[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Before Candice gave the Golden Snitch to Riddle, maybe only some people in Gryffindor knew that they were in love, and those in other colleges were not very clear or half-believed.

But after she did that—the whole school knew about it.

After the Quidditch match that day, Slughorn, who left with Dumbledore, had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at the Slytherin stands from time to time. If Dumbledore hadn't suddenly accosted him, he might have gone straight up to find him. people.

"Horace, this month's Quidditch final may still be Gryffindor vs. Slytherin."

Dumbledore said casually, smiling, and kindly responded to the students' greetings.

Slughorn looked away unwillingly, and smiled with his chubby belly: "I think the Slytherin players have found a way to deal with Gryffindor. This time the game will be even more exciting."

Dumbledore gently reminded: "As long as there is no such barbaric behavior as last year, no matter who wins or loses, it is worth celebrating."

Slughorn paused, and after a while he said, "Of course not, you can rest assured, Albus, I will never allow any student to imitate Miss Gower. But..." He drew his tone , After observing Dumbledore's expression, he asked casually, "I've always been curious who in Slytherin gave you that memory? It's been so long, maybe you can tell me?"

Dumbledore blinked mysteriously: "Sorry, Horace, I want to tell you too, but I have made an oath that I will never reveal any information about that student."

Slughorn straightened his hat and said with a chuckle, "Really? He's really a thoughtful student."

"Yes, this is probably the difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor. If you are a Gryffindor student, you probably won't do anything against sportsmanship from the very beginning."

Being thrown a nail by Dumbledore, Slughorn pursed his lips slightly and said: "...Actually, I don't really care about winning or losing Quidditch, after all, even if I failed in the last match last year Win, but the House Cup still belongs to Slytherin."

Dumbledore didn't seem to care about this very much. He smiled casually, as if deliberately humiliating Slughorn, which made Slughorn even more unhappy.

He returned to the cellar with a dark face, and just a few seconds after sitting down, he waved his wand and cast the Patronus Charm, letting the Patronus pass the message.

It was Riddle who had just walked to the door of the cellar who received the message.

He handed the schoolbag to Abraxas beside him, and said softly: "The dean is looking for me, you go back first."

Abraxas nodded and didn't say much. He and the others watched him leave. After he walked away, Lestrange, the pioneer of gossip behind him, started.

"Let's take a gamble." Lestrange eagerly said.

Walburga leaned on Lucretia, smiled and said, "What are you betting on, Francis? You are planning to donate Galleons to us again when you lose every bet?"

Lestrange said displeasedly: "I'm not necessarily going to lose this time, let's place a bet, let's take a bet-when will Tom abandon Candice Bell and completely ruin Gryffindor Flowers for Dumbledore."

Eddie Rozier stepped forward and said, "I think the time is almost here. I bet twenty Galleons that he will abandon Bell before Christmas."

Avery squeezed in and said: "I don't think so-it's just won now, and the relationship may not be very deep. If you get rid of it right away, Bell may not be too sad. I think Tom will wait for a while before getting rid of it." Her, then... at the end of this semester." He threw ten Galleons to Lestrange, "I'll give you ten."

Seeing that they were having a good time, Walburga also came over to make fun of it: "I also bet ten, just like Avery, at the end of this semester."

Lucretia said with a smile: "Then I will be different from you." She said excitedly, "I remember that Bell's birthday seems to be around Christmas—I'll be on her birthday." Give Lestrange ten Galleons.

Holding his chest full of gold coins, Lestrange asked Abraxas who had been silent all the time contentedly: "What about you, Abu? When did you press?"

Abraxas directly took out a handful of Galleons and smeared his face, and said viciously: "When I crush you to death."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Lestrange raised his face from the Golden Gallon, and said with a horrified and strange smile: "As expected of the heir to the Malfoy family, what a generous move! But when did he say he was coming?"

Mulciber came from behind and said lazily, "He said——when you're crushed."

Lestrange was taken aback, his face darkened.

Potions professor's office.

Slughorn was sitting there grading homework, which happened to be his, when Riddle gave the password to go in.

He walked slowly to his desk and saw Slughorn writing an O on his homework.

"Perfect thesis, Tom! You always surprise me."

Slughorn praised him with admiration, and Riddle bowed his head humbly, like a good student.

Slughorn stared at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't be so restrained, Tom, it's not the first time you've been here, sit down."

Riddle sat down obediently, looked up at him slightly and said, "Dean, what do you want me to do?"

There was nothing wrong with the tone of his question, and he didn't feel guilty at all, which made Slughorn temporarily unable to determine the somewhat wild guess in his mind-yes, it was indeed a wild guess, wasn't it?Anyone who betrayed Slytherin would not belong to Riddle, but... thinking of those candidates mentioned by Naomi Goyle, the only one who could have a relationship with Candice Bell was Riddle. Del up.

He was a little surprised at the last meeting of the Slug Club. Although he had heard a little bit about the relationship between Riddle and Candice Bell, he never believed it to be true. After all, a student like Riddle is enough Attracting girls, there are dozens if not dozens of girls who have had scandals with him, and most of them are just the girls' self-imaginings.

In Slytherin alone, there are many girls who fantasize about developing with Riddle.

If Bell hadn't given him the Snitch during the Quidditch match and Riddle had accepted it, Slughorn would never have doubted him.

"I think you can also guess why I asked you to come here, Tom." Slughorn stood up, walked around the desk, leaned against Riddle and said, "About the previous Quidditch That scene at the game... I thought, can I get your accurate answer?" He stared into Riddle's eyes without missing any traces, "You and Miss Bell... who are you now?"

Slughorn didn't explicitly ask if they were in a relationship, and he gave him a decent opportunity to retort.

But the reality is that Riddle didn't hesitate.

After he finished asking, he said calmly: "As you can see, professor, we are in a relationship."

Slughorn's expression was not so pretty now.

His face froze, he returned to the desk a little bit, sat down and said softly: "Miss Bell is a Gryffindor, Tom."

Riddle looked at him in surprise: "Can't you fall in love with a Gryffindor student, professor?"

Slughorn held back for a long time before saying: "No, no, of course I didn't mean that, I was just a little surprised, I thought there were so many girls in Slytherin for you to choose from, and you would give priority to choosing this college. "

Riddle smiled slightly and said politely: "Thank you for your appreciation, Professor. In fact, although those girls seem to be very fond of me, because I came from a poor background, there are not many options for real relationship development."

This is true.

Although those ladies from aristocratic families are very enthusiastic, who can really marry a student from an orphanage?His pedigree is not necessarily pure, and those pure-blood families will not allow such unknowns to exist.Slughorn had no idea that Riddle was a Parseltongue, so he couldn't find any rebuttal to his reasoning at the moment.

After a while, Slughorn said in a vague way: "Then do you think Miss Bell will? I have met her father a few times. Mr. Bell is the competent director of the Ministry of Magic. He treats his only daughter very well." Very important."

Listen to this, even though he usually seems to be very fond of him, but when it comes to the issue of background, Slughorn also looks down on him.

Riddle didn't show the disgust and impatience deep in his heart at all. He smiled very politely: "Candice invited me to visit Bell's house last year, but it was delayed because of Mr. Bell's business trip. I think this year There will be a good opportunity to get to know Mr Bell formally."

Slughorn was at a loss for words now.

He also knew that he couldn't go around and talk about the subject anymore.

This time he was silent for a long time before he wanted to ask, but before that, Riddle stood up and took the initiative to bring up the matter that was difficult for him to talk about.

"Actually, it's just like what you said, Professor. I'm very clear why you invited me here today." The tall and straight young man stood in front of the desk, with a restrained and gentlemanly smile in his black and white eyes, he Slightly raising the corners of his lips, he said slowly and politely, "Some time ago, I felt very sorry about Miss Gower. I believe you have been looking for the Slytherin student who 'betrayed' her. So in this matter , I can share a little for you."

Slughorn looked at him in surprise. "You know who it is?"

Riddle smiled and said, "I have guessed for a long time, but I haven't been 100% sure, so I didn't inform you soon, but now I have enough evidence."

"who's that person?"

Riddle spit out a person's name without changing his face, and even said the names of a few students who could testify and came from pure-blood families.Such an impeccable candidate, coupled with those unquestionable witnesses, cleared Riddle's suspicion in minutes.Slughorn's expression relaxed a little bit. He looked at Riddle with loving and admiring eyes. They seemed sincere and earnest, but in reality they were illusory and impermanent.

Candice didn't know what happened to Riddle.

As the person who sent the Snitch, she herself didn't feel any regrets, but after a long time, people around her were always talking about her and Riddle, and her determination wavered a little.

It's not just other people's comments, but also the people around her, mainly Fremont's reaction.

Fremont was depressed every day. He used to always wait for her to act together, but since that Quidditch match, he has been avoiding her consciously or unconsciously.

Candice knew what he was thinking about, but she didn't think it was a bad thing. If he could wake up earlier and give up his affection for her, then don't contact her if he doesn't contact her for the time being.

As long as it's not a complete breakup, it's fine.

However, Candice underestimates Fremont's feelings for her.

Everything in Fremont was affected, even Quidditch.

In the game against Ravenclaw, Gryffindor lost very upset - because of Fremont's mistake.

Flying on his broomstick, he looked pale at the Ravenclaw Seeker, who narrowly caught the Snitch before Candice, as the Ravenclaws had brilliantly interfered with Candice, And Fremont stood there without moving.

Candice turned her head to look at Freemont, and Freemont stared at her for a while, then slowly turned his head away.

Candice didn't say anything, she was just a little disappointed, but Captain Wood wasn't just disappointed.

He scolded Fremont excitedly, and left the field angrily with his broom.

Candice slowly landed on the ground. Everyone thought that they would be able to compete with Slytherin again this month, but because of Fremont's mistakes, they even lost the chance to go to the finals. Actually... Actually, they can't Totally blame him.

Candice thinks she's involved, too.

She stepped forward to talk to Freemont, but Freemont ran away with red eyes.

People gradually left the field, and soon she was alone in the empty Quidditch pitch.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was hanging there, golden and warm, but Candice couldn't feel any warmth.

She rubbed her arm, and left the arena through the corridor with a heavy heart. Just after walking out of the corridor, she saw Riddle waiting there.

He should have been waiting for a while. There were a few fallen leaves on his shoulders. Candice walked over silently and picked them off for him.

Riddle raised his head, looked at her and said, "Thank you."

Candice shook her head and walked forward with the broom silently. Riddle suddenly stretched out his hand towards her. She was stunned and looked at him in puzzlement. He took a broomstick in his hand.

Candice was taken aback, and said "Thank you" in a low voice. Riddle raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stood in the sun and watched her and said, "We feel that, based on our relationship, it doesn't seem necessary to be so polite."

Candice stood there without speaking, and Riddle's tone was light: "I won't thank you again in the future."

Candice was still thinking about Fremont, feeling a little disoriented, her eyes fell on Riddle's hand that was helping her to carry the broom, because his hand was holding the broom, his wrist was protruding from the sleeve of the school robe, she The bracelet that was given to him when he was 12 was still worn on his wrist perfectly. As time passed, he got taller and his wrist got thicker, so the bracelet became a little tight.

Candice pursed her lips, touched the bracelet and said, "I'll make another one for you sometime, it seems a bit small."

Riddle swept his wrist along the way, chanted a spell in a low voice, and the bracelet became a suitable length: "No need to trouble, just one spell is enough."

Candice stared at the bracelet that had become just the right size, raised her head and squinted at him and said, "It looks like you can wear it for a lifetime."

Riddle stared at her for a while, then changed his tone and said, "Are you in a better mood?"

Candice was startled and nodded.

Riddle didn't speak. He held the broom in one hand and pulled out his wand in the other. He cast an unknown spell, and the broom flew away by itself.

"It will go where it should go, as for you." He held her hand and led her towards the big tree not far away, "Come with me."

Candice passively followed him to the side of the thick tree, and the two sat on the ground with their backs against the tree trunk. The breeze brushed their cheeks, and Candice, who was sweating a little after the intense exercise just now, felt a burst of coolness.

"You don't seem to be all upset about losing the game."

Riddle sat sideways beside her, his perfectly contoured profile facing her, and Candice looked a little dazed.

"I think it may have something to do with Mr. Potter?"

Although what he said was only his guess, he just didn't doubt the authenticity of the guess at all.

Candice's troubles from the previous period all returned to her heart at this moment, she looked away from Riddle's face, tugged at the Quidditch uniform on her body uneasily, and sat there without saying a word.

Riddle looked at the top of her blond hair, she lowered her head, not daring to face him, she had no idea that every time she felt aggrieved and annoyed, she would avoid looking at him like this.

Riddle was quiet for a long time before speaking again: "Our relationship has alienated Mr. Potter from you."

The facts were told, and Candice had nothing to hide. She rested her chin on one hand and looked into the distance and said: "You are right, he has been in a bad state recently, and he made a serious mistake in today's game. Captain Wood is very sad." Angry, Freemont should be feeling very sad right now."

"Oh, why don't you try to persuade him?" Riddle said leisurely.

Candice closed her eyes and said, "I won't go." She pinched the leaves that fell on her and said while fiddling with the leaves, "I will only annoy and embarrass him more if I go now. She frowned slightly, "... You were also there in the medical wing that day. You should be very clear that under the current situation, I should stay away from him even more, otherwise it will only become more entangled."

Riddle leaned there and did not speak, but it was not difficult to see from the arc of his mouth that he was very disdainful of Fremont Potter, a homosexual who had no ability to win a girl's heart, but only messed up other things.

Candice didn't bother to mention her own affairs anymore, she turned her head to look at Riddle, who put away her contemptuous expression long before she turned her head, and his face was calm.

She couldn't understand his look as if nothing troubled him, and nothing could trouble him, so she said a little angrily, "Tell me about you."

Talk about him?

Riddle raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed to be asking: What is there to say about him?

Candice stared at him for a long time before saying nonchalantly, "You forgot? I haven't." She poked his shoulder and said, "That day at the Slug Club party, Do you remember how you answered Professor Slughorn?"

Riddle leaned against the tree trunk, with the breeze blowing the shattered hair on his forehead, he said in a low voice with thin lips, "It's a bit old, you're only asking now, in case I forget, are you still Will be angry?"

This is said as if she is a vexatious person.

Candice glared at him, and said irritably, "Why didn't you confess that you went with me?" It is also very rare to say.

Perhaps because of this rarity, Riddle rarely explained to her the reason why he did so patiently.

"Remember Goyle who was expelled from the Slytherin house team?"

"Remember, what happened?" That was all last year.

"Guess why she was fired?" Riddle squinted at her with interest.

Candice was stunned for a moment. She was actually not very clear about the process of this matter. Like most people, she only knew that Professor Dumbledore had contributed to this matter, but specifically why she was expelled...

"Why?" Asked if she didn't understand, Candice was still very honest on this point.

Riddle didn't seem to want to tell her directly. Seeing his old habit of beating around the bush again, Candice couldn't help pressing his shoulder, and asked anxiously: "Why on earth, tell me quickly?"

She really wanted to know, as could be seen from her expression and eyes.

Riddle was shaken by her shoulders several times in a leisurely manner, and when he felt that the books in his arms were about to be shaken out, he grabbed her hand and said unhurriedly: "Because someone reported Gore .”

Candice opened her eyes wide and said, "What?"

Riddle smiled, that smile was handsome and elegant, with a slight air of dejection and decadence, with a kind of aristocratic and decadent beauty.

"Some Slytherin students gave Dumbledore a memory... About Goyle discussing with other players before the game, once it is determined that they can't win, they have to make the Gryffindor players suffer-especially It's you." He said with burning eyes, "Principal Dippett thought her behavior was unsportsmanlike, so she was expelled."

……

……

Could it be so?

Candice stood there in shock, before asking stiffly for a long time: "Slytherin students... gave Professor Dumbledore this memory?" She looked at him inexplicably, "Who is it?"

She really couldn't figure out why the students in Slytherin would give this memory to Dumbledore, and let Dumbledore destroy the players of the Slytherin house team?Isn't this betraying your own academy?They were Slytherins, not Gryffindors. They might not be happy when Goyle did that, so why would they report it afterwards?

Riddle slowly suppressed the smile on his face, he watched her quietly for a while, and said, "What do you think?"

Candice grabbed his hand belatedly: "It's you?!"

Riddle turned his head a little annoyed, looking surprised that it was him.

Although he has found a scapegoat.

But once that kind of thing is done, it's hard to forget.

What the hell had he gone crazy to do that?

Is it because seeing that she was really designed by Goyle, she fell off the broom and was covered in bruises?

Why should he really care about her scars?

And why... He could smell her in the love potion.

There are many problems, maybe not only he can't figure it out, Dumbledore probably can't figure it out either, so at the beginning, he doubted the authenticity of this matter like that, and doubted that he had any other plans.

"...That's why you answered Slughorn like that, you don't want him to know about our relationship." Candice took a breath, tightly grasped Riddle's cold hand, and said with a tangled expression, " He must have been looking for the student who leaked that incident, and you are worried that he will find out that it was you."

Riddle was noncommittal, but that was okay, Candice knew she was right.

She looked at Riddle with complicated eyes, and shifted from holding his hand to grabbing his sleeve guiltily, making him unable to help laughing.

"...Did I mess up your plan?" Candice looked at him anxiously, "I... I gave you the Golden Snitch in front of so many people! He must know about our relationship It's gone." She withdrew her hand and grabbed her blonde hair in frustration, "I'm such an idiot! Did I cause you trouble? He must be looking for you, right? Will you be okay?!"

Her series of questions made Riddle, who was still troubled by this matter, strangely calm down.

He looked at her quietly for a while, and then said calmly, "It's okay."

"It's okay?" Candice looked at him with blue eyes, feeling very sad for his understatement answer.

He must be in trouble, right?Before she sent the Snitch, there might be rumors that they were in love in the school, but that was just a rumor, and Slughorn might not have heard it, and even if he heard it, he might not believe it.

Well now, everything was messed up by her, she was happy, but he got into a whole lot of trouble, he must have told Professor Dumbledore about Goyle because of her injury, he was so Everything was done for her, but what did she bring to him?

is trouble.

A very difficult hassle to deal with.

Candice looked at Riddle uneasily, and the young man's deep black eyes stared at the girl's tangled and sad expression, and finally said when she was about to cry: "The matter has been resolved."

Candice was startled: "Solved?"

"Yes." He suddenly reached out and loosened the tie, then took out the golden snitch on a chain from his collar, shook it in front of her and said, "On the day you gave it to me, Dean Just talk to me. I've already dealt with him, and he won't doubt me anymore."

Candice stared intently at the golden snitch in his hand. The golden snitch's wings kept fluttering, and it would calm down only when it returned to his neck.

He valued her gift very much.

He didn't put away the Golden Snitch casually, but chose to wear it around his neck, it could be seen that he valued it very much.

Candice's eyes were hot.

She thought, she knew why she'd felt differently about Riddle in the first place, but never thought of Freemont as a friend.

It's not just the timing of Riddle's presence.

He is a completely different type from Fremont.

He always seems to be omnipotent, even when he was ten years old, he was beaten by five people by himself, and he never persuaded him.

Even if he did something against Slytherin's internal affairs, he could handle the matter properly at the risk of being discovered by the dean.Every time when she knew about the existence of these troubles, he had usually taken care of them all.

This is Riddle.

Strength is a man's best decoration.

Candice was indescribably happy when she thought that he could even sell the "secret" inside the academy for herself.

Although he never explicitly said he liked her, or that he loved her, his actions told her so.

Candice couldn't hold it back, and threw herself directly into his arms. Riddle was thrown heavily against the tree trunk, and a pile of fallen leaves were knocked off by his body, leaving him and Candice alone.

He put his arms around Candice's body, and Candice raised her head with a smile, and kissed him on the cheek.

The sunlight happened to be projected through the branches at that moment, shining on her face flickeringly, and the girl's gentle and beautiful smile had a crazy charm.

If you get such a kiss and such a smile for doing things against your heart...it seems that there is nothing unacceptable.

Riddle's black eyes stared intently at the smiling Candice. Candice lay in his arms and tried to get close to his ear and said, "Thank you Tom—this is the last time I thank you , I won’t be so polite in the future.”

Riddle looked at her absent-mindedly, and didn't speak for a long time, not knowing what to think.

Candice wrapped her arms around his neck, blinked and said to him, "My dad is not on business this Christmas, come to my house to play."

After becoming his girlfriend, even when inviting him to visit, she didn't use the inquiring tone like last year, and just said "right", so it was hard for him to refuse.

Riddle's heart was full of turbulent waves, but his face was soft, which could be called sanctimonious.

He looked at Candice with a slightly paranoid look, and after a while he rubbed her forehead affectionately and said, "Okay."

Candice couldn't help laughing, her mouth was almost grinning to her ears, her laughter was so beautiful, it was more fascinating than any sweet music.

Riddle is an emotionally restrained person, he has never really laughed out loud, but at this moment, he heard the girl's contented laughter in his ears, and looked at her face that he had seen for many years but was still not bored , unexpectedly raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

The clear laughter of the young man mixed with the sweet laughter of the girl resounded under the thick tree. From a distance, Abraxas frowned and watched this scene. The man and woman leaning against the tree trunk were so compatible, as if they were born It should be the same together.

But he knew Riddle better than anyone.

In the not-too-distant future, once the existence of Candice really touches his interests, it doesn't matter whether he still uses Candice to attack Dumbledore or not.

They are all Slytherins.

Riddle is the heir of Slytherin.

How he would choose in the future, and what he would do when the people in the academy began to urge him to complete that "plan" as soon as possible day by day, Abraxas knew without thinking carefully.

Poor Candice Bell.

You are so stupid.

Are you still laughing now?

Still smiling so nicely?

Then you may cry later.

If you don't listen to his advice, then wait for a lifetime of pain.

Abraxas withdrew his gaze indifferently, and left in a hurry.