[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice checked into the hospital wing.

She broke several ribs and injured her arm, which was relatively serious, and the minor injuries covered her whole body, all of which were the masterpieces left by the Slytherin players.

Candice was lying on the hospital bed and moaning in pain. Mrs. Hill said helplessly while applying medicine to her back: "I said it a long time ago, girls are not suitable for playing Quidditch. Merlin knows you girls Why do you still love that sport so much?"

Candice smiled while she was in pain, her cheek was pressed against the bed, her expression looked a little distorted: "Quidditch is a very charming sport, Mrs. Hill. We won three consecutive victories for Gryffindor-this is It’s something that hasn’t happened for many years, so what’s the point of getting hurt like this?”

Mrs. Hill: "Really, then I hope you can still laugh when your bones grow at night."

Candice wailed: "Is the potion of bone-making that I drank last time gone?"

Mrs. Hill was strangely silent for a while and said, "It's specially made, child, not every time."

After taking the medicine, Candice turned over, looked at the ceiling and said, "This is such a pity..."

Mrs. Hill shrugged, turned and left.

In fact, Candice could have drunk the less painful bone potion, but Dumbledore was obsessed with other things at the moment-he thought Naomi Goyle of Slytherin was in the game. If you violate the rules, you should be disqualified from the competition in the future, and you are discussing this matter with several professors.

Slughorn said with a sly grin, "Oh Albus, you're a little too nervous about your students. I don't think Miss Gower did a foul, it was a fake before Felius announced the game was over." Isn’t it an action? We all know what the attributes of a Bludger are, and Miss Bell’s injury can only be said to be her negligence—”

"So it happened to attract the Bludger at that second?" Dumbledore glanced at Slughorn and said flatly, "You should know more about the inside story than I do, Horace. You are Slytherin Dean, you're supposed to be watching your players the whole time you're watching a game—you don't know what they're making eye contact with, or discussing secretly before a game."

Slughorn's expression became a little ugly, and he said after a while: "Dumbledore, I hope you have evidence to make this accusation, otherwise I..."

"Oh, of course, Professor Slughorn, of course I have evidence." Dumbledore chuckled and said with blue eyes, "I never make accusations without evidence, you should know that."

Of course Slughorn knew, which made his expression even uglier.

"One student can prove that before the game, Miss Gower had a private discussion with several other Slytherin players. Once they found out that the game might be lost, they would try their best to make the Gryffindor players eat something." Bitter." Dumbledore said lightly, as casually as if he was just discussing the weather, but the amount of information revealed in his words was really great.

Since it was discussed within Slytherin, this certifiable student must be from Slytherin House.

"Traitors" emerged from among them.

Slughorn frowned tightly, and heard Dumbledore continue lightly: "If you don't believe me, you can move to my office, and you can see that authentic and reliable memory in the Pensieve."

Principal Dippet stood up when he heard this: "If there is really reliable evidence for this incident, then maliciously planning to hurt classmates during the game, such students are indeed not suitable to be players again, which is against the spirit of sportsmanship." He walked a few steps, "I'll go and see with you, Albus."

Dumbledore stepped aside slightly to get out of the way, and glanced at Slughorn seemingly inadvertently. The latter turned his head away awkwardly, with an expression of indescribable guilt.

As it turns out, Dumbledore never really fought a battle he wasn't sure of.

The memory he showed Principal Dippet.It's pretty visual proof that Naomi Gower orchestrated the accident a second before the end of the game.Participating in it were Mulciber and Dolokhov.

After Principal Dippet returned to the principal's office, he announced his decision with a cold face.

"I don't think Miss Gower is really fit to play Quidditch, Horace. Disqualify her as of today - as for the other participants, as they did not directly cause the accident at the end of the match." Accident, penalty point warning, do you have any opinion on this, Horace?"

Slughorn pursed his lips and said, "May I know which student the memory that proves everything came from?"

Headmaster Dippet looked at Dumbledore, who smiled and said, "I'm sorry Horace, but for the safety of that student, I don't think I can disclose this."

...Keep safe, listen, you are telling all the professors present that once the Slytherins know who "betrayed" Goyle, they will definitely gather to deal with that person.

In fact, it won't be that bad.

Slughorn had nothing to say, and he left angrily.

Dumbledore suppressed his smile, exchanged greetings with the others, and left.

He walked in the corridors of Hogwarts, and students greeted him from time to time.

He nodded mildly each time until he bumped into Tom Riddle.

Riddle walked towards him with his schoolbag in his hand. He was alone at the moment. He stared at Dumbledore undisguisedly. Dumbledore smiled at him. This was the first time.

Riddle twisted strangely in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He greeted him very calmly, and then left here.

Dumbledore glanced back at his back—probably no one would have imagined that the memory that proved Naomi Goyle was unsportsmanlike and planned to retaliate against her classmates came from this seemingly very Slytherin boy.

Night is coming.

Candice was lying on the hospital bed, frowning. The bone-growing potion was working. Mrs. Hill originally planned to let her drink some sleeping potion, so that she could escape the pain in her sleep, but Candice refused.

During the day, Fremont and the others wanted to see her, but Mrs. Hill stopped them because Candice needed to rest.

Candice knew Fremont very well, she knew that if she couldn't see her during the day, he would definitely come at midnight, so she didn't take the sleeping potion, she couldn't let her good friend miss it.

After the curfew, the medical wing was completely quiet. Candice was lying on the hospital bed in unbearable pain. Soon, the curtain beside the hospital bed moved. ?is it you?"

A wave of light flowed through, and the invisibility cloak was stretched open. Freemont came out and said nervously, "Are you feeling better, Candice?"

Candice forced a smile and said: "It's much better, the skin trauma is healed, but it's more difficult to grow bones."

Freemont stepped forward and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his caramel-colored eyes were full of worry, he stared at her for a while, and patted her back gently, trying to calm her pain in this way.

Candice gritted her teeth in pain, and said palely: "It's very late, you shouldn't take risks."

Freemont was silent for a while before he said: "If you have long bones, don't you usually drink the sleeping potion? Is it because you guessed that I will come, so you didn't drink it?"

It was rare for him to be smart, and Candice was very surprised. Seeing her expression, Fremont frowned and said, "I'm not an idiot, I just react slowly."

"No, you are not slow to respond to everything, you are very talented in Quidditch and pranks." Candice justified his name.

Freemont snorted softly and said, "Originally, Mia and the others would also come together, but I think it's inconvenient to have too many people, and you may have fallen asleep, so I came alone."

Candice nodded and said, "You're right, if they all come, your invisibility cloak might not be too crowded."

"It can be squeezed, but..." He said awkwardly, "I'm a boy, and the three of them are girls, no matter how you look at it, it's not very convenient."

Candice couldn't help laughing and said: "It seems that our Mr. Potter has finally grown up and knows the difference between men and women. When I used the invisibility cloak with you before, you didn't realize it."

Fremont answered quickly this time, with an indescribably serious expression: "You are different from them."

Candice was startled, and after a while she said, "Well, we are best friends." She smiled.

Fremont frowned, and whispered, "It's not just because of this."

Candice opened her mouth but did not make a sound, and Fremont continued: "Don't be nervous, Candice, I know what you think, and I also know that you don't like me-like in that sense. Let's do it Best friends are fine, but I want you to remember that no matter what time comes, if you need me, I will definitely be by your side."

This is already the most calm and restrained confession that Fremont can say. After he finished speaking, he quickly stood up to leave, but he stopped at the curtain and said with some guilt: "I will become stronger soon. Yes, Candice. I will let myself protect you, and what happened in the game today will never happen again in the future."

After saying the last sentence, Fremont put on the cloak of invisibility and left.

Candice lay on the hospital bed and looked at the direction he left, not even feeling the pain in her long bones.

More than one Gryffindor had said that Fremont liked her.

She never took it seriously, she just felt that they had misunderstood.

She tends to think that he is just too familiar with her, so he is so close to her and cares about her so much.

After going to school, he met more girls, and he would divert this excess emotion.

but.

Euphemia is gentle and beautiful, but Freemont has always regarded her as a friend.

Candice lay flat on the hospital bed, the pain of growing ribs made her groan.

Fremont's words today made Candice notice what she had overlooked, and she had to think about how to deal with this relationship.She didn't want to lose Fremont as a friend, and she also wanted him to be happy, so she had to let him get rid of that idea as soon as possible.

But how to get him to stop thinking about it.

Candice curled up in a ball on the hospital bed, agonizing over this very real problem.

Not long after, a voice sounded behind her, scaring her so much that she almost choked on her saliva.

"I thought you weren't in pain."

It was a somewhat cold voice.

And very familiar.

Candice turned around with difficulty, and saw Riddle standing by the window expressionlessly.

With a wand in his hand, he came quietly, and he didn't know when he came.

Candice stared at him quietly with wide blue eyes, without speaking.

Riddle took a few steps forward, curled the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile appeared on his handsome and picturesque face.

"Have so many things to say to Mr. Potter, but nothing to me?"

"...you were here already?"

"I probably shouldn't be here, maybe I should rest in the dormitory, who knows?" Riddle's speech was as rambling and incomprehensible as always, and even sarcasm and sarcasm, which made Candice feel uncomfortable.

"Why don't you show up here? How did you make us unaware?" Candice sat up on her back, frowning tightly because of the pain, her forehead was covered with sweat.

Riddle looked at her coldly: "Perhaps this is a bit difficult for you to understand, but Miss Bell, all you need is a disillusionment spell and a confusion spell."

Candice was at a loss for words.

She supported the bed with one hand and covered her ribs with the other, grinning with pain.

Riddle watched her quietly for a long time, and finally stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed and supported her precarious body.

It was rare that Riddle didn't feel cold, probably because the medical wing was very warm, and he had really stood here for a long time.

Thinking of her conversation with Fremont and the words Fremont said before leaving, Candice felt a little guilty for some reason.

She barely sat leaning on Riddle's arm, and Riddle's indifferent voice was next to her ears: "If you feel pain, lie down, do you sit up on purpose to let people pity you because of your pain?"

Candice looked at him a little angrily: "Can you stop talking like that?"

Riddle pursed his thin lips and shut up.

"When you came to see me, can I understand that you are worried about me?" Candice asked, staring into his eyes.

Riddle smiled coldly: "If thinking like this makes you happy, of course you can think so."

"What do you mean I can feel happy?" Candice frowned, "You are obviously worried about me. You have come here a long time ago, so you heard the conversation between me and Fremont, right?"

"Yes, it's a pity that I heard everything verbatim. Do you need me to extract the memory for you to keep?" Riddle said indifferently, "It happened that I heard Mr. Potter's confession to Miss Bell, maybe Miss Bell didn't believe it, but I was much more embarrassed than you at the time."

Candice held her ribs and suppressed: "Can you talk properly, why did you suddenly become like this? You were not like this before."

"What was I like before?" Riddle moved closer to her, so close that they almost kissed, "Do you think what you saw before was the real me?"

Candice froze, looking at him in disbelief.

"Maybe what you see now is the real me, Candice Bell." Riddle looked at her with a strangely cold but affectionate eyes, "Didn't you say you like me? Then you Do you want to be with me for real?"

"...really together?"

"Really become boyfriend and girlfriend." Riddle's voice was very soft, but very present, "Do you want to?"

Want to?

This question is so pointless.

How could Candice not want to.

She bit her lip and stared at him, even if she didn't speak, he knew the answer.

"If you want, then your chance has come." He slowly withdrew his hand behind Candice's back. Candice lost weight unexpectedly and fell directly on the bed, sweating coldly in pain, "I will Let you see the real me." He said softly under Candice's painful and incomprehensible gaze, "I didn't behave as well in front of you before, it was just a disguise to maintain a friendship. You know—— I'm a Slytherin, didn't Gryffindors always think Slytherin was evil?"

"I haven't thought about it that way." Candice denied with a gasp.

"Of course, you've always been very fair--very ridiculously fair."

"you……"

"This is me, Candice." Riddle changed his tone to a slightly gentler, looked down at her from top to bottom and said, "Now I will give you a chance to truly become my woman."

Candice's eyes widened.

"You'll see some of the real me, as I am now—maybe with all the bad, cruel, twisted nature that you people see, but it's not the worst."

He bent down little by little, narrowing the distance between the two of them. Under the moonlight, she couldn't see any expression on his backlit face.

"If you are willing to accept me like this, if you can really stand beside me without any scruples—then, I will gradually let you see the whole of me." He slowly raised his hand, gently stroking Passing Candice's face, Candice trembled.

He lifted the hand holding his wand again, and for a split second Candice thought he was going to hurt her.

His eyes are terrible, they don't look like the eyes a 14-year-old boy should have.

But that was the look in his eyes.

Riddle stared at her intently, his wand resting on her heart, his thin lips opened and closed, uttering an extremely complex and melodious ancient healing spell, and Candice soon felt no pain in her long bones.

"Good night. Looking forward to your performance."

After finishing all this, Riddle straightened up, smiled politely at her, and left without looking back.

Candice propped her arms on the bed, panting and looking in the direction where he disappeared. Although she no longer felt the pain, she was sweating even more.

Candice stayed in the hospital wing for a few more days before being released.

She returned to class with a heavy heart, and learned about Naomi Goyle's expulsion from the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"No wonder Slytherin has been looking at me so horribly lately." Candice rubbed her arm and glanced at Malfoy who was coming across. Rozier and Nott were behind him, staring at her.

Freemont blocked Abraxas' line of sight with a blank face. What is rare is that Abraxas did not mock him, but just walked past them with an indifferent expression - this was absolutely impossible to happen before thing.

Candice couldn't help but glance back, but Abraxas happened to turn around too. I have to say that, as the heir of the Malfoy family, he looks very handsome, whether it's platinum-blond long hair or exquisite facial features , are impeccably perfect.

Abraxas frowned and looked at her, looked her up and down, then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled inexplicably, withdrew his eyes and accelerated his pace to leave.

Not right.

Very wrong.

It's not just Candice who thinks so, but everyone else too.

Fremont frowned and said, "Malfoy didn't take the initiative to provoke? I'm ready for a fight."

Euphemia said with lingering fear: "Yes... Seeing the look in his eyes when he walked over, I have even figured out which way to go to find Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible."

The corner of Anita's mouth twitched and said: "It's not that scary, Malfoy is a bit abnormal, but his look just now is much more comfortable than before."

Louise echoed: "Yes, at least he didn't look at me with dirty eyes this time."

Candice and Fremont looked at each other and went to class thoughtfully.

This strange atmosphere lasted until the final exam.

After Candice knew that Goyle was expelled from the discharge team, she always thought that she would be targeted by Slytherin, or even besieged.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with her. She already knew that the reason why Goyle was expelled from the discharge team was all caused by Professor Dumbledore.

But nothing.

Most of Slytherin were very hostile to her, but no one actually took a shot at her.

Candice held her breath, she didn't relax, nor did she continue to be on guard, even her preparation for the exam was in a bad state.

In order to keep her grades, Candice began to frequent the library.

This also means that she will most likely meet Tom Riddle, a frequent visitor to the library.

She did see it, too.

She finished her review that day and was about to leave with her schoolbag in her hand. When she inadvertently raised her eyes, she saw that familiar figure from behind.

Riddle had grown taller again, and he already looked like a youth.Right now, he is leaning against the bookshelf in the restricted area, flipping through the books in his hand lightly, the dim light illuminates his handsome side face, he really deserves to be the school grass of Hogwarts, that face is really enough Attractive, I am afraid that no girl in the four colleges can really resist his charm.

He quickly noticed Candice, raised his eyes slightly, maintained the original posture, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

Candice hesitated, then raised her foot and walked towards him.

Riddle seemed surprised, he closed the book in his hand, but did not turn the cover of the book away from her as usual, so Candice saw what book he was reading this time.

""Deciphering Advanced Dark Arts"?" Candice paused, "Are you reading a book about black magic?"

Riddle said casually: "Miss Bell wants to give a lecture?"

Candice looked behind her and saw no one around, so she lowered her voice and said, "You are violating school rules! Hogwarts prohibits the study of black magic!"

Riddle smiled meaninglessly and said, "Research prohibited? Are you going to report me?"

Candice frowned, looking a little angry, Riddle said without emotion: "I don't know who stipulated the black and white of magic. Black magic is also a kind of magic, you can't deny this, Miss Bell ? Since it is a kind of magic, why can't a wizard with magical power learn black magic?"

Candice said with an ugly expression: "Black magic is evil, Tom, not only in Hogwarts, but in the entire wizarding world, black magic is forbidden."

"Prohibition-oh, of course, it is of course banned by Jin Yong in the British magic world. But do you think that just relying on a nonsense ban can make everyone stop using black magic?" He held it with one hand She wrote a book and got a little closer to her, "What's more, the ban on the use of black magic, such a stupid act, is just because those people are afraid of the powerful power brought by black magic. Those cowardly and incompetent people, they can't control the black magic. If you don’t use magic, just accuse it of being the embodiment of evil. In this regard, the Germans are much more confident than the British, and Durmstrang has a special course on black magic, as you should know.”

Candice said stiffly: "I know, but... even if black magic can make people strong, it will inevitably damage the wizard itself. And it's not only black magic that can make people strong, normal magic can also— —”

"Normal magic?" Riddle hooked his lips into a smile, "Do you think black magic is abnormal?"

Candice was speechless, and Riddle continued: "Then according to what you said - normal magic, do you think it can also make people stronger?"

Candice nodded: "Yes, I think so."

"I don't think so." Riddle straightened up abruptly, and said coldly, "Look at those stupid and arrogant people in the magic world, how many have real power?"

Candice said without thinking: "Professor Dumbledore has it. He doesn't use black magic, but he is also very powerful."

Riddle's expression became colder because of her example, and he said directly: "Discussing this with a Gryffindor-I'm too stupid. Miss Bell is going to your beloved Professor Dumbledore Report me?" He pulled out his wand, expressionless, as if looking at a stranger and said, "If that's the case, then I'm sorry, I'll probably forget about you with it."

Candice stared at him in shock, completely unaware that one day he would say such things to her.

Riddle looked at her without changing his expression, as if he didn't think that his words and deeds would hurt her at all.

Candice was silent for a long time before she said hoarsely: "I will not report you."

When Riddle heard this, his reaction was not to relax his guard, but to frown.

"I thought you knew that the reason why I don't want you to study black magic is not because of any prohibition." Candice clutched the sleeve of her school robe tightly and said, "I just don't want you to get hurt because of it. Black magic is very dangerous, even if You don't agree that it is evil, but you also cannot deny its danger." She turned her head, stubbornly not looking at him, and whispered, "I just don't want anything to happen to you."

After speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave. She felt that she couldn't stay any longer. She felt that she was about to suffocate. The repressed emotion was choking her throat. She wanted to wait for the summer vacation to come back to solve the problems between them. But it seems that she doesn't have the ability to solve it.

Riddle stared at the figure she wanted to leave, grabbed her by the collar before she took a step, and pulled her back like a chicken.

Candice struggled hard: "Let go of me, don't pull my hood!"

Riddle let go quickly, and Candice was released, but she almost fell due to inertia. It was Riddle who held her, but she just fell into his arms.

"You..." She wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak when she met Riddle's black eyes.

"Isn't it because I broke the school rules that I was prevented from studying black magic?" he asked, his tone much gentler than before.

Candice felt that they seemed to have returned to the past. She was a little sad for a moment, sniffed and said, "I'm not a professor or a school administrator. It's none of my business if you violate the school rules."

Hearing this stubborn tone, he was obviously angry.

Riddle stared at her, and slowly, he softened his tone: "Just don't want me to get hurt?"

"...Do you have to ask me again what I said once?"

"It doesn't have to be, I just want to listen to it again."

... Candice has nothing to say.

She was hugged by him, and the two leaned against the tall bookshelf. Candice didn't like the atmosphere in the forbidden book area very much. It was a bit depressing and full of danger, just like the "Advanced Black Magic" he still held in his hand. Decryption".

Candice stared at the book irritably and asked him: "Do you have to read this kind of thing? I don't know what it means? You are already strong, aren't you?"

Riddle hugged her and said, "It's not enough. It's not enough." His hoarse tone carried an indescribable enthusiasm, "This is still far from my goal, and I will become stronger." And I will surpass Deng Bullido.

He was very wise not to tell Dumbledore's beloved the last words in his heart. Candice stared up at him, and he looked down. Candice met his eyes. After a while, she asked him: "No Can you see it?"

Riddle smiled and said, "No."

"Are you all Slytherins like this?" she wondered.

Riddle thought for a while and said, "Yes."

"..." Candice took a deep breath and said, "Even if I never talk to you again, you won't give up on these things?"

Riddle didn't answer this time, he was silent, just looked at her, but silence is sometimes an answer.

Candice broke away from his arms, and he stood there, watching her adjust her school gown.

"Can't you accept me like this?" Riddle asked her without any desire for knowledge.

Candice looked at him angrily: "You are playing with fire!"

"You should know, Candice." Riddle said extremely patiently, "These things... If I want to, I can keep it from you, just like before."

Candice was slightly taken aback.

"You've never found out what I'm reading before, have you?" he asked casually, stating the facts softly, "I could keep you from finding out for the rest of my life if I wanted to. But I showed it to you, you know What does this mean, I told you." He brought up the topic in the medical wing again, "This is just a part of me, if you can't accept this level, then you don't have to expect that I will give you something different from others.”

He was so calm that he said coldly, "Then it doesn't matter to me whether you still talk to me or not."

Candice stood there stiffly, and it was Riddle who left here first.

The hem of the Slytherin school robe slowly disappeared at the end of the bookshelf, and Candice leaned there, struggling to digest what he had just said.

Black magic, this is something Candice has never touched, and she dare not touch it.

But the Slytherins, they all seem to enjoy working on this.

A large part of those who once followed the Dark Lord Grindelwald were from Slytherin.

Riddle was a Slytherin, and in that atmosphere, perhaps he had no choice?

No, stop being funny, how could a man like him have no choice?He is probably more passionate about the Dark Arts than anyone else.

Candice was very irritable, and she stopped going to the library to read books, and directly borrowed books and went back to the dormitory to read.

As the exam was approaching, the whole Gryffindor was immersed in a painful atmosphere. The students who had played for the whole school year were full of fear for the future exam. Only Candice couldn't wait for the exam to come.

After the exam, she can go home.

When she got home, she no longer had to worry about running into Riddle at school one day, and then reminding her of the conversation in the library that day.

DARK MAGIC... DARK MAGIC...

Damn black magic!

Candice finished writing the last letter, handed the test paper to the proctor, and was the first to leave the test room.

Is it necessary to study black magic?

Is black magic just that good?

Candice was walking by the black lake, picking up stones and throwing them into the water. The giant squid surfaced in the daytime, and she seemed to be in a good mood, but Candice didn't touch its tentacles. It, the giant squid, was a little unhappy and came waving its tentacles. Candice ran away and made a face at it.

After the grimace was done, he happened to see Riddle passing by the window in the corridor of the castle.

He smiled blandly, with a Slytherin girl beside him.

Candice had an impression of her because she was in the same grade as her, and she was very beautiful, a famous beauty in Slytherin.

It's Greenglass.

Candice paused, and Riddle glanced out the window casually, seeing her as if he hadn't seen her, and continued to talk gently with Greengrass, who smiled like a beautiful tulip, extremely beautiful.

Candice's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the giant squid's tentacles splashed a large amount of water. Before Candice walked too far, the water of the Black Lake splashed all over her.

She stood there in embarrassment, Greenglass in the castle heard the noise and looked out, just in time to see her covered in lake water.

Greengrass smiled coquettishly and pointed at her as if she were a funny clown.

Riddle looked at her lightly, and didn't know what to say, Greengrass smiled even more happily.

Candice couldn't take it anymore, she clenched her fists and ran away quickly, her eyes turned red as she ran.

She didn't pay attention to the road, and when she entered the castle, she bumped into a tall boy.

The other party let out a cry of pain, Candice raised her head hastily, and met Malfoy's blue face.

"Are you a sandbag?? Candice Bell???" Abraxas asked displeased.

Candice knew she was wrong, and apologized directly: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Abu saw that he was covered in lake water after being hit by her, and he took a breath and said, "You are so dirty! Did you just crawl out of the black lake? Water ghost??"

The corner of Candice's mouth twitched: "It was just accidentally splashed into the water by the giant squid's tentacles!"

"Then you don't know how to clean it?" Abu asked incredulously, and quickly cleaned the stains on his school robe. After seeing that the expensive school robe on his body was clean, his complexion improved a little.

Then, for some reason, I used one for her.

Candice looked at him in surprise, and Abu frowned, as if he also thought it was weird—in fact, it wasn’t too weird, the weirdest thing was seeing her get hurt because of him during the Quidditch match, In the end, the Bludger attracted by Gore hit the ground, and he was inexplicably guilty and worried.

What a hell.

Abraxas's face was pale and ugly, he rudely pushed Candice away and hurried away, Candice glanced at his back for some unknown reason, and returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

Summer vacation is approaching, and the Hogwarts Express departs on time to send all the students away from school.

Candice sat in the Gryffindor box, lying on the table, and asked the people around her with complicated emotions: "Do you think... black magic..."

Before she finished speaking, Euphemia was startled.

"What are you talking about Candice?" Euphemia widened her eyes and said, "Dark magic?"

Fremont leaned over and said, "What? Black magic?"

Candice pursed her lips and said after a while: "It's nothing, you heard it wrong."

Euphemia breathed a sigh of relief, but Anita said, "It seems that I heard it right, are you talking about black magic?"

Louise looked at her thoughtfully, but didn't agree.

Candice shook her head and said, "You really got it wrong."

"...Okay then." Anita pursed her lips.

Fremont stared at them for a while, then wrote a note and pushed it in front of Candice when everyone else was sleepy and started to sleep.

Candice glanced down, the note said: Do you want to learn black magic?

Candice felt that it was a hot potato, and immediately threw it back, frowning and shaking her head seriously.

Freemont thought for a while and wrote again: But you did mention black magic just now.

Candice wrote: I just read the book and thought about it, and wanted to discuss it, but seeing them were scared, so I didn't mention it.

Fremont took the note, read it and wrote: Black magic is dangerous,