[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

"Sit down."

Dumbledore pointed to the sofa.But Tom didn't move.The boy stood in place, looking at the old professor sitting at the desk - a head of brown hair mixed with a lot of silver and gray, carefully combed, but still very fluffy, he has a big aquiline nose, look It seemed that he had been interrupted at least twice, and he seemed to be a very indifferent old man.In fact, Dumbledore is indeed one of the best talkers among all the professors at Hogwarts. He will tirelessly repeat those complicated spells to students who don't understand, time and time again, and he will hold a big smile. Sitting on a bench with a pile of books to watch the students' activities, there are few students who don't like him - Tom Riddle is obviously one of them.

Tom Riddle didn't like Dumbledore.

Tom Riddle could see the shrewd eyes of the old man from behind the half-moon-shaped lens. They were blue and always squinted, as if they had nothing to do with the world, but when everyone relaxed their vigilance, those eyes His eyes were as sharp as knives, scraping through all the unusual places, and then the clues fell down like the dust on the wall.

Tom Riddle had met the old man's eyes several times in the crowd, and then moved away quickly and politely.

These two shrewd people know each other's unusual.

Tom Riddle is different from the innocent other students, just as Dumbledore is different from the other teachers who are doing nothing, only less attention is paid to the latter.From this perspective, Dumbledore is better than Tom Riddle. He can even hide his excellence, but Tom Riddle cannot.

Therefore, at this moment, Tom Riddle stood there with an expressionless face, just like he was in the orphanage three years ago, silently looking at this unknown professor, wondering how much he already knew about his affairs.

"Sit down, kid, I'm not trying to teach you a lesson."

The old professor put down what he was writing, stood up, walked over and patted Tom Riddle on the shoulder like a child.

"Are you looking for something?" The old professor turned around, poured two cups of hot tea from his porcelain teapot, and handed a cup to Tom Riddle.

So Tom took it, pretended to take a sip, and put it down again.

"Oh, boy, there's no poison in there." Dumbledore said to him with a smile, as if sensing his trick.

"I just don't like tea, please excuse my rudeness, Professor."

"So, what are you looking for?"

"How do you know?"

"Of course, my child, you are my student. The teacher's eyes are always on the students. For the safety of the school. But in fact, you don't have to be shy and answer, I may know what you are looking for." The old man shook Looking at the teacup in his hand, as if he wanted to see something from the tea leaves.

Tom Riddle's hands were slowly clasped together - his wand was in his right sleeve.

"Listen, boy, there's nothing to hide." Dumbledore put down his teacup and stared at Tom Riddle with his blue eyes. "What's wrong with a child who wants to find his parents?"

Tom Riddle froze.Feeling that a very tense string was suddenly loosened--so he went down the line: "I'm sorry, Professor, I do hope to find out about my parents, I mean, without drawing attention Next. But I have absolutely no malice towards the school's rules and regulations."

Tom Riddle even made his tone a bit hesitant on purpose. He doesn't often show this kind of embarrassment, but if this performance is useful, he will be happy to use it.For your own safety.

"Did you find anything?"

"Nothing at all."

This is true.The man offered him nothing but a photo of a young woman for a second.

"Riddle, listen to me. From the day I brought you to Hogwarts, I have understood your talent better than anyone in this school, and some of the mistakes you have made in the past. But I think those mistakes are irrelevant, our future is not determined by our past, nor our parents and birth, but our choices in this moment."

The brown-haired professor stared at him with those wise eyes, trying to see something from the young man's jade-like face. The young man's eyes were too cold.

"I'll make the right choice, Professor," Tom Riddle replied.

"Then let's talk about the library again." Dumbledore said suddenly, and then he took out a book from the drawer and put it in front of the boy.

He had never seen the cover of that book, but he already knew what it was, because there were several Chinese characters printed on the dark blue paper cover.He didn't need to translate, he also knew which three words it was - "Dream of Red Mansions".

Tom Riddle looked up in shock.

"Tom, you used an advanced forbidden spell in the library. I hope you can tell me from which teacher you learned that spell and why you used it." There was nothing in Dumbledore's eyes. child temperature.

"Professor, I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm watching you, Tom. As much as you think I don't care about you as much as anyone else, I don't—I don't want you to go the wrong way, boy. It's nothing but me now. I know, so I want to ask you in private."

Tom Riddle said nothing.

"Tom, if you insist on this, I'll have to send you to the headmaster's office—" Dumbledore frowned, and said seriously, "I don't want you to hide this from me, Summoning a monster without permission is a very serious mistake—”

While he was saying these words, the door of the Transfiguration Office suddenly slammed, as if countless hammers had hit it, but because there was no correct password, the door did not open.

Dumbledore turned his head and asked, "Who is outside?"

"It's me! Professor!" A muffled voice came from outside.

So Dumbledore opened the door, and a child as tall as him was standing outside the door—it was indeed a child, and the huge specially-made uniform proved his identity, but under the rosy cheeks that belonged to children, there was a smile on his face. A thick and terrible body.

It was the famous first-year freshman, Rubeus Hagrid who was said to be a giant-human wizard hybrid.

Tom Riddle was wondering, but Rubeus Hagrid came over and put down his wand sincerely: "I'm sorry, Professor, did I do it?"

"Oh, Hagrid, what are you talking about?"

"Professor Dumbledore, I asked Senior Tom Riddle to help me summon the monster." Rubeus Hagrid said with his head down.His chubby face was already flushed red.

Dumbledore turned to look at Tom Riddle, who was expressionless.

"Hagrid, I hope you haven't lied to me. If you did, you'll be punished very severely."

"I did not lie to you, Professor."

Hagrid went on to state: "You know, I really like the course of magical creatures, and I really want to see what the real monsters look like, but all my classmates told me that the lower grades are not allowed to study at school." Summoning monsters. So I asked senior Riddle, hoping that he would demonstrate for me. Senior Riddle was unwilling at first, but in the end he agreed to my request despite my request."

Hagrid blinked... "Professor, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was against school rules."

"Tom, is what Hagrid said true?"

Riddle nodded, "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't persuade Hagrid, so I had to make a summon, but luckily it didn't work."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the two students in front of him, and sighed, or rather relieved. "So... look at me, I'm so nervous." Then his brows and eyes widened, and he said in a reproachful but kind tone: "Hagrid, when you pass your grades, there are tons and tons of magical creatures I will wait for you, and I won’t be able to do this next time.”

The little half-giant nodded.

"And you, Tom, it is very dangerous to use forbidden spells. Of course I know that you have been secretly studying higher magic, but I only regard it as your love of magic. Don't make any trouble gone."

"There won't be a next time, Professor." Riddle nodded, knowing in his heart that he would not have any serious punishment.

Sure enough, Dumbledore said, "It's a first offence, and there is no real success. I won't tell the dean of your college. Go back, children. But if there is a next time, I will buckle up for your respective colleges." Twenty points."

Riddle and Hagrid saluted Dumbledore and walked out of the office.

The moment the office door closed behind him, Riddle turned his head and asked Hagrid who was following him with a smile on his face, "Who are you?"

"Senior Riddle, my name is Rubeus Hagrid! I'm a freshman in the first year of Gryffindor...I'm your big fan! You really..."

"How do you know about this." Tom Riddle had to interrupt his huge junior who started dancing.

"We—we're watching you."

"you?"

"Your supporters—the Tom Riddle fan group, so to speak. It was established by a sophomore schoolgirl. Don't you know, you are famous among the lower grades, and some even regard you as an idol, they It is said that you can even summon monsters, so it is true... there are almost sixteen of us! Speaking of which, did you really fail?"

"Why did you help me?" Tom Riddle didn't answer Hagrid's question, he was more concerned about this.

The question held Hagrid back, and he froze for three seconds before saying, "Because we like you, of course!"

He didn't notice Tom Riddle's eyes, and continued on his own:

"Actually, when we saw you being called by Dumbledore, we knew that something was wrong, so we decided to save you. However, can we stay at the scene when the monster is summoned next time? We will definitely keep it a secret!"

"Thank you." Tom Riddle raised his hand and patted Hagrid's shoulder, gave him a smile, and then turned away from this junior who was full of innocence.Rubeus Hagrid froze.

Tom Riddle also knew that he had supporters in school before, but he didn't expect to have reached this level, and these—children, naive and kind-hearted, his intuition told Tom Riddle that he had to stay away from innocent and kind people, he had to Get away from yourself for them.

Perhaps the loneliness at the beginning was only due to the isolation and bullying of others, but in the end, it was Tom Riddle's own choice.

Tom Riddle seldom saw the kindness in this world, so even if Hagrid showed enthusiasm for him and helped him at this moment, he still couldn't convince himself to trust him wholeheartedly, or those children—let alone put They became friends.Riddle has always been a bit disgusted with the word "friends". Those ordinary wizards who hang shoulder to shoulder in every corner of the school, drag each other down and entangle each other, spend time quarreling and reconciling, doing good or bad things together - they don't care. This thing is called friendship.

Thanks to his premature wizarding ancestry, Riddle never had this—friendship, kinship, love, anything like that.

It's funny, but Riddle's way of showing kindness to people is to stay away from them.

Except Dai.

Because Dai has nothing but him in this world.

Riddle recalls why Dee was so different from others—maybe because her loneliness was just like his, maybe because she broke him with tears before he had time to think, or because Dee was his experimenter. The product of failure, for which he must be held accountable.For the first time in his life, Tom Riddle felt needed by something, and he was also a needed person.

Without him, Dai would not be able to survive in this strange world.

And Dai has a pair of slender eyebrows, and beautiful eyes with slightly upturned ends.Those eyes like to hang down, when Riddle saw Dai for the first time, those eyes glanced around in panic, tears were all over his face.

For some reason, Tom Riddle felt that the tears came too early—like, she didn't cry out of fright, she came into this world with tears.

Tom Riddle returned to the classroom, took out the "Dream of Red Mansions" cover from a pile of books, and put it on his desk.Lightly said to the book: "Dai, I'm back."

Then Princess Palm walked out of the book and looked at him worriedly, "What's the matter? You haven't been punished, have you?"

Tom Riddle shook his head. "Someone helped me."

"Who is it?"

Tom shook the quill at Daiyu—as if attracting a kitten, and said with a smile, "People who like me."

"Girl?" Daiyu glanced at him sideways and sat on his pencil case.

"No, a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children."

"If it's in Jinling, at your age, you should get married in two or three years." Daiyu suddenly wanted to tease the young man, "The person who likes you is still young, but where is the person you like? Is he young or not?"

"The one I like is smaller." Tom Riddle looked at Daiyu and laughed.

"Smaller?" Daiyu, stunned by this answer, opened her eyes wide in surprise... After two or three seconds, she suddenly realized something, her face turned red instantly, and she pushed Tom Riddle's finger hard. ——Of course, there is really no lethality for the latter, it seems to be a joke.

Then she dropped a "huh." and got into the book.

Because of this rude joke, Princess Palm hid in the book for the whole morning and never appeared again, but thanks to her, Tom Riddle's mood was much better.

For the next two months, Tom Riddle and Daiyu stayed together like this. He took her with him during class and took her around after class. He already regarded this little girl as part of his life. , just like his daily life of learning magic and searching for secret rooms.

He even learned a few words of very non-standard Jinling dialect. According to Dai, the key was wrong, but the pronunciation was still standard.Dai taught him those Chinese verses, and he looked at those bible-like things and wondered whether they were more difficult to understand than Shakespeare's sonnets.

"Lianchun is so angry that it suddenly goes away, and there is no word to go or not to hear it. Last night, a sad song was sung outside the court. I knew it was the spirit of flowers and birds."

Dai explained to him that the meaning of the verse is that a person likes the sudden arrival of spring, but is annoyed by its sudden departure, and complains that it comes and goes without a sound.I heard the sound of rain outside the window last night, so I knew in my heart that it was the souls of falling flowers and flying birds singing mournfully.

Riddle imagined that scene, and always felt that he had heard these sentences somewhere, and felt that the person who wrote this poem was really overly sensitive.

It often rains in England and the air is always gray. If the person who wrote this poem grew up in England, maybe it would not be so sad.

But he had to admit, it was still beautiful.

It seemed to be a sentence made up for Dai.

She must be the kind of person who would suspect the cry of flowers and birds when she heard the rain.

He also took Dai to the flower tree he found in the Forbidden Forest. Those white flowers bloomed quietly on the branches, just like an ordinary pear flower—if it wasn’t for those flowers that could fly and bite people, it would be There is no difference with pear blossom.

The boy and the girl stood in front of the tree, and Daiyu stood beside him. Riddle noticed that her eyes were almost shining.

"You can't go in." Tom Riddle said to Daiyu, seeing the disappointed look in the latter's eyes, he couldn't bear it, "You can go in after I pick off their stamens." He was about to wave his wand— - "No." Daiyu grabbed his arm and put it down.

"Just take a look, how can you be willing to kill them?"

"This kind of flower is considered evil by the professor because it can bite people, but I think the flowers here are much more beautiful than those weird things in the potions class greenhouse."

Daiyu covered her mouth with her sleeve and giggled, "The flowers in your Potions class flower room all look like radishes, and some have a dog's face and bark strangely. The flower fairy is going to blush." ​​After speaking, the two laughed together, and suddenly Tom Riddle stopped and asked her,

"What kind of flowers do you like?"

"I like Furong the most—there is also a name, Jushuanghua."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tom Riddle raised her hand, spread it out, waved his wand, and a small pink flower began to grow rapidly in Daiyu's palm, bloomed, and stayed for that moment.

With another wave, another flower grew in her hair.

With another wave, the hibiscus flower slowly grew up on her skirt, as beautiful as an invisible embroiderer who is quickly weaving through needles and threads.

With another wave, thousands of pink and white hibiscus flowers grew out of the light emitted by the purple wood wand, circling around them like a galaxy, spinning rapidly to surround them.

Daiyu opened her eyes wide in surprise, looking around at the light-colored flowers dancing like butterflies, she was about to shed tears, she opened her mouth to say something, but she finally stopped.

The two of them didn't say anything until the beautiful flowers slowly stopped spinning and fell down one after another.It was like a miniature meteor shower falling around them.

When leaving, Daiyu held Riddle's sleeve, and she pulled his sleeve to a safe distance.This is what Riddle asked—"Because the Forbidden Forest is dangerous," he said, "I don't want you to disappear halfway."

Daiyu turned her head and glanced at the fallen hibiscus flowers reluctantly—but found that there was nothing left on the place where they stood before except the fallen leaves of the Forbidden Forest, not even footprints.

Unexpectedly, these two people accompanied each other, and even began to get used to such a life.

Until one day Daiyu coughed up blood in front of him.

It was an ordinary night. They were sitting at the desk in the living room. Tom Riddle was looking up the magic book and writing in his diary. Daiyu was reading a historical book about goblins to amuse herself. The quill pen writes Chinese characters.

The table is full of her poems written in Chinese characters.

Dai looked at it, and suddenly coughed. At first, Riddle thought it was Daiyu's usual weak body. She was so weak that she often coughed a few times. Even a slightly colder wind would cause a minor illness. For this reason, he specially prepared her a magic potion.

But this time, the cough intensified, as if it was about to shake her whole body. He looked at Dai with concern, and Dai stood up, waved to him, indicating that she was fine, and then covered her mouth—the blood It flowed out from between her fingers, seeped through her clothes, and dripped onto the poems on the table.Tom held out his hand--the warm blood stained his hand--real blood.

Then, she fell on her back, like a fallen flower.

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This chapter has more than 6000 words, so let’s just update it~ hehehe