[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

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When a person is sluggish, it's best not to tease her easily.

Maybe she will double her temper, maybe she will burst into tears, but in any case, her mood will not be much lighter because of this interruption.

It won't get any better.

[Oh, I have to go on, I didn't finish just now. ]

The nib wrote on the paper with a friction sound of 'chacha', and I accelerated my writing speed, and the quill pen splashed a lot of ink on the paper.

[Although I want to write a letter to someone else's fiancé, I don't bring any paper. ]

My routine Riddle is very familiar with.

He immediately understood what I was about to say, because his string of ellipses immediately appeared on the paper.

[......]

[You seem to be my last piece of paper. ]

I also gave him a smiley face at the end.

The routine is not afraid of getting old, as long as it works.

After being hit by Draco, I didn't want to tease and quarrel with him like usual.If you don't tell me, then I'm afraid it's not the time, and it's not the time I need to know.

If, I need to know, then he will definitely not answer this way.

I closed the diary forcefully and stuffed it under the pillow.

——There is only one cabinet, and I need to share it with Hermione, so I can't hide it there.

Then he lay back on the bed and turned the magic-controlled lights to the darkest, and the whole room instantly turned into a warm yellow tone suitable for people to fall asleep.

A cup of hot milk before going to bed, dim lights, comfortable bedding, and even soothing aromatherapy.

They provide all sufficient conditions for sleep.

But I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Draco can only be regarded as part of the reason for disturbing my mind, and what made me care is actually a greater part of the reason because of Riddle's words.

--I've seen you.

- from the most recently noticeable to four weeks.

This sentence actually reveals a lot of information.

For example, once, at least before my coma this time, he couldn't perceive everything around him, and he could only exist in the diary.

And after the Dark Lord ran away and disappeared in front of Dumbledore and them, he gained this ability.

Was it the Dark Lord who gave him power?Or had the Dark Lord shifted into him?Or is it possible that the diary has now gathered most of the magic power of the Dark Lord?

Can it be concluded that 'it' becomes 'he'.

And this 'he' threw a second message at me after seeing me.

He had seen me somewhere.

Although Riddle said that there was a change before, it was only a change in his speech. This information came only after my appearance changed.

'I've seen you before. '

This sentence was told on the day when the system told me that the 'Beauty Pill' was completely absorbed by me and the effect was fully displayed.

So after connecting them together like this, if you think about it...

Could he already perceive everything around him? !

It's just that he didn't recognize me until my appearance changed?

Well, this can actually rule out the possibility that he is teasing me. Has he really seen me before? Where is it?

I reached under the pillow, found the diary, and was about to take it out.

I want to trick Riddle, this time I can't close the diary because of a moment of anger.

"How's Ginny?"

Mrs. Weasley's voice came from outside the door. Although it could be felt that she had deliberately lowered her voice, it sounded like the normal volume of ordinary people speaking.

Probably because she has seven children, six of them are boys, and she can't control them at all without yelling.

"Crack."

The door opened.

The light in the room turned back to the dimmest light in an instant, and I retracted my hand from under the pillow.

There were two footsteps, one heavier, that of Mrs Weasley.

another one.

"She seems to be asleep."

It's Hermione.

"Shh," Mrs. Weasley's voice remained the same as before, "let's keep our voices down so we don't wake her up."

"it is good."

The sound of footsteps and conversation is getting closer and closer to me.

"What a poor child."

Mrs Weasley's voice came over my head, and I smelled food on her, hash browns.

It seems their dessert is this.

"She ate the biscuits! She drank the milk, too."

Mrs Weasley seems to be bent over, or sitting on the edge of my bed?In short, her breath was on my face, a little itchy.

But I can't frown.

Fortunately, next, her hand was placed on my eyebrows, with calluses but opposite softness, stroking and pressing my brow bone.

The itching disappeared immediately, and she even noticed my discomfort.

Even if I just have a feeling that I want to frown.

"Mrs. Weasley, Ginny will be fine, we will stay with her." Hermione sighed slightly, "Malfoy likes her very much, even Ron can tell, it's just..."

"It doesn't matter," Mrs. Weasley seemed annoyed, but since I was sleeping, she couldn't even vent her anger. "The important thing is that Ginny will be sad. It doesn't matter whether he likes Ginny or not." It's important, I just want her to be happy."

"If he likes her but can't make her happy, that kind of liking will only make my child sadder."

Mrs. Weasley's voice became a little trembling, and I really wanted to open my eyes to see her expression. I always felt that she was about to cry.

"But," Hermione's voice was a little more urgent, sounding anxious and helpless, "Ginny is strong, and she is so smart. Even if we can't trust Malfoy, we must trust Ginny."

She seemed to pat Mrs. Weasley on the shoulder, because I felt the vibration of Mrs. Weasley's fingertips on my brow bone.

"I know."

Mrs. Weasley's gaze should return to my face, for I feel gentleness.

That's my mother's gaze.

"She's always been great, it's just..."

A shallow sigh.

"It's just that this is the first time she has been in love since she was a child."

Her hand no longer pressed my eyebrows, but moved to the top of my head, gently stroking it up and down.It's very similar to the way she coaxed me to sleep when I didn't want to sleep when I was a child.

From childhood to adulthood, for more than ten years, her way of coaxing children has not changed, simple but easy to use.

This may be the wonderful effect between mother and daughter.

For example, she didn't know that I was pretending to sleep, but she could feel that I was not sleeping comfortably, and my browbones were itchy.

And I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and I had a lot of irritating and incomprehensible things hidden in my heart.

But after such a few simple touches by her, she actually felt sleepy, as if her heart that had been hanging in the air had been soothed.

After a few minutes, no, maybe a few seconds, I fell asleep.

Because before going to bed, I only heard Mrs. Weasley say a word to Hermione.

'Actually, she has been hiding from me and Arthur about her dating.But how could she hide it from us? We actually knew it from the first time she sent a letter back in the third grade. She was afraid that I and Arthur would object, so we pretended not to know...'

After that, I fell asleep.

In the dream, I came to a study.

The bookcases crammed full on three sides were comparable to Hannibal's bookcases.They are joined together to form a semicircle.

In front of them, there is a tea table and a leather chair.

The leather chair turned out to be Sherlock's favorite one, a leather chair like a sofa.On that leather chair sat a black-haired boy with his back to me.

From the back, he looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, not yet eighteen.

He sat upright with his legs crossed.

I can see his raised leg from the back, and the leather shoes are of good style and material.

……

Who is he?

I walk towards him, from his left.

Short black hair, neatly styled and straight.His neck was long and white, and I could see it through the gaps in his hair.

The white and graceful lines disappeared at the collar of the shirt, and the outside was a knitted sweater.

As I approached, his appearance gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

He has a good-looking side face, the roots are very high, his nose seems to be carved out by a knife, and his mandible is the same. If his skin is not so soft, I might think it is just a plaster statue.

He seems to have black eyes?

Yes, he has black eyes.

When I walked to his front, I confirmed this conjecture.

I don't know if it was because it was just a dream, or because he was really in a dim environment.

In short, I especially want to ask this boy in front of me who is leaning on the chair with a straight posture and staring straight at the books on his knees. Does reading under such light not make your eyes tired?

But this kind of light cast a soft light on his appearance.

Under the light, his handsome appearance restrained a lot and became more delicate.

His lips are moderately thick, his fingers are slender, and his nails are trimmed. At this time, his fingers are pinching the paper and preparing to turn the page.

His eyes are downcast, can't he see me, can't he feel my presence?

I had doubts in my heart, and I was very curious about him. I walked here from behind him, but he didn't even notice my existence.

And this is my dream.

Who is he?

Why does it appear in my dreams?

"Ginny?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say hello when I said 'Ginny'.

And it was Hermione's voice.

I was stunned for a moment.

But the black-haired boy reading a book on the opposite side felt my presence, he raised his head, and finally looked at me with downcast eyes.

He is smiling at me.

"We finally meet."

Tom Riddle?

The name popped up all of a sudden.

I haven't seen what Riddle looks like, I've never seen one.

But the moment he spoke to me, this guess jumped out.

"Tom?"

I asked in shock, but I didn't hear my questioning voice.

It was Hermione's voice again.

"Ginny, wake up, Ginny?"

Her voice didn't know where it came from, but it became more and more real.

As her voice became more and more real, the scene in front of me became more and more unreal.

The appearance of the black-haired boy began to fade and become farther away, and his soft light filter was magnified by an unknown number of times.

I saw him nod at me, lips parted.

"We'll see each other soon."

These words disappeared in my ears along with the departing dream scene and the black-haired boy who was so far away from me in an instant.

"Ginny."

His voice matched Hermione's.

When I opened my eyes, Hermione's expression of excitement and surprise jumped into my eyes.

"Ginny, look, today's Daily Prophet."

She was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, and in the lower right corner of the second page, there was a piece of business news that wasn't particularly eye-catching.

The small piece was poked several times with her fingers.

Ok……

What project does that seem to be a collaboration on?

I rubbed my eyes and saw the news clearly after my vision became clear.

That was the news that the cooperation between Malfoy and a certain family had broken down. They announced a series of announcements. In summary, they would never have any contact with each other again.

Be it business or life.

Parkinson?

Is it...?

I put my hands on the window and stood there in a daze.

"The cooperation between the Malfoy family and the Parkinson family has broken down. Do you know what that means, Ginny, Draco and Pansy's engagement is cancelled!"

Hermione's performance was even more excited than mine, and she seemed to be looking forward to this moment even more than I did.

Her eyes were fixed on my expression, as if waiting for my surprise reaction.

It's Christmas morning, maybe this is Draco's Christmas present to me.

"pretty good."

I smiled at Hermione and put my hand under the pillow.

My reaction power seems to have become a lot slower, maybe it's because I just woke up, or it may be because of that weird dream.

I just felt the surprise brought by this news, and before the joy could reach the surface of my brain, I was overwhelmed by even greater shock.

There was nothing under the pillow.

Riddle's diary, gone!