomiting motion: "It's too much!"

"Enough." The blond man finally stopped the elf's comments. The official glanced at Mr. Malfoy and shrugged with a smile. Obviously, he was also a favorite of the pure-bloods.

"We will record what you said truthfully in the investigation." The officer turned his gaze to Myrtle: "Miss, come with me."

Myrtle shook her head frantically, "No! Sir! I'm afraid!"

"Please cooperate." The official rolled his eyes: "We need your help to confirm whether it is your classmate. We have already confirmed the wand."

Still weeping, Myrtle flinched back, looking back and forth between Malfoy and his father for help, but received no response.

"During this time, wizards have passed away almost every day, please don't waste any more time," the official was obviously a little impatient: "Could it be you who killed people so scared?"

"No! I didn't! I just took her to St. Mungo's, Riddle brought her out!"

"Riddle? Also a student?" The official was obviously unfamiliar with this surname, he frowned and said, "Another Muggle-born student?"

Myrtle nodded timidly, and the official said impatiently, "Why are you Muggle-born students so messed up?"

Malfoy was about to say something, but was stopped by his father's big hand: "Students, they always like to run around during the holidays. Since this lady doesn't have the courage to verify her identity, does she have any other relatives?"

"I've already gone to call," the official said with a wry smile, "You know, the sooner we confirm our identity, we can proceed to the next step sooner. I bet that even the fire dragon's flames in this place will be frozen into ice slag."

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic doesn't intend to start the trial process?" Malfoy's father glanced at the group of wizards. Everyone was silently and quickly performing their duties, and no one seemed to show sympathy or sadness for the departure of this young life.

"A mentally disturbed underage Muggle-born wizard..." The official smiled inexplicably: "Are her Muggle parents going to be tried? It would be most appropriate for them to win and forget everything."

During the conversation, several people apparated here again, and the official glanced back: "Oh, it's finally here, then I will go first, Mr. Malfoy, and I wish you a happy new year."

"Happy New Year." Malfoy's father nodded and sent the official away.

"Why are you here?" Malfoy asked now.

"This is the question I should ask you." Father looked at the two students condescendingly, leaned closer to Malfoy and said in a low voice: "What's the matter with you, didn't you lose face at school last time enough? Now you still have to fight with mud What happened to the dead girl? Do you want to enter the Inquisition under Malfoy's surname?"

"I..." Malfoy was about to retort, but his father's stern eyes softened again: "This was an accident...but I suspect that Riddle did all of this..."

"That Riddle? It's fine if you lose the prefect, but what's the point of holding on to him?" Father glanced at Myrtle, who was cowering aside, and said coldly, "Big, take this lady home."

"Yes, Master!"

Before Myrtle could refuse, the elf had already grabbed the man and disappeared into the sea breeze.

The man by the sea began to let out one bestial cry after another, but it didn't last long before someone cast a Silencer Charm on him.

Mr. Malfoy frowned and watched the beach return to tranquility again, and said coldly: "It seems that you haven't learned the lesson from last time, why do you pay attention to that mudblood?"

"Her dropout has something to do with Riddle!" Malfoy argued, "It's very likely that she knows something Riddle can't tell."

"Then you tell me, what shocking secrets can a student with excellent academic performance have?"

Malfoy froze for a moment, then clenched his fists and said, "I don't know, I heard him use the Unforgivable Curse, and you heard what Myrtle said just now, she said that Riddle took him away."

"Really?" Father sneered: "Who is the victim? Do you know that I have contacted Professor Slughorn before coming here, and that Riddle has stayed in school for the past few days without going anywhere, even Last night, I was still watching the night well!"

"That's impossible!" Malfoy argued, "I clearly saw him appear in St. Mungo's, and many people saw it!"

"Who saw it?" Father said coldly: "If two Riddles appear at the same time, how can you judge who is real?"

"...It's Polyjuice Potion! Someone must have drunk Polyjuice Potion!"

"I learned potions well, but the compound potion only works for an hour."

"Maybe he took it many times..." Malfoy felt guilty: "Or more than one person pretended to be him."

"Then how do you prove that Riddle is not a victim? That mudblood is so insane that he can't even turn into a ghost. During this period of time, the Dark Wizard War has caused headaches for the Ministry of Magic. Who would investigate a person because of your unfounded guess?" The cause of death of a mudblood by drowning?"

"...What if he pushed it into the water?" Malfoy bit his lip unwillingly, "They can't..."

"If you were him, what would you choose?"

As if being poured over his head by a basin of ice water, Malfoy shivered instantly.

As long as Riddle hadn't personally pushed Shell into the water, the Ministry of Magic would not have convicted him, let alone no witnesses.Schell was drowned, without struggling, without magic, and insane... Even if someone took Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be him, how could he tell that the Riddle at school wasn't Riddle himself?He also didn't have any confidence that these people would not take the initiative to take the blame for Riddle...

If his elf hadn't found the body first, Myrtle and Shere's guardians would have been the prime suspects...

The fire didn't burn Riddle at all, he didn't have any ostensible motives.

Nord's ridicule rang in his ears again, Malfoy looked up at the black sea, and clenched his fists again.

"What else are you looking for me for?"

Scout was sitting in front of the raging fire, wearing only a dark purple nightgown, showing his white thighs unreservedly in front of the young man:

"Conscience found that the potion you gave was too little?"

"Do you think it's not enough?"

Riddle calmly sat on the sofa opposite the woman, and took a sip of black tea slowly: "You seem to have forgotten something. You said you could bring her back, but you made a mistake."

"I can recreate her for you," Scout said meaninglessly, "but you have to find her herself."

"The recreated one...is that still her?"

Before the woman could answer, the boy changed the topic on his own: "But if you still need potions, I think you will be happy to tell me how to find out exactly where the shadow was born."

"That girl? Didn't you already find it?" The woman looked at the boy suspiciously: "About the East more than 200 years ago?"

"But not in our time and space."

Riddle's tone was flat, as if he was describing an unimportant thing: "I read the book you gave me, and it was very helpful, but there are too many incomplete parts in it, so I'm not sure."

"That's impossible, not in the same time and space, what kind of monster is that?"

"All our magic has no effect on her, only that bottle of potion can solidify her things." The young man patiently explained: "This has seriously affected my judgment of her. She does look like a shadow with insufficient magic power, but only There is no explanation for this, so... I think the most reasonable explanation is that maybe she does not belong to this time and space."

Scout was silent for a long while before saying hoarsely: "You want to travel across time and space to find her birthplace?"

"Isn't this the best way? Verify it on the spot." Riddle chuckled and said, "I saw shadow tracking magic in the book you gave me, but the key part seems to be missing."

The woman sneered: "The magic about shadows has been banned long ago. If you can get that book, it's already worth a fortune, okay?"

"I'm very grateful that you gave me that book," Riddle nodded obediently. "It's just that there are too many missing pages. I'm so stupid that I really can't figure it out, so I can only ask you for advice."

"It's impossible to go back to the past." Scout picked up his teacup and frowned, "The past cannot be changed, let alone it was 200 years ago. Even if you can bypass the surveillance of the Department of Mysteries and go back to the past, any of your A single move could be irreversibly catastrophic now."

"It doesn't sound like something you would worry about," Riddle said softly, "I didn't know that you have such a sense of justice to maintain the order of time."

"What if you go back in time and kill my ancestors?" The woman sneered, "You don't even know the seriousness of this matter."

"Actually, I know," the boy said earnestly, "So I also want to ask you how to bypass the supervision of the Department of Mysteries. After all, you have worked in the time chamber."

"How do you know about my work?" Scout raised his eyelids: "...that's a secret."

"I can continue to be your safe," Riddle said with a smile: "We are still allies, aren't we?"

"What kind of monster are you?"

The woman dropped the cup irritably, and the hot tea and debris splashed onto the colorful woolen carpet, soaking up a large stain that spread continuously. Riddle looked down at the spent carpet and smiled, "You can easily hurt your feet like this." .”

"Monsters also take care of people?" Scout laughed suddenly, and moved his legs to those broken porcelain pieces.

"No." The boy's smiling expression didn't change a bit.

The woman sneered, and with a wave of her wand brought one back to normal.

"Can you tell me now?" the young man said in a calm manner.

"What if I say there is no way?" Scout waved his wand without giving an answer.

"You know," the young man smiled firmly, "Since that ghost can come to our time and space, it is not nonsense to bypass the monitoring of the Ministry of Magic and jump through time and space. You are just wasting our time by delaying like this."

"Then do you know that the problem is not the wall of the Ministry of Magic?" The woman lay back on the sofa, raised her chin and looked arrogantly at the boy: "It's just a wall built by people, you know Where is the real problem?"

"You have already said this question just now," Riddle said indifferently: "The past cannot be changed. If I change the past, the future will also change accordingly. trip back."

"You only care about your own return?"

"What else do you need to care about?" Riddle chuckled and said, "No matter how many people's fate I changed in that time and space, as long as the future me still exists, wouldn't that be fine?"

"What an absolute Slytherin." Scout sighed, whether it was admiration or sarcasm.

"Thank you for your praise." The young man said without changing his face: "But the time span is more than 200 years after all, any small action will involve serious consequences, so don't worry, I will stay out of it for my own safe return , you just need to tell me how to find the birth point of the shadow, and if this adventure is really so irreversible, you can completely reject me with your life."

"If you really want to stay out of it, then don't go there at all." The woman sneered: "What's so good about that girl that it's worth your concern?"

Riddle was silent for a moment before chuckling: "I don't know either, but I only know one thing. What's mine will always be mine. Even if it goes to the sky, I will definitely get it back."

Scout looked at the black-haired boy in silence, the fire crackled beside the two, and the fire light traveled on each other's cheeks and hair. After a while, the woman whispered:

"...a woman should never be an object without emotion."

"But you don't have the strength to resist such a fate."

The young man sneered, and a red light of longing flashed in his black pupils for a moment.