[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

When Candice and Fremont arrived, Dumbledore had already arranged Hagrid's new residence.

It didn't really look like a place for a student to live in, but Hagrid seemed quite comfortable standing in it.

He saw Candice and Fremont running outside the door at a glance, and the big figures instantly shrank into a ball and hid in the corner.

Dumbledore turned and looked over, and said softly, "Candice? Mr. Potter?"

Candice walked up the steps, stood by the wooden door and said, "Professor Dumbledore, good afternoon."

Fremont followed him up and also said hello. Dumbledore nodded slightly and said, "Are you here to find Hagrid?"

Hagrid stole a glance in their direction, seemingly ashamed.He didn't take the initiative to speak, just clutched the sleeve of his oversized school robe nervously.

Candice looked at him for a while, then shook her head and said, "I just want to know if Hagrid is really still keeping prohibited animals."

Professor Dumbledore raised his eyes slightly and said, "I'm afraid so, Candice. But Hagrid has promised me that this is the last time, and he will never make the same mistake again."

Candice didn't speak, just nodded, but Fremont said a little angrily: "Hagrid, how could you lie to us? If Candice hadn't given you a guarantee last time, you would have been kicked out of the dormitory long ago! Even if you don't care about your own reputation, you shouldn't make fun of Candice's trust!"

Hagrid's eyes turned red. He wanted to say something, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

Candice grabbed Fremont's wrist and said, "Forget Fremont, since Professor Dumbledore has arranged everything, it's time for us to go back." She forced a smile at Dumbledore and said goodbye Said, "Then let's go back first, Professor."

Dumbledore agreed with a smile, Candice turned around to leave, Hagrid watched her back, finally stood up, and said loudly: "I didn't mean to lie to you Candice, Aragok is not dangerous, it……"

"You actually gave it a name?!" Freemont turned around and said incredulously, "What the hell did you raise?!"

Hagrid hesitated to speak, looking very embarrassed, Dumbledore swept him and said, "It seems that Mr. Hagrid is not going to tell what kind of creature it is even in front of his classmates."

Hagrid sat down on the chair dejectedly, bent over with his head in his arms.

Candice took one last look at him, left without saying a word.

Freemont looked away speechlessly, and followed quickly.

"Hey Candice, why are you walking so fast? We haven't asked what Hagrid is raising yet!" Fremont chased after him.

Candice said as she walked, "He didn't even tell Professor Dumbledore, so how could he tell us?"

"But if we hadn't helped him, he would have..."

"Alright Fremont, helping others is not about getting something in return." Candice said helplessly, slowing down her pace.

Fremont frowned and said, "But that's not to get cheated either!"

Candice bit her lip, feeling very hurt by Hagrid's deception, she ran to the common room a little annoyed, and decided not to think about these troublesome things.

But there are some things that you can't forget if you don't think about it.

Candice walked out of the Potions classroom with her book in her arms, surrounded by a group of friends.

She planned to return to the ground to participate in Quidditch training. Captain Wood did not allow anyone to be absent this time, and even said that if anyone escaped training again, he would replace that person, although Candice didn't think he really Will do that, but... After all, if she is the captain, for the honor of Gryffindor, she can no longer be left behind.

On the way out of the cellar, Candice was still feeling depressed about Hagrid.

But at this time, she also happened to meet Riddle and his party who were about to return to the common room.

He didn't seem to see her, surrounded by dangerous and arrogant young masters and ladies of Slytherin, Candice thought that this situation might not be suitable for greeting, so she remained silent.On the other hand, Anita, who was much more "enthusiastic" than her, waved at them from a distance, and shouted happily: "Hey! Francis! Riddle!"

...Well, the relationship has really improved by leaps and bounds, and they are all called Lestrange's Christian name directly.

Candice frowned and stopped, Louise and Euphemia looked at Anita with horror in their eyes, Fremont urged to leave quickly, but Anita didn't care about it, and walked a few minutes faster. Stepping forward, he met the group of Slytherins.

Inexplicably feel that the smell of fire and medicine is very strong.

The first person Candice caught sight of was not Riddle, but Malfoy.

Malfoy was standing next to Riddle, and he glanced in the direction of Louise with a look of disgust, the only half-breed in their group.Louise subconsciously hid behind Candice, so Malfoy's eyes met Candice.

Abraxas frowned, turned his eyes away impatiently, and urged: "It's time to go back to the dormitory, what are you dawdling about?"

Lestrange stood there awkwardly, neither responding to Anita, nor responding... If he didn't have so many classmates around, he might not think so much, but... Look, Walburga And Lucretia looked at him so weirdly.

"Francis, is the fourth grade over?" Anita didn't notice the weird atmosphere, she happily talked to Lestrange, who stood there stiffly and didn't intend to speak, which finally made him Anita gradually felt embarrassed, and the smile on her face froze a little bit.

Candice took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding Anita's arm, Anita's expression eased a little.

Riddle glanced at Candice's hinting eyes, turned his attention lightly to Lestrange, and said indifferently, "Why don't you speak, Francis? Are you mute?"

Lestrange was stunned for a moment, not sure what Riddle meant. He stared into his eyes for a few seconds before suddenly reacting and said with a smile, "Ah, sorry, I was distracted just now."

The corner of Candice's mouth twitched, was she distracted?Believe it or not, they obviously don't want to be so close to Gryffindors in front of more Slytherins, even if they are pure blood.

"We still have something to do, don't bother us."

Candice said something quickly, and pulled Anita to leave. Fremont followed, blocking the sight of the group of Slytherins looking at them. His behavior directly made the three young men in Slytherin school robes cringe. raised eyebrows.

They are... Riddle, Malfoy, and Lestrange.

Anita followed Candice away in dismay, and when they were about to walk out of the cellar, Lestrange finally said from a distance: "Miss Garcia, I'm sorry I didn't answer your question in time just now, I was full of thoughts just now. We're all thinking about papers—we'll talk about it next time we have a chance."

Anita paused, hope rekindled in her eyes, she turned around and nodded heavily, Candice looked behind her, Riddle was standing next to Lestrange, he looked half a head taller than the latter, black His dark eyes should have been less conspicuous than Malfoy, who had platinum blonde hair, among the boys, but no matter who really looked back, he was definitely the one who saw him first.

He is really handsome, with an indescribably noble temperament on his body, even when he smiles, he is so gentle and refined, and he grasps every inch of the arc very well, if it is more, it will appear lowered, and if it is less, it will appear too arrogant.

Candice grabbed Anita's wrist and mouthed him from a distance before leaving again.

Riddle stared slightly, and after identifying the shape of her lips, he said casually, "Go back."

Ignoring the teasing gazes of the others, Lestrange followed Riddle into the common room.

"Francis...tsk, Garcia's voice is so sweet when he calls your name." Walburga leaned against the table and said softly.

Lucretia's expression was not as amiable as Walburga's. She looked very cold, and she frowned and said, "After Riddle, our Slytherin will produce another boy who is in love with a Gryffindor girl?"

Riddle sat in his seat, with Abraxas behind him diagonally, and Abu stared at the farce indifferently, looking bored.

Lucretia's words not only provoked Lestrange, but also mentioned Riddle, which made the atmosphere in the lounge a bit weird and dangerous.

Walburga winked at Lucretia, and Lucretia immediately changed her tone and said, "Oh, of course, it's not that I don't want you to make friends with Gryffindor girls, I just think..." She He said in an extremely cautious tone, "We are all clear about Riddle's purpose, but Francis, what are you going to do? Follow Riddle? If it's for this reason, it doesn't sound too hard to accept."

Indeed.

If Lestrange and Anita got close, it was purely a conspiracy like Riddle, and there was nothing difficult to accept, but...

Lestrange's expression changed a few times, and he didn't answer quickly, which meant that things were not that simple.

The expressions of the others became a little weird. A girl in Slytherin who had a crush on Lestrange stood up and said, "You don't really like Garcia, do you, Francis!?"

Lestrange said irritably, "What does this have to do with you? Do I need your consent before I can make friends at school?"

The girl froze at what he said, her eyes were a little red.

Lestrange pushed away the crowd and went straight back to the dormitory, not bothering to look at their ugly faces.

Riddle sat in his place, playing wizard chess with Avery.

He happened to win a round when Lestrange was gone.

"Oh shit! I shouldn't have taken that step!" Avery said regretfully.

Riddle waved his wand and said tolerantly, "I can make you do it all over again."

Avery's eyes lit up, and he made another move after the board returned to its original shape, but this time the result was the same, and Riddle won again.

"This..." Avery sat there frustrated, and had to admit defeat.

Rozier said leisurely on the side: "No matter how you go, you will lose, August, you have no chess pieces on the safety line just now."

Avery lifted up his school robe and stood up, saying displeasedly, "No more playing. Going to read!"

Riddle didn't say anything, he stretched his arms and leaned there to remain silent. Others also returned to the dormitory one after another, but Walburga and the others never left.

She took the initiative to walk over to Riddle, pulled a chair and sat down, and said softly, "February is coming soon, Tom, your plan is going so smoothly, when are you going to end it?"

Riddle indifferently called Mulciber to play chess, without even looking at Walburga, he said, "Miss Black wants to interfere with my plan?"

Walburga smiled and said, "Of course not. I'm just making a suggestion. I think it's about time."

"I think it's still early." Riddle started playing chess with Mulciber, who was much better at wizard chess than Avery, and Abraxas also came to watch.

Walburga glanced at these men, and said in a low voice: "Then when do you plan to end your plan?"

Riddle finally looked back at her, and after dropping the pieces without even looking at the board, he smiled and said, "That's not something you can know, Walburga. Don't ask me again, I don't want to be in front of you again." The face of so many people will not give you face."

Walburga's expression froze, her wand grip tightened, and she looked a little unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

She stood up, took one last look at Riddle who seemed to be playing chess seriously, and left without looking back.

Abraxas glanced at her back, and said lightly: "You really shouldn't talk to her like this, she looks very angry."

"So what." Riddle killed Mulciber's pawns to pieces, and gently opened and closed his thin lips, "Compared to holding back her anger, she probably doesn't want to suffer from me." Anger." He raised his face, smiled at the students sitting around him and said, "Do you think so?"

"..."

No one contradicted what he said.

Remaining silent on this occasion is the default.

Riddle withdrew his gaze in satisfaction and continued playing chess.

After officially entering February, the Quidditch competition also kicked off. Gryffindor played against Hufflepuff for the first time, and quickly won the game with a high score without any suspense.It seems that Captain Wood is really effective in taking time to train every day.

Candice held the Golden Snitch and waved to the teacher's table. Dumbledore looked at her with a smile on his face, and his two pairs of blue eyes met. The look of joy and joy really made Hufflepuff headmaster , Herbert Beerley, professor of herbalism, was furious.

Riddle was standing in the green of the Slytherin stands. There were quite a lot of people watching the game today. Slytherin will definitely win the next game against Ravenclaw. Gryffindor, that means—these two arch-rival houses will meet again this month.

Walburga stood behind the crowd, and Lucretia whispered in her ear: "Look, Riddle has been staring at that Candice Bell, and his eyes are not like what he said before, just for disgusting revenge on Deng Bullido was with Bell."

Walburga's gray eyes were full of thought, and she whispered after a while: "Since he himself doesn't intend to end that plan as soon as possible, let's take a good look at Dumbledore's expression after eating shit—then, Maybe we can help him."

Lucretia stared slightly: "You mean..."

"You don't need to say it out, as long as you know it in your heart. Probably many girls are willing to do this, right? Just find one, that guy Gore is too stupid, don't look for her this time." Walburga casually explain.

Lucretia hesitated and said: "But if Riddle finds out..."

"Are you scared?" Walburga looked over indifferently.

Lucretia remained silent, and Walburga snorted coldly and said, "...Does your status as the heir of Slytherin scare you so much that you don't even trust your own family? Even if he knows that we have tampered with it, How dare you do anything to the members of the Black family?" Walburga said indifferently, "We are the noblest and purest Black... Even if he is dissatisfied or unhappy, he dare not really do anything to us."

Lucretia was still hesitant, and Walburga said coldly: "Since you dare not, then I will do it myself." She looked at Greenglass who was staring at Riddle not far away, revealing Watching the show smile.

A few days later, in the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, Slytherin also won the match without any suspense.

Next, it was a match between the two winners - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Among them will compete for the Quidditch Championship Academy in February, but before that, they have an even more exciting holiday to celebrate - Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day is probably the holiday that boys and girls look forward to the most, but it certainly does not include Captain Wood. When everyone else is busy writing love letters, dating and making chocolates, he blames them for being weak and mentions it every day. Chasing after them with a broom, Candice was going to be driven crazy by him.

Today is Friday, and the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day, which happens to be Hogsmeade Day, and everyone is eager to invite their beloved girl or boy to go to Hogsmeade together, and Candice is no exception.

She had already made chocolate for Riddle, using the vanilla she shamelessly begged from Professor Dumbledore, and was looking forward to what it would taste like in his mouth.

She sneaked up to the common room and asked the classmates sitting inside: "Is Wood not there?"

The classmate nodded and said, "No, he just chased Freemont away."

Candice breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Great." She walked into the common room with confidence, and soon saw Anita coming out of the girls' dormitory, so she waved her hand and said, "Annie, this way!"

Anita saw her and ran over quickly: "Is your chocolate ready?"

Candice nodded: "What do you want from me?"

Anita smiled, and took out a beautifully wrapped letter from her pocket—no doubt, it must be a love letter.

As soon as Candice saw the love letter, she knew what she was up to.

"You don't want me to give it to Lestrange for you, do you?" Candice said, covering her mouth.

Anita blushed and said: "Of course not. You just need to give it to Riddle! Then ask Riddle to pass it on for me... Anyway, they stay together all day!"

Candice said helplessly, "But why don't you deliver Anne yourself? Or use an owl?"

Anita said nervously: "How can I deliver it by myself? Using an owl... There must be a lot of girls using owls to deliver letters to him recently. What if he doesn't recognize that it's mine and throws it away without discrimination?"

Candice's expression was a little stiff, Anita shook her arm vigorously and said: "Good Candy, please, just help me, anyway, you are going to see Riddle, aren't you? I saw it that day , when you left the cellar, you made a lip-sync appointment with him!"

Candice smiled and said: "At that time, you still had the heart to observe my mouth shape?"

Anita said triumphantly: "Of course, I am clairvoyant, and I am a clairvoyant!"

"I'm really disrespectful." Candice reluctantly took the love letter, put it in her pocket and said, "I can only help you try, but it may not be successful. It depends on whether Tom is willing to send love letters for others. .”

Anita assured: "No problem, although I think he must be willing, but even if he is not willing, I will not force you two."

Candice blushed and stared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Anita smiled and pushed her away.

So, Candice went to the library with such a heavy responsibility.

When she arrived, Riddle was already sitting there.

He is doing his homework, and it's not the first time Candice sees him doing his homework, but every time she sees him, she still can't help but sigh that the god of learning is the god of learning. Seeing how fast he writes, it's as if he doesn't need to review questions or think , as if the formed thesis was already in his mind, he just had to write it out as fast as possible.

Putting down her schoolbag, Candice sat down beside him, looked at him for a while with her chin in her hand, and didn't take the initiative to speak.

Riddle kept writing at a non-stop speed, staring at the parchment and said, "If you have anything to do, you can write to me directly, or tell me in the notebook, you don't have to meet."

Candice was startled, and said reluctantly, "Don't you want to see me?"

Riddle paused while holding the quill, raised his eyes a little and said, "I'm thinking of you, Cornus Wood has been holding you very tightly recently, even in Slytherin, I've heard a little bit about it."

Candice made a bitter face: "Don't mention it, it's as if he has put a trace on us team members, no matter where we are, he can find it, and then suddenly appeared to scare us!"

Riddle pursed his thin lips lightly, smiled politely, and did not express any opinion on this.

Candice stared at him with her head tilted and said, "But... I really want to ask you, Tom—about this month's final, who do you hope Gryffindor or Slytherin will win?"

Riddle started to do his homework again. To be honest, he had already written several parchments for his homework. Candice remembered that the homework of Charms class was not required to be so long. Why did he have to write so much?

As Candice pondered the length of his homework, he casually answered her question: "I'm really not interested in a sport like Quidditch, and you shouldn't be asking me that kind of question."

Candice knew that he was not interested in Quidditch, but: "Then you should also have a wish in your heart? Who do you want to win?"

She approached him curiously, as if she would keep pestering him like this if he didn't give an accurate answer.

Riddle looked at his homework, stopped writing and said, "If you insist on me giving you an answer, then I hope you win."

Candice looked at him in disbelief: "You want Gryffindor to win???"

Riddle said indifferently: "I think Miss Bell's hearing should be fine? What I said just now is——I hope you win."

Candice wondered, "But I'm a Gryffindor. If I win, doesn't that mean Gryffindor wins?"

Riddle smiled slightly, not tangling with her about this sentence, and continued to write his homework.

Candice looked at him for a long time before saying, "You are a student of Slytherin, don't you want your house to win?"

Riddle didn't raise his head and said, "Quidditch is a rude and barbaric sport. Wizards need to use a broomstick to fly, and it seems stupid. I'm really not interested in it. Whoever wins wins is to me. It doesn't matter. If you can be happy when you win, then it's good that you win."

Candy looked at him with complicated emotions, Riddle quickly glanced at her, and said unhurriedly: "Anyway, as long as I am here, the total score of Quidditch will not affect the ownership of the Academy Cup, so... …" He said almost earnestly, "It really doesn't matter to me who wins the final."

Candice pursed her mouth, and the excitement that he hoped for her to win regardless of the interests of the academy faded a lot, she put her hand on her chin and said in a slightly sour tone: "Is Quidditch really as bad as you say? Is it really that savage?" She asked wearily, "Do I look savage when I compete?"

This question really caught him.

Riddle put down his pen again, stared at her for a while, then smiled, and said kindly: "Except you."

Facing his smiling and serious black eyes, Candice couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth, lowered her hands and looked at him and said, "Are you always talking so sweetly when you talk to girls?"

Riddle raised his lips and smiled. His lips were beautifully shaped, as perfect as the contours of his face. When he smiled, people couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I haven't talked to other girls for a long time, and I really don't know how to answer the question you asked me."

He turned sideways, stopped doing his homework, and just looked at her like that.

Candice laughed, her eyes and eyebrows curved: "Really?" She asked curiously, "Have you, Black, and Greengrass not talked recently?"

Riddle stared at her. Candice was wearing the same school gown as the other girls. The gold-red color scheme was so annoying to others, but it had a special charm on her.

She is also a 14-year-old girl. She is much taller than last year, and her blond hair has grown a little, making her look even more attractive.

She is so beautiful, let alone Blake and Greengrass, in his mind, no girl can compare to her.

She is what she is.

She is unique.

"I haven't said that." When Riddle spoke to Candice, he whispered softly that he had never spoken to anyone before, "I had an argument with Miss Black not long ago because of some things, I really hope she has calmed down recently .”

"You still quarreled with her?" Candice opened her eyes wide in surprise, "She is willing to quarrel with you?"

Riddle was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Why don't you want to?"

Candice stared at his face, and after a while she blushed and said: "...You look like this, I can't get angry at you for doing so many excessive things, and she can still quarrel with you Come on, it’s also very powerful.”

Riddle raised his eyebrows slightly, he casually leaned back on the chair: "Really?"

Candice looked away, but nodded: "Yes."

Riddle seemed to be close to her, and his warm breath was in her ear when he spoke: "Are you complimenting my handsome face?"

He asked in a strange tone, but Candice was nervous about the other people in the library, worried that they would discover their intimacy, so she tried her best to dodge and didn't notice.

She just said in a hurry: "It's a fact that you are handsome. Everyone agrees that you are the school grass of Hogwarts."

"Really." Riddle asked with disinterest, "Then to you, how handsome am I?"

Candice was slightly taken aback, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Probably... so handsome that I can forgive you for everything?"

Merlin testified that she really didn't think that much when she said this, but the person in front of her really listened to it.

Riddle looked at her thoughtfully, and said, "...I hope so. If it's true, as you said, to the extent that you can forgive everything, then I should take good care of this face."

Candice wrinkled her nose and said, "Of course you have to protect this face. I think the Ministry of Magic should issue you a certificate and insure you. Your face should be recognized by the magic community as a treasure and should not be violated."

These exaggerated words dissipated the dark tide in Riddle's eyes a little. He smiled and ruffled the girl's hair. The girl struggled with a smile, and the pink letter in his pocket fell out without warning.

Riddle saw the letter at a glance, as smart as he was, how could he not see that it was a love letter?

He got it in his hands before Candice went to pick it up, and Candice watched with wide eyes, looking flustered.

Riddle looked at the letter in his hand, and said slowly: "...Written to me?"

Candice subconsciously shook her head in denial, Riddle narrowed her dark eyes, and said with a smile, "Oh, it was written for someone else?"

Candice thought for a while and nodded—it was written by Anita to Lestrange, and it was indeed written to someone else.

Unexpectedly, her nodding made Riddle's expression instantly turn cold.

He looked at the letter with gloomy eyes, and said with a very dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Then there is no need for it to exist." As soon as he finished speaking, the letter burned and quickly turned into ashes.

Candice was stunned, and said after a while: "What are you doing Tom!? That's a letter from Anita to Lestrange! She wants to ask you to help her send it to Lestrange! How do you Burn it!"

Riddle's back stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "...can you finish the sentence at once next time?"

Candice couldn't laugh or cry: "You didn't ask me!"

Riddle's dark eyes glanced at the ashes in his hand, and after chanting a disappearing spell to disappear them, he stood up and said with a serious face: "You go back and ask Garcia to write another letter and send it to me with an owl, and I will give it to you. Lestrange."

After finishing speaking, he packed up his homework and left without looking back. Candice sat there helplessly, wanting to cry without tears: "But how should I explain it to her? Tell her that you killed her because of eating vinegar." Have you burned your love letter? Merlin, when will you be more mature?"

Riddle walked around the corner and heard that the girl thought he was immature and almost sprained her ankle because of it.

Is there anyone in this world who is more mature than him?

Absolutely not.

Everything is just an accident.

Yes, it was an accident.

It will never happen again, absolutely...

In the other corner of the library, Greengrass sat there alone, covering half of his face with a book in his hands, watching Riddle's leaving back with a little melancholy.

After he left completely and could no longer see his figure, she turned her gaze to Candice.

Candice was packing up her things, and she left soon after finishing. She has grown a lot taller, and her figure has become more and more slender. Her long golden hair is comparable to that of Abraxas.

is a beauty.

prettier than her.

Greenglass bit his lip and tortured the book in his hand.