Vodai Ecstasy

16

One night in a hurry.It wasn't until the morning light broke through the dark and thick clouds, bypassed the rough stone wall, squeezed into the rose window, pierced through the thick weft hanging on the bed, and then fell gently on the sleeping oriental girl, did Riddle start from Woke up in a daze.Fine dust floated in the golden warm light, engulfing the warmth he was not used to, the larks were singing outside the window, the air was filled with the bitter taste of the soup, the girl's skin was dazzlingly white under the sun's rays, but her earlobes were bright. Hong, an insignificant whine broke the nearly stagnant time and space, the young man blinked his sour eyes, and hastily tightened his hand half a minute.

"you're awake?"

The girl's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was trying to wake up from the dream, Riddle leaned closer nervously, her usual steady breathing gradually became anxious, but there was a gully between Daiyu's usually frowning brows, After struggling for a moment, he flattened the space between his brows and fell back into the long dream again.

The boy's eyes widened, but he couldn't wait for the scene he wanted to see, but the footsteps of the pharmacist came from behind him.

"She hasn't woken up yet?"

Mrs. Gray yawned unconsciously. She covered her mouth with her hand, and weighed it on the medicine cabinet for a moment before opening her mouth casually.

"Not yet, ma'am."

The boy quickly straightened up, turned his head and said, "Is this related to what you said last night?"

"Merlin knows." Mrs. Gray looked enviously at the young boy who was still in good spirits, and calmly took a bottle of refreshing potion from the medicine cabinet, then waved the boy to one side, and bent over to check on the girl status.

Probably because this body is too special, the Potion Master frowned unconsciously, and Riddle couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"It hasn't changed much from last night, maybe we need to wait a little longer." Mrs. Gray waved her hands and pushed Riddle out of the infirmary without any refusal: "Go back and study well, the rest is for the professor their business."

The boy turned around and wanted to say something more, when the door of the infirmary closed in front of his nose with a bang.

Mrs. Gray turned around, just in time to meet the girl's clear eyes, like spring lake water, lingering with new willows, except for the sleepiness when she first woke up.The pharmacist raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the closed door, and was about to say something when she realized that the patient she was pretending to sleep had closed her eyes tightly again, not knowing what she was rejecting with silence.

Outside the door, the unknowing boy even touched his nose a little bit aggrieved, and turned away from the infirmary.

The excitement of last night did not seem to have affected the campus this morning. Students in twos and threes were sober or drowsy as they ran through the corners of the castle with their books in their hands. There was no difference in the morning, except that the portraits on the wall who had just woken up seemed to have left their original positions, gathering in twos and threes and discussing something.

Riddle raised his eyebrows, turned his head and smiled at a portrait on the wall, and said, "Good morning, Sir Carlson."

In the portrait, the bearded lord who was closing his eyes with displeasure opened his eyes impatiently, and muttered, "Good morning, who is so rude to disturb a lord's sleep?"

The young man made up his salute unhurriedly, and seeing that the bearded man's complexion softened, he said softly: "Excuse me, but I'm really curious, the other portraits seem to be very excited, why are you unwilling to condescend? To participate in their topics? Is it because the things they discuss are not worthy of your eyes?"

"Since you can ask this question, why don't I tell you the answer? Of course, their topic is too boring." Garson rolled his eyes ruthlessly, but unfortunately, his overly thick eyebrows covered his wonderful expression.After being reserved, he realized that the boy in front of him didn't seem to want to leave, so he coughed twice as if impatient, and quietly looked at the portraits around him, but unfortunately the boy's inquiry still failed to bring him more attention , Fang opened his mouth and said in disgust: "It's just that you young people are ignorant, and you are only interested in these trivial things. Come on, then I will tell you, so as to save you from asking around and embarrassing yourself."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have changed into a different person, and rushed very close to the frame of the picture, and whispered: "That ghost has a strange spell on him, and we don't think he is the real person."

"This?" The boy frowned. It wasn't the real person...could it be another shadow?

"It's just a new bluffing ghost, and it's worthy of their heated discussions. I really haven't seen the world." But the portrait waved his hand again in an instant, cutting off Riddle's desire to continue asking. Turning his eyes, he asked about new gossip: "Yesterday, Slytherin's female prefect, Petrified, you guarded her in the infirmary all night? Why did I hear other students say that you were talking to Ravenk two days ago? Another girl from Lao showed her love, yesterday she made half of the academy go on their knees, everyone was looking for her, but she fell asleep in the girls' bathroom..."

Just as Riddle was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. He paused for a moment, then turned shy and said: "Please don't say these things casually, Myrtle... is she... okay?"

"You really like that silly girl in Ravenclaw more? Merlin's stinky socks! I said that young people like these days are unusual, I bet right!"

"Sir!" The young man hastily interrupted the wild laughter of the portrait, looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "You won't tell others, right? This is a little secret between us."

The bearded man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but quickly said indifferently: "No problem, anyway, those fools will never believe what I say, even if what I say is the truth."

"Thank you." The boy lowered his head and hurriedly escaped from this shy place, but the flushed spring light on his face did not survive the second turn. The boy with a spring heart is not like himself.The boy looked down at Humbey's figure hiding behind the pillar on the marble floor. Humbey's patience with the imaginary rival was beyond his expectation, but Riddle believed that the step he expected was very close.The strange focus of the portrait helped him unintentionally. It will take some time for the mandrake to mature, and maybe there is still room for rebirth. If it weren't for the damn Dumbledore, he didn't want to expose Daiyu's existence at all...

...Dumbledore.

The boy's good-looking brows frowned unconsciously. Dumbledore didn't seem to believe his excuses, but it didn't matter. The annoying professor didn't have any substantive evidence. As long as Rosie's mouth was controlled, even if it was Dumbledore couldn't do anything to himself rashly.

It's just that he didn't understand that Dumbledore asked himself a lot of strange questions before leaving.The professor who just came back from Paris didn't seem to have half the pleasure of repelling the Dark Lord, and even became an out-and-out gossip player.

"Tom, I hope you can tell me sincerely," the red-bearded professor said solemnly, "What do you think of Ms. Lin in your heart? Your teaching assistant? A ghost full of mysteries? Or a friend?"

"Of course they are friends."

The top student answered without hesitation: "What do you want to know, sir?"

Noticing that the professor's eyes turned to Rosie's bed, the usually alert boy immediately added: "I'm sorry for the accident tonight, but Rosie is also my friend."

"Also? Same as Miss Lin?"

"……certainly."

The memory came to an abrupt end, the boy raised his eyes, and quickly stepped on the reflection of his admirer.

After the boy's figure had completely disappeared in the corridor, Hun Bei slowly walked out from behind the pillar.She was sure that she didn't mishear a single word. Riddle obviously stayed in the infirmary all night. Just when she was about to think that the person Riddle liked was Rosie, the boy personally stuck a knife in her heart. .

Why Myrtle?

That four-eyed myrtle who isn't pretty or good, just screams and runs away when she sees Riddle?

Why?

As a public lover, it's not that Riddle has never been fantasized by other female students, but in the past few years, no girl around Riddle has really been able to get close, not for Ravenclaw, not for Slytherin.

But now Riddle would actually take the initiative to pursue Myrtle?Nord's girlfriend?Thinking of how many times Nord stepped forward to help Myrtle, she felt itchy in her back molars.Obviously she didn't do anything, Myrtle herself was suffering from paranoia, why did Nord always protect his little girlfriend behind him with such hostile eyes?

In all fairness, Nord is not bad looking, and if it weren't for Riddle, he should have gained the same popularity in the academy, but now they are both obsessed with Myrtle, Merlin's stinky socks!Are all these wizards with hallucinogens in their eyes now?

That's just a Mudblood.

But she is different, she is a pure wizard family, she knew from a young age that she would definitely enter Hogwarts, she is the jewel in the palm of the family, the beautiful sister of her brother, the excellent daughter of her parents, she thought it would always be like this .

But at the most lively sorting ceremony, there was a timid little girl sitting beside her, wearing big round glasses, Merlin knew that she had never seen such a strange thing, so she asked curiously: " Why do you look like you have four eyes, are you human?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl burst into tears after being stunned for a moment. No matter how much she tried to persuade her, she couldn't persuade her. The crying interrupted the principal's speech directly, causing the prefect and the professor to give her a stern warning.

She was wronged.

Her long-awaited sorting ceremony was thus wasted in Myrtle's deafening cries and the prefect's reprimand.

Why?

Why is there a myrtle in her life?

Obviously no one would want to be friends with such a neurotic mudblood, why did the group of Slytherin boys fall for her one after another?It's not enough to run into the forest and hurt Nord. She didn't go back to the lounge in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom to cry. Is she a fool?Must all the teachers and students in the school accompany her to toss together?

Anger was constantly burning the girl's reason, but Merlin didn't seem to intend to let her go. The object of her anger suddenly ran across the corridor and hit her hard.

"Merlin's stinky socks!" Hong Bei covered his painful shoulder, almost tearing up.Myrtle evidently paid the price for her haste, for she staggered and fell to the ground, and her spectacles fell to one side, and the poor glass cracked as it should.

Why is she running around when she doesn't go to class?Hombe looked up at the direction Myrtle was running towards, and saw Riddle lowering his eyes in disappointment, and turned to leave again.

She's hiding from Riddle?

Realizing this, Humbey raised his wand angrily, and Myrtle's pitiful glasses turned into a screaming mouse, and sprinted down the corridor.

The noise behind him was mixed with the girls' screams and screams. Riddle didn't look back, but drew a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.