[HP] Immortality

Although the fragrance of the peach blossoms was hidden by the magic wand, Riddle took Qingyao out and happened to be the time when most of the students usually prepared to go to the auditorium for dinner. There are many boys.

It's just that no one of them dared to comment or whisper anything except for a few more glances. After all, this person is a Slytherin, no, it should be said that the entire Hogwarts is difficult to provoke.

Although I ran into Carlo as soon as I entered the lounge, it was rare, perhaps because Qing Yao's expression was really bad, he didn't come forward to tease as usual, but just paid attention silently.

Not to mention Avery next to him, as soon as he saw Qingyao, he wanted to rush forward, but he was stopped by Carlo in time, anyone could see Riddle's obvious displeasure, and probably only this idiot would do it for him. A woman got herself into trouble.

Without stopping all the way, Riddle carried her quickly to the school infirmary on the second floor of the castle.

When Mrs. Patrick saw that it was Qingyao, she immediately seemed to understand something, angrily drove Riddle out, and then checked her with magic.

Seeing the other party's more and more serious expression, Qing Yao also began to panic. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to caress her lower abdomen, pursed her lips and asked, "Madam... Is something wrong with my child..."

Seeing her anxious look, Mrs. Patrick just sighed, but still had a serious face, "Don't worry, the child is fine, you are the one who has something to do! Miss Qing, I don't know exactly what happened to you, but your physical condition Very bad, seems to have been corrupted by an extremely vicious Dark Arts, much stronger than that poor Slytherin sixth year."

As soon as she heard that the child was fine, Qing Yao's tense nerves immediately relaxed. She stared down at her belly, her gaze was extremely soft. Even though she was weak and still felt a little uncomfortable, to her, none of these things mattered. What kind of.

"Ma'am, my body knows that I'm fine. I just need to rest well, but I have to trouble Madam not to tell him this, just say that I'm fine." Qing Yao smiled lightly, and she stroked her belly back and forth, no matter what She must protect this little life.

As a medical doctor, you should think about everything for your patients, but seeing her insisting on doing so, Mrs. Patrick turned around and looked outside but shook her head, "Merlin! Miss Qing, you should go to Saint-Germont...I shouldn't." Open this example..."

But under Qing Yao's repeated pleas, Mrs. Patrick was still moved, "Okay, okay...I will try my best to help you heal, and I won't tell Mr. Riddle, but please remember that you are now a pregnant woman. Even for this innocent little life, please stay away from those evil black magic."

"I understand, thank you, ma'am." Qing Yao nodded earnestly, but then changed the subject to a request, "Then can you ask Madam to let him in, I want to talk to him."

Although Mrs. Patrick's impression of this model student in everyone's eyes has been declining, and she even wants to educate him, but she holds back considering the consequences.

She went to open the door and said earnestly, "Mr. Riddle, after my inspection, Miss Qing only needs to be recuperated, but she may have to take a few days off, come to me later to get the application, and... for Merlin's sake Come on, be nice to this girl, I've seen too many couples in love, but I've never seen her like this..."

All hesitation turned into a deep sigh, and Mrs. Patrick patted his shoulder meaningfully before leaving to prepare the medicine.

Riddle only glanced at the back of the other party and then withdrew his gaze. This last sentence is very thought-provoking, isn't it? It seems that his little girlfriend is still hiding something from him.

He walked in with a warm smile that was only for her as always, and went straight to the bed and sat down. He held her hand immediately, "How is Yao feeling now? Mrs. Patrick has already told me, it's a good thing you It's okay, but you have to rest well for a few days."

As long as she sees him, no matter how uncomfortable she is, she can bear it. Ben was half lying on the pillow, and she immediately straightened up with her legs curled up, and then knelt and sat forward to his arms, wrapping her hands that were not held Rubbing his waist, "I don't feel well at all. I want to hold him for a while, and I want Tom to stay with me for a while."

As long as Riddle lowers his head a little, he can smell the faint and refreshing fragrance in her hair, which is warm and nephrite in his arms, not to mention her soft and coquettish words, no man can bear to refuse.

But he just quickly hid the ambiguity in his eyes, and said in a low voice deliberately, "Honey, if I hadn't been voted as the heroine of that extra play, my time at noon and night would be yours."

She also knew that he was telling the truth, and immediately felt even more annoyed, but she still smiled and raised her face, "It seems that I did it on my own... But it's okay for me to be alone, Tom has to be more serious Rehearsal, when I get better, I can stick to you every day."

He bowed his head and pressed a kiss on her lips, then continued, "Then, Yao must be obedient... I didn't eat anything last night, I should be hungry after a night, I will feed you breakfast before leaving. "

"Well, good." She obediently agreed and let him support her back, but she still refused to let go of the tightly clenched hand.

Soon, under his arrangement, the breakfast that should have appeared on the long table in the auditorium was swiftly and neatly placed on the table beside him, and he patiently divided it up and delivered it to her lips.

She ate very cooperatively, but he still wanted her to eat more, as if he was afraid that she would be hungry, and he kept on eating one after another until she couldn't eat anymore. .

The time in the morning was already tense, and it would be a bit late when Qingyao finished using it. The wall clock fixed on the wall kept reminding the two that the first class was getting closer.

Even though she was reluctant, she had to put away her little thoughts, especially since he was only focused on feeding her, he didn't move, and he was still calm, so she was worried for him, "Tom has to have breakfast too, it's not early now Well, if you go on like this, you'll be late."

But Riddle only curled his lips into a smile, then pinched her cheek, and said with deep emotion, "I have to feed you every meal in the future, otherwise Yao won't be obedient and eat more Son."

When he mentioned it, Qingyao became a little angry. She rubbed her belly that was obviously full and complained, "Tom also said, obviously I can't eat anymore, and you haven't even taken a bite, so hurry up and eat some."

This time he agreed, and after answering "yes", he ate his meal very quickly under her gaze. Although he wanted to hurry up, he always maintained the usual elegance and decency in his gestures, as if even if he Anxiety can't affect him.

As soon as he left, Qing Yao smiled and lay down. After concentrating all her mana in her abdomen, she closed her eyes tightly and fell into a deep sleep again.

After Mrs. Patrick finally made the potion, what she came to see was Qing Yao sleeping peacefully. She sighed softly and put the cup of potion aside before calling her, "Miss Qing, Miss Qing , Wake up, drink this cup of resuscitation potion and then rest."

However, the person on the bed seemed to be in a deep sleep. Mrs. Patrick tried to shake her gently to wake her up after calling her a few times to no avail, but she was still breathing, and although she was calm, she was still alive.

Mrs. Patrick hastily made another thorough examination, and the result was the same as last time, but no matter what she did, she couldn't revive the poor little girl. She suddenly regretted agreeing that such a serious situation should be sent to Saint-Germont That's right!

Adhering to the professional ethics of a medical doctor, and in order to avoid the disturbance of other people, Mrs. Patrick immediately transferred her to a small room in her office, and then began to write letters.

The morning passed quickly, and Riddle hurried to the school infirmary after class as usual, wanting to be with his delicate little girl, but the hospital bed was empty.

He immediately went to the next door and knocked on the door of Mrs. Patrick's office, and he went in after getting permission. When the other party saw that it was him, he led him to the small room without saying a word, and told her about her before going out.

Mrs. Patrick said that since he left in the morning until now, she has not woken up, and countless methods have been used to no avail, even the attending physician of the spell injury department of Saint-Germain was invited.

Riddle sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her quiet lifeless appearance, and began to rethink Mrs. Patrick's words in the morning. In the dim environment, there seemed to be a sudden dark red in his dark eyes, staring at her. Her eyes also tend to be complicated.

After a while, she still had no intention of waking up. He had already made a plan in his heart, so he was ready to get up and leave to do some necessary things. He didn't want to be grabbed by the hem of the school robe before he even took a step away from the hospital bed.

Riddle looked back and saw her weakly about to speak, he immediately held her little hand and sat back, his worry and anxiety for her were all written on his face, "Yao, if you don't wake up, the afternoon class I'm not ready to go either."

This made her smile reluctantly, but it also made her want to cry, "Why is Tom more self-willed than me? After half a day of rest, I have recovered a lot, don't miss class, don't worry about me."

But in his opinion, it was worse than the morning, but he still forced a smile on his face. He just stared at her silently, and after a few seconds passed, he leaned over and kissed her on the face, and then whispered, "Yao, I probably I understand Mrs. Patrick's words... I am indeed not good enough for you, and I always make you wrong yourself, sorry."

Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that Mrs. Patrick had said something, she was eager to explain, "No...Tom is very good to me...cough cough..."

He frowned and looked at the pitiful look of her turning her face away and couldn't help coughing, nameless anger spread from the bottom of his heart instantly, he gently followed her chest over and over again, until she calmed down, he said, "Lie down, I'll go find Patrick lady."

"No...no need...I'm fine...Tom..." She looked at his back as he got up and left, eager to stop him, but he walked out quickly as if he didn't hear him.

After a while, it was Mrs. Patrick who came in with a cup of potion and some meals, and hurried over to stop her from getting out of bed, "Merlin's beard! Miss Qing, you have to rest on the hospital bed, come, drink this A cup of medicine can help you recover faster."

But Qingyao didn't have any thoughts, she stretched her neck to look at the half-closed door, and asked impatiently, "Ma'am, Tom..."

It’s just that she was interrupted before she finished speaking, and the cup of potion was stuffed into her hand, “Mr. Riddle seems to have some urgent matters to do, Miss Qing, your task now is to drink the potion and ensure that you have enough food. Rest, recovering early will also give him peace of mind one day earlier."

Qing Yao also understands this reason, and since he is in a hurry, she can't cause trouble. Although this cup of dark liquid with a strange taste really persuaded him to quit, she still gritted her teeth and drank it in one breath.

Mrs Patrick took away the empty glass before allowing her to eat, and as she ate, she babbled to her about the dos and don'ts of diet during pregnancy, although these had been mentioned before.

It's just that this sumptuous meal has become tasteless in front of Qing Yao at this moment, she fiddled with the potato cakes on the plate casually, coupled with this non-stop nagging, she really lost her appetite at all.

It wasn't until there was another knock on the door outside that Mrs. Patrick finally stopped chattering and opened the door.

Qingyao still lowered her head to study the hot food in front of her. She wanted to secretly pour out all the food she couldn't eat while she was alone, but she just recited a formula silently and raised her hand, and the door opened I don't know when there are more people.

"Yao, what are you doing?"

At the same time as the sound came out, a few pieces of chicken on the plate disappeared, and she looked up suddenly in fright. Although she was happy that it was him, she didn't know how to explain it, so she had to admit her mistake aggrievedly, "...I...I can't eat it I'm sorry..."

Before she finished speaking, he had already sat down beside the hospital bed, took the knife and fork and started a new round of feeding, and said without any rejection, "Be good and open your mouth."

Seeing that she ate obediently despite her obvious reluctance, his complexion improved a little, and then he said softly, "I have applied to Professor Billy not to go to the rehearsal while you are still recovering. I only accompany you, so Yao has to be obedient and take care of herself quickly."

She was so pleasantly surprised, she nodded repeatedly, and took another sip of the soup, "I listen to Tom."

He kept moving his hands, and in between, he wiped the corner of her lower lip with a napkin and said, "Well, when you run out, can I tell you a story?"

His eyes were full of tenderness and affection, enveloping her whole body, and his tone was like coaxing a child. Seeing her happy, the smile on his lips deepened, as if even this cold heart was touched by her affected by.

She just met his gaze and smiled sweetly, "Okay~ I want to listen to that weird wizard's travelogue."

Her bright smiling face was very eye-catching in this dimly lit room, he quickly restrained his mind and continued to feed her, "Yao can listen to anything she wants, as long as you get better."

She responded obediently, and stared at him without blinking her bright eyes, as if she was afraid that he would leave only one sentence and leave again.

Mrs. Patrick, who was outside, just quietly closed the door of this small room and left the office very tactfully. After all, there are some explanations that must be made clear.

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