Vodai Ecstasy

08

It was almost autumn, and the leaves were gradually turning yellow on the road from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade. Days of rain knocked down the dead leaves ruthlessly, and the shaking carriage crushed them on the wet soil.

Even if it was a rare sunny day, such scenery could not reverse Nord's extremely bad mood.

He even felt that Riddle had deliberately chosen such a time to test his loyalty.

But why did he swear allegiance to Riddle?He doesn't really know.He could only vaguely feel that if he resisted Riddle, the slender black-haired boy, he might not even be able to graduate.

He has always performed well in divination, which further promotes the wizard's trust in intuition.His intuition has indeed fed back to him, helping him to escape several unexpected disasters.

Unlike Malfoy, the boy has always been self-aware. Even if he is a pure-blooded wizard, he is not as rich and powerful as the Malfoy family. His father is just a member of the Magic Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic, and his mother is an herbalist. family.He doesn't have the capital to fight against Riddle, the other party is too good, a child born in an orphanage can get into the position that everyone loves in Slytherin, that is an ability that he can hardly match.

Riddle is not necessarily a Muggle, but he can never be a pure-blood wizard. There is no pure-blood wizard family in Britain or even Europe with the surname Riddle.

However, Riddle is also a pure-blood, and he even perfectly captured the crowd of pure-bloods who pay attention to birth.

This boy is destined to be extraordinary.

But Nord was always afraid of him. Even though Riddle always had a kind smile and was humble and polite, he would not refuse to help others, nor would he participate in ridiculing the weak. Everything seemed perfect.

If wizards are classified like Muggles, Riddle must be a born noble.

It's just that maybe because it's too perfect, it makes people feel powerless and can't touch the real crescent moon no matter what.

The scenery outside the carriage was shaky, making people feel drowsy.He didn't know why he gave up Apparition and chose to pay for such a slow transportation.

The fourth grade students beside him were still chattering.

He finally lowered his eyelids and fell powerlessly into a dream.

If you want to have a panoramic view of Hogwarts from a height, the Observatory must be the best choice.But few people are aware of this, or because the blood man Barrow often wanders here, even if he can find it, many students still shy away from him.

Today is an exception.

On a rare sunny day, the sun pours freely from the clouds on the green or yellow mountains, and the towering trees in the Forbidden Forest are covered with a layer of golden flash. The lake outside the castle reflects the mountains and the sky. Occasionally, there are two A flying bird flitted across the lake, causing the mermaids in the water to jump wildly.

Daiyu's eyes widened, and she slightly covered her mouth with her pale fingers, as if she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

The black-haired boy on the side was just leaning against the railing, with a look of little interest. Obviously he led the ghost to this secret place, but now it seems that the girl dragged him here forcibly.

"The mountains and rivers are falling, and there are thousands of miles... The scenery that I couldn't see before, but now I see it, but I only think about the things in the past. It's ridiculous that people are really not satisfied."

The girl sighed, but what she spoke was an unfamiliar oriental language.

Riddle frowned: "What did you say?"

Daiyu turned around in a daze: "What did I just say?"

The boy frowned and looked at her, but couldn't find any trace of intentional deception.

He turned his head and stopped talking, but the girl was annoyed by the rude gaze, and said with a sneer, "You are always like this, you don't believe anyone, it's fine if you are like this, and you prefer to provoke me. What do I owe you?" How many lifetimes have you owed? It's worth your heart and soul."

Riddle glanced sideways at Daiyu, but remained silent.

"Forget it, I'm making fun of myself." The girl turned her head, and lightly jumped over the guardrail, flying like a butterfly into the air without support, and the light-colored skirt flew into swaying clouds in the wind.

Unexpectedly, she would jump down suddenly, the boy's eyes widened, and he had no time to think, let alone appreciate, he suddenly rushed to the outside of the fence, grabbed her wrist, as if he wanted to drag this silly girl back.

Unable to feel any physical touch, the boy's slender fingers penetrated the air again.

The girl was stunned in the air for a moment, then she covered her mouth and laughed: "It turns out that you are also afraid, and I thought you were an ignorant and fearless idiot."

The blackness in the boy's eyes deepened, and he took out his wand and cast several spells on the ghost floating in the air.

Unfortunately, none worked.

Daiyu looked at him leisurely, not intending to ask him what kind of spell he cast, her black pupils were full of smiles: "Since you invited me here today, you must not be just to get angry? I can hear your classmate Said you have other things to do today, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

The figure of the ghost was clearly reflected in Riddle's eyes. After a while, he sneered and said, "It's nothing, I just learned a little thing about your family."

The girl's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but move closer to the boy: "What do you know?"

The boy chuckled again, and he shook his head with a bit of regret: "But I just changed my mind."

Before the words were finished, the boy suddenly jumped over the guardrail and fell straight down amidst the girl's exclamation.

Daiyu's reaction was obviously not as quick as Riddle's. She rushed down following the boy's figure, but the moment she caught him, the boy turned into a black mist.

The ghost stood in mid-air in a daze, eagerly looking for the boy's disappearing figure, but heard a chuckle from the observatory.

She raised her head, and the man was leaning against the guardrail, looking down at her: "If you want to know, you can't leave the observatory until twelve o'clock tonight."

After that, he disappeared.

The girl was stunned for a moment, red clouds of embarrassment rushed up her snow-white cheeks, and then flooded into her eyes.In the end, she just clutched her heart uncomfortably, and squatted down helplessly in mid-air.

When Nord arrived at the Pig's Head, Stian was chatting with several other Slytherins.I don't know if it was because of the weekend, but the hotel was extremely lively, amidst the noise, Stian and the others didn't even notice Nord's arrival.

Nord glanced slightly, not many people came, most of them were the pure-bloods who usually followed Riddle.

Riddle didn't come.

He went and sat on the edge of the table, ordered a butterbeer and sipped it.

Angelik glanced at him and said indifferently, "You're late, it's ten past twelve."

"Riddle hasn't come yet," Nord changed the subject: "Why did you come to Hogsmeade suddenly? Are there any arrangements?"

"There's an abandoned haunted shack just outside the village."

Angéric was succinct.

"What's the special meaning?" Nord didn't understand.

"The ghosts there are very difficult to get along with." Angelik bit a piece of steak and continued mockingly: "If you can get rid of the ghosts there, you probably won't have to worry about how to get along with Hogwarts ghosts."

"Maybe." Even though he heard the mockery in the other party's tone, Nord was still not energetic, and he was lazy to even refute.

Maybe he's already disqualified from spending time with that ghost, and he writes her back asking if he can change the time.But when his owl flew wearily into the lounge, it had nothing on its legs.

Are you angry?

he does not know.

He got up early this morning and searched for her several times in the library and the teachers' lounge, but no one had seen the oriental girl.

Maybe I really don't want to see him anymore.

At this time, he really hoped that she simply forgot about his invitation, or that it didn't matter if she simply forgot about him.At least then he would have the courage to start over, but if she hated him, so what if she remembered?

The bell on the bar door rang again, and the thick wooden door was pushed open by a knuckle hand.Nord raised his head amid Stian's call, and happened to meet Riddle's black eyes. The other party was still smiling, but he suddenly shivered.

On the way to the dean's office, Malfoy encountered the oriental ghost again. The other party seemed to be lost again, but he could still guess where she was heading, the library.

A nerd.

Of course he wisely swallowed that sentence after being bullied a few times by the nerdy ghost and her supporters.

When they passed each other, there were obvious red marks on the eye circles of the other party.

How can ghosts cry.

He walked over with a mocking mood.

Professor Slughorn seemed to have just had a drink. He was slightly dazed when he opened the door to see Malfoy, but he quickly covered it up deftly.

Malfoy didn't intend to waste time on this small detail, he obediently sat down on the professor's sofa, which was soft, although not as comfortable as his home, but not so difficult to accept.

"I read your father's letter." The professor sat down on a chair beside him as if he was business-like, but from his eyes, he obviously wanted to sit on the sofa: "He said that there is a crack in the ceiling of your room, and you need to Get someone to reinforce and fix it."

"Any questions, Professor?" Malfoy returned politely.

"Of course it's okay, but why didn't you and your roommate choose to report directly to me?" Slughorn raised his glasses and said dissatisfiedly: "You can't rely on your father for everything in the future, Malfoy, this You can handle small things by yourself."

"Because my room doesn't have any cracks that need to be repaired."

The unexpected confession made Slughorn a little puzzled. He fiddled with his hourglass and waited quietly for his next words.

"I know that Riddle has no roommates this semester, and I really hope to study with him." The boy said earnestly: "You know the role of a good role model, especially that is Riddle. Now that the deadline is approaching, I believe and Having him in a dorm would give me a bigger boost."

"So that's how it is..." The professor smiled with satisfaction: "Of course there is no problem, you can move your luggage there when you go back, and I will write to you later, you and Riddle explain, I hope you get along well. "

"Of course, Professor." Malfoy chuckled, "We will definitely continue to win the Academy Cup this year."

"By the way...Professor," Malfoy said again as if he suddenly remembered something, "If the Slytherin students don't come home at night, what will the general school do?"