[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

In fact, Candice has not been able to sort out their conversation until now.

She felt that what she said and the expression she made were the reactions Riddle wanted her to make.

She widened her blue eyes, stared at the young man in front of her and muttered, "Oath?"

Riddle's wand came from her delicate cheek to her wrist, and she was pinched by him unsuspectingly. She had physical contact with him after so long, and she couldn't get used to the sudden arrival. It's freezing.

She struggled subconsciously, Riddle's black eyes sank, and he tightened his grip on her wrist.

"Will you keep my origin a secret forever?" he asked, his voice hoarse and suppressed, "No matter who asks you, you can't tell them where you know me from."

Candice's lips moved, and she said after a while, "But... But Professor Dumbledore and my father already know about it."

Riddle frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Not including them. People in the school—no matter which college students they are from, you can't tell them. Can you do it?"

Candice subconsciously said: "Why do you think I can't do it?" She opened her eyes wide, "Tom, we are good friends, that is your privacy, if you don't want to be exposed, just tell me , I won’t tell anyone.”

Riddle stared indifferently at the girl's face shining under the firelight: "I don't believe you."

Candice was stunned, she stared at the young man's face close at hand, and said hurtfully after a long time: "But I believe you."

Riddle was startled, not knowing what to say.

"...If you must make me make an oath to be at ease." Candice bit her lips and said with red eyes, "Then I promise you. I will always keep your origin a secret, no matter which academy you are in Come and ask me, I won't reveal a word."

A red tongue of flame slowly wrapped around Candice's wrist, she looked down, then lowered her head and said, "Is there anything else you want me to promise?"

Riddle slowly retracted his wand.

His black eyes were filled with extremely complicated emotions.

After a long time, he said coldly, "No more."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked in the opposite direction, which was not the direction back to the Slytherin common room.

Candice looked back at him, he stopped for a while, looked back sideways, and faced her with good-looking brows and eyes not very warm: "Follow. Do you want to go back to Gryffindor Tower alone? Mr. Potter is Already returned with his invisibility cloak."

Yes, Freemont left wearing an invisibility cloak. If there is no invisibility, it must be dangerous for her to walk back by herself. Maybe she will meet Plinlow or the professor who is watching the night.

Candice grasped the sleeves of her school gown in embarrassment, buried half of her face in the scarf, and followed up dully.

Riddle was now a full head taller than Candice. He walked in front, his steps were neat and fast, and the Slytherin school robes drew a beautiful arc in the wind.

How should I put it, I really stepped out of the step of being disowned by my relatives.

Candice stared at the corner of his school robe, and occasionally saw the golden-red corner of her school robe. The originally incompatible silver-green and golden-red intertwined and touched in the night, as if... just like the two of them It was as if their skins had touched each other.

Candice shook her head, trying to drive those wild thoughts out, so she failed to notice that the person in front had stopped.

So without slowing down, she ran into his arms so unexpectedly.

Riddle's arms were much firmer than when they first met.

Candice felt the sudden coldness, she threw her arms bent into his arms, and looked up blankly at his face, under the flickering firelight, the expression on Riddle's face was blurred, Candy Si's heart beat faster, and gradually, even her breathing became short of breath. The heartbeat was so loud that she couldn't even hear his voice.

She seemed to see his thin lips open and close, and seemed to say something, but she couldn't make out the content at all.

"You, what are you talking about?" Candice retreated, scratched her ears vigorously, and asked him in embarrassment.

Riddle stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at her with black jade eyes and said softly, "I said...you're here."

Candice was stunned, and immediately looked around. Sure enough, she was outside the Gryffindor common room, and the fat lady was snoring in the portrait.

Candice was struggling with how to let her open the door for her calmly, when she saw Riddle's bone-like magic wand lift up and tap twice on the picture frame, the fat lady woke up with a scream, and then returned Before Candice could say anything, the door opened.

Candice looked at Riddle in surprise, Riddle slowly approached her, bent down and whispered in her ear: "Remember your oath, if you break your oath, there will be a very painful price."

Candice couldn't help trembling, and when she was about to say something, Riddle had already straightened up and left quickly.

Candice stood there and watched his back. He was obviously familiar with Hogwarts, and every step he took was fast and firm.Candice just watched him go away, and what was in her mind was not the painful price that would be brought to her if she violated that dangerous oath, but... how beautiful he walks.

Annoyedly tightening the scarf, Candice quickly walked into the Gryffindor common room. As soon as she entered, she saw Fremont pacing anxiously. Fremont was greatly relieved to see her, and shouted: "Bless Merlin! Are you alright?!"

Candice pursed her lips and said, "I'm fine, why haven't you gone back to rest?"

Fremont frowned and said, "You were stopped by that guy, how could I sleep? I've been waiting here for you, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Candice shook her head and said, "I'm fine, the matter is settled, you don't have to worry."

Freemont was surprised: "Solved? He won't tell the professor?"

Candice nodded and said, "No more."

"Impossible. If I'm not mistaken, he is a student of Slytherin. Will he miss a chance to deduct points from Gryffindor?" Fremont was very suspicious.

Candice is not good at lying, especially to her friends, so she could only vaguely say: "Anyway, he won't do that, just go back and rest, or it will be dawn, and I will leave first !"

Candice ran away after speaking, and Freemont stood there holding the invisibility cloak, still a little unresponsive.

The days that followed the incident were uneventful.

Fremont discovered that the Slytherin he met that night did not tell him about his night out with Candice.

Although he still found it incredible, he gradually accepted the fact.

"Charles! Charles!" Fremont waved to his senior cousin in the crowd.

Charles Potter saw him, waved to him, and came through the crowd, asking him, "Fremont? What can I do for you?"

Freemont looked around, and when everyone had almost left, he whispered: "I want to ask you about someone."

Charles is already in the seventh grade and will be graduating soon. He must know Hogwarts better than Fremont. He pulled his cousin aside and asked him, "Which girl do you want to ask?"

Freemont blushed and said helplessly, "It's not a girl, it's a boy."

"Boy??" Chales said exaggeratedly, "No, I can't think of you..."

"Where did you go!" Freemont interrupted his cousin speechlessly, "It's not what you thought at all!"

Charles hooked his lips and said, "I'm just joking with you—then who do you want to inquire about?"

Fremont looked around again, and after a while he said furtively, "Do you know that Tom Riddle in Slytherin?"

Chales' calm expression suddenly sank when he heard the name from Fremont's mouth. He frowned and asked him, "What did you ask him for?"

Freemont stammered about the night tour, and Charles rested his forehead with a headache: "You are really getting bolder, Freemont, you dare to use the invisibility cloak for night tour—"

"Oh that's enough bro, stop talking about that, turn the subject on to the right one, and tell me what do you know about that guy?"

Charles stared at his cousin, and after a long time said: "You'd better not provoke him, it's your luck that he didn't report you, you just forget about it, don't mention it again. With your IQ Not his match at all, don't blame me for not reminding you, Fremont."

Fremont was so angry that he didn't want to listen, and Chales changed the subject directly: "If you really have too much energy, why don't you prepare for the Quidditch match after Halloween, this year is my last year to represent the academy team. Yes, before I leave, I will recommend you to the team captain who will succeed me."

Freemont opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Really? Can I?"

"Of course you can." Seeing him turn his attention away, Chales' tone became lighter.

Fremont whispered, "Then can you recommend Candice too? You know she can fly well too, and we all love Quidditch."

The corner of Chales's mouth twitched, he really couldn't forget his Candice at any time, but... that girl is indeed a good flyer, she should be able to enter the academy team with her strength without his recommendation.

In fact, Charles had a good eye, and he thought all right.

Candice performed very well in the flying lesson. Dumbledore looked at Candice flying in the sky through the office window, with a gratified smile on his face.

It was almost certain that Candice would join the Gryffindor Quidditch team in her second year.

Halloween is just around the corner, and the whole of Hogwarts is shrouded in festive atmosphere. Recently, Candice is in a good mood, sweeping away the haze of the past, and she is full of energy in everything she does.Fremont was very happy, but also very distressed, happy that she became the same as before, distressed because he didn't know why she returned to normal.

During the Potions class, Professor Slughorn was checking the progress among the Slytherin students. Candice was in the same group as Fremont.

Candice looked at Fremont in amazement, and tried her best to remedy the imperiled potion. After a while, she said, "You are really a potion genius, Fremont."

The corner of Fremont's mouth twitched, and he was speechless in shame. When Slughorn finally saw their finished product, he reluctantly gave them a pass for their family background.

Candice breathed a sigh of relief, and Freemont blushed even more.

At the Halloween dinner in the evening, Candice dressed up as a little bat, wearing a black robe and fake tiger teeth made out of Euphemia's tiger teeth, tied up her long golden hair and tied it A black hair tie, so vicious that it would scare anyone.Fremont pretended to be stunned by her, and leaned on the chair to pose exaggeratedly. His reaction made the other Gryffindors laugh even more. The Lins had a toothache.

"boring."

Abraxas snorted softly, glanced at Candice, who was pretending to be fierce but was even more lovely, and ignored it after making complaints.He was dressed as a vampire today, and he also happened to have a pair of fangs, which seemed to match Candice's look very well.

Riddle sat next to him, with his arms propped on the table, spinning the cup in his hand boredly.

Like the other Slytherins, he was also watching the noisy long table of Gryffindor. Dumbledore had no intention of maintaining order. This was a dinner party, so it was okay to be a little looser and more lively than usual. Even Headmaster Dippet was right. This means connivance.

Candice inadvertently glanced at the opposite side amidst the bustle, and met Riddle's thoughtful eyes.She was startled, blushing for no reason, and really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Anita looked at her curiously: "Candice, why are you blushing?"

Euphemia also looked over when she heard the words, and found that Candice was indeed blushing, and she also grabbed her very strangely to prevent her from escaping.

Candice was controlled by them in her seat, and it was Louise Duncan who first discovered the reason for her blushing.

She looked at the long table opposite. In the quiet Slytherin, the black-haired and black-eyed Tom Riddle was looking at them while shaking the drink cup in his hand—not so much looking at them. , or rather looking at Candice.

Louise suddenly became a little unhappy. Riddle's handsomeness swept the whole school, and he was always mixed with those noble ladies in Slytherin. Girls from other colleges had no chance to get close to him.It is also new that he would take the initiative to pay attention to a girl, and today's undisguised staring at Candice is even more unusual.

Not only Louise was aware of this strangeness, but someone from Slytherin also noticed it.

A few juniors were whispering, and Walburga, who was in the third grade, winked at Lucretia, who was the same age, and the latter said with a half-smile, "Tom, are you looking at Dumbledore's baby?"

Abraxas, who was in the same grade as Riddle, was also attracted by this sentence. He glanced at the teenager beside him, who sat there motionless, his eyes still fixed in Candice's direction, his expression Nothing out of the ordinary.

"It seems so." Walburga took Lucretia's words and said jokingly, "Finally there is a girl who can attract your attention? It's a pity that it's a Gryffindor, otherwise we might be able to help."

Riddle slowly put down the cup in his hand, looked sideways at Walburga, and said softly: "It is worth noting that she is Gryffindor."

Walburga raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.Lucretia leaned against her, watching him in surprise.

Abraxas asked inexplicably, "What do you mean?"

"Things that can turn Dumbledore off - isn't it interesting?" He stood up slowly, even though it was Halloween today, he didn't make any costumes, there were people like him, but very few, he stood up Sometimes it seems a bit abrupt.

He glanced at the teacher's table meaningfully, and said lightly: "I really want to see what Dumbledore looks like when he can't eat sweets."

Suddenly Walburga understood what he meant, his gray eyes sparkling.

After Riddle left the table, the others crowded over to ask her.

"You hear him, Walburga?" Eddie Rozier asked.

Walburga smiled and said, "You say, if Dumbledore's favorite fell in love with a Slytherin, how ugly would his expression be?"

Everyone's eyes widened in amazement, and Walburga continued under the eyes of everyone: "If his favorite is still being played with and dumped, then he doesn't just have an ugly expression, does he?——Will he feel distressed? Gotta cry?"

Everyone looked at the long table of Gryffindor with a sudden realization. Candice was chatting with her friends, completely oblivious to this group of malicious gazes. She was excitedly talking about her Christmas plans, not knowing that any danger was approaching her.

Slytherins don't like Dumbledore very much, and there are many people who can be called annoying.Especially students from pure-blood families, whether they themselves or their parents, disdain Dumbledore who is pro-Muggle.And he is the head of Gryffindor, and he is so powerful, even if they don't dare to offend him, they will inevitably feel resentful.

If there is an opportunity to break his impenetrable defense a little bit, they will definitely not let it go.

But only Tom Riddle knew what he was really thinking when he stared at Candice.

Candice's Defense Against the Dark Arts scores were not very good.

Professor Galatea Mellors was disappointed with her performance, she was getting used to him moaning around her.

It's not that Candice is in a hurry, she is determined to take the first place in the school and prove that she is no worse than Riddle - when they first met, she boasted that she would definitely catch up with him at Hogwarts, and she didn't want to break her promise.

So Candice began to run to the library diligently.

Riddle was also present in the library as often as she was.

Candice was working hard on her homework when she suddenly felt the light dim. She slowly raised her head and met a pair of black eyes.

It's Riddle.

He is not like her, carrying big bags.He was holding only one book, and Candice wanted to see the title of the book, but he quickly turned the book over, leaving only the black back cover with no words on it.

How to describe the way he looked at Candice.

Candice felt as if she was being strangled by his seemingly gentle eyes, gradually unable to breathe, her face flushed.

"Breathe," Riddle reminded her benevolently, and Candice immediately opened her mouth, gasping for air.

He slowly sat across from her, glanced at the half-written parchment under her hand, and said casually: "If you use the method you wrote to deal with foxes, within a week, your bedroom will be full of them." Disgusting egg."

What he said made Candice feel goosebumps all over her body. She rubbed her arm and said, "Did I write it wrong? I remember Professor Mellors said-"

"Professor Mellors must be very troubled." He interrupted her, got up slightly and approached her across the table, she stood there blankly, staring at him blankly, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Does he often come to you Side sigh?"

Candice said in disbelief: "How do you know?" Could it be that he peeked at her in class?

"I don't need to peek at your class to guess." Riddle returned to his seat and said something disdainful, and it was only then that Candice realized that she had spoken her mind.

"Then what should I do?" Candice crumpled up the homework that was written on half a sheet of parchment, took out a new one from her schoolbag, and asked him, "What about your homework? Don't you write it?"

Riddle looked at her strangely for a while, then said unhurriedly, "I don't have homework."

Candice asked him in surprise and envy: "No homework? Why? Don't second graders have to do homework?"

...What kind of brain circuit is this? It's too abnormal. Riddle was a little speechless, and said after a while: "Because of my grades—the professors think that I don't need to do second-grade homework anymore."

... crushed by strength.

Candice sat there awkwardly, shoulders slumped limply.

Louise Duncan sneaked into the library, covering half of her face with a book, looking for Candice all the way.

When she finally found her, she was sitting in a corner with another person, talking to each other.

She recognized the boy sitting with Candice almost immediately.

It was Tom Riddle, a second-year Slytherin.

Louise's eyes widened. She soon discovered that many girls around her were looking at them. Riddle seemed to be tutoring Candice's homework. He took Candice's quill from time to time and explained to her content in the textbook.

Riddle's grades are well-known in Hogwarts, and there is no professor in the school who doesn't like him, even the withdrawn school administrator Prinlo looks at him differently.There is also Mrs. Holt, the librarian, who is quite privileged with Mrs. Holt, and sometimes borrows books without even signing her name.

Although no one in the school knew the true background of his family, they all felt that Tom Riddle, who possessed such a noble temperament, would definitely not come from any small family.He must be the noble son of a large hidden family, his low-key and restrained style of acting adds a lot of mystery to him.

The mysterious and dangerous man is the favorite, and Louise Duncan undoubtedly admires Riddle a lot.

But he, who is so inaccessible, is sitting next to her roommate at this moment, and is quite patient with her doing homework.

Louise snorted coldly in her heart, squeezed the book tightly with her fleshy hands, turned her head and ran out of the library.

It didn't take long for rumors of an affair between Candice and Riddle, a second-year Slytherin, to spread.

Candice was surrounded by crowds wherever she went, and she appeared in the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin against the eyes of the group.

The weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Fremont's brother, Charles Potter, led the Gryffindor team out of the arena. Candice happily cheered for them with Fremont.

Charles waved handsomely towards the Gryffindor stands, and everyone cheered harder.

"Next year I will definitely enter the academy team, it's so handsome!" Freemont said excitedly.

Euphemia smiled beside him and said, "You can definitely join the academy team, Fremont, you fly so well."

Freemont was a little proud, he looked directly at Candice, and asked her: "You are also flying very well, Candice, will you apply for the academy team? I heard from Chales that next year the academy team will be looking for the ball. I'm graduating too."

Candice lay at the front looking longingly at the players on the field, nodded vigorously and said, "Of course, I want to become an excellent Seeker like Rodriguez London!"

Freemont said happily: "Then we can play together, it's great!"

Euphemia looked at the two of them, and suddenly felt that she was a bit out of touch, so she could only smile awkwardly.

Anita sat and patted her hand, and Euphemia felt better.

But Louise said inappropriately: "You like Potter, but Potter doesn't seem to like you very much, Euphemia."

Euphemia blushed and looked at Louise: "Don't talk nonsense Louise, I don't like Freemont..."

Fremont turned his head and looked over: "You called me?"

Euphemia waved her hand vigorously and said, "No, no..."

She had only said two words before Louise pushed Anita away to tell Fremont that Euphemia liked him.Fremont looked at Louise who was acting rudely in surprise, and Candice also saw Anita almost fell over by her.

With so many people in the stands, if Anita really fell, the consequences would be disastrous. Candice frowned, turned around to support Anita, and blocked Louise's way.

"How can you push Anita, Louise?" Candice asked displeased.

She wasn't very angry at this time, because Anita didn't really fall after all, and the vicious incident didn't happen, so it wouldn't be so unacceptable.

But Louise's attitude was very bad: "What's wrong with pushing it? Is she porcelain, and it will break if pushed?"

Candice frowned, already a little angry, Anita cowardly held her back and didn't want her and Louise to quarrel because of herself, but Candice just patted her hand reassuringly, and said directly to Louise: " Anita is not porcelain, and it won't break if you push it, but we are at the front of the stands, there are steps behind, and there are so many people, if she really fell down and got hurt, how would you tell Dean Dumbledore explain?"

Louise was a little scared to move out of the dean, but she was used to being pampered at home. After arriving at Hogwarts, there were so many people who were better than her, and the professors didn't look at her like Muggle primary school teachers. For the sake of her family background, she flattered her and praised her everywhere. She didn't feel the attention she received when she was a child at all, and she felt a huge psychological gap.

What's more, in this situation, she didn't want to lose face in front of so many people, so she deliberately said in a loud voice: "You will use the dean as a shield, Candice Bell You are just relying on the dean to favor you! Don't you try to scare me with this!"

Candice was stunned, as if she didn't expect her to say that. Before she said anything, Fremont interjected: "You want the dean to like you, and the dean doesn't like you, Louise Duncan !" He said angrily, "Why are you yelling at Candice? Did she say something wrong? If Anita fell down just now, she would definitely be injured. Don't you feel guilty at all?"

Louise's chubby face flushed, being accused by a boy like that, and she was still a very popular boy in the college, she was almost ashamed and angry, and she began to say a little bit: "Enough Potter! Stop being a Husband, you like Candice, but Candice doesn't like you at all! She spends all day in the library meeting Tom Riddle of Slytherin!"

Tryst... Such a word came out of the mouth of a first-year girl, it's really... unbearable.

Everyone was stunned, although everyone heard the rumors, but no one really said it, especially this is the Gryffindor stand, although everyone will gossip secretly, but they don't really intend to do anything wrong words to insult their Gryffindor flower, but Louise Duncan... She upset the balance of the House, and everyone blamed her.

She was extremely embarrassed. After all, she was just a little girl. Her eyes soon turned red, and she said aggrievedly: "Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm not wrong. I saw them kissing each other in the corner of the library with my own eyes!" "

Candice was stunned—why didn't she remember that she and Riddle were flirting with each other?They were just discussing study problems, and they didn't even do that often. Riddle was very busy, and he couldn't see the end. He only chatted when they met in the library occasionally. Why is Louise crazy? what strange thing?

Candice subconsciously looked at the Slytherin stand. The commotion on their side had already attracted the attention of the other side. Louise's voice was so loud just now, and the game hadn't really started yet. The Slytherin stand wanted to hear It's hard not to see.

Riddle stood in the middle of the stands, wearing a silver-green scarf, looking at them with his usual expression.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him, but his classmates don't.

Look at Malfoy's expression, and Lestrange, Avery, and Rozier, these people from pure-blood families are laughing together shoulder to shoulder, as if... as if watching her joke .

All of a sudden, a quiet needle drop could be heard on the field.

Candice stood there blushing, clenched her fists, and said for a long time: "Don't talk nonsense and cause trouble to others, Louise. I didn't flirt with anyone like you said, I was just very Make friends normally, just study. That’s all for today, please be careful in the future, don’t hurt your classmates again.”

She ran away after speaking, and didn't plan to watch the game.

Louise stood there angrily, facing Freemont's storm-like anger, and said loudly with grievances: "I didn't lie! Blame me for everything!"

Anita and Euphemia were anxious to catch up with Candice, but Candice ran very fast, but in the blink of an eye, they could no longer see her.

Dumbledore watched the commotion of the student group from the teacher's seat, and his eyes passed over Louise Duncan, who was still unrepentant, with displeasure flowing in the bottom of his blue eyes.

Riddle stood in a group of Slytherins with his arms folded, and said to the people around him without changing his expression: "The match is about to start, you can put away your ridiculous looks."

Avery and Lestrange couldn't stop laughing at his words, coughed and stood up straight to watch the game.

Rozier and Malfoy glanced at each other, and resumed their seriousness in secret.

After this incident, the scandal between Candice and Riddle intensified.

It wasn't until Christmas came and everyone was about to leave school that she was slightly relieved.

She was going to go home, but she overheard a few Slytherin girls discussing the retention list - they said Riddle had filled out the retention application.

Candice considered it carefully, and at the last moment decided to stay at school for Christmas.

Not because of anything else, just because she remembered that Riddle's birthday was December 31st, just like hers.

He has no family, and all his Christmas school friends are leaving, which means no one to celebrate his birthday.

After they reconciled, he helped her a lot, and stopped avoiding her everywhere, ignoring her, and pretending not to know her anymore.

With his help, her Defense Against the Dark Arts score improved significantly. Professor Mellors was very pleased, and she was also happy.So in order to thank him, she decided to stay in school and celebrate their birthday together on the 31st.

In fact, when the gossip between her and Riddle was so raging, she should have kept her distance from him, if she really didn't want these rumors to become more and more outrageous, and more and more red-faced.

But she didn't.

Even she wasn't sure what was the reason she didn't do that.

As soon as she thought about it, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Anita lent her a love novel to pass the time, and she stayed up all night bored in the quilt and read it. After reading it, the feeling of rapid heartbeat became more profound.

Oops.

she thought secretly.