[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice didn't quite understand what Dumbledore was trying to do.

He advised her to move, not to live here temporarily, and arranged another place for her to live.

She looked at Fremont who had put down her luggage, and couldn't help but ask him, "Did something happen?"

Freemont stood there. He looked a little tired, his short brown hair was messy, and the collar of his coat stood up, covering half of his face.

He turned his head slowly, looked at her with complicated eyes for a long time, and then said a word.

He asked her: "If one day you find out that I lied to you, will you hate me?"

Candice looked at him puzzled: "Have you lied to me? I don't think you have lied to me."

Fremont smiled, with a slightly bitter smile: "Just take it as if I'm making a hypothesis. Suppose I deceive you out of my own selfish desires...to enable you to live a stable and peaceful life, would you hate me? Do you think this marriage between us is a torture to you?"

Candice frowned slightly.

She felt that both Dumbledore and Fremont might be hiding something from her.

She walked slowly to her husband's side, stared at him for a long time before saying, "I don't know." She was very honest, and this answer made the smile on Fremont's mouth more sour.

But then, Candice said: "But one thing I know is that you have been very good to me all these years, and I am very happy to live with you." She grabbed his hand, "You Makes me feel like home, you take everything in our life seriously, never ask me to do anything I don't want to do, you are good to my father, good to my friends, I think no matter what you do What, no matter what I don't know, at least I will never forget the companionship these years."

Freemont was stunned, looking at her in surprise. After a long time, he held her hand instead and said softly: "Then, everything I have done is worth it." His warm caramel color Eyes bent, "I may never have said this, but Candy, being able to spend the days with you is like stealing it from me. Even though you may hate me in the end, I still love you." Happy. I'm happy too."

Candice is a little troubled.

She wanted to know what happened, she wanted to ask Freemont, but she didn't think he would tell her.

She finally gave up speaking, and just moved according to Professor Dumbledore's wishes.

Dumbledore cast the Fidelity Charm on the house, and the Keeper was himself.

He stood outside the house, watching it quietly, as if he was still thinking about whether this plan would go wrong.

Freemont walked behind him slowly, looked at the new home with him, and asked in a low voice: "Professor... Is it really right for us to do this?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while before saying, "I never think what I do is right."

Freemont turned to look at him.

Dumbledore said: "But if I were given a chance to do it all over again, I would still choose to do it." He said softly, "Just take it as the selfish wish of an old man...she might hate me, or It's us. But for me, my greatest hope is that she can live happily and safely."

He couldn't afford to lose Candice again.

Like losing Ariana.

So even if he used such despicable means to let her live without abnormality, he would do it.

The memory of that person in her mind is too deep, and it is not safe to simply forget it all. It is not that there is no existence of recovering all memories on their own because of too deep feelings. Such cases are not uncommon, and Dumbledore does not want to take risks.

He was worried that once she retrieved the memories that belonged to her past, she would kill herself without him knowing, just like the moment she woke up in her arms, hurting herself without warning.

He can't stay by her side all the time, he can only make a choice to modify his memory.

Modify the memory, match it with forgetting nothing, and then find people who know those things one by one, convince them, or destroy the memory... In order to be safe, Dumbledore spent a lot of time and effort.

He looked at the house and pondered for a long time, and said in an old voice: "Whatever is fine. At least, let her live."

Freemont stood beside him silently, and the moon climbed into the sky. Candice didn't know what kind of danger she was facing at that time.

Dumbledore didn't let her leave her job at the Ministry anytime soon.

It wasn't practical, and it was too conspicuous. Before Riddle did anything, he wanted to change everything a little bit to make Candice more acceptable.

He arranged for Fremont to stay with Candice when she left the Ministry.

But they probably didn't expect that Riddle would sneak into the Ministry of Magic directly just like that when his reputation was getting worse.

Candice always feels that someone is watching her after work this day.

She looked back suspiciously, and there was a tall and straight man standing in the hall of the Ministry of Magic where people were coming and going.

He was wearing a black satin suit with a black wizard robe outside. It was obviously an extremely simple outfit, even without any decorations like other wizards, it was charming enough.

Candice stares at his face, then looks away emotionlessly for a few seconds.

Is a handsome guy.

But it has nothing to do with her.

I don't know her well, and I don't know why I'm staring at her.

She shook her head, quickly forgot about that person, and walked towards the door, calm and peaceful.

Her reaction like this shattered all someone's expectations.

Riddle had ventured into the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore arranged a lot of people here, he was tied up, but he still came.

He stood among the crowd, looking at the girl who hadn't seen it for many years but still hadn't changed. He thought she would be shocked, stunned, cry, or whatever, even if it was hatred, but she should have emotions.

He never thought that at the moment when they met again, she would react to him like a stranger.

Riddle's pale and handsome face was full of gloom, and he apparated directly in front of Candice, who stopped Candice when she was about to leave the Ministry of Magic.

She looked up in puzzlement, staring at the perfect face, and said very calmly: "What's the matter, sir?"

She is so calm.

She had no emotional fluctuations, as if she saw a disturbing passerby who prevented her from leaving.

She even has a little impatience that is deeply hidden, maybe people who are not familiar with her can't see it, but Riddle can see it clearly.

He suddenly realized something.

Candice doesn't look like she has accepted what happened and is facing the world again.

she may...maybe...

"...you don't remember me?" Riddle spoke, his voice was delicate and hoarse, like a snake shedding its skin.

Candice got goosebumps all over her body when she heard it. She couldn't understand why a stranger looked at her with such affectionate eyes. Although it's an honor to be looked at by a handsome guy like this, but if it's a handsome guy like a lunatic, then forget it .

What's more, she is married, and she has been married for so long.

"Sorry." Candice took a step back politely, "I really don't know who you are, I don't remember knowing someone like you, maybe you recognized the wrong person." She smiled and said alienatedly, " I'm going to get off work, please get out of the way, my husband is waiting for me outside."

……husband.

This word made Riddle deeply frown.

His handsome and picturesque face was cloudy, and the magic wand hidden in his sleeve had almost slipped off. He was about to say something, but there was a sound behind him, and Riddle squinted his eyes. At that moment, the phantom Apparate.

"Candice?" Fremont walked up nervously, "Are you here? Why don't you come out? I'm worried about you."

Candice glanced at the place where the stranger was standing just now in bewilderment, and whispered, "I met a strange person."

Freemont frowned: "...Who?"

"...a very handsome man, but his breath is very cold. He asked me if I don't remember him, and I really don't know him." Candice hesitated, "Maybe he recognized the wrong person."

Fremont's face turned pale as she spoke, and he immediately drew his wand, frowning and looking around, but found nothing.

There is no need to doubt that Candice met that person.

He found it here.

Fremont's caramel-colored eyes were faintly broken. Candice had been looking at him. At this moment, she finally asked a question that she thought would not get an answer.

"Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Fremont pursed his lips, took her hand directly, and led her to Apparate.

Riddle House.

The deep purple velvet curtains tightly blocked the light. Abraxas stood on the wooden floor, staring down at the ground without saying a word.

His master was not far away, sitting on an ordinary chair, and the black wizard robe drooped naturally, adding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere to him.

Abraxas felt his legs go weak, but he insisted on standing still.

But Riddle's powerful and oppressive demon oppressed him so that he couldn't breathe steadily. He gradually couldn't bear it, and his body began to shake.

"My lord, I..." Abraxas wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

A curse was cast on him, and he felt as if his heart had been gouged out severely, and he couldn't care less about the pure-blooded elegance, and fell directly to the ground, shivering into a ball, sweating profusely in pain.

It was Cruciatus.

Riddle looked down at Abraxas who was in pain, and asked him softly, "Do you know why I punished you?"

Abraxas managed to pull out a bit of strength from the pain, and said depressingly: "...Yes, my lord."

Riddle slowly stood up from the chair, he walked to his side, squatted down, brushed away Abraxas's sweaty blond hair with his wand, and said in a low voice, "Why did you disobey me?" He asked, There was another Cruciatus, and Abraxas felt that he was about to see Merlin at that moment.

"Why don't you tell me what happened," Riddle said softly, "keep it all from me...you make me doubt your loyalty, Abu."

Abraxas fell to the ground out of breath, and whispered hoarsely: "Sorry, my lord, I was negligent. Regarding the marriage between Miss Bell and Potter, I..."

Riddle frowned tightly after hearing his words, and he said indifferently: "It's not just this." The tip of his wand pointed at Abu, "I'm asking why you didn't tell me she forgot everything."

Abraxas looked at Riddle in shock: "What did you say? She forgot everything?!"

It seemed...he didn't seem to know about it either.

Indeed, they had nothing to do with each other. How could Dumbledore tell him what he did without telling everyone?

Riddle stood up slowly, his black robe hanging down on Abraxas, and he said in an indescribable tone: "You don't know what you have caused me to lose, Abu." He turned his eyes, Taking a few steps back, Abraxas dared not explore the deep meaning lingering on his pale and dark face.

"I should kill you." Riddle said lightly, "but I won't kill you."

Abraxas looked at him in surprise.

"Remember today, Abu." Riddle turned his head and said with his black eyes fixed on him, "You have to spend your whole life and generations of the Malfoy family to repay this debt." After finishing speaking, he disappeared directly into the huge In the living room, Abraxas lay there clutching his heart, gradually calming down the panting caused by the pain.

He knew he was bleeding, but he couldn't move for a while, so he couldn't treat the wound.

He looked at the ceiling, recalling all these years, sometimes even he himself didn't know why he concealed Candice and Potter's marriage.Riddle's trust in him may have stopped at this moment, and he will no longer give him an important task without instructing others. Isn't his choice really stupid? Malfoy, who puts interests first, is at the most critical I made such a stupid choice at this moment, why on earth is this...

Abraxas raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

The most stupid thing is not that he made that choice, but that he got nothing after making that choice.

Even, that person will never know what he has done and sacrificed for her.

It's really sad.

But there are people who are sadder than him.

Riddle returned to the Ministry of Magic, and he found the Department of Mysteries, where Candice worked, in a way that others could not resist.

It's just that the person performing the task here has changed.

Her back was tall and slender, but it was not the one he was familiar with.

"Sir?" She turned around, seeing a completely unfamiliar face, "Who are you looking for?"

Riddle stood alone in the darkness, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'm looking for Miss Candice Bell." He suppressed his emotions, "Is she there?"

"You mean Mrs. Potter? She resigned." The woman corrected his address to Candice, and said softly, "She no longer works for the Ministry of Magic. She left yesterday. You are late."

Mrs Potter...

I'm late……

This is really an unacceptable phrase.

Riddle slowly took off his hood, he stared meaningfully at the woman who replaced Candice, and said softly: "So, do you know where she went?"

Before the woman answered, she felt that her brain had been invaded.

She couldn't resist such a powerful Legilimency at all, and showed him everything about her almost instantly.

Riddle searched the woman's brain for a long time, and there was only one image related to Candice.

She packed her things, turned around and said goodbye to the woman.

"Goodbye." She spoke softly to the woman, then turned away, leaving behind a slender figure.

Riddle's heart beat a few times quickly, and regained calm after the memory stopped.

He really wanted to kill the woman in front of him with a death curse at this moment, but...

He ended up just turning around and leaving the place.

The woman fell to the ground in embarrassment, her face pale, and she had no idea what was happening at this moment.

Candice was completely hidden by Dumbledore, in a house that Riddle couldn't find.

She can't go anywhere, she can only stay at home every day to read newspapers, or tend flowers and plants.

Occasionally she would think of strangers she had met at the Ministry of Magic, no, maybe they shouldn't be strangers.

Freemont answered her questions that day.

He told her: "That's someone you used to love deeply."

It was a very honest answer, more honest than Candice could have imagined.

She was stunned, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, if I have loved someone, how could I not remember?"

Freemont was silent for a long time before saying to her: "It's the Oblivion Curse. He did something that made you unbearable. You were in too much pain, so..."

Candice interrupted him in surprise: "But in my memory, the person I like is always you!"

Freemont pursed his lips in disbelief, he clenched his wand tightly, and said after a long time, "Do you remember the question I asked you?"

Candice remembered his vague, unreasonable questions.

She was stunned, unable to accept everything in front of her at all.

Until now, Fremont couldn't even face her again.

She waited for Dumbledore at home.

He appeared in the living room and watched her watering the flowers intently. After she finished everything, he said lightly: "Fremont told you all?"

Candice paused, nodded and said: "Although I don't know exactly what's going on, I probably understand." She looked at Dumbledore, "Then, professor, if only a man who gave me painful memories comes back Now, you shouldn’t let me hide it, right?”

She is very sharp, maybe because she doesn't have that memory, so she won't be affected by emotion.

Dumbledore said after a while, "That man is dangerous. Perhaps you've heard rumors in the Ministry of Magic about Death Eaters, and... Lord Voldemort."

Candice is an employee of the Ministry of Magic. She is the quickest to know what's wrong with the magic world and what's new.

She also knew something about Lord Voldemort.

He is the leader of the Death Eaters, a powerful and terrifying, dark wizard through and through.

Candice narrowed her eyes slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Dumbledore walked slowly to her side: "I want to say that the person you saw was him."

Candice said incredulously, "What did you say?"

"He is Lord Voldemort."

The mystery in Candice's mind seemed to be straightened out at once.

She stood by the sofa in a daze, with her hands on the armrest of the sofa, and she didn't speak for a long time.

The man she once loved was a dark wizard, and even had a group of followers of dark wizards. Those guys who called themselves Death Eaters made waves in the entire magic world, wantonly hurting wizards from non-pure blood families.

That's an extreme pedigreeist.

Candice leaned back on the sofa slowly.

It took her a long time before she said, "Are you afraid that he will hurt me?"

Dumbledore answered quickly this time: "No. I don't think he will physically hurt you."

"..."

"He will torture you mentally, just like he once did." Dumbledore stared at her and said, "You almost died, which is why I chose to change you. Whether you want to take revenge on me at this moment, or I can accept resentment against me. The only thing I hope is that you can live a good life." Loughton, he whispered, "About Fremont, I asked him to deceive you and play the missing image in your life , I arranged everything, he just followed my arrangement. He is the only person I can trust, who can take care of you instead of me and make you happy. "

Candice lowered her head and remained silent. Dumbledore looked at her and said, "Oblivion is an insecure spell. Even if I am the one who uses this spell, I cannot be 100% sure. So I I don't want to take any risks, I chose to modify your memory, but those memories have not been completely cleared, I think maybe one day you will want to see it, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon." He took out a measurement from the wizard robe pocket bottle, with silver light flowing inside.

"It's here." Dumbledore put down the measuring bottle, "It's up to you to choose." When he said this, his voice was slightly hoarse, with some uncertainty, "But I beg you, Candice, I hope that after reading it, you can... be able to survive strong."

Candice stood there for a long time without moving.

She looked at the measuring bottle on the table, as long as she walked over, all the problems in her mind could be solved.

But maybe it was intuition, or maybe it was her past experience, her soul seemed to be telling something, she stood up straight, walked to the table, picked up the measuring bottle, and gently shook the contents inside. Silver memory turned to look at her professor.

Dumbledore wanted her to hate him.

He has to admit that everyone has a selfish side.

What did he do, let her live against her will, modify her memory to make her live a happy lie, what was the difference between that and Riddle?

Probably the only difference between them is the malice and kindness of the lies.

But white lies are also lies.

Selfishly wishing that she survived above all else, he is willing to take responsibility for what he has done, just as he has carried all his life's regret and guilt about Ariana.

He slowly closed his eyes, not looking at the moment Candice regained his memory.

The reason why he hasn't left yet is... He wants to prevent her from doing stupid things when she knows everything.

However, he closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but nothing came of it.

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Candice standing in front of him.

Holding her memory in her hand, she handed it to him slowly but firmly.

Dumbledore looked at her in horror.

"I don't need it anymore, Albus." She didn't look at him, just at the bottle of memory. "It's been a long time," she murmured, "It's been a long time. Nearly ten years, My heart is not a stone, no matter what the reason, no matter who made the choice for me, I know it is only for my own good."

Dumbledore opened his lips slightly, but could not make any sound.

"I think I will hate you, if I know everything." Candice whispered, "At that time, maybe I can no longer calmly analyze everything like I am now, and I can no longer face the few days I have survived. years. So..." She raised her eyes and gazed intently at her professor, "I choose not to recall everything. I'm afraid I resent you."

"Candice..." Dumbledore's hoarse voice sounded in the room, full of powerlessness and intolerance.

"You are my mentor in this life, and the closest person to me besides my father and husband." Candice clenched the measuring bottle in her hand, and at the moment Dumbledore didn't choose to take it, she directly destroyed it. took it.

There was a crackling sound, and the silver light appeared for a while, and then gradually disappeared, like a dream.

Candice closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was smiling: "I like my life very much, let me go on like this, Albus." She moved closer to him, her forehead resting on his shoulder, "I don't want to make myself hate you. So I choose to give up the memories."

She chose to escape.

He chose to actively stay in the lies woven by Dumbledore.

Because she knew that although this was a "dream" maintained by countless lies, it was also her real life for nearly ten years.

She didn't want to be resentful, she didn't want to return to pain, and she didn't want to die right away, causing all those who loved her to suffer.

Such a choice, if she remembered everything, she would probably never be able to make it.

So she gave up.

The most fundamental reason is probably... Even if this is a lie, even if Freemont is a substitute, he has been with her for nearly ten years.The past ten years were unfair to him, and it was also unfair to her, but she felt that sincere feeling personally.

Maybe she who knows everything can't fall in love with him, but she is still not that her.

It was like two lives, where she chose to die, but now she chooses to live.

Candice is completely missing.

Riddle searched frantically, mobilized all the Death Eaters, but couldn't find any trace of her.

He soon understood that it was Dumbledore who had hidden her.

Riddle is standing outside Hogwarts. The castle is protected by the protective spells left by the four founders. A few years ago, breaking through the protective spells and Apparition has already caused some damage to him, although they have been destroyed in the years. It was smoothed over, but the pain of that day still seemed to be in the flesh and blood.

He couldn't find his candy.

He couldn't find Candice.

He even went to meet Chris Bell, a strong contender to be the next Minister of Magic.

But he still got nothing.

Mr. Bell treated him like an enemy, if he wasn't strong enough, maybe he would have died in the Ministry of Magic.

But he couldn't kill him, or torture him, to get information about Candice, because that was her father.

Riddle's emotions were almost on the verge of collapse.

Day after day, year after year, while expanding, he still did not give up looking for her.

Candice seemed to be reduced to ashes, and not even a suspicious trace was found.

Until one day, he finally found a breakthrough in Chris Bell.

It was a night.

Lestrange told him a message, and he arrived at the place in the news almost instantly.

It was a valley, different from Godric's Hollow, it was very secret, it was purely a Muggle residence, and there was no sign of any wizards here.

He stood on the hillside, the night in March was still a bit cold, his black wizard robe was rattled by the wind, his eyes fell on a certain place in the valley, Chris Bell stood there, if he hadn't If I misread it, the one standing face to face with him...was Potter.

He found them.

There was a smile on the corner of Riddle's mouth, that paranoid, gloomy, and hateful smile, as if he wanted to kill everyone in this valley.

Riddle held his breath slightly. In the next second, he appeared behind Chris Bell. Potter spotted him immediately, and almost immediately there was a curse coming towards him. Riddle easily dodged it. He held the The yew wood wand didn't even say a few words to the two of them, and the fight broke out.

Riddle is undoubtedly powerful.

Mr. Bell knew that many years ago.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be so powerful.

Facing an experienced wizard like Mr. Bell, and a wizard with Auror qualifications like Freemont, Riddle was not only comfortable, but even relaxed.

He quickly left Fremont covered in bruises, and Fremont fell to the ground with a clearing behind him.

Riddle could see nothing.

But he knew that there should be a house here.

"The Fidelity Curse, isn't it?" Riddle laughed. "It's a smart move. Let me think about it. Who is the secret keeper?" He glanced at Fremont, and then at Mr. Bell who was also injured. , he still wanted to attack him, Riddle dodged slowly, and a restraining spell passed, and Mr. Bell couldn't move.

"You shouldn't try to provoke me, Mr. Bell." Riddle said very politely, "I don't want to hurt you, and you know why."

"I don't want to know any reason." Mr. Bell said coldly, "I really regret that I didn't swear against the relationship between you and Candice. Even if I saw through your disguise, none of this would happen..."

"But it has already happened." Riddle pointed his wand at Mr. Bell. "So, can you please summon this house for me?"

Mr. Bell sneered, apparently he would not do what he wanted, Riddle frowned, and moved his wand a little, maybe he wanted to use an Imperius Curse?But before he could use it, the scene in front of him began to change, and then a house appeared in front of him, his pupils constricted, his wand slowly lowered, and then his beloved girl came out of the house.

In his arms, he held a young child.

Riddle looked at this scene in astonishment, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Candice looked at him, her eyes were still strange and cold, without sadness or joy, but at least she knew who he was.

"Tom Riddle?" she called him by his first name.

Riddle froze.

He loathed the original name.

No one is allowed to bring it up.

But what no one knew was that many times, he wished that she could call him by his original name once.

As long as she yells, all the past, all the past, will come to my mind.

At first he didn't understand what this meant.

Later he found out.

In fact, he didn't want to hear her call him by his original name.

He was just afraid that he would forget the only good memory that belonged to that name.

The girl in that good memory is standing in front of him at this moment.

After his relentless search, she finally reappeared.

But the second thing she said to him after she appeared was——

"Get out of here." She hugged the child in one hand and clenched the wand in the other. First, she undid the restraining spell for Mr. Bell, and then pointed at Riddle.

Riddle stared at the wand, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, but it was a sad expression.

"Get out." Candice repeated her request again and again with a blank face, "Get out of my house, and, don't bother me again."

No one dared to say such a thing to Lord Voldemort.

Candice was the first and will be the only one.

Riddle narrowed his eyes. Instead of intending to leave, he took a step forward.

A red light exploded in front of him, and he stepped back to avoid the light.

He looked up at Candice, and Candice looked at him expressionlessly: "Go any further, it's the Unforgivable Curse."

It's a threat.

Riddle had no doubts at the moment that she would do it.

He came alone, didn't allow any Death Eaters to come up to help, and that's what he got.

"You want to kill me?" He asked her hoarsely, holding back the overwhelming anger in his heart.

Candice said without emotion: "I won't kill people. The premise is that you don't destroy my family and life."

Fremont and Mr. Bell had already stood up. They were right next to Candice. They looked like a harmonious and happy family of four.

Yes, four.

And that kid.

That child pierced into his heart like a thorn. Maybe when he left, he couldn't have any special experience of loss. At that time, he felt that everything was just because Dumbledore was playing tricks, as long as he defeated him and was stronger than him , all problems will be solved.

At that time, he didn't feel that there would be any difficult conflicts between himself and her, but now he knew.

He lost her.

Really, totally.

It was even more heart-wrenching than him discovering that she had completely forgotten him.

He looked at the swaddling baby without any trace, and the yew wood wand was about to move. Candice found out his intentions, and she handed the child to Freemont, and then pushed him into the room without hesitation, blocking it by herself. at the door.

"Get out of here, I'll give you one last chance." Candice suppressed the worry in her heart and frowned, "Let me tell you this, Mr. Riddle, I've had enough of hiding, please Don't bother me in the future, and don't look for me! You ruined everything in my past, and now you want to ruin my new life?!"

Her final questioning was almost bloody.

Riddle stood there and asked ridiculously, "Did I ruin everything for you?"

It wasn't Candice who answered him.

It's Dumbledore.

"You not only ruined everything about her, Riddle." Dumbledore appeared from the darkness, he didn't know how long he watched, and after he appeared, he stood in front of Candice, looked at Riddle and said, "You still Almost let her die."

Riddle frowned.

"All I do is hope she doesn't die, you've got the concept upside down, Dumbledore," he argued grimly.

This time it was Candice who answered him.

Candice pushed Dumbledore away.

She slowly walked in front of him, the distance between the two narrowed again after several years, at that moment Riddle almost stopped breathing.

"I have had many dreams over the years." Candice stared at him and said softly, "In the dream, I encountered a very painful thing, I killed someone, I thought it was just a nightmare that would recur, but I feel more and more that it is real." She raised her hand suddenly, and pressed the wand to his heart without warning.

Riddle was stunned, looking at her in disbelief, Candice whispered: "Let's die together."

Almost at the moment Candice uttered the spell, people wearing black cloaks and masks came from all directions. Several of their spells struck between Candice and Riddle, and Candice had to back away. But he still didn't give up attacking Riddle, and Riddle didn't resist from the beginning to the end.

He probably hasn't recovered from the realization that Candice wants to kill him, or that she wants to die with him.

In the end it was Malfoy who took him away.

In the case of Dumbledore's shot, none of them together are opponents.

There are too few people, and there may be a better chance of winning with a few more.

So no matter what Riddle's thoughts were, he had to take him away.

In the end, Riddle went willingly.

If he really doesn't want to go, no one can take him away.

Before apparating, he took one last look at Candice. She really wanted to kill him, with a death curse.

Riddle withdrew his gaze, darkness spread in his heart, and the rage