Vodai Ecstasy

15

There was a sudden thunder from outside the sky, and the girl pointed at by the magic wand closed her eyes, preparing to face her fate calmly.

It's just that the guillotine hanging above his head didn't fall down for a long time.

Daiyu opened her eyes suspiciously, the room was empty, people and snakes were gone, as if nothing had happened.

She staggered to Xueyan's side, but fortunately, the little girl was not injured.But when she woke them up, Zijuan Xueyan and the others didn't remember anything, there was no man who threatened Daiyu, they just fell asleep normally, as if everything was just a nightmare imagined by Daiyu.

Maybe it really was a nightmare.

Thinking of this, Daiyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

The heavy curtains were drawn in the dark room, and the candles on the floor were arranged in strange patterns. The woman waved the wand anxiously and refilled a glass of gin for herself.

When the flame of the last candle was extinguished, a young man appeared in the center of the pattern out of thin air. His face was pale, and he seemed to have gone through a journey that was not pleasant, and the half-dried blood on his face seemed to confirm this. He staggered After a while, he finally managed to stand still.

"What did you do?" The woman's eyes were sharply fixed on the scar on the boy's face, and her voice suddenly rose two points: "Didn't I warn you not to interfere with everything in that world?"

The boy tilted his head and glanced at the nervous woman, put his wand across his chest, and said not to be outdone, "Calm down, ma'am, nothing happened."

"You have to tell me what you did." Scout nervously opened the curtain a crack, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed to be raining again: "Why did it take so long?"

"How long have I been there?" The boy glanced at the candles under his feet: "It doesn't look like more than two hours."

"One and a half hours." Scout said coldly: "The length of time units in different spaces is not the same. The time you stay there should be much longer than here."

"That may be less than here." Riddle took two steps forward and poured himself a cup of tea: "You have been looking out of the window since just now, did they find out?"

"I don't know," the woman closed the curtains again irritatedly: "How did you get there? Didn't I warn you not to get involved in things over there? Or do you want to stay in Azkaban for the rest of your life?"

"Thank you for your concern, I was just scratched by a disobedient kitten." The boy took a sip of his tea displeased, and he noticed that the woman's brows suddenly stretched a little: "How long will it take for the Ministry of Magic to respond to this matter?" ?”

"According to the usual practice, it will probably take another hour or two." Scout sat down on the original sofa again and refilled himself a glass of wine in an orderly manner.

"It seems that you already have a way to deal with it?" Riddle sat down opposite the woman, and glanced at the formation on the ground: "You don't even need to clean up these traces?"

The woman drank a glass of wine with a smile: "I didn't participate in anything, why clean up?"

"Are you planning to..." Riddle tilted his head: "...to betray me? I should have told you that Kral will submit evidence that you killed your husband to the trial court."

"What if there is no evidence of that kind at all?"

The woman couldn't help laughing, she triumphantly took out a bottle of potion and shook it, Klare walked out from the edge of the sofa with his head down, his forehead was covered with dust and red marks, and he looked very depressed.

"It appears that you have had a good deal of conversation with the house-elves during my absence."

Riddle was still holding the teacup in his hand, and the woman's wand was already pointing at him: "The game is over, kid, but before that, you should see that little girl, it doesn't seem too bad, right? "

"It seems that I can only catch it with nothing."

"Yes, underage wizards violate the time management regulations of the Ministry of Magic, interfere with the order of time, study forbidden magic, invade other people's houses illegally, make dangerous potions... these are enough for you to enjoy the rest of your life in Azkaban Live." Scout frowned, and finally let out a bad breath that was pent up in his heart.

The boy remained motionless, not knowing whether he was frightened or succumbed to his absolute disadvantage.

"So, before they come, can you answer a few more questions for me?" Riddle blinked: "There are some things I don't quite understand, anyway, we still have time."

"Huh?" The woman didn't let go of her wand, nor did she refuse.

"Is the potion you put in this cup of tea the kind you used to treat your husband?"

"You can't move your body, can you?" Scout smiled contentedly: "To be precise, it's an improved version. The medicine wasn't that tasty back then. At least let me drink him a bottle of whiskey."

"Your potion is indeed excellent." The young man lowered his eyebrows, seeming to be rather regretful: "I think you won't tell me the formula."

"Of course not, dear."

"Then the second one, you deliberately led me to the wrong time, and set a trap on the way back?"

Scout raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You can still find this? Isn't this your first time travel?"

"It's just an intuition." Riddle bent his lips: "After all, that road is too difficult to walk."

"But you still came back." Scout said with a cold face, "If you get lost on that passage, I will save a lot of effort."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." The young man calmly watched the woman's fingers holding the wand begin to turn white due to force: "Then I think, the method you taught me before is impossible to bring back a person, right?"

"No one can bring it back." Scout snorted coldly: "Don't tell me you don't know the first lesson of time magic."

"What has been done, will be done again; what has been done, will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun." The boy continued obediently: "There are many explanations for this admonition, the most popular of which is The most popular one is that time cannot be changed, and all changes are doomed... But," Riddle looked at Scout seriously, "don't you think this statement is too absurd and absolute?"

"If it's really ridiculous, it's not going to be the norm."

The woman had no intention of continuing to discuss such academic issues with the boy in front of her. She stretched gracefully: "You don't have to think about it. The shadow and the girl are in the past tense. This is not the time and space where they can exist."

The boy chuckled: "It seems that you don't plan to tell me any more."

Scout pointed his wand at the boy sensitively: "Don't try to struggle, I don't guarantee what kind of magic I will use against a child."

"You think I'm struggling?" Riddle wondered. "If you believe that rule that much, you're the one who should put down your wand."

"what?"

"Expelliarmus!"

The wand in the woman's hand flew out along with her question, and Riddle, who was supposed to be immobile, stood up easily and put her wand in her hand:

"It seems that your emergency response ability is not as good as your potion science."

Scout turned her head to look at the person who attacked her, a blond boy, she didn't even know when the other person walked into her house.

"I think, probably when you decided to surrender to the Ministry of Magic and turned on the protective magic, my friend was honored to be your first guest." Riddle seemed to see through Scout's thoughts, and he smiled: " Thank you for your answer just now, as a gift, I can tell you that your potion has not expired, it’s just that I didn’t drink it from the beginning, it’s just a small trick.” He blinked: “Most ancient magics don’t need to be waved Wands, that's common sense, too."

Angric tilted his head and watched Riddle use Legilimency on the woman on the ground without changing his expression. He didn't ask until the woman stopped struggling, "She's a pure blood wizard...and, you know I want to come?"

"You were the one who made the move first." Riddle glanced at him calmly. "Actually, I was a little surprised. I said don't look for me if there is no important matter."

"That's also because she pointed her wand at you first." Angéric shrugged: "I don't know if it's important, but the owl you're looking for flew to Hogwarts, and I locked it up, Duff The professor said he wanted you to visit her on the day of the final exam, it seems that there is something to talk about, and Nord is back in school, but looking weird, and has been running towards the ghost shack, is that what you ordered? Isn't there nothing in that house?"

"Isn't there still a ghost living there?" Riddle chuckled and said, "Didn't you ask him?"

"I can't find him. It looks like he disappeared. I always feel that Nord is planning something. The day the ghost disappeared, he looked out of his mind." Angelik shook his head: "So I came to you, I I guess you don't want me to listen to Professor Duff's parting speech for you."

"That dwarf is leaving?" Riddle frowned, and quickly laughed again: "But I'm going back when the time comes, and I have to attend the final exam."

"Then what are you going to do about this?" Angelik pointed to the motionless woman on the ground: "Didn't she just say that people from the Ministry of Magic would come soon?"

"Isn't it common for a wizard to die during the war? What's more, he is a wizard with a bit of a criminal record." Riddle sneered: "Isn't Grindelwald going to have some gatherings recently?"

Angric nodded in admiration, and then waved his wand to set things up. When he turned his back to Riddle, he finally couldn't help asking: "Can I ask a question? I've been curious for a long time."

He heard Riddle hum in confusion.

"The wound on your face...what caused it?" Angelik scratched his hair a little uneasily: "Is this part of your plan? What does it do?"

"...the cat scratched it," Riddle narrowed his eyes, "is there anything wrong?"

"No, no!"

Angelik shuddered suddenly.