Vodai Ecstasy

19

The boy stayed in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, and he almost completely merged with the shadow behind the potion room door.Her pitch-black hair, pure black pupils, and even her usually pale face seemed to have been rubbed in the darkness, without showing the slightest warmth that belonged to a living person.

The sound of scales rubbing against the ground broke the near-death silence, and the long snake gracefully spit out a snake letter: "The boy you are waiting for is coming."

Riddle's gaze was still deep, as if this news was not enough to pull him away from his long thoughts.

"I just saw something interesting..." There seemed to be a little smile in the python's words, she twisted her body, just like the ancestors who seduced Eve did, whispered: "The one you care about The boy...he seems to be trying to summon his former lover back."

"spiritualism?"

The boy finally spoke: "Where is it?"

"What do you think?" Nagini didn't answer any more, she sneaked back into the shadows again: "The unpalatable food is back."

Riddle also noticed this. Even if he deliberately lightened his movements, the sound of the other party crawling in the passage was still obvious in the silent night. The boy was silent, and when the slightly majestic body crawled past, it was like a shadow. He followed sideways through the crack of the door.

Hagrid didn't realize that bad luck had quietly followed his footsteps. He pushed open the door of the storage room as usual, and then opened the box: "Come here... my good friend, come here, come into the box..."

Just as Aragog climbed into the box, Doom jumped out from behind the boy's slightly bloated body.

"Good evening, Ruburt."

Hagrid was taken aback. This voice was not unfamiliar, and it was even one of the important people on the list of dangers he always tried to avoid in his night activities.He hurriedly turned around and stood in front of the box, nervously said, "What are you doing here, Riddle?"

Riddle glanced at the box behind him, and took a step forward regretfully: "It's over, Ruburt."

The black-haired boy tried to use his most sincere expression and said: "I have to report you. If the attacks can't be stopped, they will close the school."

"What do you mean?"

Even though it was obscured by the messy hair, Hagrid still stared wide-eyed. Riddle seemed to be telling himself that he already knew what he was raising... But what Aragog and Riddle said The attacks are unrelated.

"I know you don't want to kill anyone, but monsters are not good things, I think you probably just want them to come out and move..."

"It never hurt anyone." Hagrid stood firmly between the box and Riddle, even though he noticed that Riddle had drawn his wand, and Aragog in the box was banging on the side of the box anxiously. Feel the burning anxiety in the air.

"Get out of the way, Ruburt." Riddle said coldly, "The dead girl's parents are coming tomorrow, at least Hogwarts should kill what killed their daughter..."

"Not it!"

The flaming light from the wand illuminated the entire corridor, Hagrid was knocked away by a huge force, the box also opened in response, and a monster with multiple legs and multiple eyes ran out.

Riddle raised his wand again, but at the moment when the monster rushed towards him, he paused indiscernibly. The monster's survival instinct made it keenly grasp a way out in such a desperate situation.Aragog knocked over the boy blocking the road vigorously, and the boy's wand fell in response, and the tip of the wand flashed, and it was unknown what spell was cast.Riddle bent down and tried to fumble for the wand he had dropped in the dark, but Hagrid, who had just been bounced off, quickly jumped back on him, grabbed Riddle's wand and threw it to the other side of the corridor: "No !"

Hagrid's yell undoubtedly had a better deterrent effect in the deep night, but after a while Riddle heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Riddle still kept struggling. Undoubtedly, his little strength of a normal human being could not resist a nearly mad Hagrid. He soon gave up struggling and only made a slight resistance. Even so, his wrist There are still obvious bruises on the body.

The burden on his body was quickly bounced off, and the junior boy was immediately magically forced to another corner.Riddle stood up from the ground, surrounded by a lot of janitors and students who were watching the night, he quickly swept around, annoyed at Slughorn who was forced to wake up from his sleep: "I'm sorry , sir, I failed to catch that monster."

There were only a few dimly lit candles in the morgue, and the guard had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.Even though there was already a lot of commotion in the campus, the boy in the black cloak carefully drew the final magic circle with his wand.The girl's body was still covered with a white cloth, and the burnt woman in the portrait watched everything in front of her in silence.

"What more do you need?"

Nord wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the soul in the portrait.

"time."

The ghost gave an answer that he wasn't happy to hear but couldn't refuse. The boy sat down on a chair beside him, staring blankly at the white cloth without ups and downs. Halfway back again.

Nord stared blankly, unable to refuse to recall the appearance of Shell after falling from the building.Dark red blood continuously flowed from under the tower, at first it was just a trickle, and then it surged like a flood, rushing from the tower all the way to him.He couldn't move in the boundless blood, he opened his mouth wide to shout, but found that Shell had stood up from the blood.His face was pale, and he stared blankly, as if he wanted to say something, but Xie Er's disheveled hair made him unable to see the other person's mouth shape clearly. He wanted to shout, but suddenly realized that the girl in front of him had changed. In the form of a myrtle...

myrtle.

Nord suddenly woke up from a light sleep, the candle was still dim, he shook his drowsy head, and realized that there was a pearly white soul standing in front of him.

Dazed, cold, and watery eyes stared blankly at him.

"...Myrtle."

"Why are you in the girls' bathroom?"

Myrtle looked around suspiciously: "Why did it get dark all of a sudden?"

The newborn ghost in front of him seemed unable to understand the fact that he was dead, and still habitually complained to him: "That guy Hong Bei is really sick, and she laughed at me again, why can't she let me go..."

"... Myrtle, listen to me." Nord had to interrupt the phantom's burst of tears, he took a breath of cold air, cleaned up the remnants of the magic circle, and then made up his mind: "Don't you remember? ?You are already dead."

"what?"

The ghost's reaction seemed to confirm the conjecture Nord didn't want the most. Myrtle looked at him blankly, then looked back at herself, and then realized that they were not the only ones in the room, not just the sleepy janitor. There is also a familiar body lying under a white cloth.

Even though he had vaguely touched the corner of the answer, Nord didn't want to give up. He didn't give each other too much time to buffer, insisting: "You are dead, but you should be able to tell me who killed you. what is going on?"

Myrtle moved with difficulty. She thought it would be very difficult, but in fact, she found that her body had never been so light, as if she was flying, and even a broomstick could not give her the current lightness. ...can fly.

Nord was naturally aware of her gaze, and his hand had already grabbed the corner of the white cloth, ready to reveal this cruel reality at any time.

"No!"

Myrtle's shrill cry successfully stopped the boy's movements. She shook her head viciously, with such force that she seemed to shake her own head off, but her eyes remained glued to the boy's pale knuckles:

"No... I don't believe it, it's a fake... You're a liar, you're as much a liar as Hombe, scoundrel!"

After finishing speaking, the frenzied ghost quickly spun twice in the air, passed through the boy's body and rushed out of the house.

Nord felt that his heart was almost frozen at that moment. He withdrew his hand tremblingly, staggered and fell to the ground, his heart was beating terribly, and there were only endless beeps in his ears. He realized once again how stupid he was. Scary, Sophia's warning came true.

Myrtle knows nothing of her own death.

And what he originally wanted to say, he couldn't say it when facing her as a ghost.

He's terribly stupid, Muggles don't see ghosts, Myrtle doesn't belong in this world, she's a rootless ghost in the wizarding world, she's a dead life in the Muggle world, there's no part of this world anymore her position.

Now she can still find a place for herself in his memory, but after his death, she will be completely forgotten by this world.

He is not a savior, he is ignorance and disaster.

He finally remembered the first time he saw that oriental ghost. It was so beautiful that he almost forgot the fatal alienation under that beauty, which was the loneliness that had wandered for the whole century.

He was attracted by this loneliness, and now he gave this loneliness to a soul who could have left in peace.

"I don't believe it..." The pearly white ghost floated back with tears in her eyes, she begged with a glint of hope in her wide eyes, "Ian, since you are here, you can save me, right? You came to help me, right?"

Nord opened his mouth, he understood what the girl was longing for to be saved, he turned his head to look at the portrait of the ancestor, Sophia sneered, and disappeared from the canvas.

Anyone who disturbs the eternal sleep of others will pay the price.

Nord couldn't say anything after all.

The hope in the ghost's eyes burned out with the gradually dimming candle, she raised her head, trying to hold back the tears, but the tears still flowed down uncontrollably, continuously.How funny, Myrtle thought, like Miss Lin, she was crying, and no one was willing to give her a hug when she was crying.

"I can't leave here anymore..." Myrtle turned around in a circle, looking at her own torso that could even transform at will.

Nord swallowed, trying to swallow the soreness in his throat.He knew better, that Muggles cannot see ghosts, and after Myrtle's parents arrive, the girl in front of her will face a more cruel parting.When loved ones gradually leave, the colors of the world are meaningless to ghosts. They are pale and pure, holding on to irreversible obsessions and embracing eternal desolation.

Myrtle seemed to have given up controlling her tears, and she suddenly laughed against the tears all over her face: "It's also very good, no one will try to drive me out of the magical world this time."

She swayed from side to side as if dancing for a while, and finally stopped in Nord's silence: "Ian Nord, your heart is so cold."

Nord frowned and raised his head, meeting Myrtle's increasingly icy breath.The girl licked her lower lip and continued, "Are you doing this just to know who killed me?" Myrtle turned her head and tried to use her hands to pull the white cloth covering her body, but she failed, she couldn't hit any object.

Nord followed her gaze and reached out to grab a corner of the shroud.

"No, forget it, I don't want to watch it." Myrtle stepped back two feet and shook her head, "...yellow eyes."

"What?" The boy finally opened his mouth, and his suppressed voice seemed to have calmed down a lot of turbulent emotions.

Myrtle turned her head to look at the boy she had fallen in love with, the usual gentleness, the current indifference, the unexpected paranoia... Which side is he?She laughed mockingly, and turned around immediately: "I only see a pair of yellow eyes, and the rest... don't know anything."

"Don't..." Nord's brows frowned more and more tightly. He seemed to be frozen in place. He could only stare wide-eyed as Myrtle's transparent body half-passed through the stone gate, and his heart ached. , Myrtle's light words were like cold blades across his heart, and the blood kept gushing out. He clearly looked at Myrtle, but he felt that Xie Er seemed to have climbed up from the pool of blood again. Grinning a pale and indifferent smile.

Myrtle turned her head in the air, her shoulders were still not in the stone wall, and the tears on her face dripped onto the cold ground as if they would never run out.

Nord has seen the girl in front of him cry countless times, but never once like this. He wanted to wipe away her tears and tell her not to cry, but when he tried to take a step forward, it was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

Yes, he could no longer wipe away her tears.

Myrtle is a ghost.

"Ian, I liked you," Myrtle suddenly laughed, "The kind that doesn't need a love potion."

Nord pursed his lower lip, not knowing how to answer, but the ghost in front of him turned cold for a moment: "It was just once." She stretched out her finger and pointed to her heart, but Nord could clearly see the ghost behind the ghost. Rough castle masonry.The ghost's voice was so light that it seemed to be drifting away in the evening wind: "Look, it's already cold here, like ice."

After speaking, the girl ghost turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the castle.