Vodai Ecstasy

07

Malfoy was sure Riddle was working on something ulterior.

This is actually quite normal. Slytherin students will more or less have strange enthusiasm for some fields, but what is it specifically? After that library attack, he has great reasons to believe that Riddle's research object It's black magic.

Even if it is well hidden, the traces are not so easy to erase.

He noticed that Riddle almost never read his homework in the Slytherin common room. He always brought a few large old books as thick as bricks, and his large work robe covered the titles. Entering his single dormitory...he met Riddle in the library, he could notice that the text on the original page would change rapidly...and the candidate for prefect, who was obviously rich in extracurricular activities, would always be there after dinner The time for free activities disappears, and it is not until dark that I return alone following the night...

Of course, all of this is not enough to put the crime of studying black magic on this top student's neck. The deadliest iron nail that pierced Christ's heart was Riddle's notebook, which was knocked to the ground during a class break , even though Riddle quickly picked it up, the sharp-eyed blond boy still saw a few rough and startling words on it: Medieval curse magic.

Hogwarts students can learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, but can they be exposed to this cursed magic in fifth grade?He questioned all of Riddle's professors on the sidelines, and the other party's eyes widened in surprise, earnestly asking him to promise that he had never tried and never tried to use this dangerous magic, and warned him not to get too involved in this field .What's more, he was kicked out of the office when he mentioned that word.

But Malfoy has to admit helplessly that Slytherin's tolerance for the study of the dark arts is much higher than that of other colleges, even higher than the tolerance line of Hogwarts.This once made him proud, but now, it has become a constraint for him to take revenge on Riddle.

He knew that it would not be easy to bring down that popular boy, no Slytherin could be unanimously welcomed by the whole house like Riddle, even a forgetful ghost could throw an olive branch to him within a week.

As for Riddle, he could feel in the dark that if he couldn't be knocked down with one blow, then the opponent would definitely launch a stronger counterattack.

Forgiving enemies has never been a Slytherin style.

So he pretended to be sick and skipped the boring rune class on Monday, hid alone in front of the warm fire in the lounge, and wrote three pages of his accumulated questions and evidence.

At the end of the letter, he solemnly wrote: "I believe that Riddle's research has far exceeded the level that normal students should master, and even poses a certain danger to the normal teaching order of Slytherin and even Hogwarts." Sex. If he is not studying these horrible magics for purely academic purposes (which seems more suitable for Ravenclaw nerd style), then he is likely to be a follower of the dark wizard on the European continent. If The above is true. I think such a dangerous person is not suitable to continue studying at Hogwarts. Therefore, I sincerely ask you, dear father, to initiate a review in the name of the school manager. This is also for the safety of the school. .”

In the end, he stamped hot wax heavily on the seal of the Malfoy Manor envelope, applied another protective technique, and solemnly delivered the letter to his owl.

The gray figure of the owl quickly disappeared into the gloomy rain. The blond boy let out a long breath towards the green hills outside the corridor. The big rock in his heart seemed to have finally dropped, but more uneasiness rose like morning fog.

What is he afraid of?

he does not know.He just felt scared.

The boy shook his head, shaking off all these inexplicable emotions.Anyway, he thought, he'd have to try.

Malfoy didn't have to wait long for a reply.At lunch time on Friday, in the noisy hall, the gray owl quickly rushed to his shoulder and dropped two letters to him, both signed from the Malfoy Manor.

It should be a very normal thing to receive letters from parents, especially when the owls of various families are flying around at will, but Malfoy still couldn't help but take a peek at Riddle, who seemed to be talking and laughing seriously with others , did not notice the small movements here.

The boy with light blond hair didn't open the letter right away, he carefully carried it in his arms, even though there was still half of the food on the plate, the boy slipped out of the hall on the pretext of being full.

When going out, an owl that seemed to have lost its sense of direction flew towards him. The boy frowned and jumped to the side to barely escape its impact.

And the fat owl seemed completely unaware that it almost hit the innocent wizard, and it staggered like a drunk and flew in, rolling and falling in front of Nord.

Malfoy didn't rush in to question the teacher, he just straightened his clothes, checked that his letter didn't fall out unfortunately, and then left quickly.

On the long table in the hall, Nord smiled and rubbed the head of the fat owl. He turned his head and looked at the figure of the blond boy who quickly disappeared outside the door. He seemed a little puzzled by his sudden generosity, but he still chose to ignore it.

Nord carefully untied the letter tied to the owl's leg. The other party seemed to be afraid that his own owl would lose the letter. The red rope was tightly tied several times. The boy thought it was a bit funny. Slytherin style.

The Hogwarts envelope, with elegant and resilient fonts, reminded him of the oriental bamboo branches he had seen in the picture book, and seemed to have a vague fragrance. He was not sure, maybe it was just an illusion.

But the boy still unconsciously held his breath. He carefully opened the letter, and the paper inside was printed with light-colored flowers, and he didn't know where he got it.

He had never seen such letter paper.

The boy moved his eyes to the final signature almost with a wish, his heart was beating wildly, as if he was waiting for the verdict of the doomsday, he tried his best to suppress the denial but couldn't restrain the surge of anticipation.

As if about to drown.

Those are several oriental Chinese characters.

The flood that swallowed the sky and the earth receded in an instant, and the golden sunlight pierced through the black clouds, and the hideous cliffs in the darkness were dyed colorful. He let out a long breath, feeling the ecstasy of the resurrection of all things.

The boy picked up the letter and read it several times. It seemed that every word was burned into his mind, but he couldn't comprehend the meaning of the flowing and zigzag letters at all.

"Hey, why are you so engrossed?"

The sudden slap on the shoulder made the boy yell out almost invisibly. He frowned and rubbed his sore shoulder, dissatisfied, "What do you want, Stian?"

The other party didn't have the slightest sense of disturbing people's tranquility, and instead filed a complaint first: "We are discussing whether to go to Hogsmeade on the weekend."

"Hogsmeade? For what?" Nord lost interest, his mind and eyes were full of the letter.

What did Daiyu say in the letter?It seems to be grateful for taking her to Ravenclaw to find Shere last time.Then what?He doesn't remember, is it an invitation?

That kind of thing was too dreamy, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

"Riddle said he wanted to go, and asked if you want to go together." Stian looked at Nord with the eyes of a caring fool, and didn't understand why a seemingly ordinary letter caught him. Could it be this? There is a powerful hypnotic magic on the letter?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help reaching out to grab the letter in Nord's hand.It's just that before he touched the envelope, there was a sharp pain in his fingertips. Almost at the same time, Nord jumped up like a frightened gray rabbit, and the stool was knocked to the ground suddenly, making a loud noise.

They attracted the attention of the whole hall.

"Reparo." The dark-haired boy who had been watching from the sidelines cast a spell lightly, as if nothing had happened, and no one noticed when he drew his wand.

It was just an accident, and the hall was soon flooded with noise.

Stian looked at Nord and then at Riddle, not knowing what to say.

It's understandable how much Nord would hide, but Riddle...why did Riddle attack him?

Nord held the letter tightly to his chest, and stared at Stian with vigilance and hostility.

The stalemate lasted only a few seconds.

Riddle's voice sounded leisurely: "Nord, do you want to go to Hogsmeade together for the weekend?" He smiled kindly, but his eyes were not clear.

"Huh?" The attention was successfully diverted, and Nord wondered: "Isn't the only time we can go to Hogsmeade is Saturday?"

The other party suddenly smiled, and he shrugged: "If you care about this, you can stay."

Obvious hesitation.

Riddle didn't say much anymore, he got up and said, "Then forget it."

The remaining wizards also stood up one after another, chasing the leading boy in black wizard robes, as if a pair of huge wings swayed behind him.

Stian gave Nord a puzzled look, but still walked around him and followed Riddle's footsteps.

"Wait!" Nord turned his head to catch up with Riddle, the brown-haired boy clenched his fists, as if he had made great determination: "I'll go with you."

As expected, Riddle just smiled: "Okay, see you at the Pig's Head Bar tomorrow."

Nord opened the letter again in the corridor until the group of wizards left.

Daiyu's letters were simple but beautifully worded, and reminded him of Muggle poetry, even if the boy had never studied them seriously.Wizards didn't have those music or literature lessons that Muggles loved, and this was the first time he knew that words could have such beautiful power.

She thanked him for taking her to Ravenclaw last time, although she said that when she wrote the letter, she couldn't remember why she went to Ravenclaw, so she could only write it to him before she completely forgot.

The boy couldn't help laughing, what a serious and kind girl, he thought.

She mentioned the book about the East that he told herself last time. She didn't remember that she had read that book, but she was very interested in his description, so she hoped that he would lend her a read if there was a chance.

Of course no problem, the boy quickly called his owl, and let it go home to bring it back to him in a while.

The elegant font is still going on:

"I don't remember what kind of experience I had, but I always feel very familiar with what you said. If you are free tomorrow afternoon, can you come to the library? I want to hear those stories again."

The cold east wind howled from the mainland across the strait, and the boy's smile fell helplessly from his pale face like fallen leaves.