[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

The first lover is always the most memorable, let alone the lover who grew up together.

Since Candice had the consciousness of "love", Riddle has existed in her life.

They grew up together, and for a long time, he was her perfect boyfriend.

When did the conflict begin?

It was about when she knew that he was learning black magic.

Riddle has never given up on studying black magic. To this day, his attainments in black magic may not even compare to Grindelwald who is locked in the Nurmengard Tower.

He was undoubtedly a terrible man.

He is called the second-generation Dark Lord. Many people don't know about him when he was young. When they knew him, he was already Voldemort, the Duke of Darkness, and the Dark Lord.

But Candice knew everything about him.

She knew very well how he got to where he is today, and she knew exactly what he was going to do now.

Almost the moment Riddle raised his wand, Candice resisted, and all kinds of spells flickered in the Slytherin chamber of secrets. Hogwarts forbids apparition, even in the chamber of secrets. So Candice can only rely on her body's instincts to dodge, but Riddle is different.

Hogwarts' protective spell should be somewhat restrictive for him, but it wasn't that strong.

Candice's strength couldn't resist him at all. Under the huge gap in strength, she was soon imprisoned by him and unable to move.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Riddle took Candice, who was completely stiff, into his arms, stroked her waist-length blond hair and said softly, "Even if I hurt myself, I won't hurt you."

Candice said numbly: "What on earth do you want to do? Your every move here cannot escape Headmaster Dumbledore. He will come soon."

"He can't come in." Riddle whispered close to her side face, "or, even if he can come in, it can't be so fast. Except for a basilisk that can only appear when I summon it, There won't be any other creatures showing up anytime soon."

Candice frowned: "The monster in the secret room is a basilisk?"

Riddle's thin and cold lips were pressed against her cheeks, and she wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't move her body, so she could only endure it stiffly.

Riddle's hand slowly landed on her waist, pressed her body into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, you guessed it a long time ago. You are the smartest person I have ever seen Girl, Candice, so you must know what I'm about to do to you."

Even at this moment, Candice still had no expression on her face, and she said coldly: "Whatever you do, anyway, you have done so many things to me, there will never be anything more cruel than those in the past. "

These words made Riddle slightly frowned. He stared at her for a long time with black and white eyes, and suddenly said, "I repent for the mistakes I made to you."

Candice looked at him with wide eyes. Her expression was shocked, but she couldn't feel her emotions.

She just stared at him blankly, as if she thought she had heard wrong.

"I have told you too modestly, I have admitted my fault, and now I confess to you." Riddle's lips fell on her lips, forcing her to accept his kiss, and whispered against her forehead, "I I'm a sinner. I've wanted so much in the past and I've had so much, but all I want is your love. If I can get you back your love, will you give me another chance?"

Candice said almost without hesitation: "I don't want to." She said firmly, "I won't give you a chance, and I don't need you to help me find my relationship again. We all know that it is difficult, and I don't have that need."

"But I hope you get it back." Riddle said stubbornly, "As you said, it was really difficult, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't be able to help you get back your feelings even today." He said Speaking of this, she paused, stared at her for a long time before saying, "But I will help you at all costs. I hope you can hate me or blame me, and you can even kill me after I succeed. Me, if you don't want to do it yourself, I think you just need to throw me here, and I won't have any ability to survive at that time. In short, no matter what you want to do, the premise is that you have to get back your feelings. "

"...you're crazy." Candice stared at him with wide eyes.

Riddle kissed her on the cheek with a very pious expression: "I will always follow you, my love." His voice was hoarse but firm, "I will always follow you until death."

For a moment, Candice felt a trace of fear.

She should have no emotional reaction, but at that moment, she really felt fear.

She avoided looking at the crazy man, but the man forced her to look at him.

"Open your eyes and look at me." Riddle said softly, "At least before I am destroyed, you can watch me destroy with your own eyes."

Candice stared at him with red eyes, and Riddle slowly let her go and let her lie on the ground. He didn't even forget to cast a warming spell on her, lest the cold ground make her feel cold.

Candice lay there with blank eyes, she didn't know if he used some kind of spell, she couldn't even blink now, she could only watch him lift the wand and put the tip of the wand against his own heart .

Then, he began to chant the ancient and long incantation. The process was very long, so long that his face was pale and his body was shaking more and more.

It shouldn't be like this.

How could he be so powerful that he couldn't even stand up?

Candice tried to stand up, she tried to struggle, but still couldn't move.

She looked at Riddle almost in despair, he gradually became painful, but his ability to endure the pain was very strong, he tightened his thin lips, and even showed her a smug smile, as if he was doing something to himself very satisfied.

He is looking for death.

He is destroying his life.

Candice started to cry, and she couldn't help herself, the tears rolled down her cheeks and soon soaked the shirt around her neck.

At this moment, a silver light mixed with black mist broke out from Riddle's body, he let out a low cry of pain, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Candice lay there, tears still flowing, she couldn't blink, she could only watch him torture himself and do those crazy actions.

The silver light mixed with black mist floated towards her little by little with his magic wand. He supported the ground with one hand and barely kept his body stable. As the silver light sank into Candice's body, Candice She felt that a hole in her body that had been vacant for a long time was filled. In an instant, infinite emotions flooded into her chest and mind, and she felt intense pain.

"Do not……"

Candice murmured, probably because Riddle's magic power dropped sharply, and the confinement spell he cast lost its effectiveness a little bit. Candice was able to move slowly. She trembled all over, her body twisted and twitched, almost It was lying on the ground.

Riddle's black eyes were fixed on her. Seeing her bewildered and sad expression, looking at him with a little bit of contradiction and pain in his gaze, he knew he had succeeded.

After confirming this point, he seemed to have lost the last strength to support himself, and fell directly on the cold ground. His throat became hot, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his black cloak, and his handsome and picturesque face. face.

His eyes gradually became dull, he seemed very weak, and when Candice looked at him again, she couldn't even feel his breathing.

Candice stood up with her back bent. Riddle was not far away from her, and some of the blood he spurted splashed on her face. She raised her hand to wipe the blood on her face, and walked to him with difficulty. next to him, then fell down beside him and looked at him.

"Are you going to die?" she asked in a low voice.

Hearing her voice, Riddle slowly opened his eyes wide. He seemed to be trying to concentrate. When he spoke, his voice was not as firm and powerful as before. Although his tone was still pleasant, it was erratic, and it seemed that it might be forever at any time. Lost voice.

"Maybe. If you want me to die, throw me here. In a few days, you can come back to collect the body." He tried his best to support himself, grabbed her hand with his last strength, and stared into her eyes Said, "Learn from me, learn this sentence."

He uttered the chilling Parseltongue in a hoarse voice, and Candice repeated it after him almost automatically, asking him, "What does that mean?"

Riddle smiled vainly and said, "'Open' means." He said softly, "Only Parseltongue can open the secret chamber. Remember this sentence, you will need it when you leave here."

"I'll take her out of here." A voice replaced Candice to answer Riddle, Candice looked back, Dumbledore was standing not far away with Fox, and Snape came with him, And...James Potter.

James was standing beside Dumbledore. He looked at Candice, who was sitting in the blood in disbelief. There were bloodstains on her face. James took a few steps forward, and said slowly but firmly: "Mother?"

Candice stood up little by little, and she looked back at James. Although he was much older than ten years ago, she knew he was her child as soon as she saw him.

There is no mother who does not know her child.

Same goes for Candice.

"James." She spoke, smiled slightly, and stared at him with nostalgic eyes, "You have grown taller... so much taller than before."

James was at a loss, he was already old, but still couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face at this moment, he stood there in a panic, not knowing whether he should step forward, this was the first time Snape saw such a For a moment, James Potter didn't know whether to be shocked by the self-destructive Dark Lord, or by the vulnerable side of James Potter.

Dumbledore was the most sensible one in the room.

He took Fox a few steps forward, looked at Riddle who fell on the ground with pity: "I didn't expect you to do that, Tom."

Riddle's face was as pale as paper, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth dismissively, as if he didn't want to leave his greatest enemy in a state of embarrassment at the last moment of his life.

"You are not me, Dumbledore, you would never think of what I would do." Riddle's voice was very soft, and he probably didn't have much strength, but everyone present could hear his words clearly.

Dumbledore looked at Candice, then at Riddle, and said in silence for a long time: "Indeed, I think you are right. I used to narrowly think that even if you know that you can exchange all your magic power for Candice You wouldn't do that either."

"What do you mean?" Candice looked at Dumbledore - what does it mean to pay all the magic power in exchange for her feelings?Is that what she thinks?

"It's exactly what you think, Candice." Dumbledore knew her so well, even if she didn't say the whole thing, he also knew her confusion.

He took a few steps forward and stopped beside Riddle, who was no longer threatening. Riddle glared at him angrily and said, "I don't need you to pity me, Dumbledore, you never gave your mercy to me." Give it to me, I don’t need it at this moment. You don’t have to explain anything to me, everything I do is my will, I don’t need anyone to pity you, just shut up…”

He resisted Dumbledore explaining everything to Candice, but at this moment, he had no ability to make Dumbledore really shut up.

"When I asked Severus to reveal to you the method of regaining Candice's affection, it was just a temptation." Dumbledore whispered, "I never thought you would really use it."

Snape stood in the distance and looked at all this with a pale face. James glanced back at him. He was silent for a moment and said, "That method is true."

He was emphasizing that he did not give a wrong method, and Riddle didn't bother to pay attention to him at the moment, but Dumbledore echoed him and said: "Of course, that method is true...but although it can achieve its goal, it requires a great deal of effort." sacrifice. I originally wanted to wait for everything to be stable, and I would be the one to make this sacrifice, but I didn't expect..."

I didn't expect that Riddle, who got the news, would really do that, and he would do it so soon.

Candice now knows more or less the truth.

In order for her to get back her feelings, Riddle gave his life's magic power.

Candice finally turned her attention to Riddle. Without timely treatment, he probably won't last long. She stared at him and said softly: "In other words, he is no different from a squib now."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it can be said that. I think if the Death Eaters knew about this, they probably wouldn't have a good reaction."

Speaking of Death Eaters, Riddle reacted slightly. He maintained his last decency and said without a trace of expression: "Isn't that exactly what you hoped for, Dumbledore. Today I die here, and tomorrow you will die." Disclose it to all the Death Eaters. At that time, you can easily catch them all, or take them for your own use." He glanced at Snape and said coldly, "Just like you did to Snape .I know your methods very well. As long as you want, you can do many things and recognize many people, but you just never give me your kindness."

Dumbledore said, "Maybe it's my fault." He knelt down slowly and whispered, "But we probably have no chance to make up for it." He said in a pitiful tone, "What else do you have to say? Do you want to say it?" The tone seemed to be asking, do you have any last words to say?

In fact, he was right.

Not even an ordinary wizard could tolerate being a Squib, let alone a Riddle.

If he, who has always been proud, becomes a squib and survives, it will be the greatest torture for him.

Riddle didn't have much to say at the moment either, all he had to say before they showed up.

His final question was simply: "Do you speak Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore smiled and said: "Mermaid language, goblin language, and Parseltongue, I understand a little bit. Parseltongue is born with nature, but it can also be imitated the day after tomorrow. I don't know much about this language, just a few words. After getting some inspiration, I tried it, and I was surprised that I could actually open the secret room."

Riddle smiled mockingly, and said to him, "Very well. Then, I have nothing more to say, and you can do it."

Dumbledore didn't speak or move, but it was James who stepped forward excitedly and said, "Let me come, this damned Dark Lord, he made my father depressed all his life, and he made me unable to enjoy maternal love since I was a child." , He once even wanted to kill my son, let me kill him with my own hands, I want to kill him with my own hands!"

James has rarely been so excited since he was an adult. He directly pulled out his wand, and without Dumbledore's permission, he was about to cast a death curse at Riddle, who had no power to fight back.

Riddle didn't respond, he just tried his best to stand up, and after several failures, he gave up and sat there as calmly as possible, this was the last request he made to himself before he died.

Dumbledore temporarily stopped James, looked at Riddle under James' gaze, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really ready to die? Will you be resurrected someday in the future?"

This is actually equivalent to asking him if he still has Horcruxes.

Riddle slowly raised his hand, took off the resurrection stone ring worn on his middle finger and threw it on the ground, staring at the ring and said: "It is useless to me. If you need it, I can take it I will give it to you as my last gift." Raising his eyes slightly, Riddle looked at Dumbledore and said calmly and indifferently, "I regret that it took me decades to understand this truth. Human beings should face death properly. We have an instinct to die, just as we have an instinct to live."

No one would have expected him to say such a thing.

Who would have thought that such a sentence would appear in the mouth of the Dark Lord?

Dumbledore frowned at him, at this moment, he couldn't bear him to die.

However, it's just a little unbearable.

He finally moved away from James. James gripped his wand and pointed it at Riddle. Riddle hadn't looked at her since he regained his feelings for Candice. At this moment, a second before he was about to die , he finally looked at her uncontrollably.

If they knew this would happen from the beginning, maybe they shouldn't have met.

In this way, she can have her happy and ordinary life, and he can also pursue his ideal without any scruples.

After all, there is no way to turn back time, and what happened has happened after all.

And love itself is an unforeseen thing.

Better to die, at this moment, than to live on, in endless hatred and incurable pain.

From now on, he no longer fears death.

He accepted everything calmly, facing the enemy's wand without even frowning.

What he didn't expect was that when James Potter was about to say the death curse he was very familiar with, someone stopped him again.

no one else.

It's Candice.

"Don't kill him." Candice stood in front of him, and when James cast an unbelievable look at her, she said to her son, "Don't let him die, it's just a relief for him now .We have to let him live, let him be imprisoned and tortured. Let him taste the injustice of the world and let him die, that is better than killing him."

James looked at his mother incredulously, and murmured, "What?"

Candice held her son's wand directly, and said softly: "I said, let him live, it hurts him more to live than to die."

With a dazed look on his face, James handed the wand to his mother almost without resistance.

Candice turned around holding her son's wand, her face was still young and beautiful, she smiled, as if she was genuinely happy, her smile made Riddle seem to return to that afternoon decades ago, when they Standing in the corridor of Hogwarts, she yelled for him to go to Hogsmeade to buy her candy, but he was impatient, but still said "Got it".

Time flies so fast, but the distant memory is so clear, the Candice in front of him is still such a beautiful Candice, she knelt down slowly, and said beside him: "Give him to me, I promise him No one can be hurt anymore. The Dark Lord will never appear again, and Riddle, alive, will take his punishment from me."

After the soft voice fell, a stun spell flashed, and Riddle fell directly to the ground.Candice's hand fell and rested on his cold cheek. He was still handsome, but he was fragile and had an unusual beauty. Candice floated him up with a floating spell, stood up and looked at the three behind him. Individual, whispered: "Can I take him away?"

No one will hold that against her.

Of the three people standing here, one is her son, who will never resist any of her demands, the other is the teacher who loves her, let alone object to her arrangement, and the remaining one has no identity to even refuse.

So in the end, the three watched her take Riddle away.

She walked to the exit, recalling the intonation that Riddle taught her, and said the new and only Parseltongue she learned today.

"Open." Candice said hoarsely.