Vodai Ecstasy

05

Miss Phantom won the love of most of the college's students in just one week.

This speed undoubtedly surprised Riddle.We must know that it took him nearly five years to successfully receive the unanimous praise of the whole academy, but until now there are still a few voices that are not harmonious.

But at least there is one more thing that can make Riddle feel a little bit of comfort, that is, at the same time, he also clearly sees that there is not only one dull voice in his attitude towards Miss Lin.

Those who love love him very much, such as Nord who is bewildered. On the contrary, those who hate him also hate him very much, such as Malfoy who was choked white in the first class.

As for Riddle, who was the first among the students to come into contact with that Miss Phantom, he seemed to have been standing in the middle without haste, neither trying to approach nor avoiding.

But he managed to make the forgetful oriental girl remember his name and appearance accurately, even long before the Ravenclaws who invited Miss Lin into their lounge.

It wasn't until Ms. Lin floated to the door of the Slytherin lounge with a book in her hand and asked Tom Riddle by name that the students of the Snake Academy realized that their excellent leader was silent again They quickly walked to the front of everyone, but they could only stand behind the dark corridor, discussing how Riddle did all this in a low voice but excitedly.

As for Malfoy, who had been cold-faced since Miss Lin appeared, he finally smiled a little, and patted Nord, who also looked unhappy, whether it was comforting or mocking.

Seriously, Riddle didn't do much either.

As he does now:

"It's over so soon?"

"Look at what you said," Daiyu tilted her head slightly: "It's been two days, how long do you think I should watch?"

"It took me four days." The boy shrugged. "Maybe it's because you don't have to sleep."

The girl laughed: "It turns out that you have finished watching it a long time ago, but you didn't want to return it, but you deliberately let me not read it?"

Riddle innocently denied, "I didn't understand."

"The number one in grade can't understand this? I don't believe it." The girl smiled even more cheerfully.

The boy shrugged: "Muggles' minds are too difficult to understand. The prince obviously had so many opportunities to kill his enemies, but in the end he chose to die together. What's the point of revenge? I really don't understand."

The girl lowered her head slightly, and argued: "Not everyone can be decisive. There are thousands of different types of people in this world. He was betrayed by his relatives all of a sudden. It's not incomprehensible for him to do such a thing. But I feel that you are a bit too strong."

Riddle didn't show much expression: "I grew up in an orphanage without relatives."

Daiyu was slightly stunned, knowing that she had made a slip of the tongue, she didn't mean to be sad when she saw him, she wrung her hands and thought for a while: "Actually, I am like you now. But I see that you are living a prosperous life now. Yes, I won't worry about it, maybe one day I can see your relatives again..."

"Do you want to see them?"

The boy interrupted her suddenly.

When the girl heard the words, she turned her head and sighed, "Why don't you want to..."

Slytherin's lounge is located underground, and she could only look at the endless corridors, but Riddle felt that her eyes seemed to fly over the distant mountains, looking at a place that she had completely forgotten but was always dreaming about:

"It's just that this world is vast, and I look like this again, I'm afraid I'll never see you again..."

This was the closest Riddle felt she'd come to actually crying.

The water in his eyes was so moving that he almost reached out to wipe her tears away.

But ghosts have no tears.

The boy stopped.

"Miss Lin..."

Not Riddle's voice.

The two turned their heads, and it was Nord who had just come out of the lounge.The boy's light blue pupils had a complicated expression, and he didn't know if he had misunderstood something, but Riddle didn't care about this trivial misunderstanding.

In contrast, he was more concerned about why Nord suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Very courageous, not polite.

"Ms. Lin" Nuode's voice was full of sincere concern: "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Riddle almost laughed out loud. No matter what the girl in front of her looked like, she was still a ghost. Asking a ghost if she was feeling unwell, Nord's IQ might really have to be reassessed.

Daiyu took a step back towards Riddle, "You...?"

"Nord."

The voices of two people.

Riddle and Nord looked at each other, and the black-haired boy continued to introduce without changing his expression: "Ian Nord is also a fifth-year Slytherin student."

"We meet every day, Ms. Lin." Compared to Riddle's triumphant suppression, Nord's voice can be said to be very aggrieved.

"I'm being rude." Daiyu smiled, "Students are always coming to me these days to find out who they are. I'm afraid of all the reckless ones."

"But it seems that Miss Lin, you can still remember people..." Nord's voice was low, and he didn't know who he was speaking to.

"You mean this one?" Daiyu glanced at the boy, dissatisfied, "If the students here are as annoying as he is, I don't remember it."

The dark-haired boy shrugged and didn't answer.

Of course, this scene is another feeling in the eyes of others.

Daiyu spoke the truth, without thinking too much, she turned her head to the boy and asked, "You came to see me, but what's the matter?"

Nuode was sore in his heart, he clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, but he mustered up the courage to ask: "Miss Lin, I want to invite you to be my ghost class observation object, is that okay?"

The assignment was assigned by Professor Duff a long time ago, and the students were required to write a daily ghost observation diary. It was not an urgent assignment, but since the assignment was assigned, Nord was restless.

Daiyu did not forget this homework, but she blushed a little, took another step back and said, "You are a boy, why observe me? Although men and women here are not very defensive, it is inconvenient after all."

"But Riddle..." Nord looked unwillingly at the boy who was watching with folded arms.

"My subject is Barrow." Riddle curled his lips and asked, "Is anyone planning to observe you, Lin?"

This "Lin" was called abruptly and intimately, and the girl blushed even more, spat and said, "You wicked one, you bully me like this even though you know I can't remember anything."

The girl became angrier as she spoke, and couldn't help reaching out to pat Riddle on the shoulder.

The snow-white wrist managed to accumulate some strength, but when it was knocked down earnestly, it penetrated the boy's body without any accident.

Both were stunned.

The girl reacted before the boy, and returned the books anyway, and simply let out a soft snort and floated away, leaving the two Slytherin boys with different expressions on the spot stunned.

Riddle looked down at his shoulder, put away the book and turned to Nord, "I'm going to find Barrow."

Nord glanced at him, turned his gaze away, forced a smile and said, "Ah, that's good, I'll go somewhere else."

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

Riddle's voice was not high, but he could clearly hear every meaningful smile in it: "She's just a ghost. You should have many more important things to do, don't you?"

"...Maybe." Nord took a deep breath, and then took big steps: "But she is obviously more lively than so many people."

Fresh?

It wasn't until the boy's robe could no longer be seen that Riddle began to think about the meaning of this sentence.

maybe.

He knew she was different from normal ghosts.The dwarf professor must have known, but she didn't explain.

Her color, her mood, and the warmth of her hand when it passed over his shoulder and fell into his chest just now, all told him that this was not an ordinary ghost.

He never knew that a ghost could have its own temperature. They were always as cold as the ice on the top of the Alps that never melted.

And her memory.

A ghost who can't remember the past and the future, but can have a vivid memory of the books he has read.

If Riddle hadn't spent a few days in the library these days trying to figure out what creature she was, I believe he wouldn't have discovered this either.

Or it could be said that the boy had benefited from those books, and the oriental girl managed to remember the Slytherin who always competed with her for reading.

The day she took the initiative to call out his name, he was so surprised that he almost lost his grip on the book in his hand.

This silly look naturally made the girl laugh coquettishly.

It has to be said that in the sunshine through the huge panes, between the bookshelves, she smiled like a very real living person, so beautiful that it was shocking.

But she is not a living person.

The boy's eyes darkened, and he turned his head and walked to the other side without hesitation.

The Observatory is the closest place to the sky in Hogwarts, but it is the ghost of Slytherin, the bloody Barrow, who haunts here most often.

When Riddle boarded the observatory, the setting sun had just fallen from the iron-blue mountains, and the twinkling Venus was rising from the west. The huge planetarium stood quietly in the center of the observatory, and the rounded corners reflected the light golden afterglow.The wind was blowing everywhere, and the ghost he was looking for stayed silently in the shadow of the corner, like a solidified translucent crystal statue.

"Hello, Barrow."

The boy greeted Baro, and continued politely: "I came to see you as promised, for the observation assignment of the ghost class."

The blood man nodded silently, and Riddle stopped talking, and sat down at a place not too far away. The quill and paper automatically floated into the air, as if being held by two invisible hands, ready to record at any time. Next all the content of the conversation.

The ghost raised his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, with a hoarse and broken voice: "This kind of recording magic is not easy, and the school has newly opened related courses?"

Riddle shook his head, smiled and said, "The school doesn't have one, but I'm lazy, Barrow."

There was an unusual smile on the ghost's thin face: "Your laziness has surpassed most of the students in Hogwarts."

"Not all of them," the boy replied softly.

Barrow turned his head and glanced at him, a little surprised, more admiring.

"Riddle," the ghost looked into the distance again: "What do you want to do in the future?"

The boy followed his gaze and could only see the purple sky and one or two black birds. He thought for a while and replied, "It hasn't been decided yet..."

"Slytherins are never lacking in ambition and ambition," Barrow poked at him blankly. "I don't know what your goal is, but I hope it's not really hard for you to say."

The boy smiled, and repeated the sentence paradoxically: "Slytherin has never lacked ambition and ambition... just say it loudly to the whole world before it is realized, I think this behavior is more like the lions of Gryffindor .”

Barrow didn't answer any more.

As if to break the slightly awkward silence, the boy said again: "Barrow, are all the ghosts of Hogwarts people who lived or died in the castle?"

Barrow thought for a while and said, "Not entirely."

"That is, ghosts can leave the place of their death?"

The blood man nodded.

"How far can that go?"

"Are you curious about that Miss Phantom from the East?" Barrow's sunken eye sockets turned to him again, and continued: "She is a strange exception."

The boy raised his eyebrows.

"Ordinary ghosts can leave their haunts, which is usually where they died, so Nick has the opportunity to hold so many death anniversary banquets. But as ghosts, we don't know how far we can go." Blood Man Slowly explained: "Your professor should have told you that not everyone can become a ghost, and ghosts can't die because they have already died once. It's just not always..."

The pen suspended in the air swished frantically on the pages of the book, and the messy fonts exposed the turmoil in the boy's heart.

"Just because ghosts won't be killed doesn't mean we won't dissipate."

"dissipate?"

the boy repeated.

"Turn into nothingness." The hoarse voice of the blood man did not change a bit: "Our existence may be because we had a powerful soul in life, or it may be because we were too dissatisfied and obsessed with death. This kind of energy can keep us in the land of death. But once we no longer have feelings for this world, then we will go to true eternal sleep."

"How would that be?"

"Disappear in this world forever."

The boy couldn't help clenching his fists: "But you said Miss Lin was an accident, won't she die?"

"The farther a general ghost is away from the place he is attached to, the lower his energy will be, and he will eventually disappear." Baro explained in a low voice: "That Miss Dongfang is an accident no matter from which point of view. She has no memory of her own, we don't know where she died, nor how many years she died, Dumbledore speculated that she may have really crossed the entire continent, but just drifting aimlessly, Hogwarts Zi's ​​spells and prohibitions don't even work on her."

"Ineffective?" The boy was stunned.

Barrow glanced at the shocked boy slowly: "At present, no one can explain this. When that girl first appeared in the square in front of the gate, a professor tried to stop her with magic, but all the magic passed through her body , as if she didn't exist at all."

"But she is obviously more lively than most people." Riddle couldn't help but argue.

Barrow was silent for a while, and admitted: "She is indeed more like a living person."

The twilight blends together, and both are silent.

"Baro," the boy said softly, "is there a possibility that she is not a dead person?"

The blood man's face was even more mysterious and strange under the dim light, he still shook his head and did not speak again.

"Maybe this is the real purpose of Professor Duff's arrival, isn't it?" The boy turned his head and glanced at the dark sky: "I should go back, thank you, Barrow."

The boy's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs, and the skinny ghost hid itself deeper into the night without speaking again.