Vodai Ecstasy

06

He was awakened by a slight touch on his face.

The touch was neither painful nor itchy, and the slightly warm temperature was just the right strength to wake him up.

When I woke up, the sunset in the room was just gorgeous, and the window sills cut the warm yellow into geometric gems, but it couldn't stop it from illuminating the books in the room and the dust in the air like a golden starry sky.

The boy blinked in confusion, and it took a while for his black eyes to focus on the slightly transparent figure in front of him.

The girl held a few clipped handwritten pages in her plain hands, with a smile in her eyes, without the slightest sense of guilt that disturbed her dream: "What did you do last night? Why did you sleep here? "

The boy shook his head, trying to wake himself up: "...it's nothing."

What else, he thought, frowning, he has so many things to do, and he has to stay up late at night to study all kinds of Muggle poetry and novels that the initiator is obsessed with. He is not a puppet that can be wound up, if If possible, he would really like to wind himself a clockwork that would not rust.

Although he admits that most of the time, those Muggle works are really hypnotic, and he often falls asleep peacefully after reading two pages.

The price is a whole day of back pain caused by poor sleeping posture.

The girl didn't seem to care about the boy's sudden dissatisfaction, she just turned her face slightly and said: "If you want to sleep, go back to sleep, sleep here and be careful not to catch the cold."

He glanced at the ghost in a blink of an eye, and seemed to change the subject without emotion: "What are you holding?"

"You mean this?" Daiyu looked at the paper and said, "Olivia just gave it to me, saying it was an observation assignment for ghost research."

"Olivia Schell of Ravenclaw?"

Riddle didn't have much impression of this girl, he only remembered that she was also a small person with not long brown curly hair, but she liked to hang around Daiyu very much.

"It should be this name," Daiyu sat on the sofa opposite him: "The name is written here, it's her."

The boy couldn't help laughing: "How long has it been..."

The girl suddenly became annoyed, and was about to hit him with the paper in her hand, but it didn't matter that the homework was suddenly taken away by the boy. The boy held up the research report and looked at her with some complacency, maybe it was mocking her like a cat His strength still couldn't touch his limit.

"That's how you bullied me..." Daiyu gritted her teeth and wanted to leave in a fit of anger.

Riddle sat peacefully on his sofa, and he didn't have the slightest intention of chasing after him, and he didn't think it was necessary, anyway, she would forget this part in two days.

But the girl turned back halfway, frowning and spreading her hands to ask him for the homework that was taken away.

"Can I borrow it to take a look?" The boy said innocently, "I haven't finished it yet, I want to see what others have done."

The girl didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, she stretched out her hand and planned to snatch it back in the same way.

But in terms of brute force, neither the ghost nor the girl can defeat a healthy human boy.

So the ending is just that the girl is even more annoyed: "Are you still going to pay me back?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows: "Is this homework so important to you?"

"How important is that to you?" Daiyu retorted: "It's not like you can't write anything without it. After all, this thing was given to me by someone else. What does it have to do with you? It's you , looks like a polite person, but in fact it is nothing more than gold and jade, I think you are here to provoke me."

The boy didn't answer, nor did he return the things in his hands.

An almost awkward silence and confrontation.

It seemed that the boy was the first to compromise and handed back the report in his hand.

The girl didn't appreciate it, she just turned around and left after taking homework.

This time, the boy changed his previous sloppy attitude, suddenly got up and chased after her, and strode in front of her, directly blocking the other party's way.Of course, the premise is that the ghost has no intention of passing through his body.

Riddle stood in the shadow between the bookshelves, and for a moment his expression was invisible:

"Our Miss Daiyu can't even say thank you?"

The girl clenched the homework in her hands, and replied bluntly: "Yesterday, a kid snatched my comb, broke it, and then returned it. What do you think I should do?"

"Then?" The boy didn't seem to understand what the other person meant.

"I burned that comb."

The boy suddenly laughed, he lowered his head, and leaned close to the girl's ear in an almost ambiguous way: "If I were you... I would not only burn it, but I would also burn that brat as well."

The girl took two steps back suddenly, and said with a sneer, "Then why don't you go and burn yourself, it's nothing to block the road here."

"Of course I'm waiting for you," the black-haired boy smiled even more gloomily, "Besides, I've never blocked your way."

After finishing speaking, the boy went straight through the girl's translucent body and returned to the seat just now.The setting sun was no longer so bright, he opened the book just now with his back to the sun, his handsome face was submerged in the orange light and shadow.It is pleasing to the eye, but also makes people grit their teeth.

That appearance suddenly made Daiyu feel a little familiar.

But still couldn't think of anything, she unconsciously wiped her eyes.

Ghosts don't cry after all, she suddenly forgot again.

After all, Riddle's interest in reading was defeated without a trace. Daiyu wandered aimlessly in the corridor outside the library with those pages in her hands, but suddenly she didn't know what to do with them.

She has already read the content, and it is nothing more than writing about what she usually does, reading a book, staring at the window in a daze. Considering her forgettable temperament, this thing is somewhat interesting.It's just that what she's worried about right now is Riddle, the boy will never give up easily, she knows this, so she doesn't dare to relax easily.

Obviously she knew why this boy came to approach her on purpose, but she didn't have any repulsion, it seemed that Dudu had a little more tolerance for him.

She didn't know why, the boy wasn't exactly a likable character.

The body that has just grown out is obviously a boy but still wears a heavy mask.Even if he was smiling all the time, she could still see the boredom in his eyes, like the occasional blue shadows that appeared under his eyelids, the black pupils were an endless vortex, as if hidden in the flood of the last days, capable of dispelling all good, evil, and sorrow. Huan is devoured.

He matured too early, but he grew up to be out of tune with this world.

But she didn't hate him, she looked at his fake smile, pretended caring, obviously disgusted but pretended to be happy, happy but forcibly suppressed, she felt very familiar in a trance, but she didn't know who he looked like.

With his temperament, lovers are willing to kneel for it, and evil ones want to throw him into the abyss, but she seems to be standing on the other side of the river, looking at him from a distance across the river full of reeds and flowing water.

So you don't mind him approaching with ulterior motives anymore?She didn't know, but had time to wait.

Now she looks like she has nothing, only time is the most abundant.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a person, and she raised her head in a daze. It was a student with brown curly hair, blue eyes, and a silver-green tie neatly tied on her chest. She was another Slytherin.

"Miss Lin, do you need help?" The boy repeated his question again, his eyes were full of sincerity, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he continued mockingly: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself again, my name is Nord, Ian Nord, Slytherin fifth year."

The girl pursed her lips and didn't know how to answer him. She naturally didn't forget how the Slytherin in the room was angry with her just now, but it would be too unreasonable to beat all the children from the same school to death like this.

She should have seen the boy in front of her before, but she was not very familiar with some impressions, but she didn't know the relationship between him and Riddle. If that bad boy was hired to bully her together, then he was really bad and hopeless up.

The girl thought for a while and said softly: "I want to find Olivia Schell, can you help me find her?"

Nord's eyes widened, as if surprised that the ghost who couldn't remember his name remembered someone else's name again.It's just that his mood was complicated, he blinked, and chose to put aside these messy emotions, and continued: "Are you a student of Ravenclaw?"

"It should be... I'm not sure." The girl frowned, and thought for a while: "Can you take me to their academy first? Maybe I will remember."

"Of course," Nord said eagerly, "If you have any difficulties, you can always come to me."

Daiyu was amused by the boy's appearance, she couldn't help but joked: "Look at you, do you wish me more trouble?"

"Of course not." Nord wanted to argue, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking for a while, he finally gave up and said: "Let's go to the Ravenclaw lounge first... I haven't been to them There, but I'm told it's in the attic."

Daiyu was even more amused: "Since you have never been there, how dare you lead the way?"

Nord was dumbfounded. In fact, he just wanted to spend more time with this girl.Of course, she might not be able to see through his small thoughts.

"Maybe we can find a Ravenclaw student." He refused to give up.

The ghost didn't refuse again.

Riddle was still reading his book, about Muggle life in the East, which he didn't really have much interest in to be honest.

He looked at the somewhat distorted images of men and women in the illustration. The men had long braids, and the women were rarely photographed by Muggle cameras. In the wide robes, if a Slytherin pure-blood saw such a picture, he would probably only feel that his eyes were stained by a group of dirty bedbugs.And he himself also didn't feel that this kind of low-level creature had any meaning and value... All this was so different from the only oriental girl he had ever seen.

If it is the photos of recent decades, their clothes are not much different from the British Muggles.

Maybe she lived in an older time, and after her... maybe this is the fall of the East, he thought.

There was another person sitting on the sofa opposite, the boy didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, it wasn't her, that was enough to know.

The other party refused to let him continue reading quietly: "Your ghost girl and Nord ran away."

Malfoy's voice sounded a little gloating.

The boy raised his head, Malfoy's face was a bit unrecognizable in the twilight, maybe he had read the book for too long, Riddle raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "She will come back."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, surprised that the other party accepted the obvious possessive word "your girl" calmly: "Is that rumor true? Are you together?"

"She's just a dead ghost." Riddle looked at his book again, and replied irrelevantly.

Malfoy laughed as if he had discovered a new world: "Riddle's first love is actually a ghost? Am I right?"

But he only had time to utter a few words, not because of the resentful gazes of Mrs. Pince and the surrounding students, but because of Riddle's wand, the other party unceremoniously cast a silent spell, not even making anyone around find.

Malfoy opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound, he was surprised, angry, and finally fell into panic.

He always knew that Riddle was very strong, but he never thought that he could complete a spell so quickly. What would happen if the spell he cast just now ended with another spell?

He knew that Riddle would not do anything outrageous. After all, his family was strong enough to allow this boy from an orphanage to leave Hogwarts. But since he dared to use magic on him in violation of school rules, how dare he dare? of?

Malfoy recalled the rumors about Riddle learning black magic in the college a year ago, he just laughed it off, but now?He suddenly felt that the other party's smile had a chilling taste.

"I won't do anything to you," the boy said with his usual modest smile, "but you know it's not okay to make loud noises in the library."

Malfoy tried again, still no sound.

"I think competing for prefect probably has nothing to do with my personal affairs, besides, Lin is only mine..." He paused: "Friend."

It seemed to be the only word he could find, even if it made the boy feel terribly awkward: "So I think your discussion on this is more or less enough, you know, Malfoy, the mid-term is coming, and its test results are directly related to it." to your candidacy."

The big invisible hand holding his throat was finally released quietly. Malfoy touched his throat with lingering fear, and he frowned: "I just want to remind you that Nord doesn't think that way," the blond boy still couldn't help it. He sneered and said, "Being dazzled by a ghost, he is really amazing."

Riddle didn't say much, and didn't seem to care.

"But I'm still curious," the blond boy continued, "it's just a ghost, why are you all focusing on her? What is there to pay attention to about her? According to my research, she doesn't know any magic. Can't even say spells, probably was a Muggle through and through."

The boy closed the book impatiently, his deep voice revealed his true emotions for the first time:

"I am also very curious."