[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Riddle disappeared.

After Hepzibah's relatives found out that she had previously crossed paths with him, he was never found again.

He left Borginbock and went nowhere, and the Ministry of Magic couldn't find his exact location.

After Dumbledore read the message on the letter, he cast a spell and destroyed the letter.

Not long after, there was a noise in the fireplace, and he turned his eyes to see that Freemont came out from inside.

Compared to when he was studying, Fremont is much more mature now. He is now an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. He should have just gone through a battle, and he still smells bloody.

"Professor." Freemont came out from the fireplace and stood still, "You are looking for me?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, he stroked Fox's head, turned and walked towards Fremont.

Freemont took a few steps forward: "Is there anything I can do?"

Dumbledore slowly stopped in front of him, stared at him for a long time, and then said softly: "Mr. Potter, you love Candice deeply, don't you?"

Freemont nodded subconsciously, then turned his eyes away in embarrassment when he came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "...but she doesn't like me, Professor. Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Dumbledore smiled lightly and said: "I just want to know, I don't have any special intentions, you don't need to have any burdens, Mr. Potter, you just need to tell me what's on your mind." Speaking of this, He changed his tone and said emotionally, "Then I want to ask you, Mr. Potter—is it true that no matter what Candice has done, even if she made an unforgivable mistake, you will not change your love for her?" , won't leave her?"

Fremont frowned slightly, with many memories lingering in his caramel-colored eyes, he clenched his wand tightly and said, "From the first time I saw her, she is the girl I love the most, in this life, never again Others. Even if she doesn’t choose me in the future, I will always bless her and protect her, no matter what happens to her or what happens to her, as long as she is willing, I will always wait for her.”

Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth, smiled complicatedly, and said after a while: "Then I want to tell you something, Fremont, if you know these things and still don't change your choice, I think... you guys There will be a good result."

Fremont looked at his former professor in surprise, and didn't speak for a long time.

time flies.

Months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Prophecy Hall of the Ministry of Magic, Candice in a rose-colored dress completed her job duties and walked out with a smile.

"Here, Candice."

A clear male voice came from not far away. Candice looked up and saw Fremont standing there in a dark blue windbreaker. He was tall and smiling eagerly. Candice smiled unconsciously, carrying a The hem of the skirt walked over quickly.

"How long have you been here?" After taking the flowers from Freemont, Candice smelled them and said, "Thank you, it's beautiful, I like it very much."

Freemont whispered: "It's fine if you like it. I just arrived too, have you finished your work yet?"

Candice nodded, and Fremont continued: "Then we should set off, and the time agreed with Mr. Bell is coming."

Today is an important day.

It was the day when Fremont Potter officially met Mr. Bell as his son-in-law.

They met in a luxurious wizard restaurant, and Candice walked in holding Freemont's hand, not noticing that there were other acquaintances in the restaurant.

Abraxas was sitting in the VIP box, he looked out through the window, his eyes fixed on Candice and Fremont who were intimate.

"What's the matter?" Lestrange came over and asked, "What are you looking at, so preoccupied?"

Abraxas pulled Lestrange away before he also looked out, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, continue eating."

Lestrange glanced at him suspiciously, but finally said nothing.

Throughout the rest of the journey, Abraxas was a little absent-minded. He kept thinking of Potter and Candice, who were holding arms and holding hands, and his brows were always tightly furrowed.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

It looked as if something had happened that he didn't know about.

The grown-up entrusted him with a small matter before leaving England.

He made him keep an eye on Candice Bell's situation.

The situation he saw here today must not be what he thought.

If so, should he tell the lord?

Perhaps he should wait until things become clearer before reporting.

and……

For some reason, as long as he thought of Potter holding Bell's hand, he felt very uncomfortable.

Abraxas drank a glass of wine, and even the beautiful witch around him looked uncomfortable.

Time passed like water.

Christmas comes again and again and everything seems to calm down.

Candice's life is extremely stable. Although she always has a feeling that this stability is hard-won, she has never figured out where this anxiety comes from.

She is getting married.

Fremont grew up with his childhood sweetheart.

She didn't feel much about it. As far as she could remember, she and Freemont had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a long time, and they established a romantic relationship in her second year of school.

They read books together, played Quidditch matches together, went to Hogsmeade together, celebrated birthdays together... many, many, those memories are very beautiful, and she has always been with Fremont, and there is no second person.

So she thinks that at this moment, marrying someone who has been with him for so long is a matter of course.

A week before the wedding, Candice started packing her personal belongings.

After the marriage she will move to live with Freemont and will not be able to live with her father anymore.

Her father was very relieved that she could marry Fremont, but he always looked through the window with a heavy expression when he was alone and looked at the orphanage opposite. Candice saw it a few times and asked him what was wrong. They all said it was fine.

Maybe he wanted to adopt a Muggle kid?

Oh, don't be funny, how is it possible, Mr. Bell is so busy, and she was reluctant to take care of her when she was young, why would he want to adopt a child, and it is a Muggle child?

Why is that?

Candice hugged the storage box and stood in front of the window looking out. The orphanage on the opposite side was shrouded in the haze of London.

Inexplicably, she felt very familiar with that place.

Is it because of living opposite it for so many years?

Candice didn't take it seriously, and went back to the bedroom with the storage box in her arms.

She doesn't have too many things, but she doesn't have too many things. If there are more small items, it's a bit troublesome to tidy them up.

Candice sat cross-legged on the ground, picking out the contents of the jewelry box and putting them into the storage box. She slowly opened the small drawer of the jewelry box, and saw a broken ring inside.

She froze for a moment, took out the fragment of the ring and put it in her palm to observe carefully.

...This seems to be the ring that Fremont gave her?It is a beautiful rose shape.

Why is it broken?Candice couldn't remember anything, and she simply didn't want to, and said "recovery" directly to the ring.

The ring quickly recovered under the spell, and she wore it on her finger. Even though many years had passed, it was still radiant, beautiful and lovable.

Candice caressed the ring on her finger and couldn't help smiling, thinking that Fremont would be very happy to see her wearing this ring.

Things in the back are much easier to clean up.

Candice is in trouble again because of a box under the bed.

The box looked old and dusty, probably put in it shortly after she graduated?

She cleaned the box with a wave of her wand, and then proceeded to open it once it was clean.

There is nothing special inside.

There's a notebook, a class schedule, a two-way mirror, and... a bracelet.

The bracelet was inlaid with green gemstones, which shone brightly in the dim light.

It's the style she likes, kind of like a scrunchie for her hair.

Candice didn't care about it, it looked too ordinary to be noticeable, she cared more about other things.

She picked up the timetable first, and it didn't belong to her at first glance. She frowned and thought for a while, it seemed to be the timetable for a grade higher than her.

Strange, why does she have a senior year schedule?

She put down the timetable in confusion, and picked up the notebook again.

The notebook is very ordinary, with a black cover, and it is empty inside, with nothing written on it.

And finally, the two-way mirror.

The mirror is placed in the box, there is no dust, and the mirror surface is very clear.

Whose double-sided mirror is this her?

Candice picked up the mirror in puzzlement, hesitated for a moment, and tapped the mirror.

The moment she knocked on the mirror, Candice felt her heart beat violently.

She stared at the mirror with some unsteady breathing, only her face was always reflected in it.

Disappointed, she put down the mirror and snapped it back into the box, thinking, maybe it's just that there is no owner's mirror.

In the end, she re-sealed these incomprehensible things and prepared to take them to her future home together.

What she didn't know was that the moment she closed the lid again, the mirror lit up, and a face that she never wanted to see again appeared in it. signal.

Candice goes to see Fremont.

They both worked at the Ministry of Magic, and she would meet him in the Auror's office after get off work.

Freemont didn't go out today, but ran over as soon as he saw her.

The other Aurors were making fun of him, envious of him having a perfect fiancée like Candice.

Freemont responded to them with a smile, and when he stood in front of Candice, he stroked her hair and said softly, "Why are you here? Why didn't you wait for me to find you?"

"I have nothing to do today. I left for a while, so I came to you first." When she said this, she smiled and raised her hand with the ring, and asked him, "Does it look good?"

Fremont's reaction to seeing the rose ring was different from what she had imagined.

He didn't have much reaction, just praised her kindly: "It's so beautiful, it suits you very well."

Candice was stunned for a moment, and there was a subtle psychological gap, but she quickly adjusted: "Yeah, I think so, I like it very much." She stared at his caramel-colored eyes, hoping He could feel her thanking him, and Fremont watched her for a moment, belatedly realizing something.

"...As long as you like it." Freemont smiled a little stiffly, and he quickly turned Candice's body to prevent her from staring at him like that, and found an excuse to take her away.

Candice felt a little strange, but couldn't tell why.

a few days later.

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, who had already become the principal, and Fremont faced each other, discussing the wedding in a few days.

They chatted for a while, and when the business was almost done, Dumbledore asked nonchalantly, "You seem to have something on your mind, Fremont, is it because the wedding is about to take place?"

Fremont was wearing a dark brown long windbreaker, his hand holding the wand was hanging by his side, and his free hand was placed on the table in the principal's office, and he said after a long while: "Candice wore a new ring a few days ago. He said in embarrassment, "She thought I gave it to her, but in fact..."

Dumbledore cut him off directly.

"That's what you gave her, Fremont." Dumbledore looked serious, "It may have been too long, so you forgot."

Freemont stared at him with complicated eyes, nodded his head after a long time, and said seriously: "Yes, I remembered, that is the ring I gave her, why did I forget."

Dumbledore changed into a gentle tone: "It's okay, this is normal, people's memory often makes mistakes, and I always forget whether I have taken the tooth health potion today."

Fremont pursed his lips, smiled and said nothing, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and said, "I believe in you, child. I believe in your love for Candice, and I believe that you can do what you promised." Everything. I hope you can be happy, but if one day you feel that you can't do it, you have to tell me before Candice realizes it. "

Fremont looked at Dumbledore solemnly: "It won't be that day." He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Unless I die, there will never be that day."

Dumbledore stared at him for a long time, and said with relief, "I believe I saw the right person."

Of course he was right.

He's hardly ever looked the other way in his life, whether it's on good guys or bad guys.

He presided over the wedding of Fremont and Candice, and watched his Tangtang marry the "lover" in her heart with peace of mind and happiness.

This is the best ending for her.

All the sweet memories she experienced were transferred to another person by Dumbledore.

Maybe it's not fair to Freemont who plays the role, but it's Freemont's own choice.

As long as he can be with her, he is willing to do anything.

Everything went very smoothly.

The wizarding world is peaceful, and the lives of the Potters are as peaceful as water.

The outstanding young wizard who once existed disappeared without a trace.

Over the years, Dumbledore has never given up looking for him, not only because of the fact that he forced Candice to kill someone, but he is even more worried that he will suddenly appear and destroy Candice's happy life at the moment.

Fortunately, in the years after Candice got married, he never came back. Although he did some things outside, led some unhealthy trends, and some news reached Dumbledore's ears, at least he didn't come Damn Candice.

Perhaps he had given up entirely.

After so many years, maybe he really doesn't value this relationship anymore.

For such a crazy young man, love this incomprehensible subject, maybe he doesn't want to study any more.

But even without him, Candice's life isn't entirely without its ups and downs.

She has never been able to have children of her own.

This incident made Candice a little anxious. She and Freemont had been unable to conceive a child for many years in their marriage.

During this period, her former best friends Anita and Louise were pregnant and had children, but she remained silent.

Candice was a little anxious, she was very anxious every day, Fremont kept comforting her, telling her that the little wizard was hard-won, so don't worry, even if they didn't, they could live happily together for the rest of their lives. What burden is there for this matter.

But the more he was like this, the harder it was for Candice to accept.

In the year Louise was pregnant with her second child, Candice finally couldn't bear it.

She found Dumbledore during the summer vacation and asked a difficult question.

"I can't speak, Professor." Candice blushed and clasped her hands, "I..."

Dumbledore knew her too well, and he was very aware of her troubles all the time, so he answered her before she could speak in embarrassment.

"I know what you want to ask, Candice." He poured her a cup of hot cocoa with his own hands, "You want a baby."

After the truth was told by him, the blood on Candice's face gradually faded.

It took her a long time to speak again: "I went to St. Mungo's for an examination, and the therapist said that I have no problem. I don't know what went wrong. No matter how carefully I arranged it, there was nothing in the end."

Dumbledore walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, leave this to me."

Candice looked at him troubled.

"I will help you find a way, believe me, I can do it, it is nothing to me, if I am still the best professor and the greatest wizard in your mind." He winked mischievously wink.

His words made Candice relax again.

Yes, is there anything in this world that Professor Dumbledore can't do?As long as he wanted, he could solve all the troubles for her.

Candice suddenly felt that she was too dependent on him.

It seems that as long as there is a problem that cannot be solved, she can't help but come to him, which is very inappropriate.

Candice stood up slowly. She was a little embarrassed and a little guilty. Although she was not young now, she probably shouldn't hug the professor like she did when she was a child, but... she still hugged him.

Dumbledore habitually held her shoulders, and she leaned in his arms, feeling the heartbeat of the professor, and her tangled mood calmed down a little.

The biggest change happened not long after this.

Dumbledore's worst fears had happened.

He had a letter, a letter from... Tom Riddle.

He was in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts when the owl flew in and dropped the letter on his desk.He walked over and glanced at the elegant wax lacquer on the letter. When he recognized the name on the wax varnish, he frowned deeply.

It was a night.

It was snowing in the sky, and the light blue flakes drifted past the window of the Hogwarts headmaster's office in the dark, and piled up on the window sill outside.

Fawkes was fast asleep on his perch, and Dumbledore sat behind his desk, waiting for something.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Dumbledore stared slightly and said, "Come in."

The heavy door opened, and a slender figure walked in slowly. He was wearing a long black cloak, and his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders.

It's Riddle.

He should be almost 30 years old this year, but he doesn't look old at all, not much different from when Dumbledore last saw him.

If you have to find out what's different, it's probably because his aura is darker, and his demeanor and demeanor are more intimidating.

He has the aura of a superior even more, even if he just stands at the door, Dumbledore still feels a little oppressed.

Even Dumbledore would feel oppressed, let alone others.

Dumbledore was not surprised to see him.

After all, Mr. Riddle was very polite and made a letter "appointment" before the visit.

"Good evening, Mr. Riddle." Dumbledore said flatly, "Sit down."

Riddle glanced at him, said "thank you", walked towards the chair Dumbledore pointed to, and sat down slowly.

"I heard that you became the headmaster." Riddle's voice was a little higher and colder than a few years ago. When he spoke to Dumbledore, he no longer hesitated or awed, as if he was treating an insignificant person subordinates.

"Respectable choice," he added nonchalantly.

"Thank you, I'm glad you think so." Dumbledore said indifferently, "May I buy you something to drink?"

"Thank you so much," Riddle said quietly. "I've come a long way."

Dumbledore smiled, stood up, and walked briskly to the cupboard, which was full of wine bottles.

He handed Riddle a glass of wine, poured himself a glass, and went back to his desk to sit down.

"So, Mr. Riddle, what brought you here?" Dumbledore began to get down to the point. Although he had always been a patient person, at this moment, facing the person in front of him, he really didn't dare Claims to be patient.

Riddle seemed much calmer than him.

"They don't call me by my old name now, I'm called—"

"I know what you're called." Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile, "but to me, you'll probably always be Tom Riddle."

What he said was very meaningful. He refused to use Riddle's chosen title, obviously refusing to let him dominate the conversation, and of course refusing to acknowledge his achievements over the years.

Riddle slowly frowned, as if feeling insulted, the aura around him changed suddenly, and a chill hit Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone at this time: "This is probably one of the annoying things about being a teacher. They never completely forget the original situation of the students."

He gave a less unacceptable explanation, and Riddle frowned slightly, remembering his intention of coming here, but he didn't really attack.

Seeing this, Dumbledore slowly raised the wine glass in his hand, as if to toast him.

Riddle was expressionless. It had to be said that it was very rare for his face to remain young and handsome for so many years.His well-maintained face, coupled with the temperament accumulated over the years, probably no witch can refuse.

Dumbledore thought of Candice, and his hand holding the wine glass tightened.

"I'm surprised you've stayed at Hogwarts for so long." Riddle broke the delicate silence between them, "I've always wondered how a wizard like you never wants to leave the school."

"Oh." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. "For a wizard like me, there is nothing more important than teaching ancient skills and training young minds. If I remember correctly, you have also seen the teaching profession Appeal."

He brought up his first job application, which was wiped out by his backlash.

"I can still see it now." Riddle pressed the corner of his mouth, "I'm just wondering why you didn't choose to join the Ministry of Magic. If my information is correct, then you have been nominated as Minister of Magic twice."

Dumbledore corrected his tone lightly: "Three times, actually, but a career in the Ministry of Magic never held any appeal for me. Maybe that's what we have in common."

——Riddle had also rejected the Ministry of Magic's invitation to serve many times, and his words brought back his memories.

Riddle lowered his head without smiling, and took a sip of his wine.

Dumbledore did not break the silence between the two, but with a happy expression, he expected Riddle to speak first.

"I'm back," Riddle said after a moment, "maybe a little later than Principal Dippett expected...but back to reapply for the position he said I was too young for." .I come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach. You should never give up investigating me, am I right? If so, you must be well aware that I have seen and done a lot since I left here. I Can teach your students things that no other wizard can learn."

indeed.Dumbledore never gave up investigating him over the years.No matter where he looked, he was more mature and powerful than a few years ago.

Dumbledore looked him over his glass for a moment before saying, "Yes, I know you've seen and done a lot since you left. Rumors of what you've done have reached your alma mater as well. If they Half believable, I will be very sorry."

Riddle didn't seem to like making expressions much anymore.

He always likes to keep his face blank, which makes it harder to read his thoughts from his face.

Regarding Dumbledore's derogatory evaluation, he seemed very calm: "Greatness breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds resentment, and resentment breeds lies. You must understand this, Dumbledore."

"You call what you do 'great,' don't you?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

Riddle said grimly: "It doesn't need me to call it great, but it is great in itself. I have experimented and may have advanced magic to areas never seen before."

Dumbledore corrected lightly: "It's some magic." He emphasized, "Some. On others, you're still...with all due respect...you're still pathetically ignorant."

This should be the first time Riddle laughed after appearing in front of Dumbledore again after many years.

He smiled, a contemptuous sneer, with evil buried deep in his eyes, more terrifying than rage.

"What do you want to say." He looked at him seriously.

Dumbledore moved the wine glass in front of him aside.

He stared at the "opponent" who was still handsome on the face, but his temperament changed greatly, and he slightly curled his lips and said, "It's just an old saying." He said lightly, "Love—you don't know anything about it, Riddle .”

Love……

Love……

Riddle suddenly fell silent.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his fingers pinching the wine glass, his thoughts seemed to drift back far away.

After a long time, he raised his head again, and said in a ridiculous tone: "I don't know anything about it, aren't you the one who knows the best, Dumbledore?" He suppressed his surging emotions and said, "You did it yourself How could you be so comfortable accusing me of not knowing anything about it, by ruining my chances of diving into it?"

Dumbledore stared at him, and said word by word: "What do you think? Probably because...you once forced a pure person to be tainted with filth, immersed her in endless darkness and torture, and engraved sin."

He got it.

Got that.

He let her...that girl...that girl who was still clearly engraved in his mind after all these years, he let her kill someone.

But he didn't seem to have discovered the more terrifying thing after the murder.

Riddle observed Dumbledore thoughtfully, and changed the subject directly when he spoke again.

"Anyway, I need your answers." He returned to his deadpan expression. "Will you let me come back? Can you let me share what I have learned with your students? I will put myself and my talents Leave it to you, follow your command."

His words were sincere, but his tone lacked sincerity.If in the past he would try his best to hide himself in order to gain the recognition and appreciation of others, then now, he doesn't even bother to pretend.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at his words.

"Listen to my command?" He chuckled and said, "I don't think I have that ability, Mr. Riddle. Or, I don't think you are a person who is willing to listen to anyone's command. You should prefer to command others, For example—" His eyes darkened, "such as those who call themselves Death Eaters."

There was a faint red light in Riddle's eyes, he paused for a moment before saying: "Those are my friends. They have their mission and purpose, even without me, they will continue to do it, I believe that .”

Dumbledore disagreed: "I'm glad to hear you call them friends, but I thought they were more like servants."

"you are wrong."

"Really?" Dumbledore said meaningfully, "Then if I go to the Pig's Head Bar now, I won't see that group of people—Noter, Rozier, Mulciber, Dolohov—I don't Will you see that group of people waiting for you to go back? What a loyal friend, I trekked so far with you in the snowy night, just to wish you a teaching position."

He knew a lot.

Even his entourage knows everything.

Riddle mocked, "You're still so omniscient, Dumbledore."

"Oh, no, I just have a good relationship with the waiter in the local bar." Dumbledore smiled faintly, "Now, Mr. Riddle..." He sat up straight, and touched his fingertips together. The usual gesture, "Let's get this out of the way, why did you bring your hands down here tonight and apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

"A job I don't want?" Riddle raised his head slightly, his black shattered hair brushed his eyebrows, his face became clearer, "On the contrary, Dumbledore, I want it very much."

"Really," said Dumbledore dismissively. "Let me put it another way. You want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't really want to teach any more than you do. What are you going to do? Tom Riddle, Why can't you be honest once?"

The more he spoke, the more emphatically he spoke, and the more bluntly he spoke.

Riddle didn't have the patience to spend it with him.

He said bluntly: "If you don't want to give me a job—"

Dumbledore said without hesitation: "Of course I don't want to." He stared at him, "And I don't think you expected me to give it to you, but you still came and made an application. You must have something in mind." He Standing up, he leaned over the table and approached Riddle, who was sitting, "I hope that attempt is not what I thought - don't forget what you promised me, whether it's ten years, 20 years, 50 years, or even For life, it always works.”

Riddle stood up slowly.

"It seems that this is your final decision." He adjusted the hood of the cloak slowly. The hood covered most of his face, but it did not hinder his handsomeness, which made him even more mysterious.

Dumbledore stood up straight: "Obviously."

"Then we have nothing to talk about." Riddle raised his slender and pleasant eyebrows, and there was a raging malice in his black eyes.

Although he looked very threatening, Dumbledore still didn't hesitate for half a second.

"No more." He said decisively, with deep sorrow on his face, "I have to say, I regret seeing you at this moment. Maybe I can use Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic to scare you and force you to The time has passed for you to go away to atone. But remember, Mr. Riddle, that at any time my desire to preserve what I love is unwavering, and if what once compromised you no longer threatens you, Then..." He drew out his wand, held it to his chest, and stared at Riddle, "I hope you will still have a simple respect for me."

Dumbledore was sure that the moment he finished speaking, Riddle's wand slipped from his cuff.

He looked at him deeply, as if weighing the odds against the greatest White wizard of the century at Hogwarts.

But that moment passed.

Riddle did nothing.

He turned and walked away, the door closed behind him, and he was gone.

Dumbledore left with him almost as soon as he left.

He returned to Godric's Hollow as fast as he could, walked into a house with lights on, and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Candice poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the noise, and asked curiously, "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts at this time?" She didn't really care about this either, He quickly said, "But you came just in time. I baked biscuits and it will be ready soon. It is your favorite flavor. I wanted to wait for it to be sent to you tomorrow. Since you are here, I just tasted the freshly baked biscuits—— "

Dumbledore didn't refuse. He stepped forward and tasted the delicious biscuits baked by Candice, and there was nothing abnormal on his face.

Dumbledore didn't intend to leave here tonight.

Fremont has been very busy recently, Dumbledore can be expected, Riddle's return has made the people who call themselves Death Eaters more restless, and Fremont, as an Auror, needs to warn these people.

He was not at home, Dumbledore had to be here.

He stood at the first-floor window looking out while Candice cleaned up the kitchen.

He raised his eyes and saw the figure he least wanted to see here under a big tree not far away.

Riddle stood quietly under the tree in a long black wizard robe.

The moonlight fell on his pale and handsome face, and he also spotted Dumbledore.

He raised his wand under Dumbledore's gaze, parted his lips slightly, and said a spell.

This is a spell that has no real launch.

He just read it once, and didn't really want to use it on anyone.

Dumbledore discerned the shape of his lips when he was casting a spell——

Avad-aK-edavra

It's a death curse.

Dumbledore frowned suddenly, and when he focused his eyes to look in that direction again, Riddle's figure had disappeared.

Candice came out after tidying up the kitchen, and was about to say something to Dumbledore when she saw the powerful wizard in a suit turn around, and he said to her incredulously: "You can't live here anymore, Candice. "

He's going to hide her.