[HP]You're my cake

It started to melt.

【Are you going to find Harry? 】

【→YES→NO】

【→NO】

The man's sitting posture did not relax in the slightest.

He is a perfect sculpture born out of marble. If a peeper wants to watch this scene from a hole, the man should maintain a posture fixed by time, silently counting the drops of water under the indestructible coating.

It needs to be covered with a shadow by the hazy light, and the basement full of strange shadows should be used as a box to keep him.

The man's sitting posture was not in the slightest.

What breaks through this masterpiece that seems to have been static for thousands of years is the sound, the beat, and the agitation.

It was an accident that even the whispers in the shadows had to exclaim in admiration. Who would believe that there was a heart that was still bleeding under the cold and hard shell——but its owner did not Rather than being surprised by this, it is more like harboring extreme disgust.

A gesture for the continuation of life.

Distressed by the roiling emotions that come with every dance step where the heartbeat never stops.

This heart is beating, beating with the sound of water droplets.

In this cocoon filled with someone's breath, walked by someone's footsteps.

In this cage, in the center of this cage.

He was waiting for a moment, for someone.

If a man opens his eyes, his eyelashes hold up the inorganic light in a curled state like the weeds that grow wildly in the suburbs, the brilliance will naturally overflow and blindly rush around, trying to penetrate and fill the air of the whole room.Its source is clearly nothing more than a burning tungsten wire, but what wraps the tungsten wire is the glass bulb that the boy wiped carefully with his own hands.It seems that the boy can be seen raising his head, frowning and looking at the four corners of the ceiling covered with spider webs through a pair of lenses. He will sigh and suddenly turn his head to the left and then to the right, and relax his neck with two clicks, Then he raised his hands clutching the broom, apologetically but neatly destroying the spiders' home.

Moving down the floor along the wall, the boy squatted down expressionlessly to pick up bits and pieces of garbage and sundries, and the wide and thin hem of his clothes drew irregular arcs and accidentally scraped the ground that hadn't been cleaned in time.He ignored these mistakes and just put his head down and went about his work quietly.Under Tom's sight, in the line of sight above his neatly arranged books in the utility rack, he stood up with his back to the man, and then looked back at the man who was staring at him silently, leading him In this small basement, the rippling but silent green eyes glow slightly, and the body is as thin as a famine.And before the latter wanted to say something to this kind of him, he became transparent, melted into the air, and disappeared without a trace.

The last thing Tom's eyes pierced that light saw was the back door, which hadn't been opened until now.

All are placed where they should be, as they should be, except one.

“………………………………”

There was nothing to look forward to, and the day kept its dull and cold look forever.

Tom Riddle knew where the life-saving drugs were sitting intact, but of course he didn't do anything about it.His mind was so clear that he couldn't bring himself to carry out a drug heist that seemed too risky and thankless by any standards.It is too uneconomical to challenge the upper-level forces behind the entire witch's palace for a bargaining chip that is not too valuable. This is a game where one mistake makes all mistakes, and he must protect himself in time.

This is the ending, there is nothing to look forward to, the ending is already doomed.

It was simply the unstoppable thing, the unstoppable death.

The boy promised to keep this once small home in a clean and clean environment, just like an old cat leaving the owner's house without hesitation to find another resting place.Tom gave the cohabitant his final respect.Or he was fighting against feelings he didn't want to admit, and he "won" in the end.

“………………………………”

When Tom fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes, the statue in this room was too perfect to be real after being frozen, accompanied by the slightest announcement that it was finally reunited with the minutes and seconds, the fit The block castle collapsed, and the air began to flow again.The most disgusting day can already be left behind, a new day and a new year will come on the unknown road ahead, and then it will start again and again, the man will go to the next reincarnation, the next battle.

Tom stood up propped on the tabletop, walked towards the switch with infinitely calm steps, and pressed the switch to turn off the light with his knuckles.This is the unchangeable thing in life, this is the beginning of life without change, no matter how many passers-by you pass by, no matter who you decorate your residence after, no matter who you share a table of delicious food with.When the lights are turned off, it is the time of darkness erosion.

He stayed where he was in the dark, his tall and thin figure was like a strange peak standing in the wilderness where no one had set foot, making people daunting.Not long, but a second, in the darkness where the avalanche was moving unnoticed, Tom wanted to be back in his bed before dawn.

His steps were steady, and there seemed to be some sound echoing in his ears, not the lament of water droplets bursting, but some kind of footsteps that transcended time and space and got into every crack of every container in this basement at this moment. beat.One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, such a short distance---the pair of black jade-like eyes on the delicate face of the young boy didn't bring any warmth, he stared straight ahead at the heavy surrounding him Counting in the shadows, the steps are steady without a trace of hesitation, pacing back and forth in the old orphanage room whose simple decoration is no longer visible, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, such a short distance.With the wish to seal something forever, the closed door remains motionless, and every inch of the territory he has set foot on is full of joy and joy that he wants to curse----someone downstairs is celebrating his birthday , who is it?What is he doing again?The familiar melody is the congratulations of the thorns on the vines. They ignore the material barriers and penetrate the door panel. Under the boy's fierce stare, they grind and wind like poisonous snakes, and finally wrap around his young body.

【"Let's eat cake---------!"】

The protagonist of the party that I vaguely remember was later taken away by his adoptive family.

Tom rolled over to face the side of the wall.Today's bed has returned to the appropriate width at that time, and there is no other person's breath coming through the night, a perfect night.

A few days later, Tom left everything behind, closed the secret door for escape, and didn't give alms once to look back.Faint noises slapped on the inside of the door, he turned and sneaked into the shadows, and walked away cautiously.

The coldness of the darkness envelops the darkness instead, and the water drops fall quietly before they freeze, making the transparent sound sway far in the empty underground waterway.Such a world only contains the ravings of the living, and the water drops will play empty music.Concentrating on the unusual movement, Tom groped his way around the next corner.After a few steps, he stepped on his feet, and a strange feeling of contact traced back to the upper spine from the soles of his feet, which was enough to make the hair stand on end, the feeling of stepping into the mud of the swamp.

"-------------?!"

Unexpected variables.Tom took a step back and freed his left foot that was caught in the foreign object. After recovering, his nostrils were already filled with rancid breath. The man frowned and cursed the low luck in his heart.Unfortunately, however, he did not let go of his plan.Tom was covered in goosebumps, and a cold, unnaturally disgusting creature was climbing up his trouser legs, like a living piece of rotten meat with its maggots seeking a man's love .

Naturally, Tom wouldn't just let it continue to harass him like this. He swung his leg violently, and after the feeling of touch disappeared, he stepped on the ground hard in the darkness until he felt that the creature had been trampled and crushed by himself. underfoot.Taking a deep breath to calm down his unusual emotions, he carefully stepped across the god knows what kind of thing in front of him. Tom didn't give a single look back, and hurriedly fled to the tomorrow that only belonged to him.

Albus Dumbledore turned over the sign hanging on the front door, so that passers-by would know that the street's most acclaimed sweet shop was open for another day.The wind cannot penetrate the world separated by a wall of glass, because people have filled this small vat with sweet wishes before that, and only the melting golden light of the new rising sun makes this barrier invisible.It overlooks thousands of mansions, floods every street and alley like a rising tide when the earth wakes up from a dream, flies to the top of the building and burns flowers along the way, gently comforting the world, it is just a nightmare.

The blue eyes of the old man are not disturbed. He sits on the rocking chair in his exquisitely decorated and warm shop and looks at everyone passing by outside the window. It is the legendary fortress that will never fall and freezes time.

What broke it all was the bell that rang after the door was pushed open. The old man turned his head lazily: "Welcome----"

"Professor Dumbledore, hello."

The visitors are the long-lost two proud students who have been married for a long time-the Potter couple and their youngest daughter Rosalind.

Albus looked at the girl who opened her emerald eyes slightly shyly, but always smiled sweetly with the corners of her lips curled up. The biting cold air from the melting snow gushed out from the gap where the family of three pushed open the door before closing it. When he came in, he suddenly felt a little cold.

============ "TrueEnd--Woistderkuchen." ==============

The author has something to say:

There was supposed to be a dialogue, but I just can't get it out == and that's enough (probably...?)

So far, I will shake out the last related setting that I hid (o゜▽゜)o☆

The magic source of magicians ==== "Dora Hill"

According to the information provided by the comics, they are mysterious creatures (alien?)

They are creatures that replace the spinal cord of the magus, and are exposed after the magus is ejected or melted (crawling out of the mud and wanting to go back into the shackles). According to the current development of the comic story, they have one saying: "They are The body of the magician is the consciousness of the magicians." So---- Ron Okamoto has not filled in this hole until now in chapter 91, so this is the setting used in TE (I will read the new two chapters Besides ==

What?You ask what is the relationship between me and Wenli?What did Lao Fu step on?Ah la~ I really don't know~

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