[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

He had imagined the scene of the two reuniting many times.

There are good ones and bad ones, but all are intense.

He never thought that they would meet again after several life and death partings, and it would be so peaceful.

She even asked him who he was.

Almost as soon as Candice finished speaking, everything in the room fluttered, whether it was light curtains or heavy furniture, they all floated slightly without exception.

Candice stared at the man's slightly fluttering black robe. Although she looked different, she could actually recognize him, but she was not sure for a while, so she asked that sentence.

The man probably couldn't believe that she really didn't know him anymore, so he dragged his tone and said in a hoarse voice after letting the magic pressure make her feel his silent anger: "WhoamI?" He raised his head The corners of his mouth curled up, showing a slightly bloody smile that matched his face in the dimly lit room, "You know who."

His answer really made Candice smile.

This was probably the most natural smile she showed after waking up, except for the first time she saw Harry.

She took a few steps forward, fiddled with the flowers in the vase on the table casually, and said after a while: "You are right, you are the mysterious person. You are that person."

That's not what he meant at all.

Candice's reaction was completely beyond his expectations, which made him almost dazed for a moment, but only for a moment.

But in the blink of an eye, he arrived at Candice's side. Candice froze slightly, looked sideways at the hideous face that was so close to her, and frowned slightly.

"The first thing I said when I saw me again was that question—are you trying to provoke me on purpose?"

The man's voice has not changed, it is as pleasant as ever, it is the magnetic voice that no one can match in Candice's memory.

It's just that, with such a voice and such a face, it's a bit violent.

Candice looked at him with regretful eyes for a long time before she said lightly, "No. I really wasn't sure who you were at the moment. You know...you are not the same as before."

The calmness she had when she was talking to him didn't seem to be pretending, her every move was so calm and self-possessed, she didn't show it only when she was suppressing her anger and hatred.

The man stared at her for a long time before saying: "Many years ago, even if I turned into Abu, you could recognize me quickly."

Candice blinked when she heard the words, and said indifferently: "You also said that it was many years ago. People can't always recall the past...Your Highness the Duke of Darkness." She called him the way Death Eaters called him , leaving him in a trance for a moment, and then she went on to say, "One must look forward to... Voldemort."

Yes... Voldemort, this title is correct from her standpoint.

Then why did she use the title His Highness the Duke of Darkness in front of her?

The man kept staring at the girl with bloodshot eyes, and he whispered slowly: "You are mocking me."

"I don't know if that's ironic." Candice looked back at him openly, "I just wanted to say that."

She has become different from before.

It's very different.

The way she looked at him was not as complex and deep as before, her eyes were so flat and cold, there was no difference between looking at him and looking at a dead thing.

Her voice had also changed, though it was still sweet, it was strange.

It was a cold sweetness, like lime mixed with sugar.

An unspeakable sense of disobedience gathered on Candice, and Voldemort finally gradually realized that something was wrong.

"What did Dumbledore do to you?" He took a step forward, put his hand on her waist, and held her tightly in his arms. The distance between them was so close that they breathed intertwined.

Candice didn't have much reaction to this, she tried to wrestle him away but failed, so she let him go.

"Albus didn't do anything to me," Candice said quietly, "he resurrected me for my grandson—Harry, you know him, you came back, you wanted to kill him, so I want to protect him, whether it's ten years ago or ten years from now."

There was no expression on Voldemort's completely ruined face, but his lips were still as thin and beautiful as before, and there was a sense of forbearance and temptation when he spoke or pursed his lips.

Candice looked at his lips and listened to his voice: "He must have done something to you." His tone was suppressed, with some traces of anxiety, "You have become different from the past. I thought you were See me, at least point your wand at me."

Candice was silent for a while before saying: "I think it will be like that too, but it's strange. I can't bring any anger to you. I only feel calm when I look at you. I don't think there is any need between us." Besides talking so much nonsense, you should be very clear about my purpose of coming here today."

Of course he knew her purpose.

That's why he was so sure that she would definitely come after receiving the invitation letter written by him.

But looking at her now, seeing the indifference and indifference between her brows, he suddenly didn't want to do anything.

He seemed to understand at this time, maybe...Compared to being hated by her, insulted by her, or even abandoned by her, he was more afraid of her treating him like a stranger now.

"Calm." He said slowly in a deep and magnetic voice, "Very good. If you remember everything, it should be clear that this is the last state you should have when facing me."

Candice frowned slightly.

She seemed to be a little puzzled, and she was also troubled. The hand hanging by her side slowly clenched into a fist, but after a while, all those emotions disappeared.

She looked at him blankly and said, "But I'm really calm. I want to feel angry, but I seem to have lost the ability to be angry."

Voldemort's blood-colored eyes stared at her for a long time: "What about sadness?"

"No."

"Pleasure?"

"No."

"...Everything is fine, besides calm, what emotion do you have?"

"...I don't quite understand." Candice stared at him, "What the hell are you trying to do? Are you treating me? We should talk about business." She retreated while he was not paying attention, and He pulled away and wiped the arm he caressed with a handkerchief as if no one else was there. He watched the scene and heard her say, "I won't let you hurt Harry. I will protect him from growing up safely. If you come back If you still want to hurt him in the future, then I may die with you again." She paused and looked at him, "I probably won't be resurrected this time, you know that very well."

Of course he knows.

He only made her a horcrux, and if she died this time, she was really dead.

The night that disappeared in Godric's Hollow seemed to come back before him, and the anxiety before the death curse rebounded filled his heart. It must be said that at the beginning of his return, Voldemort still did not completely give up his greater interests, and he also wanted to How to destroy the Harry Potter who will defeat him in the prophecy, but...

When he saw Candice, and saw Candice who no longer had any emotions for him, he realized that facing such a reality, he might not have the mood to think about anything else.

He stood there for a long time before speaking again. There was some irony in his cold voice, which reached her ears elegantly.

"What would you do if I stopped hurting Harry Potter."

This question really caught Candice.

Protecting Harry is probably the only purpose of her resurrection. If Voldemort promises not to hurt Harry again, if he can really keep his promise, what will she do?

Candice thought for a long time before saying, "I will die."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and his cold eyes fell on her. She felt as if she was being watched by a snake, her body was cold and sticky.

"I'm probably going to die." Candice said without any emotion, "Protecting Harry is my only mission. If my mission is completed, I will die. I shouldn't live in this world anymore. Should have died ten years ago."

She spoke so calmly, as if she was narrating other people's affairs, and the shock she brought to Voldemort without any human emotion made him feel more oppressed and painful than losing everything he had worked so hard to build.

Yes, pain, he still feels pain, after decades, that's really rare, isn't it.

Slightly turning the resurrection stone ring on his left middle finger, Voldemort took a few steps forward, stood beside Candice and turned his head, his black hair covered most of his red eyes, and he said softly: "Since You're going to die whether you kill Harry Potter or not, so why don't I just kill him?"

Candice said immediately: "At least if you don't kill him, you won't die."

"...Even if you can still take me to die this time, you won't be resurrected again, but I can still come back." He approached her and whispered in her ear, "What will you do by then? ?”

Candice was silent for a while, then shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter."

Voldemort was slightly taken aback.

"At that time, it doesn't matter. I'm dead anyway, and I won't know anything. At least everything will be perfect before I close my eyes. That's enough." She didn't seem to feel what she meant at all. How indifferent, she even smiled, although the smile was very stiff, "Yes, that's it, as long as everything is complete before I close my eyes, then for me, everything is truly complete."

He seemed to have lost any ability to threaten her, torture her, and force her to submit.

Voldemort, or Riddle, he looked at Candice intently for a long time. When the Christmas ball in Malfoy Manor was at its most prosperous stage, he frowned slightly and whispered in her ear with an indescribably complicated The tone said: "Don't you think about surviving well and monitoring whether I can fulfill this promise?"

"You want me to live?" Candice turned to face him.

Riddle looked at her for a long time without saying a word, but he nodded.

"Why?" she asked puzzled.

Riddle is smart.

He's been better than anyone since he was born.

At this moment, if he still can't see what's wrong with Candice, he's failed too much.

She lost all the emotions she should have as a human being, and she became emotionless, only reason and mission.

This was the last thing he wanted to see.

He would rather the price of her resurrection be loss of humanity, loss of memory, or even complete disfigurement, than she would become what she is now.

He doesn't mind what she looks like or what kind of person she is. As long as she is still her, he will not change his mind and will not let go.

But Candice's current state is very similar to his at first glance, but the result is completely opposite.

She didn't care what he did before, how he lied to her, hurt her, or even their previous relationship.

She has only one purpose, and that is to protect her relatives. After achieving this purpose, she wants to die with all her heart.

Riddle lowered his decayed eyes, and answered Candice's question after a silence.

"Why?" He repeated in a murmur, telling her, "Because I love you. I want to be with you. Although these words are a bit late, and there may be no position to say, I still want you to know. He looked at her with obsessive eyes, "As long as you agree to be with me, I can assure you that you will not hurt Potter, even if he may become my opponent. And... I can not do it Everything you don't want me to do. No matter what it is, I can promise you, as long as you survive well, stay by my side, and fulfill our agreement at graduation."

Their promise at graduation?Candice thought for a while and said, "You want to marry me."

Riddle didn't deny it.

He approached her and hugged her again, Candice didn't refuse, but quickly opened the distance between them.

She stared at him, put her hand on his face, stroked his scar lightly, and said in a strange tone: "——with this appearance?"

After finishing speaking, she pushed him away, came to the door a few steps, stared at him in astonishment and said expressionlessly: "Although you used to be ugly and dark inside, at least you had a good-looking face." A little ruthless, "But now you are the same."

She turned around, turned the door handle, and looked back at the handsome man in the dark who was unrecognizable: "I'm sorry, I will not marry you, even though the terms you offer may be very attractive, I will never marry you like this." I'm with you." She opened the door and whispered softly, "If you get angry because of this, then whatever you want to do, just do it."

She gestured to go, and Riddle spoke at the last moment.

"Even if I kill everyone in Hogwarts? Even if I destroy the entire wizarding world?"

Don't doubt, he definitely has that ability.

He looked stronger than ever when he returned.

Candice didn't know exactly what he did, but she frowned, looked at him and said, "I don't think I promised you, you really wouldn't do it." She said lightly, "Do you think I Will you still believe me?" She twitched the corners of her lips, "I doubt—I still have this feeling." She turned around and left without looking back, the figure in a black dress disappeared at the end of the corridor, like a picture Painting, a little bit was burned, leaving no trace.

Riddle stood where he was, not saying a word.

His arms drooped, and gradually, he clenched his hands into fists.

Finally, he raised his hand to his face.

Even if you don't look in the mirror, you can feel a kind of unevenness from the touch of your hand, which is the trace of a scar.

He held his breath slightly, pulled his hand away, stared at the resurrection stone ring on his hand, and then clenched his fist again.

"If you agree, at least it is possible for me to do that." He whispered to himself, "If you don't agree...the consequences will be terrible."

In the darkness, it seemed that even the wind sensed the danger and rushed to leave the room, which caused the hanging velvet curtains to keep floating.

Soon, a light lit up in the dark room. The light was frightening and terrifying. Candice walked in the manor and hadn't left yet. A symphony was playing in the hall of Malfoy Manor, and the sound of people dancing kept coming. As if sensing that burst of light, she subconsciously looked back at the room she left.

She frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable sense of depression in her heart, but she didn't know what it was like.

She raised her hand to her heart, trying to feel the beating of her heart, but she couldn't feel anything.

The heart still beats very slowly.

She tilted her head slightly, opened a door casually and walked in.

After closing the door and leaning against the door, Candice put her hands on her heart, trying to get rid of the depression in her heart.

After a while, a familiar voice sounded in the room.

Candice looked up and saw a portrait.

"Bell. Candice Bell."

The person in the portrait has blond shoulder-length hair, gray-blue eyes, a sharp chin, and a pale face.

He looked 24 or [-], young and handsome, in his prime.

It was Abraxas.

It was Abraxas Malfoy, whom she hadn't seen since graduation.

Candice stared at the portrait, as if she was curious about the portrait of the other party in his twenties.

Abramovich stands in the portrait, wearing extremely luxurious wizard robes, holding the Patriarch's cane in his hand, which has now been given to his son Lucius.

"Malfoy." Candice took a few steps forward, "It's you."

Abraxas looked at her in the portrait. After a while, he smiled and said, "I thought I would never see you again in this life. I never thought that today, many years later, I would actually see you in real life." He pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's a pity, I'm already a portrait, but you don't seem to have changed at all."

Candice didn't know what to say, and wasn't sure if he knew what was going on, but he probably did.

Should have known.

Abraxas looked at the silent Candice, and raised his smiling face: "Did I ever say that you were really beautiful when I was alive?"

Candice's pupils dilated because of this, but she didn't know if it was just surprise.

"If I didn't say it, then just pretend I didn't say anything just now." He raised his lips slightly, with a typical Malfoy smile on his face, and after finishing these few words, he disappeared into the in the frame.

Candice raised her hand and caressed the deserted picture frame, and after a few minutes, she left here.

Not long after she left, Abraxas reappeared in the picture frame. The person in the portrait gently raised his hand to caress the picture frame that Candice had just touched, his eyes were nostalgic and deep.

Candice leaves Malfoy Manor.

Standing in front of the window, Riddle looked at the young girl walking out of the manor through the glass. The breeze stroked his black hair, revealing his black and white eyes and smooth and flawless skin.

Lucius opened the door and walked in. He saw his changed face, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, lowered his head and said, "Master, please order."

"Who is the current Minister of Magic?"

"It's Cornelius Fudge, my lord."

"Pure blood?"

"Yes, master, he is pure blood."

"Will he be of use to me?"

"If this is what you wish, my lord."

Riddle smiled. He turned around and put his hands behind his back. The simplest black wizard robe is the best attire.

"Thank you, Lucius, you are always after my heart, just like your father." He was generous with his appreciation, looking kind and kind.

Lucius smiled humbly: "I will arrange for you to meet soon, master."

The smile on the corner of Riddle's mouth deepened, he apparated to Lucius' side, patted him on the shoulder, and then disappeared here.

Lucius couldn't help but froze.

Apparition is prohibited in Malfoy Manor, and the protective spells here have a long history and are powerful, not inferior to Hogwarts.

Voldemort can apparate freely here, so one can imagine how powerful he must be.

Lucius stared slightly, and after a few seconds he turned around and said, "Come out, Draco, if you do the inappropriate behavior of eavesdropping next time, I will make you regret it with all your vacations own behavior."

Draco fell directly to the door of the room, and said with a white face: "I was wrong, Dad."

Lucius glared at him, hooked him up with his cane, and whispered in his ear: "You shouldn't eavesdrop on such a conversation. You should be very clear that if he wants, he can make you live." Better to die."

Draco shuddered and his face turned even paler: "I'm sorry, Dad."

Lucius frowned, shook him off and walked away. Narcissa walked out from one side, hugged her son's shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid, Xiaolong, your father is just too worried about you."

Draco pursed his lips and said nothing, he was thinking about one thing.

Was the person he was thinking of talking to his father just now?

That person is back?Want to meet the Minister of Magic?

Draco thought of the Professor Anna he met just now, she seemed to have also left this room.

Oh damn, Professor Anna is a Dumbledore, could she have something to do with the Dark Lord?

But if that person wasn't the Dark Lord, who else had the power and authority to make his father bow down?

Draco was in deep trouble.