Vodai Ecstasy

09

Riddle shook his head:

"I just chased her back. When I caught up with her, she seemed to be trying to get in touch with someone. I couldn't be sure... She refused to say anything. I didn't know what to do, so I came to Slug Discuss with Professor Horn."

After speaking, he even looked at Slughorn aggrievedly.It seems that he is still ashamed of the face he lost tonight.

Dippet's complexion has sunk to the extreme. He didn't know that his students had so many unexpected outrageous behaviors, and now all these secrets were poured out by a bottle of Veritaserum. He was caught off guard in front of him... He gave Yaxley an angry look. He knew that he would not be allowed to enter Hogwarts tonight, even if he was allowed in after the student's report was over. It's better than being passive.

Dippet fell silent while thinking, and Slughorn could only turn his face to Yaxley and said in a deep voice: "Now you have got the answer, Riddle really has nothing to do with your case, and this matter Things... As your former professor, I hope you can avoid it for my sake, this is an internal matter of Hogwarts."

"That is, even if Myrtle is trying to contact the centaurs, it should be handled by the school itself, and the Ministry of Magic should not interfere with the management of Hogwarts."

As soon as the words were finished, Riddle covered his mouth in pain again, Slughorn gave Riddle a reproachful look, and directly cast a silent spell.Riddle's lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.Only then did the young man heave a sigh of relief, and looked at his dean gratefully.

"Horse?"

Yaxley frowned and sneered. The student's voice in front of him was so simple that it was ridiculous: "If it's really those arrogant centaurs, according to the regulations on the management of magical beasts, the Ministry of Magic should really take care of them."

"Yaxley!" Slughorn blocked Riddle behind him like a calf, and then smiled: "You have more important tasks tonight, don't you? Besides, we haven't seen any key people yet. , everything is just Riddle's immature speculation, and Hogwarts can handle this little thing."

Yaxley turned cold, but he was too embarrassed to press too hard in front of his former mentor.Anyway, the effect of Veritaserum is coming to an end, so why not sell it to Hogwarts temporarily.He tilted his head and gave way: "I'll go and see the monitoring report from the ministry."

Professor Mellors passed by Yaxley when he entered the door. The elderly professor looked at the young official suspiciously, and immediately looked away. He was allowed to develop a psychology called curiosity about most things beyond his personal interests, and the reason why he came so early today was probably all because he was ready.

Melles glanced back at the two girls behind him, and said, "Come in with me."

"You came here very quickly this time." Dippet only felt that the few white hairs on his head were becoming more and more precarious, and he said to Mellas dissatisfiedly: "You know that the students of Ravenclaw made Is something good?"

Mellas looked at Dippet slowly, stood still and took a breath before saying, "What can Ravenclaw students do, other colleges do as much good things as Ravenclaw every year."

"Do you know that the Ministry of Magic has been keeping a close eye on Hogwarts since the basilisk attack..." The eager words came to an abrupt end, and Dippet looked behind Melles suspiciously: "Why did you bring two students here? ?”

"Come here." Mellas motioned to the two of them before saying to Dippet, "This is the Slytherin prefect, Rosie Selwyn, this... Ravenclaw Myrtle .You are looking for me today, it should be related to them... right?"

Dippet nodded with a dark face, and asked, "What's the matter with Miss Selwyn?"

"She brought Myrtle to me." Melles briefly told how Rosie found out that Myrtle went to the ban alone and brought her back according to the school rules, and concluded: "I also asked What's the matter with Myrtle, but she can only cry... It's not good for me to be alone in this matter, so I brought them both."

After finishing speaking, Mellas nestled comfortably on the sofa beside him and closed his eyes. He seriously recalled the astrology map he had just seen. He seemed to think that he had completed all his tasks, and threw this hot potato away again. Back to Dippet.

Dippet looked at Riddle suspiciously: "Didn't you chase her back?"

Seeing that Riddle stared and opened his mouth without making a sound, Slughorn hurriedly undid his silent spell, and Riddle said: "I did follow Myrtle, Rosie met by chance, and fortunately there was Rosie Help, I can run over and ask the professor how to deal with this matter."

That makes sense, and really isn't a big deal.Dippet turned his head and looked at Myrtle, whose eyes were red and swollen and full of tears. He frowned and said, "Tell me, child, what are you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Do you know that is a very dangerous thing?"

But no matter what he asked, Myrtle just cried and shook her head, and still refused to open her mouth.

Dippet sighed and glanced at the tea cups on the table. If only Yaxley had more Veritaserum.He shook his head and changed the question again: "What is your relationship with Ian Nord of Slytherin?"

The crying girl froze suddenly, staring at Dippet with wide eyes, but didn't speak.

"We understand that your relationship is...unusual." Dippet put it another way: "How do you feel about him now?"

"He...how is he?" Myrtle was silent for a while, not daring to look directly at Riddle who was sitting by the side, sobbing, "I...I can say, but Slytherin can't here."

Dippet glanced at the three people around him suspiciously. Apart from answering questions, Selwin and Riddle have remained silent from the beginning to the present, and so has Slughorn. I don't know why Myrtle refused. The Slytherins were there, was it the little girl's shyness or was she threatened by the kid named Nord?Shouldn't taking the love potion lead to liking Slytherin?

Dippet suppressed the doubts in his heart, but still waved the three of them out.

Riddle got up obediently, and when she walked past Myrtle, she flinched suddenly. He frowned unobtrusively, and immediately apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I really..."

He got stuck in the second half of the sentence, and the boy took a careful look at Dippet before leaving in a hurry.

Dippet's probing gaze quickly disappeared behind the re-closed door. The boy exhaled indistinctly. After the heavy rain, the night air was filled with the moist smell of soil and grass leaves. He turned his head and smiled at Rosie.The other party frowned almost immediately and turned his head away, but the base of his ears turned slightly red.

The boy didn't get entangled in these details. He turned to Slughorn and asked, "Professor, did I get into trouble? Will the Ministry of Magic official use this to put pressure on Hogwarts? But you can settle it." Is it right?"

Apparently the last question successfully pleased the professor, he pretended to smile mysteriously, waved away Rosie, and then said modestly: "I am just an ordinary professor, and even Headmaster Dippet has a headache. Why let me handle it..." At this point, he paused, and after making sure that there were no other people around, he whispered to Riddle, "But no matter what, Yaxley belongs to my Slug Club. One member, my favorite student..."

Riddle nodded in understanding immediately, and complimented: "After all, you are the student you personally taught. The senior must respect you as much as I do. It is impossible to embarrass you because of such a trivial matter."

Slughorn narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and heard Riddle change the subject and continue to ask: "Then how do you think the school will handle this matter?"

"Are you referring to those two students?" Slughorn frowned upon hearing this. It was the same Nord who stayed out all night last time. This kid was not such a trouble-loving character when he first entered the academy, obviously Slytherin In the past few years, he has always won the first place in the Academy Cup, but these endless small accidents caused him to be criticized by Dippet for a long time... He turned his head to look at his best student, and tentatively said: "You know how the academy will deal with it. ,Is it right?"

The top student showed a slightly distressed expression, and said softly: "Although these violated the school rules, they might be expelled... But after all, they didn't cause any major problems. The secret room that was opened and the basilisk that turned into petrification should be the school. The focus of the work... I think it still depends on what the principal wants."

Slughorn sighed: "You are really smart, do you plan to enter the Ministry of Magic in the future? That path should be very suitable for you."

Riddle smiled noncommittally, and said in a low voice: "Then... if Myrtle really contacts the Centaur under Nord's order, will the Ministry of Magic trouble Nord?"

"How could you guess that she contacted the centaurs? They always disdain to deal with humans, whether they are Muggles or wizards..." Slughorn realized that with the usual knowledge of top students, he would not make a decision. This obviously unreasonable judgment, could it be that Riddle saw something?

"I heard a whistle." Riddle explained in a low voice: "I heard Myrtle whistling at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then there was a similar whistle and the sound of horseshoes in the Forbidden Forest. After hearing the echo, Myrtle I wanted to go in, but was stopped by me and Rosie."

"Horse hoofbeats..." Slughorn repeated in a low voice. Although there are many species in the Forbidden Forest, magical creatures that can make hoofbeats are indeed rare. In this way, Riddle's suspicion is not completely unreasonable, but the centaur Why……

Riddle didn't intend to disturb the pensive professor in front of him. He glanced to the side, then turned his head to look at the end of the dark corridor, and silently took a step back to bury himself in the shadows.

In the deep night, there were once again untimely and chaotic footsteps in the silent corridor.