[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Hagrid is a half-blood giant. Although he is in Gryffindor, he has no real friends. He walks alone in the castle every day, and no one really cares about him.

No, there were, Candice had sincerely regarded him as a friend, but he personally destroyed his only friendship.

With Candice as a guarantee for him, he still did not give up raising prohibited animals. Although until the second time he made a mistake, Candice still didn't know what kind of creature he raised in school, but she never felt that the sea Grid kills people.

Candice found it incredible to link the death of the Ravenclaw girl with Hagrid.

She didn't ask anyone, and after much deliberation, she decided that she should go and see Dumbledore.

After the crisis at Hogwarts was resolved, the school announced the resumption of exams. The students were immersed in the atmosphere of the exams, but few mentioned the previous horrors.

They can really rest assured that they are willing to believe that a half-blood giant will kill people, but Candice cannot rest assured.

She knew that was not the truth.

After standing outside the Transfiguration professor's office for a while, Candice knocked on the door.

The door of the office was quickly opened from the inside, and Dumbledore seemed to have just come back from the outside, wearing a dark velvet suit, looking at her very calmly.

"You knew I would come." Candice whispered.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, stepped aside and said, "Come in."

Candice looked around and walked in with lowered eyes.

She stood stiffly at her desk with her hands clasped, staring at the pile of ashes on Fox's climbing frame.

"It's nirvana." Dumbledore said softly, conjured up a chair, and said to Candice, "Sit down, you don't look good, are you feeling unwell?"

It's not so much physical discomfort as it is mental discomfort.

Candice didn't want to gossip about Professor Dumbledore when she was talking to him, so she cut straight to the point.

"I'm fine, Professor." Candice didn't sit down, she just stood facing Dumbledore, "I came today to ask you about Hagrid."

Of course Dumbledore knew what she was coming for.

In fact, he didn't expect her to come so early, and he thought she would struggle for a while.

"Hagrid has been expelled, Professor." Candice stared at Dumbledore. She had grown a lot taller, and she no longer needed to look up at him like she did when she was a child.

She's a big girl now, I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and he didn't beat around the bush, and told her everything he knew.

"A student reported Hagrid to Headmaster Dippet. The headmaster went to him with that student, and saw the acromantula with his own eyes at his residence." Dumbledore said in a complicated tone, "The Ministry of Magic believes that The monster that killed Miss Myrtle Warren was that spider, and the so-called Heir of Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets are just reasons Hagrid came up with to get rid of the crime."

Candice said quickly: "Hagrid would never do such a thing, even...even if he has violated the school rules again and again because of that spider."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I think so too, Candice. Although it may be impolite to say so, with Hagrid's mind, he can't make such a complicated plan to confuse people, so I strongly request not to Kick him out of school, even if you want to expel him, at least give him a place at Hogwarts, he's homeless."

Candice pursed her lips and said nothing, but Dumbledore asked her immediately, "Do you know who reported Hagrid?"

Candice's heart skipped a beat when she was asked, and she gave a stiff smile: "I don't know."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and then said to her, "It was Mr. Riddle. He took Headmaster Dippet and caught Hagrid straight."

The memory in his mind went back to the last time they met.

Riddle told her that the crisis at Hogwarts would be resolved soon, and that day would not be too far away.

She didn't believe it then, but now...

"Candice, what I have to say is—this is weird."

Dumbledore changed into a somewhat contradictory and dignified tone. He seemed to have something to say, and his eyes were fixed on Candice's face, observing the changes in her expression to gauge whether he should say it or not.

Candice took a step back, leaned against the desk, lowered her head and said, "You're right, professor, it's really weird, and I think so too. I know what you're trying to say, but I have to say, I'm He doesn't know more than you." After a short pause, she smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe I know him a little less than you do."

Dumbledore remained silent for a long time, he kept staring at Candice, and Candice slowly raised her head to look at him, the two looked at each other for a long time, Dumbledore broke the silence and said: "I heard that you and Riddle Mr. broke up."

Candice nodded simply: "Yes, yes."

"Can I know why?"

Candice frowned slowly.

With her hands hanging by her sides, she kept grabbing the cuffs of her school robe, and her breathing became a little short of breath.

She was never good at lying.

Even less willing to lie to Professor Dumbledore.

The reason why she broke up with Riddle was because of their relationship on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was related to some private behaviors of Riddle.

She worked hard for a long time, and wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't do it after all.

After all, she is still not the same as before.

Gray vines covered every part of her heart, her heart became cloudy, and her person became bad.

Candice didn't want to cry, it seemed very cowardly, but facing Professor Dumbledore, she opened her mouth several times but had nothing to say, she was guilty, contradictory, and helpless.

She seemed to have nothing else to do but shed tears.

Dumbledore knew Candice well.

He didn't even think that Candice was as dirty as she thought.

He took a step forward, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to hug Candice, who was crying silently, into his arms.

His girl has been hurt, she is facing great troubles, conflicts and embarrassments, he shouldn't force her to say something at this time.

"You don't need to speak, Candice." Dumbledore opened his lips slightly. As a long-lived wizard, he is still over half a hundred years old, but he is still handsome. He said in a low tone, softly, "I know you are in trouble, you I don’t need to force myself, I can understand everything by myself.” He patted Candice’s trembling back lightly, “Leave this matter to me, let me solve it, I’m your professor, I can handle it This matter, what you want to say or don't want to say, I can know it in my own way."

Dumbledore's words undoubtedly made Candice feel more guilty and self-loathing.

It was evening when she left the Transfiguration professor's office.

Standing in the corridor of Hogwarts, she looked out of the window for a long time, watching the darkness enveloping the entire castle little by little, and slowly took out the double-sided mirror that was kept close to her.

She tapped the mirror lightly, and after a short while, a face she was very familiar with but felt strange at the moment appeared on the opposite side of the mirror.

"I want to see you, come to the Room of Requirement."

After Candice finished speaking with a blank face, she cut off the contact directly.

She shrank the double-sided mirror, stuffed it into her pocket and ignored it.

In the Slytherin prefect's bedroom.

Riddle sat on the chair, staring at the faces that suddenly appeared in the mirror and then quickly disappeared, with the same expression on his face.

Abraxas put a package on his desk and whispered, "You forgot to take this."

Riddle glanced down, it was something he left behind when he moved out of the original dormitory.

One of those Christmas presents from someone who doesn't matter.

He pushed it aside indifferently, stood up and said, "You can go back."

Abraxas was actually not sure why Riddle, who didn't like living in the prefect's dormitory at first, was suddenly willing to move here, but this was not a question for him to ask.

As he grew older, the relationship between him and Riddle was no longer that of a friend, and their way of getting along became more and more like a master-servant, which should not be easy for a Malfoy to adapt to.

But he seems to be adjusting well.

Was it an innate sense of submission to the descendants of Slytherin at work?

Abraxas shook his head, took one last look at Riddle, and turned to leave the prefect's bedroom.

Not long after Malfoy left, Riddle left here too.

He quickly reached the eighth floor, successfully entered the Response Room, and met the person who invited him here.

Candice had nothing to say to him.

As soon as she saw him, she asked him directly, "Why did you blame Hagrid?"

She asked so decisively, so firmly, she obviously believed in her own judgment, which made Riddle a little speechless for a while.

He always has a reason, he can speak black into white, whether Muggles or wizards, even ghosts in Hogwarts, can be misled by his perfect language art.

Mr. Riddle, who has a double business, was rarely speechless when faced with such a straightforward question from Candice. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Candice might celebrate it.

It took a long time for Riddle to return to his state, and a magnanimous smile appeared on his handsome face: "Bring blame? This word seems to be used incorrectly. I thought the Ministry of Magic had already investigated this matter thoroughly. It's clear."

Candice looked at him blankly: "We all know that this matter has nothing to do with Hagrid, he can't be the heir of Slytherin, he is a Gryffindor."

Riddle said without changing his face: "The Ministry of Magic believes that the so-called heir and the Chamber of Secrets are just tricks he uses to confuse the public."

"That's enough, don't say that anymore, I just want to laugh!" Candice couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you think he has that ability?! Can he know about the heir and the Chamber of Secrets? You think highly of Rube... Hagrid!"

Riddle was a little unhappy.

Not because Candice yelled disrespectfully, but because she believed in a half-giant and came here to question him.

In Riddle's view, Hagrid's blood is low, and he is not worthy of learning magic at all, while Candice and him are the ones who are truly qualified to learn magic. In his eyes, no matter what happened, even if it wasn't because of their For the "love" between them, Candice should also trust him for the sake of blood and identity, and blame Hagrid.

But Candice did the exact opposite.

He held back his displeasure—this is really rare, if it were another person, at the moment when he had already defeated death, he would be severely punished.

He didn't do anything to Candice.

He took a deep breath, even smiled at her, and asked patiently: "Then what do you think the truth of the matter is?"

Candice said numbly: "I think? If you really want to know, then I can tell you." She took a step forward, looking very directly into his eyes, without any timidity, she really possessed Gryffindor's Golden Courage.

She didn't know what kind of terrible punishment she had escaped, and said to him calmly: "I think the monster that killed Miss Warren is still in Hogwarts, and the Chamber of Secrets is real. Everything really happened , Hagrid is just the one who was pushed out to take the blame. Principal Dippet needs to keep Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic needs to eliminate the panic, so a half-breed giant who has repeatedly violated school rules and raised ferocious creatures has become the best candidate."

Candice's analysis was too correct.

She was really smart, smarter than any girl Riddle had ever met.

She really outdid everyone.

Riddle couldn't help showing a smile, he felt so honored looking at the girl who belonged to him.

He raised his hand, wanting to caress her face, but she dodged mercilessly.

Riddle only felt his heart palpitate for a while, and the emotion that had just eased up was suppressed again.

"Hagrid is really stupid. At this point, I have to say the same thing about him." Candice said indifferently, "His stupidity allows others to take advantage of it and completely ruins his continued study of magic." The qualifications, this is really no one can blame."

——Giving others a chance to take advantage of, the "others" of course refers to Riddle.

There was no smile on Riddle's face.

He felt insulted when Candice called him "someone else" and brought it up sarcastically.

He stared at her with icy eyes, slowly grasped the wand in his cuff with his slender fingers, and laughed slowly, high-pitched and cold.

"It seems that you would rather believe Rubeus Hagrid, a half-blood giant, than me." He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his every move revealed a decadent and negative atmosphere, "In your description, I seem He is a speculator—maybe more than that, maybe..." He looked at Candice sharply, "Maybe you still think that the real mastermind of all this is actually me."

This allegation is serious.

If it was true, it meant that Candice had never really known him in all the years they had known each other.

Her feelings are wrongly paid to others, all his promises, all his performances, his kindness, his tenderness, his seriousness and hard work, will all be subverted—that will become a cruel, bloody and arbitrary Slater Terrible means of Lin Heir.

That was horrible.

Candice didn't want to think that way.

She didn't know if she had suffered the consequences of that "truth".

So at this moment, she is still willing to give Riddle a chance, or in other words, give herself a chance.

She breathed out slowly, and said in a low voice, "Rather than trusting Hagrid, it's better to trust my own judgment." She changed her tone, "Besides what I just mentioned, there is one more important thing. "

Riddle looked at her indifferently, and he stared at her closely with terrifyingly deep eyes.

"I don't think the monster that belonged to Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets would be a spider."

Really novel argument.

Riddle raised the corner of his mouth, he felt as if a thorn had been pierced in his heart, making his breathing a little unsteady.

But he still pretended to be innocent and said, "Then what do you think the monster will be?"

Candice looked at him slowly.

She approached him little by little, and when the two were very close, she raised her hand and pressed it on the school emblem on the chest of the youth school robe.

"Snake," she said, pointing to the Slytherin crest.

Riddle almost wanted to applaud her.

She is really smart, she has already guessed the truth of the matter by only relying on her own speculation, isn't it amazing?

The only pitiful thing about her is that even though she basically guessed right, she dare not believe it.

Riddle knew what she was worrying about.

He knew better how to use this, even though he didn't care about all of this as much as he showed, even though he was actually so angry that he wanted to destroy everything and kill something.

He forced himself to laugh candidly, to say to her in an unassailable tone, "I confess to you—I did frame Hagrid."

Candice didn't expect him to admit it so quickly and so frankly.

She looked at him in disbelief, trying to stop his next confession, but she didn't.

Fortunately, what Riddle was about to say wasn't what she was afraid to hear.

His tone was indifferent, and he said as it should be: "I did that only because he deserved it. The mistakes he made were long enough to be fired. The acromantula is cruel and bloodthirsty, and it likes to eat human flesh. It doesn't mean that it will hurt people in the future. No. Dangerous creatures were chased away, Hagrid was fired, that's the right thing to do."

He turned around and looked at the scene in the Room of Response. It was a messy utility room, and he couldn't tell where it was. There were old things covered with cobwebs all over the floor. Riddle looked away in disgust, and said Continued: "Perhaps you will say that even if you want to expel him, it shouldn't be based on the current crime. Then I have to ask a question to the extremely fair Miss Bell." He looked back at her and said with a mocking smile, "Did the crisis in Hogwarts be resolved because of this incident? Didn't the school need to be closed? Did the hemp and half-breed come back to school again?"

Candice was stunned by his consecutive questions. She looked at him speechless for a while, and Riddle continued: "This is my purpose. I don't want the school to be closed, so I have to do something to unblock the school. The panic. Hagrid deserved it, his 'sacrifice' kept Hogwarts, I think it was worth it. And he stayed in the hunting grounds well, protected by Dumbledore, not really driven away , isn't it?"

When he said the last sentence, he looked extremely disgusted.

It seemed that Dumbledore wanted to protect someone like Hagrid, but he was very dissatisfied with his repeated close surveillance.But he will not reveal his true inner thoughts to Candice, and it is estimated that she will not want to hear these anymore.

Thinking of this, Riddle's inner churning of dark emotions became more and more intense, and he needed to exercise utmost restraint so as not to expose them.He clenched his fists tightly, and his dark eyes shifted to Candice faintly. Candice stood there, panting a little, she slowly raised her hand, and supported the cabinet on one side, her eyes wandered around, that is not on him.

"...If your purpose is really what you said, then..." Candice asked reluctantly, "Warren's death has nothing to do with you, and the Chamber of Secrets and the heir have nothing to do with you, right?"

She finally asked the question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

Although they had already mentioned something similar in the last conversation, it was the first time they asked so bluntly.

It was impossible for Riddle to give a negative answer.

Even if he really wanted to tell her the truth now, let's see how she would break down.

He still has two years to study at Hogwarts, and there can be no accidents in these two years.

So he forced himself to endure the destructive desire, and said with a pale face: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, this is my answer. I seem to ask you again, do you want to believe it?"

Candice looked at him slowly, she didn't speak for a long time this time, she just looked at him like that, as if she was remembering something, but she didn't seem to think about anything.

After a long time, she seemed to have finally found her voice, and said a little hoarsely: "Then do you know who the real heir of Slytherin—the guy who opened the Chamber of Secrets is?"

Riddle found Candice's question ridiculous.

He moved a little closer to her, their bodies were almost touching each other, and their breaths intertwined when they spoke, which was extremely ambiguous.

"Why are you asking this?" He looked down at her, "You want to find this person?"

Candice wanted to distance herself from him, she was uncomfortable talking like that.

They are not boyfriend and girlfriend now, and they are just ordinary friends if they die, it is really not good to talk like this.

But Riddle didn't give her a chance, as much as she retreated, he followed him. She raised her head helplessly, and looked at him with a displeased frown. An indescribably sad breath.

He looked very sensitive, as if if she resisted getting close to him and took a step back, he would really be hurt.

Candice stares at him for a long time, then...

She took another step back.

Riddle smiled slightly.

His smile used to be polite, gentle, or dangerous and charming.

His smile has never been as fragile as it is at this moment, it seems that there is only one nerve left, and it will burst at any time.

That smile seemed to be restoring his last dignity.

He gripped his wand again, and that made him feel safe again.

As if as long as the wand was in his hand, he felt confident again that he could have it all.

Candice tried her best to ignore his disturbing performance, and said clearly: "You are right, I want to find that person, I want to make Hogwarts really safe, not like it is now, all People are kept in the dark, and hempseeds and mixed races may have accidents at any time." Candice said seriously, "There are a lot of mixed races among my friends, and there are also many people from non-wizard families, even if it's just for them, I would To find this man."

She was very sure: "You must know something, don't rush to deny it, you must know, otherwise you wouldn't be so decisive to hand over Hagrid as a scapegoat. After all, if someone dies because of this again, the Ministry of Magic will find out what happened to them before. Hagrid has been wronged, and as a whistleblower, even if you won't be blamed, you won't achieve any purpose."

"So..." Candice took a deep breath and looked directly at him, "You must know something, please tell me."

Riddle didn't even know how many times he admired her IQ today.

How come I didn't realize she was so smart before?

Is it because girls don't use their brains very much when they are in love?

It seemed as if she had moved on from her crush on him.

Did she really not love him?

Does she not like his face?

Doesn't this face hold any attraction for her?

Riddle approached her almost rudely, forcing her to lean against the shelf. The two of them faced each other very close, and he didn't want to deny it at all.

He admitted it straight away.

"I know, of course I know, I know more than anyone else, you want me to tell you?" He looked at her contemptuously, as if treating her so badly would make him less embarrassed.

Excited by the meaning of his words, Candice forgot about their distance for a moment.

"Can you tell me?" She asked him anxiously.

Riddle stared at her for a long time before saying in a low voice, with a suppressed tone: "Maybe I can help you, but you have to pay for it." He said coldly, "Do you still think we are in the same relationship as before? You personally vetoed everything, you abandoned me. And, now you want to find your innocence for yourself—or that half-blood giant, how can you ask me to tell you everything in vain at the risk of so much peace of mind? ?”

Candice was still no match for Riddle's eloquence.

Not even if she is a smart girl.

A smart good guy is hard to beat a smart bad guy, why?Because bad guys can do anything and everything, but good guys can't.

The wisdom of good people can only be used in the right way, not that of bad people.

The degree of kindness limits the play of smart people.

So Candice was left speechless by his question.

After a long time, she said tremblingly, "I'm only for justice. Not for the benefit of anyone. I just hope that the school will be truly safe..."

Riddle ignored her defense at all.

As he said, he seemed to have finally accepted the fact that they broke up, and his attitude towards her could not return to the way it used to be.

He even said without emotion: "Whatever you do for it, it's your business, it has nothing to do with me." He stared at her coldly, "You just need to answer me, whether you are willing to pay for it is enough .”

Candice leaned back on the sundry shelf and asked shyly, "What do you want?"

Having achieved her goal and finally made her ask this sentence, the smile on Riddle's face became a bit bloody instead.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and pinched Candice's chin, and whispered softly: "What I want is very simple."

Candice stared at him with wide eyes, his hands were cold and stiff, like the hands of a dead man.

He looked down at her condescendingly, declaring what he wanted and needed: "I want you to continue to be my girlfriend. And, I want your body."

Want her body? ? ?

Candice leaned there in shock, trying to break free from his restraints, but he held her tighter.

She took a breath and asked innocently: "...what do you want me to do for you?"

Riddle ruthlessly smashed her innocence: "Doing things? Of course not. I don't need your body to do anything for me. No, maybe I can do as you say. I can tell you bluntly—" He thinned his lips Opening and closing, injecting evil thoughts into her brain, "I want you to sleep with me." He smiled slightly, the smile was paranoid and deadly, "Do you understand now?"

Candice understood.

If you speak so clearly, you'd be a fool if you didn't understand.

Candice stared at Riddle for a moment.

Then, with all her strength, even spells, she finally pushed him away.

It wasn't over yet, just as Riddle stood firm, his cheek hurt, and he had to turn his face sideways with such a huge force, blood soon oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned his eyes to look at the person who slapped him. Candice stood there, her hands still aching slightly from the action just now.

She hit him really hard.

But this is not enough.

She pointed at him angrily, and couldn't bear it anymore: "You bastard! Scum! How could I like you! How can you say such words! You have insulted my feelings!"

In Candice's view, two people love each other, so going further is just a natural foil, and there is nothing unacceptable.

Even at this moment, she doesn't deny that she still loves him, but she doesn't think they are suitable to be together anymore.

If Riddle really wanted her, he could express his feelings and love to her, let her see his changes and his sincerity, then by that time, nothing was impossible.

She is not the kind of conservative girl. In many moments of their love in the past, she was willing to give herself to him.

But now, he actually said such words to her in such a transactional tone, making this matter a bargaining chip, which really made Candice feel blind.

She raised her hand again, looking like she wanted to hit him again, but she didn't succeed this time.

Riddle grabbed her wrist and pinched her arm with great force. She felt pain in her arm, but she didn't cry out for the pain, and endured it with red eyes.

"That's how I am." The half of his face that was slapped by her quickly turned red and swollen, which made his expression look even more ferocious. He stared at her with bare eyes, raised his chin slightly and said with a smile, "See me clearly now." It's not too late. But unfortunately, I won't let you go because of this. My words always work. If you really want to find that person and fulfill your wish, you have to agree to my conditions. I'll wait Come to me and offer yourself to me."

He let go of her hand quickly, and Candice fell to the ground because of his strength, her forehead hit the sundry shelf, bleeding.

"Didn't you always ask me if I loved you or not? Now I will answer you sincerely. I love you, of course I love you. This is my love. It is heavy, and it may seem very dirty to you. I want something that makes you miserable, but this is my love, what you expect, I gave it to you, you can't just wave your hand and tell me that you don't want it anymore." He squatted down, His hand caressed her wound, and the wound healed quickly. He spoke to her softly and smiled brightly. The laughter was so complicated that people couldn't tell whether it was laughter or crying.

"Don't make me wait too long, come to me as soon as possible - after all, this is a matter of human life, isn't it."

He lowered his head and finally kissed her forehead, then stood up and left without looking back.

The redness and swelling on the half of his face that had been beaten did not subside until the moment he left the emergency room.

Candice leaned on the shelf in embarrassment, her ears filled with his last words.

She just leaned on it, and there was a storm in her heart, but she never cried, nor did her expression change.

She blinked, stood up with her arms propped up, then raised her hand, looked at the rose ring he gave her on her left middle finger, slowly took it off, threw it on the ground mercilessly, and waved her wand Said: "——torn apart."