Vodai Ecstasy

29

Most of the snow in Little Hangleton has melted, and the road leading to the valley is still covered with thorns. The arrival of spring only gives these desolate weeds more power to grow unscrupulously, but brings more and more troubles to the passage of others. Difficult experience.

However, the people who lived there might not need this difficult act. Riddle even suspected that Morfin Gunter had completely rotted with the pile of dead snakes in that dilapidated and stained house.

How ironic, for Slytherin, who values ​​glory and blood, the last blood is living in this filthy garbage dump.

The robe was dragged back and forth by the chaotic branches, and the boy's footsteps became heavier as his mood gradually sank.

How did you feel last time you came here?Although only a few months had passed, Riddle felt a sense of loss as if he had been in another world.

If he was asked to choose the most disgusting memory in his heart, the memory of reading Morfin Gaunt last time would undoubtedly be on the list.It's just that that memory was finally covered by heavy snowflakes, and after that, a big umbrella shielded him from all the raging snowflakes.

At that time, there was a soul from a foreign country beside him, and Riddle suddenly felt that those cruel truths were no longer so unacceptable, at least he had her by his side at that time.

But today is different.The young man looked up at the twilight, and the last light purple left in the sky looked like the veil worn by an oriental girl.The young man slowly brought up a smile, and watched as the afterglow was completely swallowed by the long night, he conjured up a lantern, walked around the dead snake hanging on the door, and chose a place that didn't look so filthy, Twice hard.

Morfin Gaunt was even more disheveled than the last time he saw him. He was huddled in the armchair, his hair and beard were so long that they covered his eyes and mouth. It was a foul-smelling corpse.

It's just that the "corpse" stood up staggeringly, and the beer bottle at his feet jingled and rattled. He stared at the uninvited visitor by the door, and gasped, "You...you!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards the boy at the door, holding his wand and sharp knife high.

"stop."

Riddle spoke Parseltongue.

Gaunt hit the table suddenly, and the moldy and rusty pot fell to the ground, sending out dull memories in the silent room.

"You can speak snake language?"

Gaunt was the first to break the silence.

"Yes, I will."

The boy walked into the house, and the door was closed heavily behind him. He quietly looked at the humanoid monster in front of him. It seemed that the previous memory erasure was successful, and Morfin didn't have the slightest memory of him.It's just... Riddle looked at the densely packed empty wine bottles on the ground with some disgust. Perhaps it made no difference to this alcoholic whether he used magic or not. His brain had long been messed up by alcohol.

But assessing Morfin Gunter's health was obviously not the purpose of his coming here. The boy said in a deep voice, "Where is Manolo?"

"Dead." The man replied, "It's been many years, hasn't it?"

He did know, but what he cared about was not Manolo's life or death, Riddle frowned: "You are his son..."

"Of course it is, then..." Gunter interrupted Riddle with pride. He pushed away the dirty hair on his face, trying to see the appearance of the young man in front of him, his dirty hands Impressively wearing a black gemstone ring: "I thought you were that Muggle, you look a lot like that Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Riddle frowned more and more, he knew he was going to hear the answer he hated the most.

"The Muggle that my sister is obsessed with lives in the big house across the way." Morfin suddenly spat on the ground: "You look just like him, Riddle. But he's older now, he's older than you , I remembered...he's back."

"Riddle is back?"

The young man frowned and said, he turned his head and listened, the surroundings of the old house were very quiet, and there was no sound of hooves of ignorant Muggles wantonly breaking the boundaries.

"He abandoned Merope, he deserved it. My sister Merope, she chose to marry trash." Morfin spat again: "Still snatching our things before she ran away! Where's the locket? Where's Lytlin's locket?"

Riddle didn't speak, his eyes stayed on Gunter's fingers, and a greedy red light flashed in the boy's black pupils.

The man in front of him became more and more frantic because of Riddle's silence. He waved a dagger and shouted: "She has disgraced us, that little bastard! Who are you? Why did you come here to ask these questions? Everything has been done before. It's over, isn't it?"

The man's voice became hoarse and harsh, and Riddle walked forward silently: "Stupefy."

The young man looked at the man lying at his feet with disgust. The so-called heirs of Slytherin were just idiots who could kill with one blow. The pure blood they had been boasting about didn't help the alcoholic in the slightest.But maybe he should be grateful for the blood of the Gaunt family. They gave him powerful magic power and Parseltongue, allowing him to successfully inherit the wealth that Slytherin left in the school, which is not too bad.

The boy waved his wand, but the ring on Gunter's hand remained motionless. He raised his eyebrows, squatted down in the filth, and violently pulled the ring off Gunter's hand.

Under the light of the lantern and candles, the ring of black gemstones glowed with a deep cold light, and it was very heavy in the hand.Unlike this filthy man, the ring has been well preserved, and it can be seen that it is often wiped with a flannel cloth, as if declaring how much weight the ring has in that man's heart.

The red light in the boy's eyes became hotter. He carefully put the ring in his arms, and kicked the unconscious man mercilessly. Watching Gunter's body shrink into a ball unconsciously due to the severe pain, Riddle snorted coldly, lowered his head and took Gaunt's wand away.

This time no good spirits came in untimely to mess things up.The young man turned his head to look at the darker night. Even though the windows of the dilapidated old house had accumulated heavy dust and dirt, he could still see the lights of the majestic mansion on the opposite hillside.Thinking about it, Merope used to curl up in the kitchen like this, staring at the house day and night in a daze... Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but tighten the wand in his hand.

The mistakes and shame of 17 years ago are finally coming to an end.

When Myrtle awoke from the infirmary, the white bed hangings fluttered about her like ghostly trains.

Keeping in mind Nord's previous instructions, she didn't dare to open her eyes directly, but closed her eyes and listened for a while. The surrounding area was very quiet, as if only the sound of her own breathing was heard. After listening carefully for a while, she found Mrs. Gray outside the door. Fiddle with the sound of those bottles and cans.

She opened her eyes quietly, but found no sign of anyone else. It seemed that Nord guessed right, the professors drove all the students out.

Then Myrtle hurriedly took out a small bottle of potion from her clothes. The potion exuded a soft halo like mother-of-pearl and flowed quietly in the bottle.Myrtle knew that this was Nord's improved love potion, and only by drinking it would she be able to deceive Riddle and others, making them mistakenly believe that Nord's shot was just a spur of the moment under the bewilderment of love, that boy That's what he told her.

But why did she do what he said?Myrtle could not remember.She felt that something was wrong with her memory.She only remembered being chased to the Forbidden Forest by those bad Slytherin boys, and then dragged into the forest by Nord in the chaos, and she couldn't remember anything after that.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that Nord should not be trusted, but there is another voice in the dark urging myself to do what the boy said, even though he is also a Slytherin.

At most, it was nothing more than embarrassment, and the sharp face of Oliver Hornbe appeared in her mind. She was not afraid of embarrassing more anyway. The girl was heartbroken, closed her eyes and quickly drank the potion, and then quickly threw the bottle out. outside the window.

"Are you awake, little girl?"

Mrs. Gray's voice came from outside the bed curtain, and Myrtle saw a figure walking in quickly, and she lay down hurriedly and covered herself with the quilt.

The curtain of the bed was torn off, and Myrtle stared innocently at Mrs. Grey, and blinked, "How is my beloved Nord? Is he all right?"