[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

It seemed that from beginning to end, no matter what happened between them, it was always Riddle who decided the outcome.

But this time Candice didn't allow it.

The result this time should not be done by him.

She stood up slowly, wiped her face, and the remaining Riddle's blood covered her cheeks.

She retrieved her wand, bent down to hold Riddle's body, and said a complicated and lengthy spell, after which she broke into a sweat, and as the spell ended, a cloud of black mist enveloped her. Del's body.

It's black magic.

It's that she has never used it, but it doesn't mean she doesn't understand black magic.

This is the Riddle Mansion, which is Riddle's territory. Most of the books here are about black magic. When looking for ways to cure him and control magic power, Candice learned some secret spells.

She shut his soul within his body, then gripped her wand again and cast the Patronus with perfect precision.

The silver-white patron saint appeared in front of her, and Candice said to it, "Go to Dumbledore and tell him that I want to see Nicolas."

The name Nicolas is no stranger to people in the magic world.

He was a preeminent master of ancient alchemy and the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with astonishing properties, it can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life that will make the person who drinks it never die, and may even bring the dead back to life. .

Nicole May, who celebrated her fifth birthday at 660 last year, is living in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenal.The reason Candice was looking for him was nothing more than for the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore guessed it when he received the summons from the Patronus.

He could guess that she might need the Philosopher's Stone, and he could naturally guess why she needed the Philosopher's Stone.

At night, Dumbledore came to the Riddle Mansion.

He saw Candice in the dark living room, her long blond hair hanging down her shoulders, the only bright presence in the room.

She was sitting on the floor, leaning against a pale, silent man whom Dumbledore knew, Riddle.

"Have you been sitting here all this time?" Dumbledore walked up to Candice, glanced at Riddle whose eyes were tightly closed as if he was not breathing, and asked in a low voice.

Candice stared at the man in her arms, and said lightly, "Yes, Professor, I've been sitting here watching him."

"He's dead." Dumbledore frowned slightly to give his judgment.

Candice raised her head slowly, she looked at Dumbledore and said, "No, Professor, he's not dead yet." She slowly let go of the man in her arms and let him lie on the floor. He was wearing black, Simple robes, even though he is a bit haggard at the moment, like a plant that is about to wither, but he is still handsome and charming, he is lying on the floor as if he is asleep.

"I used a newly learned spell..." Candice stood up slowly, "You may hate me for doing this...but I have to admit, I used black magic—in order to keep him at last The possibility of surviving."

Dumbledore stood there straight, he kept watching Candice and never looked away, but Candice didn't look at him very much.

"You should know, Candice, no matter who it is, his death is the happiest ending." Dumbledore looked at Candice for a long time in the dark before whispering, "If you only Let him live through torture without any magic, then this period of time is enough." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, "You should not continue to stay with him, we should bury him and let him rest in peace. You also Time to get back to normal life, Harry and James miss you a lot."

Why doesn't Candice miss Harry and James?

They are her only living relatives, but she has no way to return to them now.

Candice clenched her hands tightly by her side, and it took her a long time to finally face Dumbledore squarely and stop avoiding his gaze.

"Albus, you must know that what I said in the secret room is not entirely what I really think in my heart." Candice's thin lips trembled, "I still don't want him to die like this, I want to torture him He, I want him to be punished, but I really don't want him to die. I don't know if you can understand my heart, professor, he is a criminal, he is a devil, he has done so many bad things, but in the end I I just hope that even if he is raped, at least he won't die..."

Dumbledore stared slightly, and he looked at Candice with complicated eyes. He didn't know who he thought of because of her words, and said after a while: "Then have you thought about what to do after he wakes up?"

This is a real problem.

Both Candice and Dumbledore knew what Riddle was.

Can a man like him really accept the fact that he lost his magic power after waking up?As soon as Dumbledore came today, he could tell that Riddle had chosen to die by himself. Both the bloody smell around him and the helplessness on Candice's face proved this.

He chose to die. As Dumbledore expected, Riddle, who had lost his magic power, was no longer the Riddle he was before. Everything he was most proud of was handed over to Candice. He can be said to be willing, But even if he is willing, it doesn't mean he can accept all of this calmly.

"Maybe he will still choose to die, you can't always be by his side." Dumbledore said bluntly, "And I don't think he is absolutely safe without his magic power, his thinking itself is a threat. "

Candice said almost immediately after Dumbledore finished speaking: "I can stay by his side all the time."

Dumbledore looked at her in surprise.

Candice said word by word: "I will stay by his side all the time, never leave. I will look at him, although I know it is difficult and unbelievable, but I will try my best to make him develop in a good direction .I not only want him to come back to life, I also want to give him back the magic power that belongs to him."

The first few sentences sounded okay, but the latter was a bit nervous and startling.

If it was an ordinary wizard standing in front of her instead of Dumbledore, she might have been scared to death by her.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Dumbledore asked in a complicated tone.

Candice nodded and said: "I know, professor. I know you may not be able to understand, but these magic powers belong to him. Everyone thinks that it is a great thing for him to lose his magic power, but who would have thought, Put them on me, can I bear it?" Candice's blue eyes were full of tears, but stubbornly refused to fall, she sniffed and said, "I can't control myself, Professor, I'm hurting him constantly, and even if he dies, I can't learn to control it all. I'll hurt him here, and I'll hurt someone else when I'm out, and it's more threatening to put this magic on me than it is on him, I can't guarantee whether I can strictly abide by my heart, and I worry that one day I will become the second Voldemort."

Powerful magical power is what every wizard dreams of, but powerful magical power does not necessarily bring all benefits.

When a person is strong enough, his heart will no longer be content with the status quo, he will become greedy and strong, just like Riddle back then.Dumbledore is probably the only one who can truly possess infinite abilities without losing his way.

No, maybe even Dumbledore had moments where he couldn't handle it, it's just that he was able to end everything in time and find the way he really wanted to go, but how many people like him can turn back in time?

Candice's words are not entirely wrong.

Even, what she expressed is worthy of recognition.

Dumbledore would not have watched her become a second Voldemort.

But he couldn't just agree to her so easily, let her pull Riddle back and return the magic to him.

Of course, Candice also knew that she couldn't convince Dumbledore all at once.

She walked slowly to Dumbledore's side, looked up into his eyes, and said seriously and calmly: "I will not leave his side, I will follow him forever, and watch him do everything with my own eyes. As long as I If you are still alive, you will not let the wizarding world go back to the darkest years. I will try to change him, although I know it will be difficult, but maybe I can try to make him use his abilities to make up for what he has committed in these years Wrong. I am willing to guarantee this, professor, with my personality and life as a guarantee, once I find out that he has the idea of ​​doing evil again, I will kill him immediately." Candice bit her lip slightly, and every The words bite hard, "I'm going to really kill him, really end this."

It was difficult for Dumbledore to describe how he felt at the moment.

He said after a long time: "I don't want to hit you, but Candice, do you really think he will listen to you and be at your mercy?"

"Maybe he won't," said Candice firmly, "but we have many ways to restrain him. Let him make an oath, or use the unbreakable charm, in short, we have many ways, Professor, if he breaks his promise, let him He really died."

Opportunity should be given to those who deserve it.

Dumbledore had never given a chance to someone like Riddle in his life, and most of the time he was thankful that he did that and didn't let him develop everything to the point of getting out of hand.But there are also times when he regrets why he didn't try harder to guide him and try to give him a "chance".

Maybe they all need a chance.

Like Riddle, like someone locked up.

Candice is so similar to him, yet so unlike him, and she is different from him when making the final choice.

Dumbledore slowly lowered his eyes, and for a long time, he whispered in the darkness of the night: "Nicole May is my old friend, maybe you can meet him, but the Philosopher's Stone has kept him alive to this day , Whether he is willing to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to someone like Riddle still needs to be decided by himself."

Of course Candice knew that it was up to Nicole May to make her own decision in the end.

She also knew that even if she persuaded Dumbledore, she might not be able to convince Nicolas.

What kind of person is Riddle? Nicolas must also know that it is ridiculous and terrifying to use the Philosopher's Stone to save Voldemort. Anyone who can make such a request will probably be regarded as a lunatic.

But Candice made such a madman.

She was sitting on the sofa, opposite Nicole May and his wife, and Dumbledore was sitting beside her. Although he didn't say anything, he was willing to bring her here, which was already a kind of silent support.

Picking up the black teacup, Nicolas said with a gentle smile, "Drink some, kid, it tastes good."

Candice swept the black tea, thanked her politely, took it up and took a sip.

Dumbledore sat there quietly, with a relaxed smile on his face, as if he was not at all conflicted and nervous about the next conversation.

He is always like this, no matter what he encounters, he can calm down and deal with it with ease. If Candice had his level, she wouldn't be where she is today.

"I don't think you know why I'm here." Candice put down the black tea cup, intending to explain her intentions straight to the point, but before she could speak again, Nicolas May spoke first.

"I know, kid," Nicolas said, laughing. "Albus told me."

Candice looked at Dumbledore in surprise. She thought that all he could do was bring her here, but not give other help. After all, the fact that she was going to do it was crazy. If other people in the magic world knew There was an uproar, as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, as the greatest white wizard who quelled all this, he should stand on the side of justice and attack her together, but in the end...he still stood by her here.

Candice's eyes were hot, and she almost shed tears. Dumbledore raised his hand and patted her shoulder, comforting her silently.

Nicole May looked at them with a smile and said: "In fact, my wife and I have no interest in this long life. We are always ready to face death, but we never thought that one day we will use magic Stone came to save Voldemort."

Candice wanted to say something, but Nicole May didn't need her to say, he said bluntly: "But I am willing to do this. I know you will be surprised, child, although this is what you hope, but You certainly don't understand why I agreed. I think what you thought before you came here today is to try hard at least once, even if there is no result, there will be no regrets."

Candice's lips were tightly lined. Her face was as pale as paper, but her lips were very red. The combination of these two very different colors added a lot of weird and morbid beauty to her.

"I'm an adventurous person, Albus must not have told you this, right?" Nicolas said with a smile, "Saving Voldemort sounds crazy, and I should say no, but Albus He told me about you and Voldemort, he told me everything between you like a story, my wife and I listened to it for a long time, and we have been thinking about why you have come to where you are today."

Nicole May's wife said softly: "Two people who love each other shouldn't end up like this. I think a person who is so conceited and values ​​his own strength is willing to give everything, even his life, for a girl. The people in this world may not be as hateful and narrow-minded as the rumors."

"He should have a chance. I believe he would have made a different choice if he could come back to life." Nicolas May said, holding his wife's arm, "So I promise you, child, I am willing to give the Philosopher's Stone to you." You, let you use it to save Voldemort, we believe that your presence and company can make him make the opposite choice, and the future wizarding world will never return to the dire straits of the past."

Candice was dumbfounded.

Things going too well can give her a false feeling.

She almost thought that everything in front of her was just an illusion, until she held the Philosopher's Stone in her hand.

"I just wanted to borrow it." Candice said softly while staring at the Sorcerer's Stone, "I'm even ready to be rejected, I've already figured out where to bury him..."

Tears were falling and falling on the Philosopher's Stone, Candice looked up at Nicole May and his wife, Mr. Flamel said: "You have got it, Candice, my wife and I will soon die , if possible, we hope to be able to attend your wedding before we die, or at least, let us see that our choice is not wrong."

There was no way Candice would marry Riddle.

At least not now.

But it's not that hard to show them that their choices are right.

Riddle never thought that he could open his eyes one day.

He has overcome death in his life, and faced death more than once, so many times that he has become numb to it.

He sat up slowly, feeling that his body was much stronger than before.

He frowned slightly, clenched his fists little by little, tried to say a spell in his heart, and the yew wood wand that had been with him for many years came into his hands.

A frightening brilliance burst out of his black eyes, and then he was enveloped in bewilderment and bewilderment. He raised his eyes and looked forward. Candice sat on a chair and quietly watched him lying on the bed.

Riddle seemed to know what was going on.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After a few movements, almost without waving his wand or chanting a spell, everything turned into the way he hoped.

The drawn curtains, the bright room, the black robe, and... Candice approaching him.

"Am I dreaming?" He hugged Candice, Candice was still in the chair just now, and now she is in his arms, the feeling of the power returning to his body made him extremely uneasy at the same time, "It's still me Already dead, in the so-called heaven?" He laughed at himself, "Isn't it right that a person like me should go to hell, everyone said that." He put his wand in his cuff and stroked her with his free hand Her face was soft, warm, and alive.

is alive.

Riddle was slightly taken aback, and said softly, "I'm not dreaming, am I?" He slowly lowered his head, looked closely at her blue eyes and his reflection reflected in her eyes, and said in a low voice , "You saved me?"

He finally got to the point.

Candice didn't resist his hug, and he could wake up and hold her again, wasn't that what she wanted?

She answered his questions quickly.

Her voice was sweet and soft, as sweet as when they first met: "Yes, I saved you." She slowly took the hand he put on her waist, lifted it up a little bit, let He can see better.

Frowning, Riddle saw a ring on his finger.

"That is……"

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Candice said, "It's Nicolas May's Philosopher's Stone, he made it into a ring." She gave the most simple and straightforward answer, "I ask Professor Dumbledore to bring I went to see Nicolas, and got the Philosopher's Stone from him, and used it to revive you. During the time you didn't wake up, I asked Professor Dumbledore to help me remove those things that didn't belong to me. The magic power is returned to you."

It's all really like a dream.

Whether it was Candice's attitude towards him or what she said, Riddle couldn't recover for a while.

He was almost stunned, which was rare for him, and when he finally came to his senses, he almost pushed her away in fear and kept backing away.

"You're not Candice, who are you?" Riddle's sharp eyes narrowed, his tone was full of danger, "You want to lie to me? What kind of place is this, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Candice didn't expect him to react like this.

But it is understandable.

After all, they went to that point before, who would have thought that he could wake up and hear her say that.

Candice was not in a hurry to answer.

She returned to the chair, sat down safely, and said in silence for a while: "Will you still do those things before?"

She didn't answer a few of Riddle's questions, but her behavior at the moment was considered an answer.

Riddle slowly stood up straight, with his arms hanging by his side, he looked at her blankly for a long time before saying, "You should have already got the answer, otherwise you wouldn't have made the choice now."

Candice tilted her head slightly upon hearing this.

She leaned back on the chair, leaning on the armrests of the chair with both hands, and said subduedly and slightly: "Yes, I did get the answer, but even if I was very sure about it to anyone, I still couldn't feel at ease when I faced you. She changed her tone, looked sideways at him and said, "Will you still do the same things before? Answer me directly."

She is what she is.

Not anyone pretending to be her, not Polyjuice Potion.

Riddle slowly took a few steps forward.

His eyes fell on her, measuring her inch by inch, as if he wanted to engrave her into his mind.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Maybe not." After a short pause, he looked at her and said, "But the premise is that you have to agree to one request."

He should be a little nervous, but he turned his eyes away when he said this, and he took back his wand with the Flying Curse, as if he would be more confident only when he held it like this.The panic and satisfaction of regaining the magic power is hard to describe in words.

"If you can stay with me all the time, maybe I won't do the things I used to do."

He held his wand for a long time before uttering such a sentence, thinking he would be rejected without hesitation, or swearing at him, but no.

Nothing he expected happened. He looked at the girl sitting in the chair in surprise. She was still young and beautiful. Her golden hair covered her body like a warm golden sun, making her look like a shining holy goddess.

"Why don't you talk." Riddle felt unspeakably nervous. He frowned and took a few steps forward, approaching the goddess sitting on the chair, holding his breath slightly, "You can refuse me, but I hope You think about it carefully, if you promise me to stay with me forever, then you can watch over me all the time and make sure I don't do the things I did before, so that you can rest assured, right? Of course I can Pretending to promise you and not making any demands on you, but can you really trust me 100%?"

He was trying to convince her to do the things she had planned to do.

Candice couldn't help laughing at the situation.

She smiled so easily and comfortably, so brightly and movingly, that it made Riddle feel like he was back decades ago.

He was startled, and unconsciously raised his hand to caress her cheek. The two of them stood and sat, the standing man approached her intimately, while the sitting girl looked up into his deep eyes, gently but seriously Said, "I'll be with you."

Riddle was stunned, his hand stopped by her face, and he said in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I said I would be with you." Candice not only repeated her words once, but even said, "I will always be with you, guarding you so that you will not make mistakes again, and I will force you to be a good person. Of course I know you may not be able to do it, but I hope you will at least behave like a normal person, even if you don't atone. I won't let you do the same thing again, that's my promise to everyone. I don't expect you to be A man who is good for the wizarding world, but at least he won't let you do harm again."

"You're crazy." Riddle stared at her constantly opening and closing red lips, heard every word she said clearly, but couldn't believe it, "You're really crazy." He stood up straight, Taking several steps back in a row, he said with a self-deprecating smile, "You promised me? Will you stay with me? If you're not crazy, then I'm crazy."

"No one is going crazy." Candice stood up from the chair, her gilt dress was scattered on the ground, and she slowly walked towards him, like a moving sun, just like in Hogwarts back then, Every appearance of her made him jump with joy.

"I hope you can keep your promise." Candice walked up to him, looked up at his handsome face, and said calmly, "Because this is the last chance between us, Tom."

Candice hadn't called him by his name for many, many years.

All of a sudden, many memories flooded into Riddle's mind. He felt his eye sockets heat up, and raised his chin in a panic, not wanting to let the tears flow out, but everything was already unstoppable.

Is this the first time Candice has seen him cry?

of course not.

But this was the most embarrassing time for her.

She raised her hand slowly, and did something that Riddle couldn't even imagine.

She wiped away the tears on his face, so gentle, as if nothing that hurt each other had ever happened between them.

"Is all this true?"

He still couldn't believe it, and his words were full of confusion.

"All of this is true." Candice replied, "As long as your promise is true, everything in the future will be true." She looked into his eyes, "So, your promise is Really?"

Riddle couldn't help himself at all.

This was not easy, as if everything in a dream prompted him to quickly say to her: "Yes."

Candice laughed slowly.

She smiled so that her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, hanging on her beautiful face like a crescent moon.

Riddle was obsessed with her smile, he was like a toddler doing whatever she asked him to do.

To obey other people's arrangements and be at the mercy of others, this is something that Riddle in the past would never do and hate the most.

But today he not only did this, but also did it so thoroughly.

He even felt very happy at this moment.

They finally had a good result.

Even if it was a little late, at least they had a good result.

Even if this good result is conditional, even if it makes him no longer think of his ideals, can no longer mention those things that he once considered the meaning of life, even if all this makes him feel desperate, but he is willing in despair Surrender.

【All my conceit comes from my low self-esteem, and all my heroism comes from my weakness.

The mouth is plausible because my heart is full of doubts, and the deep feeling is because I hate myself for being ruthless.

Nothing in this world is born in vain.

If you stand in the light, there will be shadows behind you.

There is silence in the middle of the night because you haven't heard a sound.

——"Confession"]

And now, he heard voices.

The end

The author has something to say:

The ending HE ends here, and there will be a previously promised episode, Sweet Daily and Deng Xiao, but the update date is to be determined

In fact, the result of the re-examination on Friday was very bad, and I have to re-examination on Monday, but I still got up and wrote this chapter

I don't know if everyone is satisfied with this ending, maybe it will be a little rushed and too fast, the plan is to torture him again before ending, but now that I think about it, it's good to end like this.

Hey, in fact, when I open the document, I start to think wildly, and it is difficult to concentrate. Please be more tolerant.

At this point, the text of this article is over, I hope my body can get better soon, so that I can write about Regulus' pit