[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice woke up early the next day.

It's not that she's not sleepy anymore, she aches all over and is extremely tired, and she definitely wants to sleep more, but she has more important things to do now.

It's worth mentioning that when she woke up, Riddle was still resting, and he didn't seem to be woken up by her movements.

He was lying on his side on the outside of the bed. It was a bit cramped for the two of them to sleep on a single bed. He gave up most of the seat to Candice. When Candice fell asleep, she was nestled in his arms. And her golden hair on his chest.

Candice stretched out her hand, carefully pinched the hair, and held it in the palm of her hand.

She stared at his sleeping face for a long time. If it wasn't for something on her mind, she might be addicted to masculinity and couldn't extricate herself.

She quickly supported her tired body and got out of bed.

She left the room lightly, and when the door closed, Riddle, who had his back to the door, slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly sat up, looking at the messy bed with indifferent eyes. For wizards, cleaning up is the easiest thing to do, as long as a spell can be done, but neither he nor Candice did that.

He quietly watched the room that brought them to each other for the first time, as if he wanted to engrave every corner of it into his heart.

After leaving the bedroom, Candice went to the potions room on the first floor.

This is where she and her father usually make potions. Her father has not been home for the past few days, and everything here is still the same as when Candice left home.

She brushed her blond hair together carelessly, then set up the cauldron to brew the potion.

Riddle appeared behind her at this moment.

"What are you going to do?" His voice suddenly sounded, startling Candice.

She turned her head, patted her chest and said, "Are you up?"

Riddle nodded slightly. He was leaning against the door, wearing only a white shirt and black trousers. The collar button of the shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a white and lean chest, on which were faintly visible the little hickey marks she left last night. .

Candice's face started to turn red again, she turned her head back with some shame, stared at the empty cauldron and said, "I want to boil the potion."

Hearing this, Riddle straightened up and walked slowly towards her. He stood behind her. The distance between them was so close that she could almost feel the temperature of his body through the fabric.

He slowly grabbed her waist from behind and asked her, "What do you want to do, I'll help you."

Riddle's potion score was the first at Hogwarts, but no one dared to be the second.

Even Professor Slughorn couldn't guarantee that his potions would be better than his.

There are not many people in the entire magic world who can make him ask for help.

But Candice turned him down.

"You can't do it." She whispered something, then pulled his hand away and went to the cabinet to find materials.

It was the first time Riddle had heard someone tell him "he wouldn't" anything.

With his competitive spirit, his attitude became quite tough.

"I don't know any potions that I can't make." He stepped forward, blocked Candice's hand holding the materials with his height advantage, lowered his eyes and stared at her, "tell me what you want to do , I will definitely do it.”

Seeing how confident he was, Candice was speechless for a moment. In fact, she didn't think he couldn't do it, but... just a little embarrassed to say it.

After a long while, seeing that Riddle refused to compromise, Candice still spoke out the potion she needed because she was worried that it would be too late.

She blushed and said embarrassedly: "You... If you don't want to be a father so soon, then you should know what potion I need."

Riddle was slightly taken aback.

After a while, he narrowed his eyes a little, turned his eyes away from Candice.

He quietly took out the ingredients needed for the contraceptive potion from the cabinet.

Look, he can do everything, except what he can't think of, but this potion...

It's really hard to say.

After Candice finished speaking, the heat on her face couldn't go down.

She sat on the side and watched Riddle seriously make the potion. This was the first time she saw him make potion. They were in different grades, and they had almost no chance to attend class together. The only time they attended class together was when he was for Slug When Professor Horne was a substitute.

He was originally handsome, but he was even more attractive when he was serious. Candice kept watching him, and gradually lost her mind.

When Riddle finished the potion and came over to hand it to her, she recovered from his calling.

He slowly squatted in front of her, looked up at her and said, "Why are you in a daze."

Candice held the potion and didn't know how to speak, so she took the potion as a pretense and swallowed it hastily.

Surprisingly, this potion didn't have the strange smell it should have, and there was a sweet orange smell. She looked at him in surprise: "What did you add in it? It tastes so good."

"Added something to make it less unpleasant." His answer was meaningless, but he handed her a recipe.

"I think you will probably use it frequently in the future, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but it was enough to make Candice feel embarrassed.

She quickly took the recipe and put it away, then ran out in a hurry, and even made a grandiose excuse that she was cooking.

Riddle stood in the potion room. He stared blankly at the direction where the girl disappeared, then slowly raised his left hand, stared at the quiet resurrection stone ring on his left middle finger, and slowly frowned.

He lied to Candice yesterday.

And not only lied to her about one thing.

In his opinion, the thing that bothered him the most was the matter of the ring.

There is no problem with the resurrection stone ring itself, but when it becomes a Horcrux, various problems will arise.

It was very dishonest yesterday, caused him a lot of trouble, and almost made him embarrass himself in front of Candice.

It shouldn't be.

Moreover, even if he tried his best to suppress it, there would still be subtle traces of black magic emerging from the ring.

It might not be noticeable to a young wizard, but if Dumbledore saw...

He has to figure out a way.

He wanted this ring to be just an ordinary ring no matter where he looked at it.

Even if this effect can only last for two or three years, that is enough.

Moreover……

child……

In fact, Candice doesn't necessarily need contraceptive potions.

Because he may not be able to have children.

In one of the books dealing with Horcruxes, there is a description of the effect on the birth of an offspring.

That probably meant that making a Horcrux might prevent him from having children of his own.

At that time, he felt that there was no problem with this. The eternal and victorious self was the most important thing. When he was strong enough to be immortal, it would not matter whether he had an heir to inherit his blood.

But Candice seemed desperate to have a baby.

She said that her greatest wish is to graduate safely, get married and have children, and live an ordinary life.

He may not be able to fulfill her last wish, after all, his life is destined to be extraordinary, so...

He can always fulfill her first two wishes.

He will think of a way to break the taboo brought by the Horcrux.

He was convinced that, in matters of magic, there was no problem which he could not solve.

In the new semester, Candice became the female prefect of Gryffindor's fifth grade.

Unfortunately, Fremont did not become the prefect of the boys, and the prefect of the boys was Longbottom.

As a prefect, you will go to the prefect's box on the Hogwarts Express and sit with the prefects of other houses.

By the time Candice and Longbottom arrived at the prefect's box, the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin prefects had all arrived.

Candice's gaze fell on Riddle uncontrollably. On his left was Slytherin's fifth-year prefect, and the seat on the right was vacant, while Slytherin's new fifth-year female prefect, Greenglass, sat Opposite him, Walburga Black, a sixth grader, was in seventh grade this year. She stepped down as prefect and became the head girl.As for Riddle, he is in the sixth grade this year and will be the head of the first year. If there is no accident, he will be the chairman of the male students in the seventh grade.

Candice was a little hesitant, but Longbottom warmly invited her to sit with him beside the Hufflepuff prefect. This seemed to be the most sensible choice, and Candice didn't intend to refuse, so she nodded and decided to sit down , but Riddle stopped her.

He raised his head from the book, smiled and said, "You sit next to me." He pointed to the seat next to him, "I asked Miss Greengrass to give up the seat."

Candice subconsciously looked at Greengrass. She sat across from him in a slightly awkward manner. Although she didn't welcome her, at least she didn't feel disgusted or ill-intentioned.

On the contrary, Longbottom was surprised.

He spoke quickly, and said without thinking: "Are you getting back together?"

These words attracted everyone's attention. There were not many people in this box, but his words were so loud that everyone couldn't pretend not to care.

Their gazes fell on Candice and Riddle, and Candice was not too embarrassed. Although her ears were a little red, she quickly sat next to Riddle.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Riddle's voice came before her.

"I never said we broke up." His voice was soft but strong, "It's just her unilateral dispute." He said gently, "I'm very glad to have the opportunity to coax her well during the summer vacation."

His words made Longbottom's face turn red, and he sat down embarrassedly, not daring to say anything more.

The others looked at each other for a long while, silently treating the breakup between the flower of Gryffindor and the school girl, which had caused a lot of turmoil last semester, as a small awkwardness between them that was not worth mentioning.

Candice sat next to Riddle. To be honest, this position was really uncomfortable, because Greengrass was opposite, and her eyes drifted toward her, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She pulled Lariddle's sleeve cautiously, leaned close to his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Miss Greengrass is always staring at me, I am very uncomfortable, can I sit in another seat? "

Riddle took her hand holding his sleeve with his backhand, and said softly, "She won't stare at you anymore."

Candice wanted to refute, but she soon found out that he was right.

Riddle only glanced up at Greengrass, and she immediately turned away, always looking out the car window, not looking at them anymore.

"..." Then it's not easy for her to say anything, so she can just sit here with peace of mind.

Although the Hogwarts Express is an express, it is not too fast. It takes a day to reach Hogwarts, so many students will choose to take a nap on the way.

Candice was also one of them. She couldn't bear to fall asleep halfway, so she leaned against Riddle unconsciously. Riddle was reading a book. He felt his shoulders sink, and looked sideways at the girl's sleeping face, inexplicably I remembered that night in the summer vacation.

With a gentle face, he lifted his shoulders lightly to make her lean more comfortably.

After all this was done, he looked back to the front, and Greengrass stared at him dumbfounded, as if surprised that he would be so nice to a girl.

Riddle looked back at her with a half-smile, and stretched out his index finger to make a "shh" gesture on his lips. Greengrass was directly chilled by this gesture, and immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more.

Although, she was still a little troubled in her heart, and she couldn't figure out why he was with her only to hurt Candice Bell, but he treated her so well in the end, and refused to break up with her several times.

It wasn't just her who didn't understand it.

After school started, everyone knew that Riddle and Candice got back together, and there was another wave of gossip in the school.

But this wave didn’t disturb the parties. No one dared to disturb Riddle, and Candice had to prepare for the fifth-grade junior wizard exam and Quidditch training, so she had no time to pay attention. those people.

She is really busy, so busy that she flies off, just like Riddle in the fifth grade, she hardly has any private time.

This made Candice silently start to reflect on whether she was too hypocritical last year?She herself hadn't tried being busy in the fifth grade, so she felt that he didn't do a good job and didn't kindly neglect her, which seemed a little too irresponsible.

But anyway, after her breakup last year, Riddle has really improved.

Even if she is so busy that she can't see the end, he can always find the right time to meet her, or when her Quidditch training is over, or when she is ready to go to the library to read after dinner, he always finds a way find her.

They also started reading books together again. As a well-known Hogwarts student god, he also provided her with a lot of important experience in the exam.

"I was worried that I would fail the exam, but now I think I can get a good grade this time!" As Candice's good friends, Anita and Louise both benefited from her, and got a favor from Riddle. With one-on-one tutoring, the two of them no longer worry about their junior wizard exams like they did at the beginning of the school year.

"It's just a pity for Euphemia." Anita sighed, "It's such a good opportunity, she refused to come because of Fremont, so it's hard for her."

Louise whispered: "Candice, you didn't get back together with Riddle for the junior wizard exam, did you?"

Candice was eating Bibi's multi-flavored beans, and she almost choked to death when she heard her words. It was Anita who answered Louise for her: "In your eyes, is Riddle that bad? There is nothing except the exam. Use value?" Anita exaggerated, "Think about his face, my dear Louise, with his face, even if it's just for his smile, there are some girls who are willing to go down the mountain of swords and fire!"

After Candice finished coughing, she asked with a serious expression: "Who? Who is so willing to go down the mountain of swords and fire for his smile?"

Anita subconsciously said: "There are too many, there are several in Gryffindor, eh, no, aren't you trying to trick me?" She shielded her chest with the book, "Candice, you can't forget about it." Yi, we are all classmates, even though he is your boyfriend, others can at least be crazy about it, right?"

Candice was about to say something, but Fremont and Euphemia walked over, so all three of them shut up.

Fremont is also in the fifth grade this year. He has grown a lot taller, and he has become more mature than before. He has recently become obsessed with making various beauty potions. Candice and the others are the first beneficiaries. The hair is fluffy and beautiful.

"Hi, have you finished the book?" Euphemia greeted them first.

Candice nodded and asked them, "Are you going?"

Freemont smiled and said, "No, I'm here to look for your Candice. Captain Wood has arrested people for training. He is about to graduate soon. He has put in a lot of effort to win a championship this year."

Candice's face turned pale. Even though she liked Quidditch very much, this kind of training intensity was still a bit daunting.

"The game is only in November, and it's only October now. Is he too nervous?" Candice said so, but she still followed Freemont. She said as she walked, "I think he has been in a bad state recently Not good, his complexion has not been very good all the time, he should take some time to visit Mrs. Hill."

Who said no, Fremont also agreed with her opinion, but Captain Wood didn't care, and still insisted on his desperate training, and something happened within a few days.

He fell straight off the broom.

If Professor Flitwick hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid someone would have died.

Wood was sent to the medical wing in an emergency, and the captain was gone, so the Gryffindor Quidditch team naturally didn't need to train. Candice had a rest time and wanted to go to Riddle, but she counted the time, Today seems to be Professor Slughorn's slug club day. She declined because of Quidditch training. Riddle should be at the party now, right?

... Forget it, go back to the dormitory first, wait for his party to end, then contact him with the double-sided mirror.

Riddle was indeed at the Slug Club at the moment.

Not many people participated in the event today, including him, there were no more than six or seven people, and they were all his people.

They sat around the potbellied Slughorn in harder and lower chairs than Slughorn's.

Among these youths, Riddle had the most handsome face and also the most relaxed one. His right hand was carelessly resting on the armrest of the chair, his left hand was placed on the table, and the resurrection stone ring on the middle finger of his left was very conspicuous.

"Sir, is Professor Mellors retiring?" In the middle of a conversation, Riddle and Slughorn were talking.

Slughorn shook his frosted fingers and said, "Tom, Tom, even if I knew about this, I couldn't tell you directly." He winked and smiled, "I have to say, I want to know you Where did you get the news, boy. You know more than half the faculty."

Riddle smiled, and when he spoke the other boys fell silent, and they smiled as Riddle did, and gave him admiring looks—they could hear the admiration in Slughorn's words.

"You ghost, you can know things you shouldn't know, and you are careful to please important people - by the way, thank you for your pineapple, Tom, you guessed it right again, this is my favorite -" Slugger Horn babbled on, not noticing the quick flash of disgust in Riddle's eyes.

The party went on in such false good spirits until the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"Merlin, is it time?" said Slughorn. "It's time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your paper tomorrow or you'll be in detention. You too, Avery." He pointed to the two young men.

The two youths who were named showed annoyed expressions, and quickly walked out of the office with the others.

Riddle was behind them, watching as Slughorn rose from his chair and brought the empty glass to the table.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave either, and when everyone had left, Slughorn said to him, "Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught and you're still outside curfew, you're a prefect... "

Riddle smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Ask then, boy, ask quickly," Slughorn urged.

Riddle nodded slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Sir, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

Slughorn was taken aback when he heard the words, stroking the cup's stem absently with his fat fingers, and he didn't speak for a long while.

After a long time, he said with a slight tone: "The subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts, isn't it?"

How could Defense Against the Dark Arts possibly teach this?

Slughorn must have known that this was not a school topic, and he was asking it on purpose.

Riddle said calmly: "No, sir, I read it in a book, and I don't quite understand it."

Slughorn frowned, and said in a low voice, "Well... yeah, it's hard to find a book detailing Horcruxes at Hogwarts, Tom. It's a very evil thing, very evil."

"But you obviously understand, sir." Riddle's voice was very sincere, full of humility and good students, "I mean, if you are such a superb wizard, if you can't even tell me the answer, then you can't tell me the answer." No one else is going to know that. So I just wanted to ask — just to ask."

He used a proper, hesitant, casual tone, with clever compliments, and his inquiring attitude was not excessive at all. He was obviously an expert in extracting information from others, and he probably planned a paragraph for this conversation. time.

Slughorn was not looking directly at Riddle.

He played with the ribbon on the candied pineapple box and said, "Of course, it won't do any harm to give you a brief introduction, just to let you understand the term. Horcrux..." He lowered his voice, "It refers to a An object of the individual's part soul."

"But I don't quite understand what's going on, sir," Riddle said calmly.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn, "and hide a part in some object outside your body. That way, if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die, because There is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed. But, of course, existing in this form..." His face slowly wrinkled, "very few people can accept existing in this way, Tom, There are very few people like this, and death is more enjoyable."

Riddle smiled, unable to see whether he agreed with Slughorn's statement, he just continued: "Then do you know how to split a soul?"

This question startled Slughorn, and he said uncomfortably after a long while: "Oh, you must understand, Tom, that the soul should remain intact, and splitting it is an act of disobedience, it is against nature." of."

"Of course I know, sir. I'm just curious. You know me. I'm a student who likes to ask questions." Riddle said gently.

Slughorn remained silent for longer this time, and Riddle seemed patient, and when Slughorn finally spoke, he showed no particular anticipation.

"By an act of evil—the most evil of all, by murder!" Slughorn said oppressively. "Killing splits the soul, and wizards who wish to create Horcruxes take advantage of this destruction to tear the split souls apart." The fragments were sealed away..."

"Save? How to save?"

"There's a spell... oh enough, don't ask me, I don't know!" Slughorn shook his head like an elephant annoyed by mosquitoes. "Do I look like I've tried it? I Like a murderer?"

Riddle said lightly: "Of course not, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend..."

"Where, there, no offense." Slughorn said gruffly, "It's normal to be a little curious about these things. Talented wizards will always be attracted by the other side of magic."

"Yes, sir." Riddle smiled, "but I still don't understand one thing—just out of curiosity, what I want to ask is, is a Horcrux useful? Can the soul only be split once or Twice? Wouldn't it be better to have more slices, to make a person stronger? Like, isn't seven the most magical number? Seven—?"

"My Merlin, Tom!" cried Slughorn, "seven! Isn't it evil enough to try to kill a man? Anyway... splitting a soul is evil enough, and dividing it into seven pieces is unthinkable." What terrible consequences..."

Slughorn looked very disturbed now, staring at Riddle, wondering what his intentions were.

Riddle immediately changed into a relaxed expression and said: "Sir, what we are talking about is just hypothetical and academic." He put on a mocking expression and said, "Who would actually make a Horcrux? There must be a price to pay for making it, right? Not everyone can afford that price..."

Slughorn's expression improved a little at this time, he nodded and said: "You are right, child, the harm caused by making Horcruxes is not something everyone can bear, only a complete soul Only in this way can the wizard become more powerful. After the soul is split, it is equivalent to losing part of the body's strength. An incomplete soul cannot fully release the depths of magic. Even a wizard who has split the soul, It is very likely that they will not be able to have their own offspring..."

Riddle frowned slightly when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about the advisability of his words, he said without a trace: "I think what you said is very reasonable... Have you ever seen such an example? A wizard after splitting the soul... Wizards with multiple souls, what will become of them?"

"Very few people have that ability, Tom, and whoever does, he's going to be crazy! He's going to be downright crazy! Horribly crazy!" Slughorn evidently didn't intend to talk about it any more. Off topic, he has already paid too much for candied pineapple.

"Okay Tom, you mustn't talk about what we've talked about, what we've discussed. People will be very upset if they find out that we talked about Horcruxes. It's forbidden at Hogwarts, you You know, Dumbledore is especially intense..."

"Of course I won't say it, sir." Riddle whispered, "Please rest assured, this is a little secret between us."

He knew very well that there would be nothing more to ask from Slughorn today, so he stopped pushing and left after speaking.

He walked out of the Potions professor's office and walked towards the common room, where the double-sided mirror kept next to him heated up.

He glanced sideways, looked around, and after making sure that there was no one there, he went into the corner of the wall and took out the double-sided mirror.

Candice's face soon appeared on the other side of the double-sided mirror. She should have already rested. The neckline of the white nightgown was vaguely visible, and her thick long golden hair was also scattered, covering a small part of her face in a mess.

"Is the party finally over?" Candice asked softly.

Riddle said softly: "You are already the fifth-year prefect of Gryffindor, and you should have moved into the prefect's dormitory to live alone. Why are you still talking so quietly? Is there anyone else in the room?"

other people?This guess is really ruining people's innocence. Candice frowned and stared at him, and said in a low voice: "I'm just not used to it yet. I always feel that I'm still in the previous dormitory, and there are other people around me."

"It doesn't matter, you will always get used to it, but even if you can't get used to it, it doesn't matter, I will always be by your side, and you can always receive my reminders, so it doesn't matter what you forget or what you are not used to."

Riddle spoke in a casual tone, it was just that he was accustomed to accommodating her and flattering her, he didn't realize what kind of promise he was making, and how much impact these words would have on the girl.

Candice's face was a little hot. She stared at the handsome face opposite the mirror and said, "Why is it so late today? Isn't the party supposed to end at eleven o'clock? You seem to be still outside? Didn't you go back to the dormitory?"

"I stayed alone to discuss some issues with the dean." He actually answered truthfully.

Candice was a little curious: "What's the problem?"

Riddle was silent for a while and said, "Do you want to see me?"

Candice was stunned: "Now?" She wanted to see him, but it's so late now, and they're not in the same academy, it's a bit...

"It's now." Riddle stepped out of the corner, pulled out his wand and cast a disillusionment spell on himself, "You just need to answer whether I want to or not."

Candice bit her lip and said firmly, "...I want to."

"That's good. Wait for me obediently, I'll be right there."

He speaks quickly, then cuts off the signal, leaving Candice confused.

He seemed to mean to let her wait in the dormitory?

What is he doing?

As a Slytherin, was he going to break into the Gryffindor dormitory, and it was the prefect's dormitory?

It would be fine if the two of them were in the same academy, but...but this is cross-academy!Will the Fat Lady let him in?

Obviously, Candice's worries are really unnecessary.

Because the Fat Lady was too easy for Riddle.

With little effort, he walked into the Gryffindor common room covered in gold and red, and quickly found the conspicuous female prefect's dormitory.

He glanced at the nameplate of Candice Bell hanging on the door, took out his wand and silently used the door opening spell, and walked in without changing his expression.

Candice left the bed when Riddle asked her to wait. She was pacing back and forth in the room with bare feet. When the door opened, she was startled, but not too surprised.

Riddle's figure slowly appeared in the void, and Candice looked at him in surprise, rushed to close the door of the bedroom quickly, and asked uneasily, "You just walked in like this?"

Riddle looked at her and said, "I'm not ostentatious, I cast the Disillusionment Charm, and no one can see me."

Candice's heart moved: "...That is a spell that only the seventh grade can learn? No, the seventh grade probably won't learn it either."

"I'm always good at mastering spells that others can't master." Riddle said with a smile, took a step forward, directly wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you ask me and the dean?" What was talked about? I want to tell you myself."

Candice looked at him ignorantly: "What did you talk about?"

Riddle stared at her with burning eyes and said, "I asked him how to be a qualified father."

Candice: "..." This... this is a foul!

How can I ask the dean these questions now?They haven't graduated yet!

She still has more than two years, and he still has more than a year to graduate. It's too early to ask this now.

but……

"Then how did he answer?" She couldn't help asking curiously.

In fact, when Riddle asked Slughorn today, he not only wanted to know whether it was safe and feasible to make multiple Horcruxes, but also wanted to determine whether it would really have the consequence of not being able to have offspring.

Slughorn's words finally proved what he read in that book. A wizard who has split his soul is most likely unable to conceive offspring, but... it doesn't matter.

He will find a way.

There is nothing he can't do, and this is the same.

"He said he was alone and couldn't answer my questions."

In the end, Riddle answered Candice like this: "But it doesn't matter, I can ask Mr. Bell about this issue later."

Candice was completely speechless now.

She slipped out of Riddle's arms and ran back to hide under the curtains of the bed.

Riddle walked unhurriedly to the bed, still pondering another piece of information he had received from Slughorn in his mind.

A wizard who splits his soul many times becomes a madman.

...completely insane.

Only a wizard with a complete soul can become more powerful...

Although Slughorn was so vain and greedy in some places that he hated him, as a powerful wizard who was about the same age as Dumbledore and had a lot of experience, his words were still very credible.

Then it seems that the plan to make seven Horcruxes needs to be temporarily shelved.

After all, it was true that he wanted to live forever, but two Horcruxes would do the trick.

Although it is impossible to make seven, instead of becoming an immortal lunatic, it seems more feasible to give up the number seven that he thinks has magic power and become an immortal wise man.

After making up his mind, Riddle loosened his tie, swung his wand and cast a confinement spell on the door of the dormitory. After making sure it was safe, he lifted the curtain of the bed and grabbed Candice who was about to dodge.

The seeds of desire are scattered in every corner of the night.

The whispering voice is full of obsession and drunkenness.

Before she knew it, there seemed to be a vague, indistinguishable male or female voice coming from a very distant place, it was sent into Candice's drowsy consciousness, she seemed to hear the voice saying —Welcome to hell.

Candice woke up for a few seconds, but soon fell into a trance, and the dense water vapor filled her eyes. She gradually obeyed the young man with whom she was closest, as if only he could take her to the blissful paradise.

At this time, she had no idea that the man who could bring her to heaven was destined to push her to hell with his own hands.