[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

When Tom Riddle returned from the small town of Hogsmeade in a carriage, he was constantly flipping through the translated Chinese novel in his hand.He flipped very fast, ten lines at a glance, and those obscure Chinese characters were much easier to understand after being translated into English, but for Tom Riddle, it was the oriental culture inside that made him at a loss, for example, those exquisite and unsightly ones Food - Is there really anyone in the world who puts so much effort into a few dishes?He has also heard a little about the particularity of the British aristocrats in food, but China has undoubtedly reached a strict level, which is more like a cutscene to show their status and toss the lower class, so he understands.

It turned out that Daiyu's parents left so early.Flipping through the pages, Tom Riddle seemed to understand why Daiyu was too mature for her age—it was really not easy for an orphaned child from outside to live in a noble manor.

Tom Riddle seems to understand the sentiment - very complicated.No one to trust, no one to rely on, no one to sue.

That's why this childish little girl is very fragile while pretending to be arrogant.

The most reserved, the most arrogant, in fact, the most vulnerable heart.

It seems that her life in that garden was not as good as he imagined, Tom Riddle sighed in his heart.

Unlike Daiyu, Tom Riddle has long since learned not to love anyone, or in other words, he has never learned who to love in the past.He was used to his solitude and gloom, to the geometrically dark sky cut out by the high walls of the orphanage.

Thanks to the factories and the trains, the sky was always foggy.

In the orphanage, Tom Riddle didn't even like the teaching nun, the fat old woman in her 60s would scream at him in her petticoat, telling him to stay away from her to avoid bad luck-in fact, little Tom was just She just wanted to remind her that the ties of her skirt were ripped apart.

The first time Tom Riddle made friends was with a little turquoise snake.

The little snake crawled over from the bottom of the wall, and Tom Riddle called out to it, "How old are you?"

The little snake spat out the letter, "Three days."

"Where are your parents?"

"do not know."

Then the little snake crawled over, coiled around him, rubbed against him with its tender, scaly skin, wrapped his arms around him, and shook his head, "Why are you so big?"

Little Tom Riddle laughed. "They also said I was the smallest in the orphanage."

But the scene was quickly interrupted by the screams of the children, who saw the scene from outside the door, and threw the bread and milk in their hands at the little snake--at Tom Riddle, and even a woman. The child was frightened and cried.Then the teaching mother came, screaming too, and ran to the orphanage handyman to catch the snake.So Tom quickly covered the little snake with his body, and the little snake spit at him and ran away.

From then on, Tom Riddle became the most annoying kid in the orphanage.

"He talks to snakes! He must be a demon." "He must have sent those snakes to bite us."

At the beginning, Tom Riddle always calmly faced the milk and hot soup that was poured on him intentionally or unintentionally. His friendship with the snake made him the object of provocation by all the older children in the orphanage to prove his ability.He was often bruised and swollen, and the nunnery did not notice it.

Later, those naughty children who bullied him always had inexplicable accidents, such as accidentally hitting a wall while walking, waking up in the middle of the night to find themselves surrounded by snakes and toads, or being pecked off by an owl that fell from the sky.

Later, there were no more people who bullied him.Nobody even dared or wanted to mention his name.The words Tom Riddle became an unspeakable spell, and he himself became an island among the children.

The ten-year-old child lives alone in a room, lives alone, and is taciturn. He originally had a pair of sky-blue eyes, but those eyes have become like a deep pool that cannot be turned over by waves.

Tom Riddle doesn't love anyone in this world, including his parents.He just wanted to find them, that was his long-cherished wish. As for finding them, he might immediately abandon them, tell them the hatred and resentment he had hidden in his heart for a long time, or say nothing, just sneer To leave them a back.

He has to do it, even if his parents apologize to him, even if his mother really has the same color eyes and hair as him.

Even if it was—they hugged themselves and gave him a home.

A - home?

Tom Riddle shook his head and continued to flip through the novel in his hand.He wanted to read it before going back, so that he could know Dai's final ending. He was very concerned about that——such a kind, sensitive and noble Dai, what kind of ending was it in the end?

After repaying her kindness, she turned back into the fairy grass and went back to the heaven in Chinese mythology, or she stayed in the human world, married and had a child with the former god servant named Jia.

Turning to the burial of flowers, Tom smiled—it was indeed something Diane could do.He imagined Dai holding a flower hoe to bury those poor flowers, wearing her beautiful gauze skirt and singing, that scene must be beautiful.

This is a very subtle feeling. He has seen Dai's life in a few hours. Her emotions, anger, anger, ignorance and everything are held in his hands at this moment, turning over page by page.What dresses she wore, what things she thought about, and what temper she lost, he understood them all in his heart, just like understanding those complicated and unpredictable spells, and those fragments of descriptions became little by little. The drama starring Dai floated up in his mind and turned into pictures, falling flowers, beside the running water, Dai with a little powder and clear eyes, he thought maybe he could finally understand the beauty of Chinese paintings—mostly the same as Dai It's the same, like a deep pool of fog and rain, which is different from the haze in London, and the fragrance of crabapples and roses may still be floating in the fog.

Dai was sitting in those pavilions, using her crisp voice, speaking some nice words that he didn't understand.

She later got a nickname in the book, called Concubine Xiaoxiang.Riddle didn't understand the word Xiaoxiang, but he read the notes and said it was the name of two beautiful rivers. He also said that a princess who loved to shed tears fell on the bamboo, and the bamboo was also stained with tears.

This is quite appropriate, whether it is said that Dai is like water in a river, or like a bamboo stained with tears.

She is exactly that.

But the more he turned back, the more Riddle felt that his blood was getting colder, just like the gradually darkening sky, as if it was gradually freezing—until he turned to that page, Riddle thought he had read it wrong , so he took a closer look—the word remained unchanged, telling him plainly: Dai died, and Dai died on the day of her beloved's wedding, in her small oriental pavilion and In the warm tent.Accompanied by several handmaidens - a rift opened in Riddle's frozen blood.

Dai died without even finishing her last words.

The description in the book is very bland, bland and even a little unfeeling, without any sensationalism, just a narrative, describing the death of this girl, just like a dead flower, like all the dead girls before, not even willing More words--but she's not any other girl!She is Dai!

"No..." Riddle raised the wand in his hand, waved it at the book, and all the words in the book were rearranged.

Then he turned the page again—the ending remained the same.So he cast that spell again, hoping to change the words in the book. All the previous plots were randomly tampered with by him. Her parents never died, and she never went to her grandmother's mansion—but on that page The ending still hasn't changed, she still died in her tent without finishing her last sentence.

"Do not."

Riddle said that just as he was about to raise his wand again, two hands clapped his head.

"Tom, Tom, it's time for you to get off the bus." The professor patted the top student on the head, "Everyone got off the bus, are you dumbfounded by reading?"

Tom Riddle raised his head. It turned out to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He quickly saluted politely and hurried out of the car with his book in his arms.

The professor stared at the elementary school student who lost his composure. In his memory, Tom was a steady and mature child. He had never seen such a flustered expression appear on his face. He probably learned some new spells. For children , which is always inconceivable.

"Day, I'm back," said Tom Riddle.

Daiyu pushed open the door and saw the young man walking in from the door.

"Have you been to the town you mentioned today?" Daiyu took the backpack from him and hung it on the shelf.

"Go." Riddle smiled at Daiyu.He controlled his expression so that the smile looked no different than when he knew nothing about it.

"Have you done what you set out to do?"

"It's done."

"Then you bought the book that wrote about me?" Daiyu turned her head and sat on the opposite bed, turned her head, and waited earnestly for the boy's answer.

Tom Riddle shook his head. "I didn't find it. Wizards forbid buying and selling Muggle books."

The ice-blue eyes under his eyelashes carefully watched Daiyu's expression, but found that she was not suspicious at all, just playing with the tassels hanging from the hairpin in her hair, and said, "I want to flip through the book by myself today, What do you think I saw?"

Tom Riddle raised his head and stared at the girl in front of him—"Tell me."

"I can't open that book, not a single page." Daiyu let go of the bright red glass beads in her hand, and the tassels dangled in her hair, like a ripe cherry.

Tom's heart moved, and he relaxed a little.

"You can watch something else, and I will take you with me in the future."

"Really?" Daiyu looked at him in surprise. "Great, staying in this place, I also feel very bored."

"Didn't you go out for a walk?"

Daiyu shook her head, "There are strangers outside, and you can't see me. If I go out for a walk, won't I really look like a ghost?" A charming smile appeared on her face.

They were talking, when suddenly there was a knock on the window outside the window - but the Slytherin students' dormitory was underground, and the lake was outside the window.

So Tom Riddle blocked Daiyu behind him, pointed to the bed, and let her slip through the green curtains, then raised his wand and approached the window.

Tom waved back the curtains. "Lumos!"

The deep black lake outside the window lit up, and dozens of small silver fishes were swimming outside the window, suddenly turning into a card pasted outside the window, with only three lines written on it.

To Tom Riddle in Slytherin:

Maybe you are looking for something, I hope you can meet me.

Your Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore