[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

Midnight, Hogwarts Library.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, walked along the bookshelves, and came to the first area almost without a pause. He was familiar with the pattern there. He had sneaked here countless times to learn new magic by himself, no matter it was ordinary magic. Or so-called black magic.In fact, Tom Riddle didn't care about that. He didn't have wizard parents to teach him not to touch the dark arts. In fact, he knew very little about the wizarding world before entering Hogwarts.On the second day after entering the school, he was led on the road of black magic by Morfin Gunter.The so-called black magic is indeed more powerful, easier to use, and easier to master.Tom Riddle was fascinated by them, studied them, even improved them, he was a born wizard and wizard.

The wizard and wizard Tom Riddle does not have the so-called bottom line or other things like other students. Those who have struggled in the deepest part of hell will only have the instinct to survive, and everything else can be put aside for the time being.In fact, he also knew that only the books there could find a way to continue Dai's life.

He went through almost all the books he hadn't read in the first district, one after another. In order to open some books that he didn't have permission to check, he used more than a dozen forbidden spells. If it wasn't for the traces of the Ministry of Magic The spell he had cast was enough to last him three years in Azkaban if he had broken it himself.

Later, he simply floated those books, four in a row, and used a spell to make them turn by themselves.Those complicated runes and ancient copywriting were like dense insects crawling on decaying bones, rolling rapidly in front of his eyes, but Tom Riddle could read them at a glance, but he could also recognize them at a glance. needs.

In the gust of wind caused by the crazy pages of the book, Tom Riddle's black hair fluttered gently with the wind, and his blue eyes were illuminated brightly by the fluorescent lights floating around him. The color was actually very light—but Usually, these eyes are covered by eyelashes, and under his often indifferent expression, it always makes people feel like the depths of the ocean.

Until the last four books were also turned over, and the four cowhide back covers were suspended in front of him.

The Luminosity went out, and so did Tom Riddle's light blue eyes.Darkness covered the place.

The young man sat on the ground slumped, his black robe fell on the pile of books, and then he leaned against the bookshelf like a child, and buried his face in the pile of magic books, the smell of pages unique to ancient books overwhelmed him .The teenager opened his eyes, looking at the dark brown, dim field of vision in front of him.Feeling that his eyes were a little hot... For the first time, for the first time, he felt something similar to sourness from his heart, which made him feel like a vacuum had been drawn from his side.

I'm about to lose you.

He just stared at the nothingness that was close at hand, and his mind went blank.After less than 30 seconds, he held out his wand, "It's back to normal."

As a result, the books scattered on the ground were suspended one after another, and flew back to their original positions one by one in an orderly manner.

Riddle stood up, ready to leave.At this time, he stopped suddenly, and he glanced at the rapidly shrinking pile of books on the ground.There are almost 100 books piled there.

"There's something wrong," thought Tom Riddle.

When entering the school, every student received a booklet, "Hogwarts: A School History", which records some things that may be encountered in Hogwarts.He clearly remembered that in the sub-volume of this booklet, it was written that Hogwarts stored millions of magic books... and millions of books should not be on this scale.

There's just not room for a million books in this library!

Almost immediately, Tom Riddle realized that there must be a secret door nearby, leading to a real library. Maybe the door was opened with a password, no... not necessarily a password, because the library comes and goes. There are too many students, if the teacher wants to find the book, he will have been discovered long ago.To disappear suddenly, to appear suddenly, and not to be noticed, it can only be between the bookshelves, and it has to be in the last few rows.Not a password, not a secret door, then, there must be a book that has been turned into a door key to the library.

Tom Riddle stopped, as if there was a storm turning in his head, and at the same time, he walked back and forth among the bookshelves in a daze, recalling the bookshelves that teachers usually like to go to... Excluded The general library area, as that is also accessible to students.

He ended up in a place.The books here are all locked in glass cabinets, and on the lock is a grinning dog face with angry eyes.Tom Riddle easily recognized that it was a trap, he stretched out his hand, knocked on the glass, then picked up a lampstand and smashed the glass.

Then he quickly stroked the spines of those neatly arranged books row by row with his hand, and when he touched one of them, he was instantly sucked into another world.Countless twisting silver lights enveloped him, as if he was stuffed into a dice cup, and then he was swayed crazily. After the swaying was over,

Tom Riddle steadied himself and opened his eyes.

He stood on a suspended terrace, in front of him was a registration desk, and beyond the terrace were countless towering bookshelves, those bookshelves seemed to grow from the depths of the earth, extending far away one after another, as if There seems to be no end in sight.

This is the real library at Hogwarts - the one that holds a million spellbooks.

He walked to the registration desk, where there was only one register, densely filled with the names of professors, followed by the names of one or several books.

Tom Riddle regretted not bringing his own broomstick.His eyes looked around the terrace, trying to find something unusual, or a place to break through.And then he found it—fifty feet away from him, a book suspended in a protective sphere of light, a book that had been deliberately protected.

The cover of that book is inlaid with a human finger bone—it must be the finger bone of some wizard. In the distant era, parchment was precious, let alone parchment suitable for making spell books. Everyone at that time This book is hand-copied, and the craftsman who finished the copying will cut off his own finger and inlay it on the cover of the book to show its preciousness and uniqueness.

Tom Riddle cast a Flying Charm on the book.Then, it took him almost 10 minutes to break the complicated protective spell.

Cutting-Edge Dark Arts Revealed

Tom Riddle stroked the thick cover of this ancient book, and opened it in awe, like opening Pandora's box.

……

When Riddle hurried back to the living room, he found that Daiyu was sleeping there with her head resting on the table, it seemed that she accidentally fell asleep while waiting for him.It was almost three o'clock in the morning.Riddle moved her to another adjacent bed with his wand, and found that there was a letter under her sleeve.Unopened, with a wax coat of arms printed on it, with a dead snake in the shape of an S on the coat of arms.It was the man's emblem, the crest of House Gaunt.

Riddle opened the envelope and put his hand in. However, he soon discovered that the envelope was not ordinary... After he stuffed most of his arm into the envelope, he finally took out a needle tube from inside, and A small snake wrapped around it.

At this time, the envelope suddenly flew up, folded several times in the air, and turned into a piece of paper full of words.

Tom Riddle took the paper and read through it.Then he burned the note without saying a word.The gray color slowly climbed up on his face, he looked as pale as a person who was being drawn blood.The needle was placed in front of him, and he stared at it, unable to tell whether it was a life-saving treasure for him and Dai or a weapon to send them to hell.

Three ten minutes ago, he got his wish and found what he was looking for in "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts".It recorded in detail how to split a person's soul and store it in different vessels.In this way, no matter how many times that person has been killed, as long as those vessels still exist, then this person can be resurrected through those vessels called horcruxes.

But there is only one way to split a soul - murder.

And that letter contained information about all the unicorns that haunted the Forbidden Forest that Morfin Gaunt had given him. Morfin made him a special needle so that he could draw blood from those beautiful and holy creatures. Blood, with those silver bloods to keep Dai alive.

At Hogwarts, even first-years know that drinking the blood of a unicorn, while prolonging life, brings the harshest of curses upon killing such a beautiful creature.

Murder humans, or murder unicorns.

That's all the road ahead of Tom Riddle.

The boy's eyes looked at Dai who was sleeping peacefully. She was wrapped in a velvet quilt, and her thin eyebrows stretched beautifully.

This girl doesn't know what will happen to her, she may still be embroidering her flowers, writing her poems in her sleep, or staying in her big garden in Jinling City, making her rouge.She may be playing with a group of beautiful oriental girls, living the life that oriental girls should have.

Stay safely in that Chinese landscape painting.

The only thing Tom Riddle can do is to block those filthy and evil things with his own body and keep them away from her.

But he couldn't make that decision—he couldn't let her murder someone, or let her drink the blood of a holy unicorn and be cursed from then on.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't make the decision.

But he couldn't let her die.

Because Tom Riddle knows that once she dies, there is nothing left, her soul will just dissipate, and she will never return to Jinling City, no garden, no poetry, no other people, once After she dies, she can only disappear into the darkness forever, and she will no longer be able to smile innocently like she usually does, make her lose her temper, or talk to him, and then hide secretly Keep those stupid thoughts from him.

He actually knows all about it.

He has to choose a road, no matter how evil it is, the end of that road leads to life, not death, he has to help her pave that road, no matter how many evil things are committed and how many innocent people are hurt His life—he doesn't care about other people's lives, he only wants to care about hers.

Because he seldom sees truly beautiful things, that kind—the kindness that can be seen through at a glance, does not come from stupidity, but from the persistence that remains after penetrating all kinds of people’s hearts—a kind of indescribable of beautiful things.

That's what Tom Riddle couldn't keep. He was carved into what he is now by the world's malice, but Dai didn't.Debbie is much weaker than him, and she has to deal with winks and gossips like him, but she is just aloof and aloof, sometimes her sensitivity can even make people hate her, but she has never changed her heart, and she is loved by the world. remodel.

But Tom Riddle knew the ending. She, who could not be transformed by this vicious world, was swallowed by the world in the end—and the only thing he could do, who was transformed by this vicious world, was to save her.

Tom Riddle stretched out his hand and gently touched the sleeping Daiyu's brow, then withdrew his hand and placed the needle under his pillow.

The needle tube exudes an imperceptible faint blue light.

That night, closing his sore eyes at the last second, Tom Riddle made a decision: He was going to let Day make the choice.

But he will only give her the same ending.

No matter what the road ahead is, Dai and him are already connected like two knots on a rope. "Life" can connect them without leaving, and "death" can only isolate them in this world. Both ends—but Tom Riddle, he took the rope, he waited for his girl to answer, and he came to tie the knot.

Just wait until dawn.