[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

No one hurt Candice.

Candice got herself into the hospital wing herself.

She saw Morfin Gaunt's real, hidden memory.

Seeing a hidden side of Tom Riddle that she had never seen before.

As the only direct descendants left by Slytherin, the Gaunt family was indescribably shabby and filthy, dirtier than any place Candice had ever seen.The ceiling is covered with thick cobwebs, the ground is dark, there are moldy food and a pile of rusted pots on the table, and the only light comes from a dangling candle at a man's feet.

The man's hair and beard had grown to cover his eyes and mouth, and for a moment Candice wondered if he was dead.

It was only when there was a heavy knock on the door that the man reacted a little. He stood up abruptly, opened his eyes, raised his wand with his right hand, and held a short knife in his left.

After no one opened the door, the knocker lost patience, and the door creaked open, and a young man stood at the door, holding an old-fashioned oil lamp, tall, black-haired, pale, handsome--yes Riddle.

Candice should be the person who is most familiar with Riddle in this world.

She knows the appearance of every inch of his body, the characteristics of his private places, and where he likes to be kissed the most.

But at this moment, looking at the pale and handsome young man in Mofen's memory, she felt very strange.

Riddle stood in the dim memory, his eyes moved slowly in the dirty room, and soon fell on the dirty man.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and the man came staggeringly, the wine bottle ping-pong at his feet.

He rushed towards Riddle, holding his wand and dagger high, and shouted with all his might, "Who!"

Riddle stared at this lunatic man indifferently, and said something in a hoarse language that Candice couldn't understand.

The man who attacked him was shocked and hit the table uncontrollably.

The moldy pot fell to the ground with a loud noise, the man stared at Riddle, they looked at each other, the first to lose patience was the dirty man.

There is no doubt that this man is the owner of the memory, Riddle's uncle, Morfin Gaunt.

"You say that?" asked Morfin gruffly, referring to—Parseltongue.

Riddle entered the room, the door closed behind him, and he said emotionlessly, "Yes, I will."

Morfin's wand was pointed at Riddle the entire time, and Candice had to marvel at Riddle's fearlessness as he entered the room with disgust and perhaps disappointment on his face.

"Where's Marvolo?" It was Riddle's voice, and Candice could hear it even if it turned into ashes.

"Dead," said Morfin. "Been dead for years, hasn't he?"

"then who are you?"

"I'm Morfin, ain't I?"

"Marvolo's son?"

"Of course it is, then..." Morfin pushed back the hair on his face to get a better look at Riddle, and when he fiddled with his hair, Candice noticed the ring on his finger.

She had seen this ring on Riddle's hand before, it was Marvolo Gaunt's resurrection stone ring.

"I thought you were that Muggle." Morfin muttered after seeing Riddle clearly, "You look very much like that Muggle."

Riddle frowned. He probably hated the word "Muggle" from his blood. He asked Morfin sharply, "Which Muggle?"

"The Muggle that my sister is infatuated with! The Muggle who lives in the big house across the way!" Morfin said, spat unexpectedly between the two, "You look like him—Riddle But he's older, he's older than you, I remembered..." Morfin swayed dazedly, leaning on the side of the table and said, "He's back, you know."

Riddle stared at Morfin, as if he was estimating how much strength he had against him, and he stepped closer: "Riddle...is back?"

Morfin spat on the ground again: "Oh of course! He's back! He abandoned my sister, and my sister deserved it, married to trash!" He said angrily, "She also took our things and ran away Before! Where's the locket? Where's the Slytherin locket?"

Riddle didn't speak, he just looked at Morfin, his black eyes were deep, and he couldn't find out the true meaning.

Morfin became angry again, brandishing a dagger and shouting, "She's disgraced us! That little bastard! And, who are you? Why are you here asking these questions?! It's all over, isn't it? It's in the past……"

Morfin averted his gaze slightly, and shook his body violently. Riddle hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled mockingly, and walked up to Morfin.

A darkness struck at this moment, and the memory about Riddle ended here, and it was Little Hangleton who reappeared.

A maid shouted in the street that there were three dead bodies in the drawing room of the mansion—old Riddle and his parents.

Candice straightened up straight from the Pensieve, panting quickly while holding the sides of the Pensieve, Dumbledore stood behind her, gently helped her back, and explained in a low voice: "He knocked unconscious Morfin, so the memory faded when he approached. After Morfin was unconscious, he took Morfin's wand, and then walked across the valley to the big house opposite, and killed the Muggle who abandoned his wizard mother, by the way Killed his Muggle grandparents, wiped out the existence of the unworthy Riddle family, and got revenge on his biological father who never wanted him."

Candice closed her eyes, her breathing gradually calmed down, Dumbledore's voice was still in her ears.

"...After killing someone, he returned to the Gaunts' house, performed some complicated magic, implanted false, murderous memories into his uncle's mind, placed his wand next to his uncle, took and walked away with that ancient resurrection stone ring."

"...how did you find this memory...and find out the truth?" Candice spoke in a hoarse and depressed voice.

Dumbledore was silent for a while before saying: "Morfin has always retained this real memory, but it takes a lot of highly skilled Legilimency to draw it out. After he was convicted, I tried to get him out of Az Caban was released, but he died before the Ministry could make a decision. I'm glad I found the memory before then."

Dumbledore seemed a little annoyed: "...Although Riddle was underage at that time, Morfin lived opposite the old Riddle's house. His presence made it impossible for the Ministry of Magic to determine whether the person who performed the magic that night was a minor or not. ,so……"

"So Morfin, who went around showing off that he killed that Muggle family, became a scapegoat of course."

Candice completed what Dumbledore had left to say.

This seems a little cruel.

Telling her too many things in one day completely subverted the perfect image of her lover in her heart. Was it too hasty?

But Dumbledore had to be in a hurry. If she didn't know everything now, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

"Candice?" Dumbledore called Candice's name a little worriedly, but Candice didn't answer.

Her body shook, and she fell into Dumbledore's arms without warning.

Dumbledore exclaimed, hugged her tightly, and called her loudly: "Candice!"

That's how Candice got into the hospital wing.

It was late at night when she woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the picture in front of her eyes gradually changed from blurred to clear. The moonlight projected in through the windows of the medical wing, illuminating the empty and silent room.

She's not alone here.

There was another person beside the bed.

Someone she hadn't expected to meet at this time and this place.

Abraxas Malfoy's face became paler under the moonlight. He silently watched Candice who had just woken up. His aura was suddenly stronger than before graduation, giving people a strange feeling.

Candice frowned, and she said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

Malfoy looked at her indifferently, and asked her in a low voice, "Why did you enter the medical wing?"

Candice sat up with her body propped up, her face was bloodless, her lips were dry, and she leaned on the bed to support her precarious body.

"It's none of your business. I'm the one who should ask the question. Why are you at Hogwarts? You've already graduated." Candice bit her lip and said this sentence, feeling a little out of breath, although she didn't want to lie down , but also had to lie down again.

She almost fell onto the bed, and she was unconscious for a few seconds.

When she woke up again, Malfoy had already sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

Candice looked at him with a frown, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was hard to describe - while it was true that she saw Malfoy's face, he didn't feel that way to her.

Candice's eyes widened suddenly, and she straightened up again, this time "Malfoy" reached out to support her.

"It's you." Candice stared at the man with Malfoy's face in front of him for a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth, trying to get close to kiss her, but Candice pushed him away hard.

The "Malfoy" who was pushed away frowned slightly, and he explained in a soft tone: "Abu inherited the family, he is the director of Hogwarts, and he can enter Hogwarts justifiably, so... ..."

"Compound potion?" Candice said suppressing her emotions.

She was right.

It was indeed Polyjuice Potion, and the person who came was not Abraxas, but Riddle.

A close lover will never fail to recognize his man, even if he changes into someone else's appearance, his aura and subtle movements cannot be changed. Candice quickly recognized him, Riddle Take comfort in this.

"I heard that you were hurt, someone hurt you." Riddle observed Candice, his slender jade hand gently fell on her body, "I can't bear not seeing you at this moment, so I can only come out here Bad move. I thought you'd be happy to see me." He gazed at her thoughtfully, as if trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

Candice looked back at the man who had turned into Malfoy, and rationally told her that she should immediately draw out her wand and directly cast a death curse on him, this is a murderer, a damned liar!He was the instigator of all evils, and he ruthlessly killed three... no, four people!He eloquently argued that the Chamber of Secrets incident was not his fault, but Merlin, who else could it be but him?

it's him.

He did it all.

all of them.

Anyone who is a student of Slytherin can call himself the heir of Slytherin... She was really obsessed before she believed his nonsense. Look at this man, look at his smile, look at his eyes, look at him Look at everything about him, take a good look at this liar!

"It's time to end."

After a complete breakdown, there was indescribable calm, Candice retreated, leaned against the head of the bed, pulled out her snow-white wand, stared at the man close at hand, and said word by word, "We're done, Tom Riddle. "

At this moment, how could Riddle still not understand what happened?

He gradually became expressionless, he stood up slowly, the compound potion began to fail, his real face appeared in front of Candice, Candice stared at him coldly, her trembling hands tightly held the wand, Even the wand began to tremble.

"It seems that you know it all." After Riddle completely changed back to his own appearance, he smiled and said softly, "It's a pity that you found out so soon, I originally wanted to hide it from you for the rest of my life Woolen cloth."

"Hiding me all my life?" Candice said excitedly, "How did you say these things with peace of mind? How did you deceive me again and again? Look at me being played around by your lies Are you very proud?"

Riddle was quiet for a while in the night, and then he said unhurriedly: "If a lie can be told for a lifetime, then it is not considered a lie." He took a few steps forward, leaning over to avoid him Candice, holding her in her arms easily, "I thought about confessing everything to you, but my dear, you couldn't bear it yourself. You couldn't wait to want it when I only showed a glimpse of truth." Break up with me, then I can only lie to you, because only in this way can you continue to stay by my side." He buried her neck, smelling her body, "You forced me to do that."

……

At this moment, he can still say such words.

Candice slapped him directly on the face with such force that blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Riddle raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes, still maintaining a smile and a gentle attitude: "Calm down? Don't be angry, we are getting married soon, right? I haven't told you yet, I found a really nice house…”

"Enough!" Candice bit her lip and interrupted him, "I absolutely! I will never marry you!"

She jumped out of the bed and pointed at Riddle with her wand. Riddle turned to look at her. It must be said that although he knew she couldn't hurt him, he was still a little sad to see her pointing her wand at him.

Ah, yes, sadness, a dull ache in the heart, that feeling is sadness, and she had taught him that.

"Just because I killed a few people who deserved to die?" Riddle stood up, and he turned sideways to her, "—that Mudblood, she is not worthy of learning magic, so she deserves to die. As for the one who abandoned my mother and My man, he directly caused my mother's death, shouldn't he deserve to die?"

He walked around to the side of the hospital bed and got closer to Candice. Candice couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Stop! Don't get any closer! Do you really think I dare not shoot you?!"

Riddle stared at her for a long time before saying, "I believe in your courage, of course you dare to attack me."

"Then stand there and don't move!" Candice gasped.

"But I don't think you will shoot at me." Riddle said and took another step forward.

Candice couldn't bear it anymore, a red light mercilessly hit the ground in front of him, and there was an explosive sound. After a burst of smoke, Riddle's indifferent and slightly shocked face became clear again.

"You really broke my heart." Riddle still smiled, but the smile was cold and creepy, and his wand slipped from his sleeve, "This is not a place to talk, maybe I should put you out of the Take it here-"

Candice leaned against the wall behind her. She knew that she and Riddle were far apart in strength. She knew that if he really wanted to do something to her, she would have no ability to resist, but...

Just when Riddle was about to cast a spell on Candice, a white light repelled his spell, and Riddle quickly turned his head to look, and Dumbledore stood there upright.

"Stay away from her, Riddle." Holding the Elder Wand in his hand, Dumbledore walked towards this side step by step. He didn't wear glasses, and he was wearing a strict suit. He stood in front of Candice without hesitation , covering her tightly behind his broad back.

"I've heard something." Dumbledore stared at Riddle, who was grimly frowning. "The reason you chose to be with Candice at first was to take revenge on me who treated you unfairly, isn't that true?"

Candice shuddered. It was not the first time she had heard these words. She had heard them in the conversation between Greenglass and Walburga Black. At that time, she chose to believe Riddle, but...she opened her eyes wide Her eyes were fixed on Dumbledore's back. His presence prevented her from seeing Riddle, and fortunately she couldn't. If she did, she might faint again from despair.

"If these things are true, then you can terminate your plan. Your harm to Candice has taken revenge on me. I confess to you that I have indeed been tortured because of it. From now on, Candice and you will no longer It has a little to do with it."

When Dumbledore spoke, his wand was always facing Riddle. He was the greatest white wizard of this century, the pinnacle that no one dared to challenge. Even if he was as confident as Riddle, he didn't want to confront him head-on at this moment.

Riddle stood there with his wand in his hand, he wanted to see Candice again, he wanted to take her away, but Dumbledore seemed to be blocking him like a mountain, he couldn't get over it, so he had to give up.

Riddle never imagined that after he became an adult, after he graduated, there would still be times when he was unable to do what he wanted.

He smiled mockingly, gripped his wand tightly and said, "You told her everything."

Dumbledore said: "Since you guessed this, you should understand that the evidence in my hand is enough for you to be arrested by the Ministry of Magic."

Riddle stared at him gloomyly, and said impatiently: "Get out of the way, let me talk to her."

Dumbledore looked at him expressionlessly: "I can make a deal with you."

transaction?

The white wizard made a deal with him?

Riddle thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't quickly dismiss it.

Dumbledore said directly: "I give up accusing you of murder."

These words were really thunderous, not only Riddle, but even Candice who was hiding behind him was stunned.

"Professor..." Candice grabbed his sleeve, and Dumbledore held her hand with his free hand, comforting her silently.Their intertwined hands fell into Riddle's eyes, and he frowned sullenly, as if all negative emotions were about to erupt at any moment.

"But you have to promise me that you will never pester Candice again from now on."

Dumbledore took a step forward, approaching the dangerous young man, "You can't defeat me at this moment, boy, if you understand this clearly, then you should know that you can only agree to my conditions. Otherwise, I will put Sending you to Azkaban - tormenting you with dementors can also achieve the purpose of getting you out of Candice."

Riddle's voice was indifferent: "Do you think Azkaban can lock me up?"

"Yes, I have to admit that you are excellent, so I am also worried that the dementors may not be able to completely control you, which is why I chose to make a deal with you." Dumbledore said incredulously, "I will only give you once Chance, Riddle, you should understand—how difficult it is for me not to bring you to justice knowing your crime, I only give you three seconds to think about it, if you don't agree, then... ..." Dumbledore raised his wand, "I have a third plan."

The so-called third solution, Dumbledore didn't need to say it, the other two people present also knew it very well.

He would have killed Riddle.

Riddle is really not sure of defeating Dumbledore at this moment. Dumbledore's age and experience are there. He is not yet 20 years old and he cannot climb a mountain. He needs to become stronger and work harder to truly surpass he……

He has no other choice.

Maybe he shouldn't have come to Hogwarts today.

Riddle took a step back slowly.

He put away his wand, and said in silence for a moment, "I promise you."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

But Candice standing behind him couldn't relax.

Because Riddle quickly said again: "But before I leave here, you have to let me take another look at her." He pursed his thin lips, his voice was cold and hoarse, "I have one last word to say to she says."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, he turned sideways, and asked Candice's opinion silently.

Candice lowered her head, and after a while, she raised her eyes and looked across Dumbledore at Riddle.

Two people, two pairs of eyes, four eyes facing each other, at that moment, time seemed to go back a long time ago.

At that time, she was nine years old and he was ten years old. She saw him being bullied in the sky, and she flew down to block him without hesitation.

That seems to have happened in a previous life.

The bits and pieces of their intimacy, the sweet memories of their cumulative relationship, flashed by like a silent movie, and Candice looked at him and asked a question.

"You were with me, really just to get revenge on Professor Dumbledore?"

Her voice was so sad, she thought she would not be more sad at this moment, but after she finished speaking, her heart was still sore.

Tears fall like broken beads, her blue and fearless eyes are always full of pain, she is no longer like a beautiful rose in full bloom, she is like a broken flower that is about to wither, the petals fall one by one, even the thorns on the branches no longer exists.

Riddle looked at her blankly.

He engraved her eyebrows and eyes, and her appearance of being in pain at the moment, into his mind, and whispered his answer.

"Yes." He said briefly.

At this point, there is no need to hide anymore.

Candice swayed and nearly fell, Dumbledore supported her, and he looked at Riddle with a stern look. Riddle kept looking at Candice without giving him half a glance.

"It was like that at the beginning." He said again, numbly, "It's just like that at the beginning."

He gripped his wand tightly, humiliation and pain tormenting him, he never imagined that when he prepared everything for their wedding and their future, it would be like this.

He closed his eyes, lifted his chin slightly, and left the last sentence he wanted to say in a gloomy and cold voice.

"I love you. Candice Bell." He looked at Candice and repeated hopelessly. "I loved you as much as I could."

He bit the words hard, ignoring Dumbledore's horrified gaze when he heard the words, and the moment the words fell, he forcibly broke through Hogwarts' defenses, and Apparated away.

Candice stood there quietly, and Dumbledore stood beside her, holding her in his arms silently.

"Even if he is so bad, you still can't help but love him?" He heard himself asking her like this, and it seemed that he was asking himself by asking her.Another figure appeared in his mind, a figure that could no longer have any relationship.

Candice finally cried out.

She buried herself in Dumbledore's arms and wept loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the pain.

Dumbledore's hand fell on her back, and although she didn't answer, he already knew the answer.

He also knew the answer in his own mind.

Even if he is so bad, she still can't help but love him.

Even if he is so bad...he still can't help but love him.