Vodai Ecstasy

10

"Yaxley?"

Slughorn looked suspiciously at the two who were walking quickly: "... Nord? You?"

The caught boy kept his head down, and no one saw his expression clearly.

Slughorn's voice sank. "Tell me, Nord, it's not what I thought it was."

"I'm sorry, Professor." Yaxley sneered, "Your nightmare is about to come true. Without the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, your outstanding students may cause an unprecedented war between wizards and wizards between the East and the West. battle."

After finishing speaking, he was about to walk to the principal's office while dragging Nord.

"Nord..." Slughorn couldn't help but stepped forward and stopped a step, still looking at the silent boy with his head down in disbelief: "East? Did you really go there? You have been doing it since last year." What do you know? It's dangerous!"

"I'm sorry, Professor." The boy finally uttered the first words of the night, and then he saw another pair of student leather boots hidden in the shadows. He raised his head, but the eyes on his pale face were amazingly bright: "She's not there."

Riddle stood there silently, with a habitual smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't open his mouth, wondering if he understood the other party's words.

"You know she's dead." Nord repeated in a hoarse voice, the fire in his eyes wanted to burn Riddle's flesh and bones.

The silent stalemate lasted only a moment, and the top student quickly put on a worried look: "Are you okay, Ian? Your matter...I'm sorry, but you know you shouldn't treat her like that."

Yaxley's eyes lingered on the two of them for a moment, but he still dragged Nord to the headmaster's office, and Slughorn hurriedly followed.

Riddle seemed to want to catch up too, but stopped after all.When the figures of the three were all lost in the darkness of the castle, he turned and said to the empty corridor, "Your heart aches."

The young man's expression was two points colder than this empty night, Daiyu frowned and looked at him, then turned away: "What will happen to him?"

"I remember you should have read about it." Riddle walked down the stone steps quickly without any fluctuation in his voice.

"He's still so young..." The girl bit her lower lip: "Why are you willing to do this?"

"Don't you know me yet?" The young man sneered, then turned his head to look seriously at the soul still wandering on the stone steps: "Why don't I turn myself in? How about I go to Azkaban instead?"

"You..." Daiyu frowned, realizing that although the young man was smiling, his complexion became colder and colder. She didn't know how to answer, so she could only face him in silence.

Seeing the girl's hesitation, Riddle unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "At least you will still be reluctant to part with me."

But Daiyu didn't want to talk to him at all, this person is used to these glib words, it's fine if he is an ordinary person, but he was born with such a heart.It's fine if we don't see each other again... She silently looked at the ring on the young man's hand, that ring is indeed a fetish... Now that she can't even leave him, if his plan comes true, what will happen to her? Where are you?

The night wind was cold, and the sound of the rain fell slightly. The girl followed the boy silently, feeling that the road ahead was bleak, but she couldn't feel the slightest desire to cry.

It was rare for the young man to sleep soundly, until the wake-up bell rang twice before he moved away from his anxious eyes on the girl's back, and slowly got up from the bed.

Daiyu turned her back to him, and the two seemed to have returned to the previous state of cold war.She looked up at the shimmering lake, a little surprised why the sky of this island country was so clear at such difficult moments, as if mocking her for being at a loss all night.

"What are you thinking about?"

The young man's voice suddenly appeared in her ears, she turned her head and took two steps back in shock, unconsciously brushing his hand over the side of his neck where his breath was blowing just now.Originally feeling nothing, the girl bit her lower lip and did not answer.

Riddle was not annoyed either, and went to the classroom as usual, nothing seemed to happen.When the professor was giving a lecture on the stage, she turned her head to look at the students in her seat. Rosie's eyes drifted unconsciously to Riddle's side, while Angelik was yawning, but her eyes sometimes turned to Ravenk's. Looking over from Lao's seat, at the end of the classroom, Myrtle sat upright with a pale face, obviously not listening to a word.

Ian didn't show up.

But Riddle suddenly pushed a piece of paper towards her, on which were crooked Chinese characters written by him.Compared with his English, it's really not good-looking.

But it is not difficult to identify.

"It's so sad to blame slaves? It's half for pity and half for anger."

The girl only felt that her face was burning badly, her soul shouldn't have such a reaction, she wanted to snatch the paper and tear it off, but she could only watch as Riddle smiled complacently, and a quill pen shaking her head floated over , and made up a funny smiling face on the paper.

"You!" the girl turned her face away and said in a low voice, "You just laugh at me like this all day long, you are really wicked."

"I don't." Riddle's voice was soft, his lips didn't move at all, but the girl heard his voice clearly and continued: "You don't teach me, I can only learn by myself. Now I meet someone who doesn't understand , can't I ask you?"

"Ask your friends girls, I don't know about that."

"Are you sure?" The boy's final voice was raised half a degree, as if surprised that she would have such a reaction.

"Don't take this." Daiyu realized something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "You only know how to make fun of me."

"That's not true, it's just that no one but you can answer this question." The boy's voice was unhurried and more and more skillful teasing the soul in the game: "I just want to know who Chun is and how it affects you. That big."

"Anyway, it's just you." The girl gave him a light look, and said with a sneer, "I should have thought that I was waiting for me here, look at the beautiful scenery on this beautiful day..." She suddenly got stuck, and then changed her words Continued: "This world is vast, can you destroy it all?"

The boy didn't answer for a while, the professor had already announced the dismissal of the get out of class, the boy did not walk out of the classroom quickly, but seriously looked at the soul beside him.It's just that this moment of silence was quickly broken by the people surrounding him: "I heard that Nord is about to be expelled from school."

With a cold voice, Riddle turned his head, met Rosie's eyes, and said calmly, "Really? Who's the news?"

Rosie tilted her head slightly, and indicated Ravenclaw's direction: "I heard them say that Myrtle's boyfriend is about to drop out of school, and the only girl who could talk to Myrtle before also had an accident, and now Her boyfriend again, and they say there's something cursed about crazy Myrtle, and there's nothing good to happen to her."

"Really?" Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the classroom where most of the students dispersed, Myrtle's thin and small body looked particularly lonely. Her surroundings were empty, automatically forming a crowd vacuum zone. I don't know how many people believed it. She accepted the unreliable slander, but in fact no one was willing to approach her anymore.Only Humbe, who was still by the door, looked at the long-term abuser for a while, but after a while, Humbe caught Riddle's eyes fixed on Myrtle with unknown meaning, and he gouged out Myrtle with even more resentment. Turned around and ran out.

Then Myrtle raised her head, met Riddle's eyes in a daze, and shivered for a moment. She quickly swept the notes on the table as if waking up from a dream, and turned her head to rush out.

"She looked terrified of us."

Rosie murmured.

"It looks like this." Riddle said softly, "You don't like this?"

Rosie shook her head: "I don't know, I think this is very strange, Nord really..."

"That's something that should be judged by the professors," Riddle interrupted Rosie with a smile and no doubt: "Isn't it normal for her to be afraid of us? The crowd naturally fears and desires power, but because most people They can only slander power, hate power, and even attribute their misfortunes caused by cowardice to power. Only a few people can hold these in their hands. This is the pursuit of most Slytherins, isn't it? "

Rosie didn't answer, and Riddle didn't intend to continue talking.He stood up and walked out of the classroom quickly, but Rosie called out again when he was about to finish.

"Anything else?"

The girl's hand hidden under the school uniform was tightly clenched into a fist, and she asked doubtfully, "Is that what you pursued too? Before that..."

Riddle tilted his head slightly, and said with a light smile, "Isn't it me you saw before? Believe what you see."

"But..." Rosie wanted to say something more, but the black-haired boy had already walked out of the classroom.Riddle seemed to have returned to his previous rushing appearance, but Rosie felt that something was completely different from before.

So what she did...was it worth it?

Riddle didn't have time to pay attention to the girl's small thoughts, he took a quick turn around the school, and finally caught the lonely Myrtle on the steps under the tower.

Myrtle's condition didn't look very good. She was squatting on the ground alone, with water dripping from her pale cheeks, most of her forehead hair was wet, her eyelashes were clumped together with tears, and her eyes were red and swollen. She looked a bit like she was on an autopsy table. A struggling toad.

Riddle looked up at the end of the corridor, and the hem of the instigator's clothes quickly flashed into the corner.He raised the corner of his mouth in a good mood, and then forced it down again, trying to make his voice sound gentle and harmless: "Excuse me... are you okay?"

As he spoke, he handed over a handkerchief.

Myrtle obviously didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to talk to her now, she stared blankly at the white handkerchief handed to her eyes, only thought that the boy's hands looked too slender, her expression of gratitude hadn't fully bloomed yet, she saw this The master of the hand.

With pure black hair, black pupils, and handsome eyebrows, it can be said that no one in the whole school can find a better-looking face than him, but to Myrtle, this face is no less than a hellish evil spirit.

"what!"

The girl screamed as expected, and when she hurriedly got up and wanted to leave, she felt a strong force on her wrist, almost breaking her joints.

It's just that at the moment of crying out in pain, Riddle let go of her hand like a burn, and said guiltily: "Sorry... I'm a little anxious."

But Myrtle didn't listen to the boy's explanation, she turned her head and ran away.

The boy stood there for a long time as if lost, until he could no longer see Myrtle, then turned around and threw the handkerchief aside, and strode away.

"...It's a good way to borrow a knife to kill someone."

The girl's voice was soft, but it was extremely cold, Riddle turned around in doubt and said, "What did I do?"

"You don't have anything." Daiyu turned her gaze back: "Have you read "The Crowing of Chickens?"

"what is that?"

"Peaches grow in the open well, and plum trees grow next to peaches. Insects come to eat the roots of peaches, and plum trees replace peaches with stiffness."

"What do you mean?" The boy looked gloomy, avoiding the girl's probing eyes.

"I thought you really knew everything." The girl smiled miserably, "It's nothing, it's just that I saw such a peach tree full of beetles, and there is no grass growing in a hundred miles."

The person hiding in the corner finally came out, carefully picked up the handkerchief that had fallen on the ground, folded it up and put it in his arms.