[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

Midnight, the Forbidden Forest.

Tom Riddle leaned against a white unicorn, panting.The beautiful silver creature was still breathing, but its eyes were closed.

Tom Riddle put a sleeping spell on it, which took a lot of effort.It would have been easier to kill it, but Riddle didn't want to.It's not that he's such a good student of magical animals - in fact, drawing blood from unicorns is also cursed, he just doesn't want to waste it.

He didn't want to kill all the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest before Dai was out of danger. To be safe, he had to keep them safe—preferably, find more than one unicorn, mark it, and use it to sleep. Spell subdue them, and then take turns to draw blood from them.

If you are optimistic, maybe in the end, you can not even kill a unicorn.

As for the curse brought by those beautiful blood, everything is not important based on the premise of life.

Being alive is everything.

Tom was exhausted, and when he felt his strength come back, he took the needle out of his hand, and inserted it into the Unicorn's neck, which he had learned from the Medicine of the Winged Horse, for In the maintenance guide for breeders of magical animals, he found the blood vessels of unicorns by analogy—just a mistake.

The unicorn's blood is a silvery, warm liquid that shimmers like mercury, and is like liquid metal in the needle.Staring at the metal, imagining how the stuff would go down Di's throat, Tom's memory flashed back to that noon three days ago.

He came back from the classroom with the words he had organized - it took him almost an entire Potions class, and he was stirring the boiling liquid in the cauldron, thinking about what to do in his head. The girl asked the cruel question.

"Are you going to murder people and cut your own soul to pieces, or are you going to drink the cursed blood and linger on to stay alive?"

Tom Riddle could easily dress these sentences up nicely, but, in fact, he didn't think he could tell De any of the truth, and he didn't know which one Dee would choose, and really, which option was right for her. Words are too cruel.

How can there be a pure soul in this world?

So, it turns those cruel sentences into this, smeared story:

"Hey Dai, I'm back."

Dai was sitting at the table flipping through her book, a lamp hung beside her to illuminate her, when she heard Tom Riddle's words, she put down the book and got up to pour him a glass of water.

"What, who provoked you again?" Dai asked with concern, because Riddle's expression was not very good.

"No, I just heard a story today."

"What kind of story?"

"The teacher in the divination class said, would you like to listen to it?"

"Just say what you want, Del," said Day.

So Tom Riddle leaned against the bedpost and began to tell the story.

"At the end of the world, in the kingdom of winter, there lives a giant dragon made of ice and snow. The dragon has lived in the snow-covered winter kingdom for 1000 years, but it has never waited for the arrival of spring. The dragon's favorite place is His lair is made of solid ice, extremely sharp and extremely cold."

"Strange, aren't all the dragons here breathing fire? How can they live in the ice?"

"Yes, the dragon can spew the greatest flames, but he doesn't like that. Because the flames he spews are enough to burn this winter kingdom and melt all the ice and snow, and if he does, many will die and he would lose his home forever—it only takes a few minutes for the snow to melt, but it takes an unknown amount of time for the snow to freeze. So there's no need for him to do this."

Riddle looked at Dai, who was staring at him seriously, expecting what to say, so he continued.

"One day, the dragon got a rose—it was brought by a dragon slaying warrior. He was a kind and stupid person. He thought that the dragon in the winter kingdom would guard some legendary princess, so He used a stove and a warm box to grow a rose, hoping to win the favor of the princess. In the kingdom of warriors, the rose symbolizes love."

Dai's eyes blinked, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, because in the Western story routines she has learned these days, dragons generally do not end well.

"The warrior died under the claws of the dragon, but the rose stayed. It was watered by the blood of the warrior, so it gained longer vitality. It is so beautiful, blood red, like a beating heart, gorgeous, like a real heart Burning fire. The rose reminds the dragon, but he also spouts the hottest fire.

But the good times don't last long, the Kingdom of Winter is too cold, too cold, too cold, the human hearth and the blood of warriors can't protect this rose for long - this rose will soon become extremely weak and will soon wither up.As the rose withered day by day, the dragon felt that his heart was about to be broken, and he was about to return to the lonely time, curled up in the thousand-year-like cold.

Finally, he figured out a way. "

Tom Riddle stopped her narration, Dai looked at him, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, her eyes lowered—"Is he going to kill someone?"

"Yes, the dragon can slowly capture the humans from the Kingdom of Winter, and use their blood and warm bodies to ensure the nutrition of the roses day after day, but every day, after their blood is exhausted, the corpses will die. It was cold, so the blood could only flow continuously.

The dragon can also spew flames, melt the kingdom of winter, use the melted water to irrigate a piece of fertile soil for roses, use the corpses of drowned civilians as fertilizer, and use his sharp claws to entrenched in the snow-melted city to guard the plant. Rose. "

Dai seemed to be startled by the bloody smell in this fairy tale, she raised her head and asked,

"Dell, I don't understand—why do dragons value a flower so much? It's not the last rose in the world."

"Yes, this is not the last rose in the world, but it is his only rose." Riddle said lightly.

"After that? What did the dragon choose?"

"The dragon didn't know how to make this choice, so he asked the rose plant, roses, roses, how should I choose, I will extend a little life for you every day, or use the evil , to let you live thoroughly. ——Dai, guess, which kind of roses do you choose?"

Tom Riddle suddenly raised his head and asked Dai, his eyes came quickly, dark blue, with an unquestionable tone of course, this is not a rhetorical question.Tom Riddle has used this trick many times to get words out of other people's mouths. Generally, unsuspecting people will subconsciously express their inner thoughts.

This trick is also applicable to Dai, she was stunned, and quickly answered the question without any hesitation, she looked into Tom Riddle's eyes, and then the eyes spread to other places,

"How can there be a choice for this flower?"

Her tone was very sincere, unguarded, still immersed in the story.Riddle was startled, he didn't expect this answer, the girl in front of him didn't notice his strangeness, and then explained to the boy seriously, "Actually, he didn't give Rose any choice. What if Rose didn't want to? "

"what do you mean……"

"Perhaps Rose doesn't want to stay with him? Besides, so many people's lives have been killed." Dai's tone was almost sad, "The dragon doesn't really care what the flower thinks, he just wants to keep the flower. In order to keep Planting this flower, killing innocent people, melting the ice and snow of a whole country, but that's just his own business, what does it have to do with flowers?"

It was as if something tiny had exploded in the air.Those tiny little explosions made Riddle almost wonder if they were really there—did Di just say he didn't choose the flower?Yes, Dai said, and she was telling the truth. Tom Riddle found that in this story, the one who needs to make a choice has always been the dragon.

The flowers between the dragon's claws can't control anything, he refused to admit it, but Dai pointed it out so unscrupulously.

"Yeah, that's right." Tom Riddle nodded, with an inexplicable and inappropriate smile on the corner of his mouth, "Yes, he just wants to keep what he loves for himself."

Love—maybe it's a bit too much to say, love should be, two-sided, and his is just protective and possessive, and that's what he does for himself, not for her.He desperately wanted to keep her life but for himself, because the white snow in the winter kingdom was too monotonous, and he needed something red, like the ripe cherry dangling in her hair, the tassel hanging pendant, like a rose.

Tom Riddle nodded, stretched out his hand, and touched Daiyu's hair a little boldly, which was unbelievable in normal times.Dai was stunned in place, her face turned red from being surprised by the unexpected closeness.But when she didn't say anything, the face of the boy in front of him suddenly darkened, and then, he lost the mask-like smile on his face, as if he was offended by something.Before Dai had time to see the overly sudden emotion hidden in those blue eyes, he had already turned and left. The door slammed loudly, and the old door frames were closed with a bang, leaving Daiyu looked astonished.

Why did he suddenly lose his temper?

Daiyu looked at the closed door, raised her hand to her lips, only to realize that her hand was trembling slightly, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, sat back at her desk, picked up the book, Riddle What's going on here?

The book was left behind by the girl, and she knew she couldn't read anything, and her grievances flooded like a tide.

And Riddle had already realized what was wrong with him the moment he walked out the door, his anger was inexplicable, illogical, rude, and uncomfortable.

Is it just because Dai told the truth that he became so sullen? This is not something that his habits and character can do.But those nameless anger suddenly arose in his heart, entangled, and made his face start to burn.

This time, Riddle didn't suppress himself, he let his strange and unfamiliar anger go, which was a rare thing for him.

She broke the deadlock so easily, using the method he expected and the last thing he wanted to see-she didn't choose either method, she chose to question, and asked the dragon, "Where is this flower?" Is there a choice?"

Yes, no, the flower must live.

"But that's just his own business. What does it have to do with flowers?"

Yes, all this is just Tom Riddle's wishful thinking, helping her kill unicorns, or making Horcruxes, and then let her murder others, one can keep her alive temporarily, and the other can make her live forever, but none of this She hoped that all of this was decided unilaterally by herself. He wanted to keep this beautiful life in his own life, instead of watching her leave in a few years. He didn't want to see this.This feeling of not wanting to lose, being afraid of losing, this kind of fear and panic that has been lurking in his heart, has been secretly breeding one day, turning him into another person. Why is he afraid of this?Afraid of losing, even risking murder to keep her, because he is a person who has nothing but her, no parents, no family, no property, no place to go back to during summer vacation, Dumbledore is not even willing He stayed at school for Christmas.He has nothing but the well-worn spells and innate talent for magic, a messy past, uncertain parents, and being involved in a disgusting big conspiracy-but these can Does it count as owning?

He originally thought that he had owned Dai at a certain moment, maybe it was when she looked at the petals in the flower rain with surprise on her face, or maybe it was when she was getting smaller and sneaked away from his pen. When the textbook was up, maybe when he rescued her from those idiots, he thought he owned her, just like owning a toy and a relative.

But in fact—"What does this have to do with flowers?"

All of this was just his unilateral plan, and he planned it secretly. Dai was only close to him, but never belonged to him.He thought he had it, so he wouldn't be afraid of her leaving voluntarily, but in fact, she had a choice, she could choose to leave him, she could choose to die innocently.It's just that this choice was concealed by him, and he deprived this option——

In order to keep her from leaving him, he just wanted to imprison the girl who was supposed to die by his side in a disguised form. It would be better for one more day, one more year, and a lifetime would be best.

Because he fell in love with her.

And it was the most selfish kind, he hoped that she would live on forever, be with him, be healthy, not leave suddenly, be together like this without saying goodbye to each other.

Because he fell in love with her.

Tom Riddle didn't stop his footsteps, he just walked straight to the library faster.

The young man's face was flushed red, as if he was having a fever, and the colored temperature also burned his eyes red. The curly black hair on his head undulated slightly with his steps, and the short black wizard robe Floating in the corridors of the ancient castle, the green embroidered coat of arms is embellished on his chest, and the silver snake on it coils quietly, just like the little snake in his heart.

Three nights later, the boy hunted his first unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.

When he put the small glass jar in front of Dai the next day, the latter was uneasy because of his sudden anger that day-of course, Dai showed a look of anger, but Riddle could easily Seeing her disguise, he is very good at this, so he softened his tone.

"Want to know what this is?" He pointed with his wand to the small transparent jar, which was filled with silvery liquid.

Dai sat aside and ignored him.

So he picked up the jar and walked up to Dai, like waving a ball of yarn in front of a kitten, "Want to see it?"

Dai Leng snorted, turned her head, and still ignored him.

"Let's make a bet, if you guess what's in this, I'll drink this, okay?"

Dai still didn't speak.

"If you guess wrong, or if you don't speak, then you drink." Tom Riddle taught.

"What do I want to drink?" Dai finally couldn't help but speak, her brows and eyes full of grievances.

For three whole days, from the day the door was slammed, Tom Riddle left early and returned late, and only talked to her once or twice a day, and refused to take her to other places in the school.

"Dai, the time for your transformation spell is coming, you don't want to become a villain anymore, do you?" Tom Riddle gently threatened the girl in front of him, which actually aroused even greater anger and protest from the latter.The way of protest was that she turned her body to the opposite direction from him, which meant that she refused to look him in the eye.

Tom Riddle was not a reckless kid, and he was not in a hurry, so he shook his head with a smile, put the small glass jar on the table, and picked up a quill pen to write in his diary.He wrote very intently, without even looking at Daiyu. After writing two pages, there was a faint sound like a balloon exploding in the air.

So Tom Riddle paused, smiled, and continued writing in his diary.

But to his surprise, there was no cry for help. After 3 minutes, no, 10 minutes later, no, 10 minutes later, no.

After 20 minutes and 19 seconds of No. [-], Tom Riddle finally couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at the place where the girl was sitting, only to see that she was still sitting on the chair, who was only a few inches tall, making no sound. He said nothing, his back was facing him, and his thin and small shoulders were trembling slightly.

Cried.

Tom Riddle was a little scared that he would be punished for failing to play a prank, so he hurried over.

"What did you come to see me for?" The girl was already crying, and Tom Riddle quickly showed a guilty expression to show his repentance, but this repentance was not forgiven by the girl and himself, and he began to reflect on himself It is indeed too much.

"Riddle, who do you think I am? How could you threaten me like this."

The girl wiped her tears angrily, and asked her angrily - because her stature was a little exaggerated, this anger did not fully achieve its effect, but instead only made the black-haired boy want to treat her even more Showing a slightly silly smile—of course, Tom Riddle would never smile like that. The moment he noticed that the corners of his mouth began to rise, he immediately restrained that expression, and solemnly apologized to the lady in front of him.

An apology from Tom Riddle is not easy to come by.

"I'm not trying to tease you, really."

The girl swung his sleeve away with his fingers.

"Look..." Tom Riddle held up the small bottle, "I asked a friend of mine to dispense this medicine for you. It's not easy to meet him, so I've been very busy these days."

Daiyu turned her head and looked at him blankly with tears on her face.

"The potions I prepared for you before are all child's play, not good enough, but this one can make your body get better gradually—maybe you won't get sick so easily in the future." Tom Riddle seemed to be The businessman who sells his secret recipe usually introduces this magical little bottle filled with silver liquid to the girl in front of him.Then, he uncorked the bottle and handed it to the girl.

Daiyu's anger had already dissipated. At this moment, she just looked at the glass bottle in front of her, wanting to cry, but Tom Riddle did nothing, just looked at her quietly, with expectation in his eyes.So she had no choice but to raise her head and said aggrievedly - "This bottle is too big."

Tom Riddle smiled annoyedly, "Look, Di, I forgot, I'm sorry." He took out his wand and said a spell to grow bigger.

After a "bang", the enlarged Dai appeared less than ten centimeters away from Tom Riddle. The eyelashes of her eyes trembled, and she stared at Riddle. Immediately, the faces of both of them turned red.

"Drink your medicine." Tom Riddle walked towards his diary as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm." Dai covered her face with her sleeve, and began to sip the unpalatable liquid in the bottle—she didn't suspect any ingredients in it, because it was given to her by Riddle.He was the only person she trusted in this strange world.

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