[HP] Immortality

The potion that Mrs. Patrick spent a lot of time brewing was still fed by Riddle, but after the end, he didn't give him any chance to stay, and drove out directly, and warned other people outside, in Qingyao Visits of any kind are prohibited until fully recovered.

Although Malfoy objected on the spot and even moved out of the board of directors, Mrs. Patrick never accepted this, and immediately closed the door with a "bang" after speaking, without giving him a chance to continue.

And Riddle left first. Since she has changed back and was carried to the second floor by him in public, there are many witnesses. As an insider, instead of waiting for the professor's questioning, it is better to take the lead to complete the matter He just explained it according to his intentions to silence everyone, and then find a chance to guard her.

As a result, only Malfoy, who was furious, Greenton, who was worried but calm, and Wes and others who rushed to understand the specific situation were left at the door of the school doctor's room.

"How is she doing now? I heard a Gryffindor describe her, her robes are covered with patches of dark red, it must be blood!" Weiss excitedly grabbed Greenton's sleeve and started Shaking, he reached out to push the door, but was stopped by the only man.

Although these are all senior girls by age, Malfoy has always had a bad look towards Gryffindors. Even if they are girls, he stared at them coldly and only said, "Don't bother her... this, I think you can understand Mrs. Patrick, President Greenton."

Looking back with some disgust, Malfoy didn't want to waste another look, so he walked quickly in the direction Riddle left after speaking.

This couldn't be more obvious disgust, Weiss could not wait to draw out his wand and fight this annoying guy for [-] rounds. Besides, she stared at his back and cursed viciously, "This damn Malfoy! Slytherin It really is this kind of arrogant ghost who looks at people with his nostrils! Oh! Damn it! How can Qing fall in love with that Slytherin leader!?"

Compared to her annoyed look of wanting to bite, Anderson was much calmer, he just reached out and patted her arm lightly, teasing, "Stop complaining, Meryl, we all know how the so-called upper-class Malfoy family members are. What kind of person, but if the second half of your sentence is heard by Riddle, you will be really miserable."

These words were really effective. Weiss’s arrogance a second ago was almost extinguished. She patted her forehead and almost cried, “Oh! Merlin’s beard! I must be bewitched to say that. !"

But after sighing, Weiss immediately looked around vigilantly, and lowered his voice nervously, "Is there no one around here?"

Greenton just shook his head helplessly, and then interrupted them, "All right, all right, Meryl, let's go first, as Malfoy said, we might disturb Mrs. Patrick's treatment here, since Green I'm back, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, Anderson quickly echoed, "Anna is right, I guess you don't want to wait for Riddle to invite you in person."

As soon as this person was mentioned, Weiss became honest in an instant. She simply grabbed the arms of the two and urged, "Yes! Let's go first! Maybe there is someone he arranged here. If Qing is not here, I will Can't beat him..."

As a result, calm was finally restored outside the school doctor's room, and after Mrs. Patrick inside used magic to check the girl's body on the hospital bed, her frowning brows did not relax.

Normally, after drinking the potion, it should work, but half an hour has passed, and the girl's body is as bad as it was at the initial examination, and there is no sign of improvement, but this potion will not Wrong, it's all about treating black magic wounds, which is really strange.

But considering that there might still be time, Mrs. Patrick decided to wait and see, and instead of eating lunch, she continued to brew another type of potion that could protect that little life.

Riddle has told Dippet the whole story of the incident and how to find her. The content is very reasonable and logical without any flaws. It seems that even Dumbledore believes it.

As expected, the conclusion of this incident was not only the Ministry of Magic, but also the Hogwarts school that the teaching assistant of the Transfiguration class was brutally attacked by a dark wizard in an organized and premeditated manner. During dinner time, it was publicly announced that everything was over. .

At this point, the gossip surrounding Riddle was self-defeating, and since the dinner was over, he had been staying in the small room inside Mrs. Patrick's office.

In order to avoid being disturbed by others, Mrs. Patrick transferred her here at noon. Of course, she couldn't bear his persistent pleading outside the door before finally letting him in.

The girl lying on the hospital bed was basically the same as at noon, her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was still weak, and even the fragrance of peach blossoms floating in the air had faded a bit.

He has already learned about her specific condition from Mrs. Patrick, and it couldn't be worse. He sat on the edge of the hospital bed and just looked at it blankly. The room was as silent as a pool of stagnant water, just like the lifeless She does.

After a while, he suddenly took out something from the pocket of his robe, a crystal clear white jade peach hairpin, and then whispered the formula she had taught him, and the hairpin immediately turned into the cold air long sword.

The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through anything, but without her magic power, such a weapon would not be very handy for him.

But soon, there was a knock on the door of the room. Riddle quickly changed the sword back into a hairpin and put it in the pocket of his robe before opening the door. In front of him was Mrs. Patrick with a serious expression, talking with the next few people who were also dressed as medical practitioners. What.

Seeing that the door opened, she paused and gave a brief introduction, "Mr. Riddle, these are Saint-Germain's medical practitioners. We have to do another examination for Miss Qing. Please go out first."

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry." Riddle only glanced at the name tags of the medical practitioners, which indeed had the logo of Saint-Germont, and left the office without saying anything more.

Based on the recovery time after she was hit by the Killing Curse last time, maybe it will take some more time, and he may understand a little bit that the Killing Curse cannot kill her, not even if a poisonous dagger is pierced into the heart, but It's just a more serious trauma. Although it is supported by potions, it may be more important to rely on herself. Is this self-healing...

This temporarily unsolvable problem is even more interesting to him than black magic. His little girlfriend is now receiving treatment and is unconscious. As a boyfriend, he has done everything he should do. It seems that he can only wait patiently for the medical doctors results, and use this precious time to do something more important.

However, there will always be someone against him.

The Slytherin lounge after curfew should have been empty, and it was almost midnight, but Riddle, who had just entered through the stone door, spotted the person on the single sofa facing the fireplace at a glance. The conspicuous pale gold already tells who it is.

He planned to go back to the dormitory directly, but the other party seemed to be doing it on purpose, and suddenly took out a sapphire waist card that was fixed with a string and was as big as a hand, and there seemed to be words engraved on it.

But this doesn't explain anything, Riddle only took one more look and didn't intend to stop, until before entering the boys' dormitory, the other party's words made him turn around immediately.

Malfoy stared intently at the two squares engraved on the waist card in his hand, which were obviously not in English, "Boggin-Bock is rare to have this level of treasure. It comes from the ancient East. That profiteer in Bork is Made a fortune."

He snorted coldly after finishing speaking to himself, "A total of 1 Galleons, to you, respected prefect, this seems not a small amount, but the Malfoy family can still afford it, it's just... The money should have belonged to the original owner of this treasure, not to these greedy merchants, shouldn't it, Prefect?"

Although there was obvious contempt in these words, Riddle still didn't change his face, and he didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. He went straight to the sofa on the left and sat down, but his eyes were always on the jade tablet, and he didn't intend to do anything. answer.

But who would have thought that his series of actions made Malfoy sneer, and then he turned over the engraved side to show him, stretched his chin lazily and continued, "Even if I am a pure blood, I have to admit it, ignore it." Your humble blood, Riddle, talent, ability, ambition, no student in the school can compare to you, well-deserved first grade, I think sooner or later we will become friends, for the common good, otherwise you will not Will be in Slytherin, right?"

Glancing at those two familiar words, Riddle just smiled decently, and seemed to have no interest in the jade tablet, and refused bluntly, "I seem to have answered your question last time, compared to her, Mal The money and benefits that the Fu family can bring are nothing, as for this thing, I believe you will give it to me voluntarily in the near future."

After that, Riddle ignored the other party's uneasy expression, got up quickly and prepared to go back.

But Malfoy stepped up to him first and stared at him with a haughty look of pity and disdain, "Riddle, I thought that even if you don't have a pure blood, at least you are standing on the side of a pure blood." It’s not a good choice for a woman of Muggle blood to become enemies with me, unless, you want to go back to your Muggle world in the future, then pretend I didn’t say that.”

Riddle naturally didn't answer the unhappy conversation. Although the other party's superior posture was not much different from a clown in his eyes, it would be really stupid to ignore it, but everything seemed to have an answer. From her first Once the Killing Curse started, everything became clear.

No wonder Greenton said it was worth it. His little girlfriend was so naive and easy to deceive. How could the treasure Merlin gave him be given to others?

On the weekend of the next two days, Riddle had more time to see her. After the visit of Saint-Germain's medical practitioner, her condition seemed to be improving a little bit. To see her, of course, the damn play rehearsal still took him a lot of time.

But Christmas is getting closer and closer. Calculated by time, it may be almost mid-December when his little girlfriend wakes up. So, in order to let her see a perfect drama, he should cooperate .

The allotted time on weekends always passed faster than his budget, but it was much more than when she was clinging to her all day long before. However, without such a clingy little guy by his side, there are indeed some Not used to it.

However, after finishing all the classes on Monday, when Riddle went to Mrs. Patrick's office on the second floor to see his little girlfriend as usual, he was told that after four o'clock in the afternoon, her physical condition suddenly deteriorated sharply, and she even went into a state of shock.

No way, Mrs. Patrick could only contact her to transfer her to Saint-Germans, and now she finally stabilized again, but the condition was worse than the previous two days.

As for the news, Dippet is the only one left in Hogwarts at present, so he didn't stop any longer. He hurried to the principal's office. If it was Saint-Germont's medical practitioner, then he could come and confirm it. something happened.

When he arrived at the write-off office, Dippet was reviewing the documents. When he saw that the person was recognized as a model student, he pointed to the fireplace with a quill and said, "Go, child, although Miss Qing is out of danger, I I believe she must really want you to be by her side, please remember to come back before the curfew."

Of course, there is no need to pay attention to etiquette and politeness at such a time. Riddle simply replied, "I understand, thank you, professor." It was sprinkled at the destination, surrounded by green flames for a moment, and then disappeared.

She arrived at Saint-Germont very smoothly, and was led by the staff to her ward, but when she opened the door, what Riddle saw was a black-robed wizard who was found calmly using the Portkey to escape. scene.

The accompanying nurse hurried to find the medical doctor, and he immediately rushed to the hospital bed to check her condition. Most of the quilt had been lifted, and the hospital gown on her body had become pieces of rags. Robe wizards do.

Taking the lead in casting a warming spell, Riddle narrowed his eyes dangerously as he looked at the mess. These rags were also restored by the repairing spell. He put the quilt on her carefully before covering her, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed holding the quilt. Tighten her hand.

If she arrives a little later, she may encounter an accident again. It seems that Saint-Germans is not safe.

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