[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Candice did not expect that she would be imprisoned directly in Azkaban.

She had worked in the Ministry of Magic and understood the procedures, and even an ordinary wizard would know that before a suspect was imprisoned in Azkaban, there would be a trial.

No one came to judge Candice. Obviously, Barty Crouch was eager to put a hat on Chris Bell and drive him out of the strong contender for the Minister of Magic, so after he captured Candice, Candice was imprisoned in Azkaban without trial on the grounds that she used a very terrible forbidden black magic.

Mr. Bell rushed into Crouch's office as soon as he got the news, and almost got into a fight with him.

"Crouch, I order you to release my daughter immediately and clarify your nonsense accusations!" Mr. Belcher held his wand with the tip of his wand resting on Barty Crouch's neck.

Crouch sneered and said, "Bell, have you already exercised your power to order me before you became the Minister of Magic?"

Mr. Bell said indifferently: "Stop wasting time Crouch, we all know what you are doing these things for now! Let's be honest - if you like that seat, I can give it to you, no more Compete with you, but you must withdraw that ridiculous accusation immediately, release my daughter immediately, and I only give you 5 minutes!"

Barty Crouch's initial purpose may really have been to attack his political opponents, but now that he has solid evidence in his hands, he will not simply let the Bell family go.

Even if Chris Bell promised not to compete with him at this moment, who knows if he will retaliate afterwards?He was still in the Ministry of Magic for a day, and problems could happen at any time. Unless he was incapable of making a comeback, Crouch would never let go.

So, Barty Crouch chuckled and said: "Director Bell, you think too much of me, everything I do now has nothing to do with my personal interests, it is entirely for the interests of the people of the magic world , I will not let Mrs. Potter out without evidence that she is innocent."

Mr. Bell said coldly: "Then what evidence do you have to prove that she is guilty?"

Crouch waved his hand, summoned a box with the Flying Charm, put it on the desk between the two of them, and said lightly: "You haven't seen this yet, have you? This is your daughter's thing, in your daughter's house Found it, do you dare to say it has nothing to do with your daughter?"

Mr. Bell frowned. He stepped forward to open the box, and saw the bracelet full of black magic.

The glowing green gemstone on it hit Mr. Bell's heart directly like a death curse.

"This can't be my daughter's." Mr. Bell said firmly, "Although it looks like something she would like, it is absolutely impossible to belong to her!" He frowned and said, "This must be someone's conspiracy. Maybe they were trying to pull me off like you, or someone my son-in-law provoked - you know, he's an Auror, and it's inevitable that some people will hold grudges when he's on a mission, it must be a conspiracy -"

"Whether it is a conspiracy or not, we will be sure when Dumbledore arrives." Crouch said firmly, "He will tell us what this thing is and what it can be used for. You should be very clear, Director Bell, what is it used for?" The black magic that prolongs life and youth is very, very evil. More than ten years have passed, and Mrs. Potter’s appearance is still the same as before. I believe that once others know her method of eternal youth, they will follow suit. This will have very bad repercussions!"

Crouch's words made Mr. Bell speechless, and he said hoarsely after a long time: "Then you shouldn't directly imprison her in Azkaban, this is not in compliance with the regulations, and she hasn't even been tried yet!"

Crouch smiled slightly: "This is also for insurance purposes. I will let her stand trial after Dumbledore has identified this evil thing." He glanced at the bracelet that exuded a dark breath in the box, faint Said, "You should understand me, Director Bell, you and Mr. Potter are both members of the Ministry of Magic. If you just lock Mrs. Potter in the interrogation room, who knows if you will violate your duties in order to save her?" What about it?" He pointed, "Or collusion before the trial?"

Barty Crouch's statement was so convincing that even the people who followed Mr. Bell couldn't refute him perfectly. Mr. Bell stood there with a cold face, neither leaving nor speaking, until When Dumbledore appeared here, the atmosphere at the scene eased up a little.

"I think I'm here at the right time?" Dumbledore frowned slightly with a dusty look on his face, his brows and eyes were slightly tired, and he seemed to have traveled a long distance.

"I received news that there is a black magic item that needs my judgment." He said with strict words.

Crouch immediately pushed aside Mr. Bell beside him, and handed the box containing the bracelet to Dumbledore: "This is it, Dumbledore." He said seriously, "Look at what this is, it emits Even I can't completely control the evil breath, it must be a very terrible black magic item!"

Dumbledore and Mr. Bell looked at each other indiscriminately, then smiled at Crouch, took the box and stared at the bracelet inside.

It was a beautiful wrist decoration made of leather cord, inlaid with a shining green gemstone, very similar to the headband that Candice liked to wear when she was studying.

It did look like something Candice would like.

But how did Candice get involved with black magic items?

Dumbledore held his breath slightly. He took the bracelet out of the box and put it in front of his eyes for a close look. Others who didn't dare to look at him after getting it all watched him nervously. Dumbledore watched , slowly frowned, his face became a little ugly.

Mr. Bell caught a glimpse of his face, and his heart sank.

It doesn't look like there will be any good news.

Although he didn't want to admit it, even Mr. Bell felt a strong and oppressive black magic aura when he saw that thing.

That thing did look a lot like Candice's, too.

Mr. Bell's face became paler and paler, and he had already begun to plan in his heart how he would give everything to save his only daughter if there was no room for reversal.

However, Dumbledore's words made him give up the idea of ​​dying.

"I won't be able to give a definite answer for a while." Dumbledore said to Crouch, "Can you allow me to take it back to Hogwarts and check it with other professors before making a decision?" He said softly , "We all know it's about a lady's innocence, so be careful, don't you think, Mr. Crouch?"

Barty Crouch was a little dissatisfied. He thought that a great wizard like Dumbledore would be able to check a black magic item with his hands. He never thought that Dumbledore would ask to take the research away.

"This..." He hesitated, not knowing whether to agree or not.

Dumbledore said directly: "If Mr. Crouch cannot make a decision, I can apply to Minister Taft."

Hearing him mention the minister's name, Barty Crouch seemed a little anxious. He pondered for a long time before he nodded in front of all his subordinates, but he insisted on one point: "Before you determine what kind of black it is. Before getting magic items, Mrs. Potter had to be imprisoned in Azkaban, I don't believe in the interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic, they are in collusion with the Aurors, and Mrs. Potter's husband, he is a big star in the Auror office." He said in a strange way .

What Mr. Bell wanted to say after hearing this, Dumbledore threw a look at him directly, and Mr. Bell swallowed the words when he reached his mouth.

Dumbledore said softly, "Okay, I'll get this done quickly." After he finished speaking, he said goodbye to the others, and Apparated with the bracelet.

He didn't play Barty Crouch perfunctorily.

He will indeed finish this matter quickly, because he will never let Candice stay in Azkaban for too long, how tortured that kind of place is, how painful Candice will be, this is completely predictable of.

The thing he took away was filled with Candice's aura, and it was indeed a black magic item, but what it was used for specifically required further research.

He's not going to tell Barty Crouch the truth.

He will hide it.

He couldn't let Candice be caught because of this, even if it really had something to do with her.

Perhaps, exonerate Candice by making a copy, making it temporarily deceptive, then ineffective at trial, completely devoid of dark magic, and making it a "prank" item used to frame someone else, would be a good choice.

Candice, who was locked in Azkaban, didn't know what happened outside because of her.

She was sitting in the corner of the cell with her knees folded, the cold wind blowing in from the outside, blowing her long blond hair and messy prison uniform.

She slowly closed her eyes, and the string of bracelets she saw when she was caught appeared in her mind. She clearly remembered that when she saw it when she was preparing to move, it was very safe and peaceful, and it was an ordinary decoration no difference.

Why did it suddenly become so terrifying that even a grown wizard like Barty Crouch could not resist?

Candice buried her face in her arms. All her doubts and puzzles should be answered in the part of her lost memory. She has decided not to recall all that, which means, She can no longer get the truth.

She didn't think it was a problem before, but now she felt very powerless.

It's not that she is powerless to be imprisoned, in fact, she has no objection to her being imprisoned in Azkaban.

She already knew that, as Professor Dumbledore once mentioned, the fact that she almost died was not someone who almost killed her.

Presumably she nearly killed herself.

Over the years, she often had a nightmare. In the dream, she brutally killed a homeless man, and a vague shadow praised her for doing a good job. Every time she woke up from this dream, she was covered in cold sweat and tears. flow all over the face.

The man she met in the valley—the man who called himself the Duke of Darkness, she knew with absolute certainty that what had troubled her for so many years was not just a nightmare, it might be...a real experience she had once had.

Even though her memory has been erased and modified, the psychological shadow it left is too serious, so she will have this dream again and again.

She has killed people.

Most likely, this is a fact.

Candice couldn't accept this fact.

So when Barty Crouch imprisoned her in Azkaban, she didn't resist or defend herself.

She really deserved to be locked up here, but... what was Fremont and her Jaime going to do.

James is still so young, Fremont is not a careful father, can he take care of himself and their son?

Candice felt her sleeves soaking wet before she realized she was crying.

She slowly raised her head and looked out of the prison. It was already night, and the moonlight was projecting on the prison door, and there were slender figures of dementors floating everywhere outside.

Candice got up slowly, walked to the cell door, and the dementors gathered immediately, the biting cold feeling invaded her again, and all her happy memories seemed to be sucked away at that moment.

She fell slowly by the cell door, leaning against the door to barely support her body.

Why torture yourself?

uncertain.

It was just a sudden urge to do so.

Is it to punish yourself?

Not too clear.

But she knew that if she hadn't died in Azkaban, then whether it was her father, Fremont, or...Professor Dumbledore, they would try their best to exonerate her and let her leave here, even if it would be Contrary to their long-standing principles of justice.

Do you really want to leave here?

After doing such a cruel and vicious thing, is she still qualified to live in the world?

Candice raised her eyes and looked at the Dementor beside her. She stared at it blankly. Although she couldn't see its facial features, she seemed to be able to feel its eyes.

That sinful and cold look in her eyes almost made her whole body freeze up.

Just a second before she lost consciousness, the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly dissipated. Candice barely opened her eyes and saw a scene that shocked her.

The dementors seemed to have been ordered, and they all flew away, and the group that was in charge of guarding her was no exception.

The side of her cell door was quickly cleared, and even the moonlight became brighter.

Under the bright moonlight, a tall figure slowly appeared in front of her, closely separated by a door.

It's Tom Riddle.

No, exactly, Voldemort.

He was wearing a black cloak and hood, and his black eyes stared at her through the mist of the moonlight. She fell there dirty, in stark contrast to his neat and noble.

"I'm here to save you." He said in a long, hellish voice.

Candice leaned there, without any reaction, she just looked at him so directly, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance at this moment in her mind, so as not to forget it again.

The man seemed to be infected by this look, he slowly bent down, approached her face, looked into her blue eyes, and said in a low voice: "Do you think of me?" He said in a soft tone, "Think of us Have those good times passed?"

...the good old days?

Her happy past with Voldemort?

It was really the funniest joke she had heard this year.

Feeling ridiculous, Candice laughed. She laughed heart-piercingly, and laughed so hard that everyone coughed. She stood up little by little while holding the cell door. The dementor seemed to have not seen the existence of Voldemort. Staying far away, so well-behaved, like a watchdog.

Candice stared at Voldemort's flawless and handsome face, calmed down her violent panting, and said hoarsely: "No matter what kind of past I have had with you, it must have been bad. How do you feel , what kind of happy past will a person like you have with me?" She stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of Voldemort's robe, the man's brows and eyes froze slightly under the hood, as if displeased or something nothing.

"If I couldn't do it, I would have died with you long ago." Candice said hoarsely, "You said you came to save me?" Keep the distance from him, "But I never thought of escaping from here!" She said loudly, "Let alone with someone like you!"

These words are really shocking enough.

Candice had no idea how angry and worried he was when he got the news that she was imprisoned in Azkaban.

He put down everything in his hands, and came here under the inconceivable gazes of the servants, but he never expected that his eagerness and worry would result in a treatment that was not even as good as that night in the valley.

She still didn't remember everything.

He stubbornly believed that Candice could say those things to him so ruthlessly because she had forgotten everything.

If she remembered, if she remembered the beauty of their relationship—their words, their kisses, their lingering moments, she would have acted differently.

Yes, everything became like this only because she forgot about the past.

Voldemort thought he had found the crux of the matter, his eyes glowed red, and a huge obsession gradually lingered.

He drew out his wand and pointed it at Candice. This is an action that every wizard will have, but he did it with an incomparable pleasing to the eye, as well as—a horror proportional to the pleasing degree.

Candice stared at the bone-like magic wand, her face was pale, but she said strangely and calmly: "You want to kill me?"

She took a step forward, as if preparing to face death: "Are you finally going to kill me?"

She opened her eyes and looked at the man outside the cell door: "Great, I finally waited for this day, although I don't remember why, but I seem to have been waiting for this day for a long time." She pressed her body against the cell door, Putting his wand against her body, she said with an indescribable longing, "Alright... since I can't kill you, then dying under your wand is also a good choice." She stared into his black eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Did the false and distorted feelings you showed move you yourself? Then kill me who seems to be very important to you , will it torture you too?" She really laughed, and said very easily, "If that's the case, kill me quickly, you can do anything, you can use any method—kill me !"

This is the first time someone said directly to Voldemort - kill me quickly.

She didn't beg for mercy, facing a dangerous wizard who was hundreds of times stronger than herself, Candice regarded death as home.

She stood there, they were rarely so close, Voldemort watched her, and after a moment, he whispered to her, "I will not kill you." He drew out his voice and said words that made her despair.

"—I want you to remember everything."

Candice was stunned, she looked at the man in front of her in horror, and it was too late to dodge.

Countless pictures floated through her mind, they played like a movie, so extreme, so exquisite, revealing a sense of illusion everywhere, but Candice knew that it was not fake.

it is true.

Everything is true.

That was the life she had experienced, that was the person she had loved.

The scenes in my mind were put together with the person in front of me. The Riddle in the past and the Voldemort in the present, they are so similar and yet so different.

After all, Candice still remembered everything, after more than ten years.

She thought of those "goods", and of course she also thought of those "evils".

She seemed to know the origin of the bracelet, and could explain why it was full of black magic.

She backed up abruptly and fell into the prison, beating her chest vigorously.

When it is really painful, there is no way to shed a tear.

Her eyes were like dry deserts. She tried her best to express her anger and pain, but she didn't have the ability.

She panted hard, the pain was like a tarsal leech, sucking up her blood little by little, invading her body, gnawing at her flesh and bones.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't even breathe, so she could only beat her chest hard, as if this would relieve her pain.

It's not just her who suffers.

Her overwhelming sadness also infected those who watched her all the time.

At that moment Voldemort was slightly shaken.

Maybe he shouldn't remind her of everything.

Perhaps her indifference to him was not because she had forgotten everything.

He's probably going to put it another way.

It is very likely that she can still talk to him so calmly and rationally, accuse him, hurt him, and even insult him, all relying on her to lose her memory.

When she remembered everything, she wouldn't even say a word to him.

She is better off dead.

Candice fell to the ground.

Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore, smashed the door directly, and walked into the prison of Azkaban.

The next second he entered, Fremont and Mr. Bell appeared outside the gate of Azkaban, along with them were Barty Crouch and the great Albus Dumbledore profitable.

Dumbledore was the first to find out that something was wrong.

He apparated quickly, and the dementors were released after Voldemort entered the prison. They flew towards the man standing outside the gate like a cat that had seen a mouse.

Barty Crouch stared and said: "Get rid of these annoying guys! Who will take care of them! How do you usually drive them?!"

In normal times, the wizard guarding Azkaban can slightly drive the dementors.

But today their tricks failed.

The other people present had to use the Patronus Charm to protect themselves, and the night was illuminated by white lights, and Fremont and Mr. Bell quickly discovered the abnormality.

They immediately apparated to the prison where Candice was, and she fell to the ground in her prison uniform, leaning on someone's arms.

Her blond hair covered her bloodless face, and she was trembling in the man's arms.

"Riddle." Dumbledore said, drawing out his wand, pointing at him, "let her go."

"It's Voldemort!" Barty Crouch also chased after him at this moment, and when he saw who was holding Candice, he screamed, "They really are related! Mrs. Potter is a Death Eater Voldemort is coming to save her! Signal! Signal now!"

……

Actually, Voldemort really shouldn't be here now.

Dumbledore managed to complete all the plans. Although Barty Crouch was reluctant to believe it, he still couldn't hold him back and prepared to release Candice.

Had Voldemort not appeared, Candice would have been acquitted by now.

But he showed up.

He came to rescue Candice, at great risk.

Facing Dumbledore and his party, Voldemort showed no fear.

He even laughed, pulled Candice up and hugged her in his arms, and said to the people blocking the door with a smile, "I won't let her go again, Dumbledore." He pressed the corner of his mouth and said, " Do you think I am the same as I was ten years ago?" He let go of his laughter, high-pitched and cold, "I will take her away and never let her leave my side."

He was about to apparate Candice as he spoke, but Candice pushed him away at a critical moment.

She fell to the ground, got up with difficulty, and tried to run in the direction of Dumbledore. Fremont ran forward to catch her. His hand was almost in front of her eyes, but Candice reached out to reach it. When they were walking, a green light hit between them, and Candice knew that it was a death curse.

It's a death curse.

Candice withdrew her hand abruptly, and Fremont had to do the same. She didn't dare to dawdle, and continued to run forward. Voldemort was probably enraged. He stared at her back running towards another man, and his anger overwhelmed him. Without reason, he simply can't get together and get together.

He swung his wand, and green lights flew towards Fremont. With the help of Mr. Bell, Fremont avoided one after another. , and soon there is no resistance.

Mr. Bell almost watched as one of the green lights flew towards Freemont's back.

Candice would not allow Freemont to die in front of her.

She rushed towards him with all her strength, and Fremont fell to the ground, and the green light went towards her. Dumbledore caught a glimpse of this scene when he was dealing with Voldemort, so he had to distract himself, and sent it to her with all his magic power. A protective spell.

The protection spell worked.

But Candice was also hit by the Death Curse.

The battle situation came to an abrupt end at this moment, and everyone stopped moving, looking at Candice, who was gradually falling, in horror.

Her body was like a light feather, falling down little by little, her eyes, which were always blue and clear, became cloudy, she quickly lost her breath and closed her eyes.

Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, and there was other people's blood on his body.

He stared at Candice, who was lying in a pool of blood, in disbelief with his wide eyes. She was hit by his death curse.

He knows better than anyone how terrible his death curse is.

He couldn't move suddenly, as if someone had used a confinement spell, he stood there in a daze, his black eyes staring at her without blinking.

Candice didn't really feel anything special.

Her biggest feeling is that she feels that she is dead.

She felt that her soul slowly floated up at the moment she was hit by the killing curse, and when she looked back, she saw her lifeless body.

She has no nostalgia for that body.

Seeing her body die, she even felt happy and relieved.

Now, she doesn't owe her life.

very nice.

Candice withdrew her gaze and let her light body leave here. She did not look at anyone present, and chose to leave quietly and without hesitation.

She has been to many places.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, graves.

Wherever she goes, all she needs is a thought, and she is there in the blink of an eye.

She went to see her James, who was entrusted by the busy Freemont to Euphemia who was still unmarried, and he was lying in the cradle and sleeping peacefully, everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

She wanted to touch her baby, but her hand went through his tiny body.

She can't touch him anymore.

Then forget it.

Candice closed her eyes and left Euphemia's house.

She ended up at Hogwarts.

The beautiful castle in her memory stood majestically there, and the moon projected on the surface of the Black Lake, leaving a beautiful light and shadow, as if commemorating the life she would eventually bury.

Candice wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

She gave up talking.

She began to lose all emotion.

But she always smiles.

She was smiling all the time, a smile as light as a soul.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a voice said in her ear: It's time to go.

She gave up controlling her soul, she felt herself drifting away again, and the surrounding scenery changed little by little, from black to white.

Everything is white.

Pure, unblemished white.

At that moment, Candice's only thought was...

Good thing she didn't go to hell.

Although she has seen too much darkness in her life, experienced too distorted emotions, and committed irreparable crimes, but...

She still wanted very, very much to give herself to the Light.