[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Although she received a notebook that can be contacted privately as a Christmas gift, Candice did not forget the box of candy she was thinking about.

On the way back, Candice chanted her candy in Riddle's ear tirelessly, but Riddle didn't bother, and just let her babble like that, walking steadily and fast, with his face completely motionless, which is really rare.

In the past, Candice dawdled for a few words, and he compromised impatiently or refused decisively. It is a miracle that he can persist for so long this time.

Candice herself was stunned, and she was a little bit speechless.

Then they reached Gryffindor Tower.

The fat lady stared at the two of them on the portrait, and after a while she said with an ugly face: "Do you want to come in?" The fat lady glanced at Riddle angrily, "It's not my fault that I didn't open the door this time, is it?" Miss Bell doesn't want to go in herself."

Riddle gave a polite smile—a smile that would have seemed much more genuine if he had put away his wand and smiled again.

"My candy." Candice said, tugging at his sleeve, "give it to me."

Riddle looked sideways at her, stared at her for a while, and there was some unspeakable confusion in his black eyes: "Haven't you ever thought that although I promised you, I didn't really do it? ?”

Candice opened her eyes wide and said quickly, "Why? You must have bought it a long time ago, last Sunday." She looked at the open common room door behind her and said softly, "Don't make trouble. Tom, give it to me, it's getting late, I have to go back to the dormitory."

The fat lady rolled her eyes in the portrait, so she also knew it was late?But it didn't matter at all, the fat lady was not in a hurry when the boy who always tripped her met her "rival", on the contrary, she was quite excited.

Riddle leaned against the door of the Gryffindor common room, glanced inside the door, and finally took out the candy that Candice was thinking of.

Merlin.What the hell is he doing.

Doing these stupid and naive things to achieve a certain purpose seems to be inexplicable.

You know, the latest product that Candice wants has a filling inside, and the third filling is butter beer. He is in the third grade and is not yet old enough to drink, so he can't buy this box of candy directly.

This also means that if he wants to buy it for Candice, he has to entrust someone else.

Thinking of Frank Knott's horrified and weird expression when he went to buy candy for him, Riddle's face was not so good.

He tapped the candy box with his wand a little annoyed, and the box returned to its original size.

"Take it, I'm leaving." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, intending to find a place to practice black magic to calm down, but the unsatisfied girl grabbed his sleeve again.

Riddle stared at the road ahead, standing there without looking back, looking like an ice sculpture.

Candice stepped forward holding the candy box, smiled and said to him, "Try one before leaving, Tom."

It must have been her way to make an inch of it. Riddle turned his head and was about to say something unfriendly, but his thin lips were parted, but he couldn't make a sound.

He opened his black eyes wide and looked at the girl beside him in surprise. She had peeled off the candy wrapper at some point, and stuffed it directly into his mouth when he turned his head.

Her delicate and soft fingers inevitably touched his lips, and he passively ate the candy almost without warning.

Honeydukes products, as long as they are not particularly sweet, generally taste pretty good.

Riddle doesn't like sweets because Dumbledore, whom he hates, loves sweets.

But Candice likes to eat.

She always forces him to eat, this is not known how many times.

The three-layer candy melted between his lips and teeth, and when the last butterbeer melted into his taste buds, it seemed that even the wind blowing in the castle brought a sense of intoxication.

"How is it?" Candice asked him with bent blue eyes, "Is it delicious?"

She carefully put her hands behind her back, and secretly rubbed the fingers that touched his lips just now... His lips were so soft and cold, she couldn't help but think of the kiss on the Astronomy Tower, and she blushed again for a moment.

Riddle showed no expression, he opened his mouth to speak, but this time he still failed to make a sound.

A heart jumped out of his mouth.

He frowned, and his expression suddenly became very cold.

"...I knew that there must be some kind of conspiracy behind you insisting on that box of candies."

He spoke with cold words, which made Candice shudder.

...I just fed him a candy, but he seems very angry?

Although there was a little "sequelae" after that candy, but...he couldn't be so angry, right?

Candice thought the scene where he vomited his heart would be funny, but now she found that not only was it not funny, but it was also kind of scary.

The older Riddle got, the more awe Candice felt from the bottom of her heart.

This feeling is especially strong now.

Candice's eyes were red, and she wanted to escape subconsciously, so she ran into the door of the common room with the candy box in her arms. Riddle watched her disappearing into the door from afar, and stretched out his wand and recited the Flying Charm.

So Candice ran halfway, and found that the candy box in her arms had returned to its original owner.

Candice stopped and looked back, and saw that Riddle was holding the box of candy in his hand, and directly used a raging fire.

The candy box burned violently under his spell, leaving no ashes behind.

Candice's clear eyes widened. She wondered if it was because she was so shocked that she forgot to blink, so her eyes were sour. In short, she felt her cheeks were wet.

She suddenly felt very, very sad.

She pursed her lips, stared at Riddle who was looking at her blankly for a moment, and walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

The door to the Gryffindor common room closed again.

The fat lady leaned against the picture frame and said: "Mr. Riddle, with all due respect, if you treat a girl like this, she will leave you sooner or later." She yawned and said leisurely, "Where is the gift you sent out?" Is there any reason to take it back? You actually burned it in front of her? Merlin, I'm afraid you don't know how popular Miss Bell is in Gryffindor?"

Riddle looked at the fat lady without saying a word, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, the fat lady snorted softly and closed her mouth.

Only then did Riddle look away, and turned away from the Gryffindor Tower.

Slytherin's dormitory is in the cellar, a little distance down from the Gryffindor tower. Fortunately, Hogwarts is currently on holiday and there is no curfew, but even if there is a curfew, it is equivalent to a privileged class like Riddle. Yu Wu.

On the way back to the cellar, the words of the fat lady rang in Riddle's mind from time to time.

His black eyes were dim, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly grasping his wand.

In fact, he should have done it a long time ago, shouldn't he?

Always compromising only fuels Candice Bell's arrogance and makes her think she can do anything to him.

He shouldn't give her that illusion, he should make her fear him, respect him, and even fear him like everyone else.

He is destined to become a great wizard beyond Dumbledore, and he will make everyone kneel at his feet, look up to him, and submit to him.

Don't even dare to mention his name.

Candice Bell, he shouldn't have allowed her more opportunities to touch his bottom line.

Even if he has a conspiracy, it's a bit too much now.

Shouldn't.

He did nothing wrong.

Exactly.

but……

Why are you so upset lying in bed, you can't even read a book.

Riddle threw away the book in his hand irritably, picked up his wand, and hurriedly left the castle, aiming for the Forbidden Forest.

The animals in the Forbidden Forest suffered a lot that night.

And so the Christmas holidays are over.

After the students all returned to school, Hogwarts came back to life again.

Candice has always been bitter about Riddle burning her candy for a simple joke.

After that night, she didn't want to talk to him very much.

When eating in the auditorium, she stopped looking at the long table opposite, and left quickly to go to class after eating.

She was always accompanied by a large group of Fremont and the others. Under such circumstances, even if Riddle wanted to find her, he had no chance.

Even Fremont, who has little sense, also discovered the accident between them.

He whispered excitedly to Candice in class: "Candice, have you finally recognized Riddle's true colors? Are you really breaking up with him this time?"

The quill in Candice's hand paused, and she said after a while: "See what his true face is?"

"Of course it's the true face of sinister, cunning and full of evil." Freemont said as it should.

Candice couldn't help smiling: "He's not as bad as you said."

Freemont said bitterly: "You are a fan of the authorities, and I am a bystander. I can see clearly that that guy has no good intentions. It is a very wise choice for you to break up with him."

"We haven't broken up." Candice put down her quill and sighed, "...it's just that I've been busy recently, so I don't have much time to contact him."

Freemont let out an "oh" in disappointment, and said after a while: "Then I hope you will be busy in the future."

Candice raised her forehead helplessly, and winked at Euphemia who was sitting on the other side of him. Euphemia hesitated to talk to Fremont, and Candice was a little anxious. When would she be able to let Fremont What about Limon's enlightenment?

In fact, Candice did not lie.

Still thinking about that box of candy is one reason, but she is indeed very busy recently.

When school reopens, there will be a Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Slytherin in early February.If they could win this game, Gryffindor would have won three consecutive victories, and their house points would double, surpassing Slytherin.

Even, if they work hard, they can score more points in the March and May games, and maybe even compete with Slytherin in the House Cup.In the reality that Slytherin has dominated the House Cup for many years, this possibility is too tempting.

So, of course, Gryffindor must try his best to fight for it.

As soon as Candice has time recently, she will be dragged to training. Freemont is also one of the team members, and he knows it best.

The weather was not very good today. It had just drizzled and the field was in a mess, but Captain Wood still insisted that they all come to the field and insist on training.

"Cheer up everyone! For Gryffindor, for our honor, what's the colder weather and a little rain? Hey, Fremont, listen to me and don't whisper!" Wood rode on Looking at Fremont displeasedly from the broom, Fremont had to give up whispering to Candice and obediently lay on the broom.

Candice glanced at him with a smile, and flew a little higher, listening to Wood's detailed explanation of the new tactics.

As a Seeker, Candice is in the most sensitive situation, because once she catches the Snitch, it means the game is over. If the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin at that time is not too big, then Gran Fendo wins.

In view of the fact that Candice and Fremont have brought Gryffindor a great strength improvement after joining the academy team this year, the members of the Slytherin academy team did not miss their training today.

After Wood used a protective spell to prevent the people in the Slytherin stands from eavesdropping, he said to Fremont, "Since you like to be a flower protector, then give you a chance, Fremont."

Fremont raised his head and said, "What?"

"You come to protect Candice, and try to distract those who interfere with her during the game. Slytherin's style of play is very brutal. You have also experienced it in the game in November. Candice is a girl. I worry about them. It will be cloudy again." Wood said with a serious expression.

Before Fremont could speak, another boy, Longbottom, raised his voice and said, "Can Fremont do it alone? There are a lot of Slytherin seniors this year, and it was because of this loss last time that we took it." No. 2, maybe we need two to protect our Seeker?"

Candice glanced at him in surprise, Longbottom blushed and looked at her, and in the next second Fremont stood between them.

"One is enough. There are seven of us. One of them is the goalkeeper. What about the Bludger and the Quaffle? That's not like telling Slytherin - hey buddy, shoot us." Let's open the door!" Wood flipped over and imitated in a strange tone.

Longbottom was a little disappointed, but he still obeyed the captain's arrangement.

Candice looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds came over again, and it seemed that there were signs of heavy rain.She let out a breath, white air appeared in front of her, and then slowly dissipated. Candice added a few warming charms to herself, but it was still a little cold.

Suddenly feeling like a light on her back, Candice turned her head to look, and met someone's black eyes in the Slytherin stands.

Her heart skipped a beat, she immediately looked away, and rode a broom to change direction, completely turning her back on him.

Riddle stood in the stands with Abraxas next to him.

Abu wrapped his school robe tightly, and cursed softly: "If it's not for seeing what tactics they are going to use in this terrible weather, I will never come here."

Do you think it's a coincidence?Slytherin's unbiased Seeker was Mr Malfoy.

Regarding the honor of the academy, Abraxas was unambiguous. Although they won the final in November, he also saw the strength of Potter and Bell, who newly joined the Gryffindor team, in that match. They just need to get used to it, they will be very strong when they get used to it, and he doesn't want to lose to them.

As soon as Abraxas was in place, he began to stare at Candice closely. The girl's slender figure was spinning and flying in the air, and the ponytail made of long golden hair was like a glittering golden ribbon, shining even in the cloudy sky. glow.

She did fly very well, better than many senior and experienced players. If the golden-red school robe on her was not too obtrusive, Abraxas might not be able to help but admire her.

Wait, appreciating her? ? ?

What the hell, he's not someone like Lestrange who can't figure out the situation, how could he have such an idea?

Abraxas looked at Riddle standing next to him with a pale face. They were in the front row. He lay flat on the fence, quietly watching the sky,

After a few seconds, he turned away.

"???" Abu asked loudly in confusion, "Where are you going?" But he didn't get a response.

The gray-blue eyes weighed the Gryffindor team and Riddle's back. Abraxas felt that the House Cup was more important at the moment. It seemed that Riddle didn't want him to follow, so he shouldn't go. Join in the fun.

So, when Candice looked at the Slytherin stands again, she could only see a golden head.

It was Malfoy, and Riddle was gone, leaving him and a few members of the Slytherin Quidditch team.That guy's hair color was really close to Candice's. Candice was upset when she saw it, she retracted her gaze and made a few fake moves, grabbed the Golden Snitch, and ended this round of training.

When they were about to start the next round, there was a rumbling thunder, and big raindrops fell on the students who were still flying. It was really painful.

Wood looked at the weather with a dead face, looking like he wanted to scold Fark.

In the end, due to the sudden torrential rain, today's training ended under Captain Wood's unwilling announcement.

Even so, everyone was drenched. Candice got off the broom and kept using quick-drying spells and water-repellent spells on herself, throwing one on Freemont from time to time, but the rain was too heavy, and the effect was directly hit. fold.

When they finally returned to the castle, the hem of their robes was already covered with muddy water, and their hair was all wet.

Candice's face was pale, leaving watermarks on the ground with every step she took, and she couldn't help sneezing.

"Ah—the flower of Gryffindor has turned into a drowned chicken. This picture is really pleasing to the eye."

Malfoy's slightly raised and long voice came, and Candice looked over with a frown. He walked there alone with his hands in his pockets. Facing a large group of them, Gryffindors were not only not afraid, but also provocatively said with a smile: "Need Senior, can you use a quick-drying spell for you?"

Candice snorted, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and was about to leave.

Abraxas was tall and had long legs, so he stood in front of her in three or two steps.

"Don't rush away, you should say thank you if you don't need it, your father is also the director of the Ministry of Magic, hasn't he taught you the basic etiquette when getting along with others?" Abraxas held his wand , he was also on the field, but he looked meticulous and elegant-could it be that there was something wrong with her spell?

Candice tried to use a quick-drying spell on herself again, because it was no longer raining after entering the house, and the effect was a little better this time, but she was still dripping.

Malfoy laughed when he saw this, as if she had made some terrible joke.

Candice glanced at him in embarrassment. Fremont came back slowly, and just caught up now. Seeing this scene, he rushed forward without saying a word, and blocked Candice.

"Mr. Potter." Abraxas put his hands in his pockets and said meaningfully, "I don't need a girl to protect me this time? Can you face me yourself?"

Fremont frowned and said, "Shut your mouth and get the hell out of here, Malfoy, or I'll go to Professor Dumbledore."

Abraxas sneered and said, "You can only go to the professor, Potter, is that all you have?"

"It's fine if it works, or are you really not afraid?" Freemont also sneered.

Abraxas glanced at Candice, who was standing behind Fremont with a funny face, feeling inexplicably insulted.He wanted to say something else, but Wood had already taken the others a step forward, and that posture was obviously about to bully more.

The timing was not right.

But it doesn't matter, he can bend and stretch.

Abraxas glanced at Fremont contemptuously, tapped him with his wand and said, "Don't be alone in the future, Potter, or you will suffer."

After a routine verbal threat, he turned around smartly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor with his long platinum-blond hair fluttering.

After he had completely disappeared, Freemont turned to check on Candice's situation.Candice was not idle just now, because there were too many of them today, and she was not worried about what Malfoy would do to Fremont, so she didn't help, and gave Freemont enough face to let him protect her.She had been standing behind him just now, casting a quick-drying spell on him. She definitely didn't treat him as a practice object, absolutely not!

"Thank you, Candice." Freemont smirked and looked at the almost dry clothes on his body, "Why don't you use them for yourself?"

Candice touched her cheek and said, "It's not just for you to use up, take a rest."

This reason is really clumsy. After finishing speaking, Candice was about to dry her clothes. She already knew what was wrong with her, but before she could say the spell, the other hand hanging by her side was crushed. people caught.

She stared blankly, it was the expressionless and powerful Riddle.

He ignored the others and pulled her away.

"Hey……"

Candice wanted to say something, but he didn't give him a chance at all. The Gryffindor team watched this scene with different eyes. Freemont wanted to step forward to stop him, but Riddle waved his wand directly, and a white light hit the scene. On the ground in front of Fremont, there were quite a few potholes in the ground.

Freemont's face turned green.

Candice also frowned.

Although that seemed to be just a warning and didn't really hurt Fremont, but for Riddle's behavior of threatening his classmates with a spell... Well, it seems that students in Slytherin House like to do this?Didn't Malfoy threaten Fremont when he left? ... Is this the legendary college generation gap?

Candice was dragged to a corner full of thoughts, and after she stopped, she was about to tell him about scaring Fremont just now, when she was taken aback by his actions.

Riddle held the wand in his slender hand, and without chanting a spell, he just waved it, and Candice felt refreshed from head to toe.

...his spells are much better than hers.

But he didn't even need her thanks, he turned around and left after finishing the job.

Candice stared at him with wide eyes—so, he didn't feel that it was too much to take back and burn the things he gave away, but instead he started a cold war with her because of her little awkwardness?

Candice's face turned green now.

Was her behavior really that excessive?

She just fed him a candy. Although the candy was a bit interesting, it was just a joke.

Even if they weren't officially a "couple," they were at least friends.

If it had happened between her and Fremont, or any of the other friends, it wouldn't have been a problem.

Maybe Riddle...he's just different.

Candice lowered her eyes in frustration, and stood there for a long time before walking away again.

The relationship between the two was deadlocked.

Not even on Valentine's Day.

It continued until the Quidditch final came.

The weather this day is much better than the training a while ago, at least there are no dark clouds, and the sun can still be seen.

The referee for today's game is Professor Flitwick. As the head of Ravenclaw, he has always been very notary.

Candice walked onto the field in her game uniform, and Gryffindor cheered enthusiastically from the stands.

She looked together with other teammates, Euphemia and Anita pulled up banners for them, and Louise kept holding the magic ribbon, and the whole Gryffindor stand was so lively that it was as if they had won.

This justifiably caused Slytherin's dissatisfaction.

The students wearing silver-green scarves swept the stands next to them in disgust. Neither side gave way to the other. Before the game even started, they almost fought in the air.

Riddle stood in the middle of a silvery green, with Walburga and Lestrange beside him, and Rozier and Avery behind him.As the core of the academy, they put on an elegant air and didn't hate Gryffindor with the lower grades, but the expressions on their faces were not very good-looking.

Riddle should be the most indifferent and calm among them.

He had no interest in the savage sport of Quidditch itself.

He didn't even bother to look at the broomstick.

Flying on a broom seemed downright stupid to him.

I really don't understand why people around me are so enthusiastic about this sport.

Looking at the members of the two colleges gradually rising into the sky, Riddle stared slightly, thinking that one day, he would be able to fly without any tools.

It wasn't the first time Candice played against Slytherin, but it was the most nervous one.

No one expected that the Gryffindor Quidditch House team would achieve such a good result this year, and they all had high hopes for today's game.

The girl was riding a broom, and after Professor Flitwick flew onto the field on a special broom and blew the whistle, the game officially started.

Candice focused on the form of the field. It stands to reason that she is a Seeker. At the beginning of the game, she can't pose too much threat. Usually, everyone pays more attention to using the Quaffle to get the ball. Fly and dodge Bludgers.

But Slytherin's tactics were different today.

They have a brilliant idea.

In order not to let Gryffindor's points surpass them, they also took a ruthless hand.

Yes, ruthless, literally ruthless.

Mulciber was riding on a broom and swooping towards Candice. He didn't seem to want to slow down at all, with a nasty smile on his lips. He wanted to knock Candice off the broom.

Candice immediately turned and flew the other way, but Mulciber also turned and chased her.

Candice looked back, that guy was very difficult to deal with, and flew very well, and then looked at Fremont, who was arranged by Wood to protect her, and was being killed by another Slytherin player, Dolojo. Husband pestering.

Oops.

Candice thought something was wrong in her heart, so she accelerated her flight speed and used a feint to narrowly avoid the impact of Mulciber.

This guy is just crazy.

Candice's heart was pounding, and at such a speed and distance, if she fell off the broom, her arm would be broken.

Can't lose.

Can't fall down either.

Candice bit her lip, tightened the broom handle in her hand, and rushed directly into the teammates who were snatching the Quaffle.

Mulciber cursed, but still did not give up on hunting down Candice. Wood finally discovered the anomaly and went to help Fremont avoid the troublesome Dolohov himself, and then Fremont escaped to help Candice. .

Seeing Fremont flying over, Candice breathed a sigh of relief, and just as she breathed a sigh of relief, a Bludger was led by Slytherin's female team member Naomi Goyle and flew towards her. Goyle dodged one step ahead, but Candice saw her first, and then saw the Bludger, which was blocked by her tall and strong body!

Everyone's hearts were hanging, Candice tried her best to fly, and the Bludger would pass over her face, leaving a bloody mark-this is much better than being kicked off the broom, right?

But she failed...

"Damn it! How could they do this?!" Anita yelled angrily from below the stands, "Vicious Slytherin! This is a foul! It's a foul!"

The Gryffindor commentator was also dissatisfied with this and questioned loudly, but Professor Flitwick did not call Slytherin a foul.

After all, the Bludger wasn't a Slytherin player hitting Candice with his own hands, it's very aggressive and will follow the closest player to it and spontaneously knock players off their broomsticks, theoretically, Slytherin There's nothing wrong with what the female players do.

Dumbledore was sitting on the teacher's bench, his blue eyes were always fixed on Candice, and it was obvious that he was also worried about it.

Fortunately, Candice hasn't fallen yet.

She just had a wound on her face that was bleeding, but she didn't take it to heart at all, didn't wipe it off, and joined the battle again.

The Gryffindor players were furious, and they also began to learn from Slytherin, stumbling the opponent's Seeker. Abraxas, who had been leisurely looking for the Golden Snitch, finally became the target. Limon and Wood's pursuit, frowning and looking at Candice at the other end of the arena—is that girl born with the physique to catch the golden snitch?She was the first to see the Snitch again!

Abraxas flew towards Candice at the fastest speed, and the people on the viewing platform also saw the Golden Snitch. They cheered nervously, the voice was so loud that it almost rang in the ears.

Riddle stared intently at Candice, whose face was bleeding. In fact, she was injured a lot. Slytherin's Quidditch was... really rude.They tried their best to squeeze her off the broom, and the senior boys forced her to flip and dive in dangerous positions several times, and almost fell several times.

She was probably covered in bruises.

However, the Slytherin players had a good sense of proportion, making Professor Flitwick anxious but unable to judge them for fouls, not to mention how annoying.

Oh, of course, it was Gryffindor who was angry.

But in the Slytherin stands, there was also a person who was not very comfortable.

Riddle's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist. As soon as the Golden Snitch appeared, Abraxas and Candice got entangled. Abu both wore blonde hair, and if it weren't for their different uniforms, in some quick flashes, people wouldn't even be able to tell which of them was which.

"You are finished, Candice Bell!" Malfoy said viciously in the air, "The Snitch is mine, get out of the way immediately, or you will suffer!"

Candice doesn't even look at him, completely undisturbed by him, and runs right up to the Snitch through a wall.

Abraxas secretly thought that it was not good, and he didn't care about that much anymore. He forgot all his self-cultivation and demeanor, and savagely interfered with Candice. The two almost fought while riding on a broom.

"Is Malfoy crazy?" Louise raged. "What the hell is he doing? How could he do that?! Candice is hurt!"

Euphemia watched the scene anxiously - Candice was kicked away by Mulciber when she was about to catch the Golden Snitch, Malfoy was behind, and pushed her mercilessly, Candice After riding a broom several times, it barely stabilized.

But she couldn't stop, she had to catch the Snitch, and if she stopped a little bit, Malfoy would get ahead of her.

Candice took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in her body, and rushed straight towards the Snitch. She seemed to be dying, completely ignoring Mulciber and Dolohov, approaching Malfoy, and seeing the other party reach out to touch the Snitch Instead of kicking like the Slytherin players, she just slammed into him so hard that Malfoy was knocked unconscious.

This is an act of hurting one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred. Her physical strength is running out, and Fremont is still helping her to block other people, and her forehead is also painted. Candice can't put all her hopes on it. on him.

She had to catch the Snitch while Malfoy was in a daze.

Grasping the broom tightly in her hand, Candice's blue eyes burst into a frightening brilliance, and she flew around in a frightening way—almost in an S-shape, avoiding the Slytherin players Caught the Snitch dangerously before hitting the fence.

Professor Flitwick blew the whistle for the end of the game in fear, and said loudly: "Candice Bell caught the Golden Snitch, 320 to 197, Gryffindor wins!"

All the Gryffindors jumped up with excitement, and it felt like the viewing platform was about to collapse.

but……

They shouldn't be happy so early.

Although Candice caught the Snitch, something happened a second before Professor Flitwick announced the end of the game.

A Bludger was lured by Slytherin's Naomi Goyle, and Candice was caught off guard while catching the Golden Snitch, and was knocked down by the Bludger.

No one expected it to be this way.

Dumbledore didn't expect that either.

After the excitement, people saw Candice fall straight to the ground, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Candice felt severe pain all over her body, and the strength in her hand also loosened, but she still didn't let go.

She lay weakly on the ground, her face full of pain and she raised her hands vigorously.

She was telling everyone - the Snitch was still in her possession, and Gryffindor had won 100%.

Dumbledore glanced coldly at Naomi Goyle, who was riding on a broom with a strange smile, and quickly rushed to the arena.

Riddle stood among the silent Slytherins, staring intently at the blond girl who fell to the ground surrounded by Gryffindor players, and squinted slightly at Naomi Goyle.

Gore shuddered all over, and looked in the direction that made her stand on end, but saw nothing.

There were not many people left in the Slytherin stands.

They all went to watch the fun.

Or rather, a joke.

Gryffindor beat them and became No. 1 in the current Quidditch standings - Candice Bell fell off the broom, and they really wanted to say a good job to Naomi Goyle.

but……

Look at the flower of Gryffindor. She was hugged by Dumbledore in pain. Her face was bruised and her neck was bruised. It is estimated that there are not many good places under the uniform.

It seems to be seriously injured.

Riddle was better at observing than anyone.

What others can see, of course he can see too.

He stood behind the crowd, and the Slytherins made a way for him, but he didn't move forward.

He stood there, watching as Dumbledore picked Candice into his arms and hurried him to the hospital wing.

The last thing he could see was her weakly lowered hand that was still holding the Golden Snitch stubbornly.

idiot.

He frowned irritably and loosened his tie vigorously.