Wizard and Siren

Fluorescence flickers.

Tom didn't move his lips. Silent spells were familiar to him.

He cast another spell to light the path under his feet.

The Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night was not quiet at all, surrounded by unknown magical creatures crawling through dead branches and leaves, reminiscent of the hard and countless feet of some kind of crustaceans.The glowing green light is near and far away, probably from the eyes of some kind of creature, and it can't be seen whether it is gentle or murderous.

It's a pity he's Tom, and he's not interested in taking care of that.

From time to time he flicked his wand to reinforce the Disillusionment Charm he had cast on himself.It would be trouble if Hogwarts' most famous top student was seen blatantly breaking curfew.

Of course, he doesn't mind using various means to deal with the aftermath.It's just that the old guy Dumbledore has already set his sights on him.

Dumbledore... damn Dumbledore.Tom thought angrily, and a smug smile played on his lips again.

Look at how much he has gained a while ago!He, the descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin, opened the Chamber of Secrets, tamed the basilisk, and was one step closer to the goal of eradicating the dirty and lowly mudbloods.

No no, of course it's more than that.Thinking of this, the corners of Tom's mouth couldn't help but curved up a few more times, as if he had returned to the shock when he saw the words on the wall of the secret room for the first time.

On the wall is a quote left by Salazar Slytherin:

"There are sirens in the lake, don't disturb them."

"Yes master," when he asked, the huge basilisk bowed its head docilely in front of him and said, "Master Salazar forbids me to go to the Black Lake. There seems to be something there."

Sirens.Sirens long dead.A siren who holds the secret of immortality.

Hogwarts has sirens.

He established a plan almost immediately.Nothing suits him better than immortality.

This plan will finally be implemented today.For this he was willing to take another risk under Dumbledore's nose.

Immortality.The dew from the Forbidden Forest wetted his shoes and made him feel slightly chilled. Finally, he couldn't help murmuring.He wants to live forever.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest.By the Black Lake.A handsome and tall young man waved his wand slowly, and then a series of spells came out of his mouth, like some kind of ancient and mysterious hymn.

There were golden ripples on the surface of the water, and Tom could clearly tell that this gold was not moonlight.

There is a reaction.He didn't expect to succeed once, but this difficult spell seemed easier than he thought.He then hid behind a stone beside him and stared at the lake intently.

The waves got bigger and bigger, gradually turning into gorgeous, golden swirls.Just when Tom wondered why there was no change, a figure leaped out from the center of the vortex, and uttered a sharp, cheerful cry, just like the ecstasy of a lark breaking through the cage and flying straight to the sky, followed by the sound of slapping the water.He vaguely saw a light blue fish tail piercing the lake, swimming around the shore several times happily and then slowly stopped.

Out!Unable to bear the excitement, Tom cast a protective spell on his ears, and then moved his steps cautiously.

Legend has it that sirens rely on their singing to confuse humans and hunt for food.

Tom slowly approached the stone, and the figure behind the stone seemed to have noticed him, and moved his tail fins slowly towards him.

He raised his wand to his throat and let out a strange "cheep" sound.He's a Parseltongue, not a Sirentongue.He found this spell after searching through almost all the books about evil magical creatures in the first section.He hoped to subdue the siren with one blow when he relaxed his vigilance.

The siren seemed to be attracted by his strange way of speaking, and looked at him curiously with its head tilted.

"Gugujichi" it also tried to respond to Tom.

Moonlight spilled from behind a cloud and sprinkled on it.

Tom finally saw what it looked like.

What a nice view.He forgot to keep tweeting.It is very beautiful.

Especially those blue eyes.Not the blue of the sky, not the blue of the sea, not any kind of concrete blue. If you want to find an analogy, it can only be the blue of angels.

As pure as birth, as solemn as judgment, as compassionate as redemption.

When he praised those pure-blood noblewomen who claimed to be noble and beautiful, he could find any unconventional compliment without any effort.But when facing them, they are so powerless.

The most famous top student at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle, completely lost his alertness and calmness in dealing with a crisis in front of an extremely dangerous magical creature.

The siren suddenly stood up, and the wet long hair, which was slightly curly like ink, hung down naturally, covering the roundness of the chest, leaving a petite and attractive outline looming.

It suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Tom.The latter only had time to open his eyes wide with all his strength.

He's... dead?Tom came back to his senses the moment he was thrown down, but he could only imagine a bloody mouth opening ferociously, biting down on his neck.

He fell to the ground.Through the shirt, the squeeze of the scales was transmitted.No biting pain.A small pale hand rested on his chest, and blue eyes hung above his head.

"Haha..." The siren suddenly laughed.

Is this... human laughter? !He couldn't react.

"Stupid!" Siren poked Tom's forehead with his hand.

The sound is crisp and sweet.