[HP] Immortality

Qing Yao suddenly looked back following Malfoy's words, and standing more than 20 feet away was the person she was looking for and a few of his friends. tight.

Riddle's gaze swept over her and then disappeared the biting coldness in his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Malfoy, I hope you didn't do something disrespectful to...Miss Qing to Slytherin Points deducted."

But Malfoy sneered disdainfully, and then took two steps forward to deliberately stand in front of her, "Yes, our respected prefect must pay more attention to the increase of Slytherin's score. As for whether I have done something rude, Why don't you just ask Miss Qing directly, so that you can understand that you are meddling in your own business."

Qing Yao, who was named, took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, then stepped out from behind Malfoy, and everyone's eyes immediately surrounded her, which made her quite uncomfortable, especially the one from him. .

Qingyao explained without the slightest hesitation, "Mr. Malfoy didn't bully me, he just asked me some questions. Mr. Riddle doesn't have to be so aggressive. I still have some things to stop."

After saying that, she quickly walked towards the opposite direction of the entrance to the Slytherin lounge as if fleeing, but she was caught by the wrist when she passed by Riddle and his party.

Riddle only gave one look, and Dolokhov and the others immediately understood. He and several others forcibly dragged Malfoy into the lounge a few feet away, leaving only the two of them in this slightly bleak corridor. superior.

She wanted to pull back her hand, but she didn't use any force and just recited a mantra silently, but the person or thing she hit would feel a burning sensation. If she didn't stay away from the caster in time, it would only take half a cup of tea to turn into real fire. Burning, and it is still the real fire of Samadhi.

But after this little spell went on, the hand that was holding her didn't let go at all, and she immediately looked sideways and frowned at him, "Why don't you let go, don't you feel the pain?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, he hooked his lips and smiled softly, and then held her hand, as if he didn't care about the pain in his hand at all, "As long as it makes Yao happy, how can I punish me?" I can bear it, whatever Yao wants to ask, I will answer truthfully."

She was silent for a few seconds and saw that she was sweating thinly on her forehead because of the pain, but she still maintained a smile and didn't care, she immediately softened her heart, and hurriedly pinched another spell to stop the impending happening in time everything.

She lowered her head and carefully covered his hand and asked with concern, "I have solved the spell, but it still hurts? It's all my fault, I have to use this method..."

After the spell stopped, the burning feeling disappeared. Even though his hand looked unharmed, he felt as if he had been really burned at the moment. Her little hand was soft and a little cold, covering it After that, it slowed down a little.

"I'm fine, I can't blame you, it's just that what Yao used is much more powerful than the magic spell." Riddle asked about the spell calmly, he didn't care about the pain at all, but It was the power she wielded that interested him.

But what she got in exchange was her sullen expression, "For ordinary people, this is not just an ordinary burn, and it cannot be completely cured without medicine. You still don't care about it, you are really angry at me!"

But as she spoke, she wanted to pull him along, "Follow me, I'll give you medicine."

Knowing that she cared about him, Riddle stopped talking and just quietly followed her footsteps, and his hands were indeed as she said, and the pain along the way never eased.

After entering her dormitory, she immediately found the hidden Qiankun bag from the big wardrobe and rummaged through to find a white porcelain pot that was only a quarter the size of the palm of her hand, and then quickly came to him.

"Stretch out your hand, put on this white jade Xizhi ointment to heal completely." After explaining, she couldn't help but open the porcelain jar, raised her hand to dip some milky white viscous liquid, and then smeared it on the back of his hand.

This ointment is indeed very effective, it is absorbed immediately after applying it, and the pain in her hands gradually subsided. Staring at her serious appearance, there seemed to be very shallow ripples in her cold heart, but it was only for a moment. Once again, a pool of stagnant water was restored.

After waiting for a while, the time for applying the medicine was over. Qing Yao re-covered the small porcelain jar and asked, "How do you feel? If it still hurts, please tell me. This time, I am sorry for you and caused you to suffer. I'm sorry, but this ointment will be given to you, it is the most effective for most skin injuries."

Riddle glanced at the porcelain jar she handed over and reached out to wrap her little hand instead of taking it, his obsidian eyes were full of tenderness like water, "Don't send me away, it's better to wait for the day when I get hurt later, Yao Would you like to give me medicine again like today? Only in this way, Yao is willing to take the initiative to get close to me, isn't it."

She was stared at by him and added these words, her little face turned red, she lowered her eyes a little shyly and at the same time tried to withdraw her hand, but to no avail, she had to stay like this for now, "You, you are talking nonsense What, you should think about being careful not to get hurt next time, and it has nothing to do with me..."

Her shy and lovely appearance coupled with this soft voice can accurately snipe into the heart of any man. His eyes darkened, and he said in a warm voice, "Didn't Yao say that he doesn't like me? Then, I must Just try to get close to Yao, just like... now, otherwise I will have no chance."

She was slightly stunned, chewing his words carefully in her mind, and then looked at him again after a few seconds, and forced a smile with some disbelief, "Don't make fun of me, Mr. Malfoy told me Now, do you like a girl from Ravenclaw's fourth year? I heard it's the daughter of the Minister of Magic, I must have met her in class, but I don't know her name."

Riddle stared at her obviously forced smile, paused for a moment and answered, "...Her name is Edith Moon." At the same time, he let go of her hand.

Leaving the warm touch, she could only withdraw her hand quickly, then thought for a moment and said, "I remember this girl, the first in the fourth grade, and the professors next to her often mentioned her. She is as beautiful as she is, but she is always alone. One of them doesn't seem to fit in well, two days ago I heard Anna talk about a Gryffindor who confessed to a Gryffindor but failed, that girl is really popular, you have to hurry up, Riddle."

Although she was still smiling, in fact she was so uncomfortable that she almost couldn't maintain her expression. The bitterness and bitterness were all in her heart, making her almost out of breath.

She suddenly got up and issued an order to evict the guest, "I should continue to practice, please go out first, Riddle, see you tonight."

But he didn't intend to leave, she knew that she was about to lose her temper, and before he could open her mouth, she cast a small spell to force him out and closed the door, and then set up a barrier before she could I couldn't help but squatted against the wall and sobbed softly.

It's just that he who was outside didn't leave immediately but he didn't knock on the door again. He just looked at the door quietly as if he wanted to see the woman inside clearly through this obstacle. He stopped for a while before walking away.

Qingyao didn't go out at night as she said, but stayed until Monday morning. During this period, she blocked everything, sealed off the whole room, and immersed herself in the non-stop practice.

The cultivation of mana became slower and slower, and now it has only recovered more than half of it. At this time, the problem of malfunctioning from time to time is still there. After breathing once, she terminated this one-and-a-half-day cultivation.

Qing Yao glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost 7 o'clock, she stretched her waist and stretched her arms, put on a change of clothes, and went out to the bathroom dedicated to faculty and staff.

It's still early now, the corridor in the basement is almost empty and there is no one there, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, cultivation is also exhausting, let alone a whole day and a half without sleep and rest, and she didn't eat a single meal, Even though she doesn't feel hungry now.

Taking a hot bath in the bathtub is so comfortable, Qing Yao almost fell asleep by leaning against the side, but fortunately she suddenly woke up when she was in a daze, and when she looked at the time again, nearly an hour had passed, she also fell asleep immediately No, quickly began to wipe and dress.

After putting the changed clothes back into the basket specially set up in the room, Qing Yao went out to the direction of the auditorium on the first floor.

Her face was a bit haggard and she couldn't lift her spirits. The students she met would look sideways at her, but she didn't care about it anymore. She just wanted to eat some hot food to fill her stomach.

But just around the corner, she ran into the ghost who had disgusted her before—Sir Nicholas.

"Good morning, Ms. Qing, oh, your complexion is really bad, it seems that you were very busy on the weekends two days ago." Nicholas didn't care what others thought of him, he floated to her side and walked side by side with her.

Qingyao was afraid that this ghost would disgust her again if she couldn't think about it again. She didn't eat at the moment, and at most she vomited acid water, but it would be quite uncomfortable, but in order to get rid of her as soon as possible, she smiled and replied, " I'm a little busy, but now I have to go to the auditorium to have breakfast, and I'm afraid I won't be able to chat with you."

"Oh~ It's okay, I'm going to the auditorium just now, and I'll drop by with you..." Sir Nicholas was about to continue the next topic, but unfortunately, he was interrupted by the person who had just arrived on the first floor.

"Good morning, Sir Nicholas, Qing!" Greenton's original bright smile disappeared instantly after seeing her bad face, "Your complexion is not very good, are you all right, Qing? Do you want me to accompany you to the medical wing?" See Mrs. Patrick?"

Qing Yao shook her head weakly, "Don't bother, I'm just a little tired, it's okay, I can take some time to rest and rest, don't make a fuss, Anna."

But Greenton was still a little worried, "Really? Do you want to take a day off? I believe Professor Dumbledore will agree, but don't put your health on account of a few Transfiguration classes, it's not worth it."

"Really, let's go to the auditorium, I'm a little hungry." Qing Yao waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, and then quickened her pace.

Greenton followed, and suddenly seemed to recall some exciting proposal, "Hey, by the way, let me tell you, students above the third grade can go to Hogsmeade this Saturday, why don't you come with us? You have met a few friends."

Qing Yao just nodded, "Well, I listen to you, I haven't been to the point you mentioned, so I don't think it will be boring."

"Hey, I'm sure you're ignoring me on purpose! This year's students are really rude!" Sir Nicholas left this sentence in dissatisfaction and drifted away.

Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, at least she didn't have to worry about seeing that uncomfortable scene again, but when the two entered the auditorium, she spotted Riddle at the end of the Slytherin table at a glance. The blunt and sad emotions that had arisen rose again.

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