Vodai Ecstasy

18

Riddle's anger didn't last much longer.

The boy clenched his fists and walked through the corridor, but fell into the noisy voices.He couldn't stop listening. Fear and uneasiness seemed to really spread in the castle along with the footsteps of the god of death. Even if the professors tried their best to drive them away, the rumors still ran wildly in the silent corridor like a fire in the wilderness, accompanied by the bloody setting sun.

"Riddle?"

The professor's shout interrupted the young man's inquiry, Riddle raised his head in doubt to respond, Slughorn told him to go to the principal's office, without further explanation, the professor who always loved him calmly whispered in the corridor All the students drove back to the lounge.

why?

Too many things have happened recently, and the teenager cannot accurately judge the purpose of Dippet looking for him.Daiyu?Myrtle?Rosie or Nord?The boy frowned, no matter which one, it became a lot of trouble after Dumbledore came back.Riddle recalled the lie he once spun in his heart, and then he knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in."

The weak voice of the old wizard came from inside the door.

Riddle pushed open the door, took off the peaked hat on his head and held it in his hands, calmly wiped off the thin sweat on his palms.

"You want to see me? Headmaster Dippet?"

"Sit down." Dippet put his hand on the letter he had just put down, and tried his best to make himself kind: "I just finished reading the letter you gave me."

The young man sat down obediently, still wringing his hands, but the big stone in his heart fell silently.

Fortunately, it is not a troublesome thing.

"My dear boy, I can't keep you at school for the summer, I think you'd rather go home for the holidays, wouldn't you?"

……how is this possible?

Riddle snorted coldly in his heart, but still answered Dippet's question gracefully, until the old professor mentioned that there would be some special arrangements for him.

"Are you referring to the recent attack, sir?"

Dippet looked at him seriously and nodded: "You are right, you must be able to see what a stupid idea it is to let you stay in school after the semester ends, especially the recent tragedies..." The old man The professor paused for a moment, but the top students didn't look any more surprised. The students' news network is indeed more informed than the professors thought. Dippet sighed and said frankly: "There are too many things happening in the school... With that girl gone, you'll be safer, at least in the orphanage. In fact, the Magical Council is already talking about closing the school..."

Riddle unconsciously said, "What about the professors?"

Dippet looked at him slightly confused: "Professors naturally have their own places to go."

As if realizing that he had asked a stupid question, Riddle paused, but still couldn't hold back: "What about Miss Lin? She doesn't have a home."

"Oh, she...you don't need to worry about these things, my dear child." Dippet finally remembered that there was still No. [-] person lying in the infirmary, and they had indeed spent a lot of energy on such a ghost , but undoubtedly only as an input for academic research.Since Dumbledore and Slughorn conjectured that Daiyu seemed to be a harmless outsider, he almost forgot about this not-fatal accident in the face of a bigger crisis, it was just an academic topic, that The girl doesn't seem to know magic, even if she is not a Muggle, she is only a squib: "We will investigate clearly, but we cannot accept that there is a greater danger lurking in the school, we must ensure your safety..."

"Sir, what if that monster is caught?" Riddle eagerly heard the overtones: "If this is over..."

"What do you mean?" Dippet suddenly stood up from the chair: "You mean, you know who did all this?"

"No, sir." Riddle said softly, "I have already told the professors everything I know."

Dippet sat back on the chair in disappointment, but couldn't help but look up at the tall boy in front of him.Riddle is undoubtedly the figure standing at the center of the storm, but every incident seems to be just trouble caused by him being too enthusiastic or too attractive... Maybe Dumbledore's suspicion is not unreasonable, but the jealousy of the teenagers Love and admiration are not something old men like them can fully understand. He was young, so he can understand this to some extent.When will such an excellent character not be the center of the storm?Thinking of this, the old professor waved his hand slightly disappointed: "You can go, Riddle."

Riddle got up from the chair and walked out of the room a little stiffly.He can be sure that he was too impatient just now, almost... What a stupid move, all because... the young man's expression was gloomy, he walked down the spiral staircase quietly, and immediately realized that the next step was to lead to the medical department The road to the room... He stopped in his tracks.

Damn it, why did it start to be involuntary again?

But there was heavy footsteps on the steps again, and the top students looked back suspiciously. The janitors in black robes were silently carrying a stretcher covered in white cloth and walking downstairs.Riddle sideways avoided, his eyes fixed on the pale arm exposed under the white cloth, that arm had completely lost the color of a living person, and was shaking slightly stiffly with the movement of the pallbearer.

"Riddle?"

The boy turned his head, and the auburn-haired Dumbledore was standing on the steps against the light, and Riddle couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Why are you still wandering around so late?"

Riddle obediently took two steps forward: "I went to see the principal, sir."

"It's best not to wander around these two days." Dumbledore looked away, as if he had other worries.

Riddle lowered his head and planned to go around him, but Dumbledore stopped him again: "The road just now...is not the direction to the lounge."

"No, Professor." The young man said calmly, "I want to...see if the rumors are true. Are they really planning to close the school? But I have nowhere to go except Hogwarts, and they can't do that."

"I can understand, Tom, but I'm afraid Headmaster Dippett has no choice in the matter unless..."

"Unless that monster is caught?"

Dumbledore frowned, but Riddle lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Tom?"

The top student swallowed his saliva and said sincerely, "No, sir."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then compromised: "Okay, go back to sleep."

"Good night, Professor."

Riddle walked quickly around him.

Thanks to the stricter school rules, there was no one in the corridor at night, and the boy secretly clenched his wand tightly.There must be an end to this matter, and an end as soon as possible.

The boy turned another corner in the corridor and walked towards the potion teaching room.

"I want to stay."

At the other end of the castle, another boy who violated the school rules was sitting cross-legged on the ground and whispered to a portrait: "Do you know the method?"

"I don't understand your persistence." The old man in the portrait is slumped on the chair in a not-so-elegant posture. If you observe carefully, there are many small objects that don't exist in this painting. The booty that was exploited in other scrolls: "This is not the choice you said before."

"It's not for Miss Lin this time."

"So what for others?" Mild glanced sideways at his useless junior, and said indifferently: "Don't pretend that I don't know anything, the ghost of this castle knows more than you think... That girl has died."

"But she can't just die like that!"

It was rare for Nord to bring his own temper while speaking, he clenched his fists and said: "I know you have a way, right? This matter can't just pass like this."

"That's just a Mudblood." The portrait had already turned away, obviously not wanting to talk to the little boy anymore.

"But she was a murdered witch."

"That's something the Ministry of Magic should look into."

"You should know better than I what the officials of the Ministry of Magic do. They don't care about Muggle-born wizards."

"Then you should work hard to become the Minister of Magic to solve the problem..."

"Grandma Sophia!"

The boy let out a low cry unbearably, and as he shouted, the portrait with his back to the boy began to change strangely.The old man in the portrait was silent for a moment, and the darkness spread across the canvas like a vortex, but after a while, the person in the painting changed his appearance, to be precise, it was a different person.

Half of the witch's face in the blue robe was melted and distorted by the burn, and she could guess how fatally wounded the magical accident had caused her. She opened her eyes with an unhappy expression, and looked at the worried child in front of her: "In the end what you want?"

"I want the ghost of Myrtle back, she can't just die like this."

There was a cold smile on the corner of the witch's mouth, her whole face looked gorgeous and weird: "It's only dark wizards who disturb the departed undead."

Nord took a deep breath and insisted: "But you have done the same."

"Did I succeed?" The smile on Sophia's strange face became brighter and brighter: "Didn't you already see it? Mild doesn't exist, he died and left, this painting is just an illusion , he doesn’t exist at all, only I’m still stuck here. After all, why should I help his descendants? I don’t mind fanning the flames if you do something self-destructive.”

Nord was silent for a while. He couldn't make an arbitral judgment on the grievances that had disappeared, but he still insisted: "You know that what you said is not the whole truth, and your magic is not a failure."

"Oh?" Sophia asked curiously, "What are you guessing about again? The Maid you have seen all these years is just a dummy made by me with my memories. So my magic is so successful? You still don't know how to do magic?" Do you believe that Mild is a real person? Since his death, I have watched him drink and fight every day, and become a drunk ass. He is not what you see in the portrait. Speaking of it, I really beautify him too much, human memory What an interesting existence, isn't it? It can always beautify all kinds of things, even if those people and things themselves are extremely ugly..."

"But you still use the surname Nord." The boy retorted firmly: "I checked the magic residue on your portrait. Since Miss Lin was ejected from the painting by you, I don't really know nothing about it."

Looking at the silent portrait, Nord continued: "You didn't trap Father Maid, not because you couldn't do it, but because you gave up. Your performance will not be discovered for so many years, because □□Father's ghost is the memory he took out by himself, he wanted to keep it, but you refused him."

"Your guess is really absurd and stupid. Why would I do such a boring thing?" The witch turned her eyes away: "The days of the dead are not so interesting."

The boy quietly looked at the woman's stubbornness, and insisted: "Because you are still in love, mother, can you tell me the specific method? I have to do this, and I still have something to say to Myrtle. "

The dim light on the castle wall shrank slightly in the darkness, and the night wind gently blew over the ivy, making a rustling sound.

The night was deeper.