[HP] Immortality

Today's two defense against the dark arts lessons are not to mention how exciting they are for the fifth grade Gryffindors, especially the last one, which should have been a good opportunity to avenge vengeance with Slytherin , I don’t want something to happen, it’s probably an accident.

Unlike Gryffindor, Slytherin is not so united. Even if there is a conflict with other houses, some students who did not participate will still go their own way and watch from the sidelines, acting as if they have nothing to do with themselves. Never take the initiative to make trouble for yourself.

But when it comes to the outside world, no matter how divided Slytherin is, it will not be on the same front with the other party. more, then for the same honor an agreement will be reached.

In the past, as long as it was this kind of class, it would not be too bad to say that the scene was tragic, but there was never a time when no students went to the school infirmary. Although Meles had reminded, in fact, through this kind of actual combat, the students' magic spells could be trained better. Proficiency, Response, and Motivational Potential.

However, considering that injuries are unavoidable sometimes, Meles has reduced the number of practical combat lessons by a lot, and clearly stipulated the range of available spells. The effect is still good.

It's just that this time it was supposed to be another imminent battle between two deadly rival academies, but it turned into a unilateral internal struggle on the Slytherin side, but the most important thing is that the one who seldom takes action on such occasions became proactive.

After whispering to his little girl, Riddle curled his lips and politely sent a "communication" invitation to a Slytherin boy.

The unlucky, thin and tall boy looked at the man in front of him who was full of Slytherin-like elegance in every gesture and gesture, and swallowed uncomfortably.

Obviously the other party smiled very gently, but he only felt a chill down his back, and an invisible sense of oppression shrouded his surroundings. He really wanted to refuse, but for some reason, he had an inexplicable illusion that refusing would be even worse.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boy bit the bullet and agreed in silence.

The boy looked back at his two partners unrequitedly, and he got a very obvious look of "seeking happiness for himself". Then he glanced to the right, and saw Malfoy with a bad face desperately looking forward to it. Looking forward, but at this moment he couldn't help thinking about anything.

Before the start, routine etiquette was indispensable. All eyes were on this duel that could be described as disparity in strength, and many students in the onlookers unanimously confirmed the boy's failure.

Riddle with a calm expression pulled out his wand unhurriedly, followed by an elegant salute, until the moment he raised his eyes, the decent smile on his face disappeared instantly, as if he was about to start serious.

Looking back at the unlucky boy, the way he held his wand was a little trembling. It seemed that it was very difficult to cast a spell. The aura on both sides was high and low, but no matter what, it had to be done normally.

Qing Yao sat on the table at the outermost edge of the crowd and looked at the two people in the arena. This was not the first time she had watched a duel, but it seemed that she had never seen him look so serious.

She suddenly remembered the duel that Greenton had mentioned should have established his terrifying status in the hearts of these seniors, and suddenly she was looking forward to it.

However, although there was no suspense in the result, the process was too simple and clear. Qing Yao rubbed her eyes. She didn't see clearly just now, and the boy fell to the ground and couldn't move.

Obviously just a few seconds ago I saw them bowing to each other, but now the situation has turned upside down, this... this...

Qing Yao suddenly began to doubt herself. When facing her earlier, did he let go?

The silence of the audience lasted about two seconds before there was thunderous applause, and then Meles began to explain with some excitement, "Oh! It's really wonderful! Mr. Riddle used the silent spell and obstacles very skillfully. Curse, first slowing down Mr. Flint's actions, and then using the expulsion spell with great precision...Merlin...Slytherin +5 points."

"Thank you, Professor."

Riddle returned to his original smile, but after he finished speaking, he cast another sharp look at the two partners of the unlucky boy before saying, "Then, please allow me to continue."

Maybe it was because the duel was more enjoyable to watch, but in fact, it was a certain one who wanted to make his little girlfriend happy, so he didn't use the silent spell anymore, but it was the same as everyone else, but different.

On the one hand, the horror of the duel just now, and on the other hand, the strength of this person is obvious to all. Naturally, the two boys dare not refuse, and have to engage in this damn duel, which is simply a disaster for them.

It's just that this model student is so abnormal, which makes people feel strange. It wasn't until after solving these two, before the next unlucky guy was selected, that another protagonist jumped out, and there was the most reasonable explanation.

Watching his friends being unilaterally crushed by Riddle one after another, this is an obvious provocation, if Malfoy doesn't know it, it's not enough to be his opponent.

Without further hesitation, Malfoy walked out automatically with his usual smirk, and at the same time waved his wand and said, "It's rare for a prefect to be so leisurely. As a friend, I should also accompany you, right?"

The other party's actions seemed to be completely under his control. He just nodded slightly. Although there was a curve on his lips, there was no smile at all. He glanced at her direction from the corner of his eyes before replying, "Of course, I am very happy."

Even though these two people are notoriously at odds in Slytherin, only a few people in Gryffindor know that this superficial scene of practicing with friends can only deceive those who don't know the masses.

And Qingyao also discovered that the boys he mainly invited just now were the ones who were crushed by Malfoy who bounced off the spell in class, and she suddenly wanted to laugh when she contacted him again. The sweetheart will occasionally be a little naive because of her.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the time of this duel has been prolonged a lot, and Riddle has been suppressed from the beginning, which made Qing Yao and others a little surprised.

But what's even more weird is that no matter how disadvantaged, Malfoy's every attack can be so well resisted by Riddle. It's like a script written in advance. Although it is thrilling, it can always save the day. His composure from beginning to end is like a textbook demonstration against the wind.

And Malfoy, who was disdainful at first, also gradually became anxious, and even started to use some vicious curses, but seeing that the person opposite was still standing there, his patience was almost exhausted at last.

Although Qingyao, who was on the outermost edge, was farthest apart, she could clearly see every movement or detail between the two of them in the arena. After these few rounds, she finally found a clue.

With Riddle's reaction speed and spell proficiency, it was impossible to be suppressed, but this happened. After Malfoy threw out one after another offensive spells, although he also defended in time, but compared to the previous two games , especially the first duel, which was definitely deliberately slow by two beats.

But his cohesion was perfect throughout the whole process, at least creating a sense of tension for the students watching, allowing the gathered eyes to naturally come to his suppressed surface.

Not to mention that half of the audience are girls. Seeing that the handsome and gentle Hogwarts lover is in such a mess, of course, I am more worried than surprised.

But at this moment, Qing Yao, who was well versed in his thoughts, had already swayed her legs leisurely. No matter how miserable Malfoy would be in the end, or even had to go to the school infirmary, she would not sympathize at all.

As long as she thought of being kissed by such a stranger, she wanted to teach this rude person a lesson by herself, but it was obvious that he would not give this chance.

Sure enough, after Malfoy threw a few more curses, Riddle seemed to be tired of it. He straightened his cuffs and then provocatively curled his lips, "This is your full strength."

Obviously this should be a rhetorical question, but he said it in an affirmative tone, which also caused Malfoy to look terrible, but it seemed to make him feel much better.

And then, as he said lightly, "It's time to end." At the same time, he quickly raised his hand and waved it a few times, and saw that the person opposite had fallen to the ground and couldn't move.

But this time, there was no applause, but only silence. Riddle, who was still standing in place in the arena, was wiping the magic wand in his hand, and he seemed to be a veritable "monster" in everyone's eyes.

Qing Yao immediately got down from the table, and with a wave of her sleeves, she soared into the air, passed over the heads of the crowd, landed in front of him and hugged him tightly.

The little person who suddenly appeared in his arms didn't have to be his little girlfriend, but he couldn't hug her back, so he could only feel her little hand clenched tightly before saying to the person on the other side, "I'm sorry, Melas Professor, it took up everyone's time, please continue to practice."

After finishing speaking, he led his little girlfriend and walked out in a path that the crowd automatically gave way to.

Making an excuse to go to the bathroom, Riddle took her out of the classroom with a fair and honest sentence. It was still in class time, and the corridor was naturally empty, but to be on the safe side, it was also the nearest place. choose.

Qingyao couldn't wait to show her figure and threw herself into his arms, then raised her face and smiled sweetly, "Tom is so amazing... It's really the same as what Anna said, I have some doubts whether I can really beat you. "

Unexpectedly, his next sentence directly melted her whole heart, sweet and satisfying, it made her want to hug him and not let go.

"Yao doesn't have to have any doubts. To you, I lost completely, but I am also willing." Riddle reached out and gently pinched her cheek, all the tenderness in his eyes passed to her without any hindrance at this moment.

Seeing that the corners of her lips suddenly enlarged, and her eyebrows and eyes were bent into crescent moons, she rubbed his hand and said slowly, "If... if Tom can also use spells, he must be hundreds of times stronger than me times."

Her sudden exclamation made his look softer, he simply held her small face, then lowered his head and kissed her lips before replying, "Spells are indeed stronger than magic, but it's a pity that I can't learn them, otherwise I can I can protect you better, but please believe me, even if I only use magic, I can protect you in this world."

But she didn't speak, she just covered his hands and lowered her eyes as if she was thinking about something, but he was not in a hurry, just waiting quietly.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she stared at him seriously and asked word by word, "Tom, do you want to live forever?"

For this sudden question, although his expression did not change, there seemed to be something clamoring deep in his heart at that moment, but he was still suppressed by reason.

He reached out and pressed her little head into his arms, "I never thought about it before, I just hope that after leaving Hogwarts, I can find my life experience, continue to study higher magic, and come back to Hogwarts when I am strong enough." Gervoz, this place is like my home, and I hope to become a professor and teach batch after batch of students what I have learned.

But now...I have you, dear, I don't want to lie to you...I want to be with you forever. "

Qing Yao, who was leaning against his chest, clearly felt the beating speed of her heart, and after speeding up with his last sentence, she paused for a moment before replying softly, "I also want to be with you for a long time in the future , otherwise it is better not to be such a god of laoshizi."

Her small complaint, which is not a complaint, directly caused him to coax gently, "Be good, little fool, if you want me to witness that you will die in the future, then you might as well be this immortal immortal and live well."

"...but...if I don't have you, what's the point of being alone..." She knew what he was thinking, but she also didn't want to see him go to the end of his life alone, while she was forever young... .

The atmosphere suddenly became a little sad. When it comes to death, this will never happen to Qing Yao, but it is the last hurdle that he must pass through.

No wonder, no wonder Sister Chang'e always said not to get involved with mortals, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous... Now, she finally understood, but it was too late.

In the end, it was he who forcibly brought this somewhat heavy topic to an end.

He gently patted her on the back with one hand and comforted her softly, "Don't think about it, Mrs. Patrick told you that Yao must pay attention to her mood and be happy. It just so happens that I know a method that will make you happy. Do Yao want to try it?" .”

After mentioning this, she remembered that she is not alone now, but there is another little life in her stomach, she quickly took a deep breath to adjust her mood, then looked at him with a smile and asked, "What method, I think ..."

But before she could finish speaking, the matter he resolved came down, and many invisible pink bubbles rose in the dim and narrow broom room.

The two people hiding inside embraced each other, their lips were pressed together, and they were doing the wonderful thing that could make her happy.

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