Vodai Ecstasy

22

"What happened?"

When Angelik released the second spell, Riddle's voice finally appeared behind the bedroom door. Before he could speak, the people inside opened the door.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic is here." Angelik whispered.

"Ministry of Magic?" Riddle frowned: "Is it related to us?"

"Not sure, but I vaguely heard the word Death Witch. I don't know if it is... They entered the principal's office and sent a word to let the prefect pass."

Riddle adjusted his clothes slightly: "How long have you been barking?"

"The other prefects have been in the past for a while, and I tricked the dean back. It's better to hurry up." Angelik said in a low voice: "I didn't hear the news, Professor Slughorn didn't say anything specific, I don't know How much do they really know..."

Riddle interrupted the other party with a wave of his hand, and quickly climbed into the passage: "For the students who have been staying at school during the holidays, don't we know nothing?"

"But this time it's the Ministry of Magic, and I'm afraid they'll use Veritaserum..."

"You still want to drink it even though you know it's poison?" Riddle said impatiently, "Now, shut up and stay quietly in the lounge, nothing will happen."

Angelik immediately shut up and stopped. He watched the back of the black-haired boy disappear behind the door, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

The circular headmaster's room was rarely crowded with so many people. The officials of the Ministry of Magic looked serious and arrogant. Headmaster Dippet sat behind the desk frowning. His head looked even more bald under the dim candlelight. Obviously, Dumbledore stood aside with his arms folded, and his expression was rarely serious. The prefects stood aside, looking like they really wanted to participate in this silent battle, but they were guarded tightly by the professors. Behind him, Slughorn was sitting beside the officials of the Ministry of Magic, drinking tea leisurely.When Riddle, who was the last to enter the door, attracted all eyes, he was also the only one who made a sound first:

"Hey Riddle, you're late. This is Riddle," he said to the officials beside him, "The best student in Slytherin at this level, I told you... Riddle, this It's your senior, from the excellent magic family Yaxley, a veteran member of the third session of the Slug Club, I've always wanted you to get to know each other, but Yaxley is always busy..."

Dippet coughed heavily, interrupting the ill-timed conversation.

Slughorn shrugged helplessly, and pulled Riddle in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic: "This is Riddle, the male prefect of Slytherin, you can ask the question again, but I believe Riddle's Excellent character, he should not be able to provide you with more information, you probably really looked in the wrong direction this time."

Riddle said hello politely, and when he bowed his head, he observed the expressions of everyone again, and there were not many changes, except that the platinum-blond head behind the several prefects seemed to be trying to downplay his own existence.

This didn't seem like the occasion for him to come.

...is Malfoy being stupid again?

Riddle suppressed his doubts, raised his head and smiled and said, "Is there anything I can do to help you gentlemen?"

"Yes." A gray-clothed witch said coldly, "Why did you come so late?"

"I'm resting." Riddle looked up and glanced at the pitch-black sky outside the window with some doubts: "I did sleep a little deeper, and it took a little effort for my classmates to wake me up. Is there something serious?"

"You slept a little too deeply, don't you need to watch the night at this time?" The witch frowned: "Or did you discuss something with someone before?"

"I can swear to Merlin that I rushed over as soon as I woke up. You are right, the night watch is indeed starting now," the young man emphasized on the word "now": "But even if I wait 5 minutes at night I can still watch the night on time, can't people take a break before the night watch?" Riddle wondered: "Or what did I do that made you so disbelieve me? I'm just a student, and Hogwarts students don't Not a fugitive from Azkaban?"

The students behind the boy heard the words and there was another silent commotion. Obviously, Riddle's words successfully stirred up the dissatisfaction accumulated by the students. Riddle guessed right, they had had enough of the arrogance of the Ministry of Magic.Dumbledore quietly stood in front of the students, frowning again.

"Nobody's talking about Hogwarts." The witch quickly retorted: "You're twisting my meaning."

"Sorry, ma'am." Riddle said gently: "I believe that before I stepped into this door tonight, I didn't have any intersection with you, let alone understand each other. I think neither I nor Hogwarts are Do your best to cooperate with your work, but it seems that you don't believe me, or we can have a cup of tea and sit down and talk, Hogwarts is not an interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic, this should be our common opinion, right?"

The witch probably didn't expect a student to confront her so straightforwardly, but when she was about to continue to argue, she was stopped by a wizard, who was the person Slughorn had just talked to.

"Rika," Yaxley shook his head, then turned to Riddle and said, "Two days ago we found a witch, Mrs. Scout, who died at home. Our conclusion is that she was under the Unforgivable Curse."

"I'm sorry." Riddle shook his head.

"Although the sign of Grindelwald was placed on the scene, we learned that Grindelwald was active in France at the same time, so we guessed that it was not done by Grindelwald, at least not himself." Yaxley seriously Observing Riddle's reaction, he tentatively said.

"So that's the case." The boy nodded politely and said innocently, "So what does this have to do with Hogwarts?"

"I just heard Professor Slughorn's introduction, and I thought you would be a more sympathetic person." Yaxley did not immediately answer Riddle's question.

"I think the Ministry of Magic's visit at night must not be concerned about how much sympathy I have." Riddle chuckled: "Besides, people can't be resurrected after death. I guess finding the murderer now should be for witches." The most appropriate empathy, this is probably the purpose of your visit? It’s just that I don’t quite understand why you have to come to the school to find the murderer. Could it be that the ghost of this witch accused the students of Hogwarts of committing the murder?”

"Why do you think you are a student?" the witch asked sharply.

"If the suspicion lies with the professor, isn't it pointless for you to call the students over?" The young man said patiently, "So can you tell me what happened?"

"We have investigated the night watch at Hogwarts. Obviously your report shows that everything is normal, but we want to know the actual situation. I believe the students can always tell us the most real situation. Riddle, we understand that you are The most popular student in the school, so we believe that you naturally know more information that others do not, please tell me what you know about students going out privately since Christmas?"

"If that's what you're asking..." Riddle noticed that the headmaster and Dumbledore's figures moved slightly at this time, and the boy smiled and said: "As far as I know, the students who stayed in school didn't go out privately." Everything is normal."

Yaxley seemed to have guessed the boy's answer, and he chuckled slightly: "This sentence is very official, but unfortunately, all the young wizards have traces on their wands. During the investigation, we found that one Hogwarts students visited Mrs. Scout around the time of the witch's death, so we've been waiting for your answer just now..."

Seeing that Riddle didn't respond, he could only sigh and continue: "Riddle, we've been thinking that you should know all of this."

"Why should I know?" The boy said innocently, "That's my wand?"

"...No." Yaxley conceded: "But we understand that you and him are very close friends."

"Very close friend?" Riddle asked puzzledly: "I get along very well with my classmates in the academy, if you say that..." He turned to look at Malfoy in the corner: "Malfoy, you should Doesn't belong to the scope of staying students? When did you visit that lady?"

"What's none of my business?" Malfoy, who was suddenly named, was taken aback for a moment, and retorted, "Don't frame others!"

"Ah, so it wasn't you," Riddle said puzzledly, "I heard Mr. Yaxley talking about my friend, and I saw you appearing here again. I thought it was you? After all..." He He smiled again: "You don't seem to be on the night watch list."

"Oh no, Mr. Malfoy really shouldn't appear in this case," Yaxley explained: "Mr. Malfoy's appearance here is entirely due to his personal relationship with me. Mr. Riddle had better concentrate on answering my question." The problem."

"I've finished talking about my affairs a long time ago. I wanted to leave a long time ago. It's you who have been procrastinating. I don't want to hear you nagging about this ghost case."

Malfoy wanted to leave after finishing speaking, but was stopped by the principal again: "Since you have heard so much, let's finish listening."

"So that's it, is it just a little personal relationship..." Riddle glanced at Malfoy with a half-smile. The Witch in Clothes had already left: "Since it's Zongsi, then I believe the Ministry of Magic already knows who it is, so why bother to ask me?"

"Of course we will ask that student individually." Yaxley smiled and glanced at the frowning Principal Dippet: "But we heard that you have a good relationship with that student, so we want to hear your analysis .”

what is this……

It was clearly aimed at him.

The other party just wanted to lure him into the trap that had been set up to prove the crime of murder, but the information given by the other party was really stingy. He didn't know what the officials knew, so he could only give way: "But sir, You didn't tell me what happened from the beginning to the end, so what do you want me to analyze?"

"What's going on?" Slughorn couldn't sit still: "This is different from what you told me, Yaxley, you told me that this is just a routine investigation."

"This is indeed a routine investigation, Professor." Yaxley said flatly: "It involves a routine investigation involving the life of a respected witch. Moreover, we will not wrong the good people, and we will not spare any evildoers. , even if it’s just a student.”

Yaxley's eyes turned to the young man again, but he was surprised to find that the other party's attitude was still indifferent, as if the well-arranged interrogation had nothing to do with him.Yaxley had seen many criminals, and Riddle didn't behave like any of them, but it reminded him of a painting he saw a long time ago, an ink bamboo from the East.Yaxley didn't know why he had such an association. He couldn't help but secretly glanced at Malfoy in the corner. In fact, if it wasn't for Malfoy's idea, they would never have thought of investigating Trace. The case should be closed, but now Riddle is acting like Malfoy is framing his classmate, not to mention that they did have friction because of the position of prefect before, even though it was just Malfoy's unilateral fiasco...

But they obviously have more evidence.

Yaxley forcibly settled down, and said with a smile, "I think Mr. Riddle should know this elf."

There was a soft bang in the air, and a bound elf appeared in front of everyone.

Krall.

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