[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice signs on to the Christmas detention list.

She found that there were only two Gryffindors staying in this year including her, and the other was Rubeus Hagrid.

She looked back at the half-breed giant not far behind him. He was sitting in the corner of the common room. Although it was already a corner, it was still very big. Candice could only reach his waist. He is only 11 years old.

Being watched by the Gryffindor Flower, no one would fail to notice, Hagrid noticed quickly, and he looked up in a panic to meet Candice's smiling blue eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hagrid, are you staying at school for Christmas break?" Candice walked over and sat next to him.

Hagrid said bewilderedly, "Yes, yes." In fact, he probably would have to stay in school every Christmas from now on, because his home...isn't home anymore.

Candice could feel his depression, she smiled and said, "I'll stay in school too, we can be together."

Hagrid looked at her unexpectedly: "Are you staying in school too, Miss Bell?"

"You can just call me Candice. Yes, I still have to stay in school this year. My dad is going on a business trip and can't come back. Instead of being at home alone, it's better to spend Christmas with everyone at school." She stood up and said, "I'll get you a Christmas present."

Hagrid just entered school this year, and since then he has been alone. No one wants to be friends with him, even his roommates dislike him very much.Of course, the other party has a reason to dislike him, because he raises prohibited animals in private, and those animals may be the only ones who accompany him.

Candice was the first classmate to show her love to Hagrid, and she is also the cutest girl in Gryffindor. She seems to be able to shine, she illuminates wherever she goes, and she also illuminates this dark and lonely corner of him at this moment .

Hagrid's eyes were red and he said, "I'll prepare a gift for you too... Candice." He called out Candice's Christian name jerky. Limon and the others did their homework together.

Fremont bit his quill in distress and said, "Sooner or later, I will die on the Potions paper."

Candice sat down and said, "What's the matter? Isn't the paper in this Potion class very simple?"

Freemont's eyes widened: "Simple?"

Candice was stunned, took her schoolbag and looked at the homework she had finished, and after confirming that she remembered the questions correctly, she asked him, "Isn't it easy?"

Euphemia couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth. She stared at Fremont, who lay on the table with a groan, complaining about the gap between a top student and a scumbag—she likes to see Fremont like this the most. He's so cute, so sincere, even handsome when he's complaining and cheating, ah...he's such a handsome guy.

Candice and Anita met each other's eyes, stood up and walked to Euphemia's side, whispered "change seats" in her ear, and pushed her to Fremont's side.

Euphemia was a little dazed, this is Candice's exclusive seat - Fremont stipulated.

Candice winked at her, saying that her British roommate could only help you so far. Euphemia had an epiphany, and looked at Fremont beside her with a blushing face. Fremont snorted and stared at Candice. He muttered, "Go to whisper to Anita again? I really don't know why you girls have so many whispers every day."

...Fremont Potter, you are so careless!Candice glared at him, took out her Charms homework and started writing.

There was harmony in the Gryffindor common room, but not in Slytherin.

"Are you going to stay in school for Christmas?" Malfoy leaned against Riddle and said, "Don't stay in school, just come to Malfoy Manor for a few days, I guarantee you will be satisfied." He said the latter sentence Sometimes, there is inevitably a bit of complacency in the tone.

Riddle didn't refuse quickly, he was thinking.

The Malfoy family is a pure-blood family with an extraordinary status in the wizarding world. His family's study room is a good place to go-maybe there will be books that record the residences of the existing ancient pure-blood families, and there may be the Gaunt family in it.

but……

"No need." Riddle slowly put away the quill, and said lightly, "I appreciate it. But I have other things to do while staying in school."

Walburga and Lucretia are sitting together, not far from them is Alphard Black, he is Walburga's younger brother, but the relationship between the two is not close, it seems that they have different ideas on some things , but that is the Black family's business, and has nothing to do with outsiders, they just watch the excitement.

"I heard that two people from Gryffindor also signed the detention list." Lucretia said, playing with the ring on her finger, "It's the half-blood giant, and... Candice Bell."

Abraxas raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and looked at Riddle without any trace, and the scene of Candice stopping Riddle that day appeared in his mind.They were a little far away, and he had planned to eavesdrop, with a simple little spell, but was knocked back by Riddle's warding spell.

Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but... losing to the Heir of Slytherin doesn't sound like it would be that hard to take.

But... Could it be that Bell was looking for him that day to talk about Christmas?

The atmosphere in the common room suddenly became a little weird. Riddle slowly stood up from his chair, threw the books on the table into his schoolbag, smiled slightly and said, "Merry Christmas, everyone, and see you after the holidays."

His black eyes looked over one by one, and everyone flinched from his half-smile eyes, including Lucretia who just brought up that sensitive topic.

"Merry Christmas, Tom," Walburga responded with a smile.

Riddle nodded, turned and returned to the dormitory, Abraxas touched his chin, packed his things and went back.

The holiday came as promised, and when the students boarded the train home, the whole castle was deserted.

However, the professors held a grand Christmas dinner for the students who stayed in school. Because there were not many students staying in school this year, they were all arranged to sit at a long table and enjoy the dinner with the professors.

Candice sat on the left of Hagrid of Gryffindor, and on the right... Sweeping at the green-lined school robe sleeve of the other party, Candice rested her chin with one hand, and tapped the spoon gently with the other, borrowing This is to hide your nervousness.

"Bless you, dear children, I wish you a Merry Christmas." Principal Dippet waved his wand, and the roof of the auditorium used magic to simulate the weather outside. Fireworks lit up. Candice watched excitedly, with the corners of her mouth raised high of.

Today the auditorium looks magnificent, with holly and mistletoe festoons hanging on the walls, and a dozen towering Christmas trees in every corner, some with little shiny icicles and others with twinkling lights. Hundreds of candles.

This kind of arrangement makes the place full of festive atmosphere even if there are not many people here, making it look lively.

After Principal Dippet finished his speech, there was a Christmas dinner on the long table. The house-elves of Hogwarts showed their special skills and brought out all their special dishes. Roast turkey, hills of roast and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, and bowls of buttered peas, in short—what a treat!

Candice's glutton was aroused by the aroma of the food. She broke off a chicken leg from the roast chicken, and when she was about to eat it, she suddenly thought that the person sitting next to her was not Fremont, who was familiar with her eating, but yes……

She belatedly looked to the right, and Riddle sat there sideways, facing her side, staring at her with black eyes without blinking.

...Suddenly felt that the chicken legs in front of me were not so delicious.

Candice weakly put the chicken leg on the dinner plate, coughed, and pretended to gracefully cut the chicken leg with a knife and fork, but... how inconvenient!Damn, I really want to eat it with my hands!Looking at the burnt and crispy chicken skin and the tender chicken, Candice's stomach growled.She glared at Riddle, who was resting his head on one hand, and couldn't care less about it anymore, and started eating chicken drumsticks.

Riddle wasn't very hungry.

Or in other words, he has learned to enjoy hunger after not having a full meal for so many years.

He just quietly watched Candice eat, she ate so deliciously, enjoyed so much, her mouth was full of oil, how could she look like a lady?

He casually took out the handkerchief from his pocket, squeezed it for a while, and then slowly handed it to her.

"Wipe it, you eat all over your face." He said with a little disgust.

Candice was stunned, took the handkerchief and whispered: "Really?"

She leaned towards him as if asking for proof, and their heads were very close to each other.This was the first time she had the opportunity to sit beside him openly. This feeling was so comfortable. The two of them were in different grades, and they were not in the same college. Usually, they couldn't sit together no matter they were in class or eating.Candice actually really wanted to try what it was like to take classes with Riddle, and she especially wanted to take Potions classes with him—I heard that when Professor Slughorn was at his peak, he added [-]% to him in one class. point!

It's simply a bonus maniac!

Candice and Riddle approached unconsciously here, and Hagrid, who was sitting on her left, seemed a little left out.Hagrid tried his best to focus on the food. He loved stewed meat the most. He used to eat a lot of it every time, but today...Look at Candice, she is so close to a Slytherin, but not to herself This Gryffindor, does she dislike him too?

Hagrid put down the knife and fork in frustration, and just as he was thinking wildly, Candice had already turned her head: "Hagrid, quickly try that roast turkey, it's not too delicious, it's much more delicious than my dad's roast .”

He's been cooking for himself since his mother died and his father freed the house-elves from the family.Candice has tried all kinds of failed dishes of her father, and she has a lot of credit in the history of his cooking getting better day by day.

Therefore, Candice is quite professional in judging the taste of food.

Following her line of sight, Hagrid snapped off the other leg of the roast turkey and finished it in two or three bites.

Candice was stunned, her eyes were wide open, and her surprised look was a bit funny. Dumbledore, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Riddle's eyes turned from Candice and Hagrid to Dumbledore's direction. Dumbledore always dressed up for festivals, he was a professor who liked festivals very much, and today was no exception.

He was wearing a wizard hat decorated with flowers, which looked a little funny, and Riddle curled his lips contemptuously, but soon, that not-so-friendly smile became a lot more sincere, because Dumbledore looked at him .

Their eyes met, their blue eyes staring into their black ones, and after a while, they both nodded at each other.

After eating the Christmas dinner, there is another more interesting show, that is, wizard color bag firecrackers!

Candice pulled one apart, and the firecracker exploded like a cannonball, engulfing her in a cloud of pink smoke.

Riddle was beside her, and he also suffered. His whole body was shrouded in pink smoke.

It took all his culture and reason to hold back from rushing out of the auditorium, away from this awful, vulgar Christmas dinner.

"Have you played enough?" He said restrainedly.

Candice came out of the smoke and said with a smile, "Look at Tom, it's a hair tie."

Riddle looked impatiently at the pink headband in her hand. It was pretty, very girly, and quite suitable for Candice, but he really didn't like that color, and there was a bit of disgust in his eyes.Seeing that he was not interested in the banquet, Candice couldn't help but pull him to let him smoke a firecracker too. Riddle sternly refused, but Candice took his hand and helped him open it.

The gray smoke suddenly rose, and Riddle's face was shrouded in ashes. Dumbledore in the teacher's seat watched with a smile on his face, and chatted with Professor Flitwick next to him from time to time. Professor Flitwick routinely told him a joke, So he smiled even more happily.

When the gray smoke faded, a candy appeared in Riddle's palm.

The small candy was wrapped in gray candy wrappers, and it was rare to see this kind of packaged candy. Candice wanted to take it to find out. Riddle was very unhappy with her behavior of forcing him to dismantle the firecrackers, so he closed his palms not to her.

Candice looked at him in surprise, wrinkled her nose and said, "So stingy? I just looked at it and didn't eat it."

Riddle directly stuffed the candy into his pocket. Although he didn't like this kind of sweet thing, as long as it could make her suffer a blow, he would be happy to do whatever he did.

Candice saw that he was unhappy, and when everyone was chatting and playing with firecrackers, she leaned into his ear and said, "Are you angry? Don't be angry, I just want to play with you."

Riddle leaned against the table, and said with one hand: "Want to cheat Tang? It's a bit clumsy."

Candice tugged at his sleeve and said, "It's not that you want to cheat candy, you still want to give me a big box of candy, am I pretending to cheat this one?" After she finished speaking, she snorted.

Riddle wanted to say why he gave her a big box of candy, or rather, why he didn't buy it at all.

But in fact, the box of candies had been quietly placed in his drawer, and no one could take it out.

Fidgeting to loosen his tie, he glanced at Candice, who was almost leaning on him, and caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. He looked over with a cold expression...it was the half-blood giant.

Hagrid was spotted by Riddle, and flinched back in a panic. Riddle looked at him with interest for a while, and stretched out his arms to wrap Candice's waist.Everyone was playing with firecrackers now, and the smoke was everywhere, and no one could see their intimate movements except Hagrid, who was very close to them.

Hagrid's eyes widened, as if he finally understood why Candice paid so much attention to a Slytherin.

It turns out...they are a couple? ?

A girl like an angel is actually dating a Slytherin?

Hagrid is a first-year student and a half-blood giant. It is conceivable that he was often bullied and insulted by Slytherin after he entered school. , still looking at that handsome boy with a smile, Hagrid only felt that the angel in his heart had been tarnished.

And most likely get hurt.

It has to be said that, in a sense, he got the truth.

Christmas ended with joy and sorrow among these families.

When December 31st approached, Candice once again boarded the Astronomy Tower that had hurt her so much.

In fact, Candice will still come here during the astronomy class, but at that time, there are other people with her, and many students are there, so she will not be left alone.Although Candice is extremely courageous, it is inevitable that she will have a little psychological shadow about it.

When she came alone, this shadow doubled.

Tightening the school robe around her body, Candice walked up the last step, and all her worries disappeared when she saw Riddle lying beside the stone railing with his back to her.

The night wind kept blowing his calf-length school robe. He rested his arms on the side of the stone railing and looked down at the scenery under the Astronomy Tower. Candice approached him a little bit, and he knew she was coming without even turning his head.

"Very punctual." He was still looking at the distant scenery, leaning there motionless.

Candice walked to him, looked into the distance with him and said, "Have you waited long?"

Riddle looked at her sideways, bent his mouth and said, "No, I just arrived."

Candice nodded, as if believing it.But in fact, he had already arrived, and had been waiting here for about three or four hours. Even he himself didn't know why he came early, and what he was worried about.

Afraid that she is afraid?

Or are you afraid that something will happen to her again?

No one could explain it, not even himself.

He just stood here, staring at the scenery for hours, never seeming to get tired of it.

Candice didn't share the wind with him, and quickly sat down cross-legged with her back to the stone railing.She didn't just sit down by herself, she even reached out and tugged Riddle's school robe to let him sit down together.

Riddle frowned and glanced at her, as if he was unhappy with her casual sitting down, Candice raised her head and said, "Just one clean up is all it takes, sit down, sit down, don't be so distasteful, We should have our cake."

Riddle said blankly: "It's not just dirty." He pulled out his wand irritably and cast a warming spell on her.

Candice felt a lot of warmth in her body, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Riddle coldly refused to respond, he frowned and looked at the ground, and finally sat on the ground like her.

In fact, how can there be so much attention, a person from an orphanage, who has never seen anything dirty, why would he mind sitting on the ground.

He just knew that the ground must be very cold this month.

"I sneaked into the kitchen and made this myself." Candice took something out of the pocket of her school robe that looked like a treasure bag, and the cake box cast a shrinking spell, as did the candle. She held a white wand, Seriously reciting a magnification spell, the cake was so big that it almost hit Riddle's face.

"Sorry!" Candice exclaimed, trying to make amends, but in the end Riddle returned the cake to an appropriate size with a cold face.

"Thank you." Candice brushed her hair back with a smile, and picked up two candles, "This one represents you, this one represents me. Let's spend this year together, each blowing one."

……childish.

He doesn't want to celebrate his birthday at all.

Every birthday reminds him of his cowardly mother.

Riddle's face was not very good-looking, and Candice was lowering her head to insert a candle, not paying attention.

When she looked up, he had no expression on his face.

"Come on." She pointed at the candle with her wand, "What if I also light up the fire?"

Riddle tightened the yew wood wand in his hand, his black eyes were condensed, and he said sarcastically, "How did you get an O in the Charms exam last year? Did Flitwick, like Meles, often stand Sighing at your table?"

Although he satirized her, he still did as she said.

Two candles were lit, and the faces of the two were illuminated by the flames. Candice smiled and said, "No, Professor Flitwick said I was very smart, the most gifted student he had ever seen besides you. "

Riddle said slightly contemptuously: "It can't be seen that he still likes to do charity."

Candice wrinkled her nose and said, "Praising me is doing charity? In fact, I really learned the spell very well—it was just an accident just now, it was an accident!" Merlin knew why she would cry every time she faced Riddle. Losing the chain, it is obvious that usually all the magic spells are created by hand, but every time he is in front of him, he starts to make mistakes in this way, as if he is eager to be ridiculed by him.

Riddle irritatedly swept the dirt off his school robe and decided not to discuss this topic anymore, it was too boring and pointless.

Then Candice urged him to make a wish.

Thinking back to that year, in Candice's bedroom, he was urged to make a wish by her just like now. The familiar feeling slowly came over, and his restless heart miraculously calmed down.

What wish did he make that year?

Oh, by the way, he said that year that the wish he made was to hope that her wish would come true.

So this year - there is.

Riddle closed his eyes, opened them quickly, and blew out the candle, leaving Candice dumbfounded.

"So fast again?"

Riddle twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It's your turn."

Candice started to make her wish with half-belief.

She clasped her hands reverently and made a serious wish to her candle. After a while, she opened her eyes and blew out the candle.

After the fire disappeared, they could only look at each other's faces by the moonlight.

Riddle asked her, "What did you wish for?"

"Didn't you say that when you express your wish, it won't work?"

"Didn't I also say that it was a lie to you?"

"...Okay. My wish is that my father is in good health, and..." She paused subtly, staring into his eyes and said, "I also hope that no matter what plans you have for the future, you can A dream come true."

Riddle was slightly taken aback, his black eyes stared at her, glowing extremely softly under the moonlight.

"What about you? What is your wish?" Candice asked him curiously.

Riddle was silent for a moment, and said: "What a coincidence. My wish is that your dream can also come true."

Candice was stunned for a moment, and the blush climbed up her delicate cheeks, making her look softer and more deceitful.

"Let's exchange gifts." Candice lowered her head and hurriedly took out the gift box in the pocket of her school robe. This time she did not make any mistakes when she used the magnifying spell.

Riddle looked at her big box, and casually took out a black notebook from the inner side pocket of his school robe.

The notebook is very ordinary, nothing special can be seen, Candice looked up and looked a little silly with a blank expression.

"Think this gift is too shabby?" Riddle asked casually, throwing the black book to her.

Candice quickly caught him. She took a quick look at him, lowered her head, and stroked the cover of the notebook cherishingly. name.

This is a notebook I bought from a Muggle.

Candice opened it curiously, and inside were sheets of snow-white paper with no lines.

"Try writing a line on it."

Riddle gave her another quill, and Candice gave him a puzzled look, but complied despite her doubts.

She wrote her name on the first page of the book, and when she took away the quill, the line of words suddenly began to fade, and then gradually disappeared.

Candice was extremely surprised, and looked at Riddle in disbelief. The corner of Riddle's mouth hooked, and he took out a black leather book from his arms. He opened the book and turned to one of the pages. On it appeared the words that Candice had written just now. name.

"This is amazing!" Candice exclaimed, "What I wrote got into your notebook?"

Riddle said calmly: "Yes. You read that right, it did run here. If you have anything to say in the future, you can write it down in the notebook, and I will see it here."

Candice was delighted. Actually, as students of two different colleges, they were not in the same grade. It was a bit difficult for Candice to contact Riddle. Apart from bumping into him in the corridor, or taking the initiative to find him, there was nothing else. There is a way.

It will be different with the notebook he sent, she can find him anytime, and write in it what she can't say to him in front of others!

Candice hugged the notebook in her arms, and said as if she had found a treasure: "Where did you buy it?" This notebook was obviously cast with superb magic. Could it be that the newsagent who sold the notebook was actually hiding in the Muggle world? the wizard?

Riddle's expression remained tepid, and he said shocking words in a soft tone: "Buy? No. I made this myself."

……self-made?

Candice looked at him, there was not even a hint of smugness on his face because of this, as if it was just too common.

Candice's eyes became a little more complicated, and she suddenly didn't want to catch up with his grades anymore.

Because she found that it was useless for her to try her best to catch up. He was too strong, not only in his grades, but also in the innovation and use of magic.

"You're amazing, Tom." Candice approached him unconsciously, and the warming spell began to fail. She was a little cold, but she didn't know how to put it on again, and just subconsciously approached him to keep warm.

Riddle squinted at her and pressed against his shoulder. She was cold, and it was a wrong choice to come to the Astronomy Tower for her birthday at the end of the year.They could have gone to the Room of Requirement, at least it wasn't so cold there.

Thinking irritably, his subordinates unconsciously added a warming spell to her, and the idiot girl was still talking: "It's like a double-sided mirror, there is no difference except that you can't see each other, it's just..." She slightly Looking at him hesitantly, they were so close, he could clearly feel her breathing, warm and familiar.

"It's just—is it only for leaving messages? What if you're away and don't see what's in the book? Will it prompt?"

Her question was so meaningless, Riddle pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, and said flatly, "I read it every night." He squeezed the black book in his hand tightly, and started to think wildly about Candice, thinking that he It was because of her that when I looked at the notebook once a day, I cruelly revealed the truth, "Because this is my diary."

He raised the corners of his mouth and watched the expression on the girl's face gradually change from shyness to frustration, with a perverted joy.

"Oh..." Candice was only lost for a while, then put the book in her pocket and put it away, raised her head and said, "Your gift is so good, I'm too embarrassed to take out mine."

Riddle stared at the big box and said coldly, "If it's a toy, then you don't have to open it."

Candice shook her head and said, "No."

"what is that."

"You can see for yourself." She said, pushing the box directly to him.

Riddle took it, opened the box casually, and saw what was inside.

It's not a toy, it's a scarf.

He froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected this.

Candice took out the silver-green scarf and said in a low voice, "Because I'm running out of time, I may not be very good at weaving it. You wrap it up first, and I'll give you a new one next winter."

She leaned over and tied a scarf for him. This was the first time a girl knit a scarf for him at Riddle's age.

In fact, as long as he thinks, there will be many girls who are willing to do that, but Candice is the only one who really does it.

When he first arrived at Hogwarts, he had seen the scarves of other students. They were all woven by their mothers. They were very delicate, and their initials would be embroidered on the corners of the scarves.

Riddle had no mother, and his mother died giving birth to him.

So no one can knit him a scarf.

He also disdains the woman who came back from the dead to knit a scarf for him.

His gaze moved down slowly and landed on the corner of the scarf, and he saw the low-key T·R embroidered with black thread.

Tom Riddle, the initials of his Muggle father that he hated.

He is in extremely complicated mood at the moment.

Resentment, jealousy, malice, mixed with warmth, difficulty and... heartbeat.

He couldn't calm himself down, so he frowned and looked at Candice. Candice helped him tie the scarf and didn't move away. She leaned half in his arms, and the cold winter wind blew by. Candice Ruth whispered, "I'm cold, Tom."

Riddle held his breath slightly, and directly hugged her into his arms.

Candice leaned in his arms, with his smooth and white chin in front of her eyes.

"Is it still cold?" He asked unenthusiastically.

Candice gave a low "um".

So, in the next second, Riddle unbuttoned the collar of the school robe, and directly covered her petite girl with the thick school robe.

Candice was "hidden" in his school robe, she raised her head slightly, and he just lowered his head. In the dark night, those bright black eyes stared at her blue eyes, and her light and clear eyes Color, it seems, can wash away all sins.

Wash away all the sins that owe friendship.

Riddle closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

It wasn't a kiss like the first kiss.

His cold lips were imprinted on her soft and warm lips, she held her breath nervously, he moved slightly, rubbing on her lips.

Candice felt as if her body had been struck by lightning, and she was too numb and stiff to respond.

The moon rises higher in the night, and the constellations in the sky shine brightly at the end of the year.

Candice leaned in Riddle's arms, and at that moment she felt that love was so beautiful.

It was beautiful enough to fill all the disasters and pains in her life.

At this time, she didn't know at all that in her future life, what created more disasters and pains for her was precisely the so-called love that made her feel blissful at this moment.