[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

Shen Yanzhou's eyes stayed on the last three letters for a long time, and his brain went blank for a moment.

Charles was the only person in the world who knew his secret completely, so the meaning of this warning from him couldn't be more obvious.

Shen Yanzhou put down the smart terminal and looked at a large pile of painting materials on the table.

He finally understood.

If he really came, then everything would make sense.

The Dark Mark that suddenly appeared on the arm, the feeling of being tracked but can’t find the trace all the time, the detectives who have been emptied of all their memories, and these very carefully selected painting materials that are very familiar with his color preference .

Also, according to the information told by Tian Yanbi, the cause of the turbulence of time and space is the world he is in now.

Everything is because the person who caused the space-time disorder is by his side.

Hidden in a corner he couldn't see, a place that even spells couldn't search.

It is impossible for the spell to fail to find people. Since Tom Riddle cannot be found, there is only one possibility left——

Shen Yanzhou stood for a long time before recovering from the state of stiffness all over his body.The second he regained the intuition of his legs, he immediately rushed to Caliban's study room, pulled out the books on the bookshelf one by one, and carefully examined them one by one.

This is not, this is not, this is not...

He repeated the same motion almost numbly, pulling out the book, looking at the cover, and then stuffing it back, one book after another.In the end, he could hardly control his irritability and frustration, and he threw every book with a black cover on the ground and piled them up in a mess.

Caliban's study room is not particularly large, but it also stores thousands of books and various materials. Shen Yanzhou didn't know how long he had been flipping through it. He felt that he couldn't think, and even the smart terminal that was thrown aside kept talking. The ground flickered without attracting his attention.

His mind was full of what happened when he was at Hogwarts, because of that diary, Voldemort had been hiding beside him for so many years without realizing it.

He hated the feeling of being watched by eyes hidden in the shadows.

When he finally pulled out the last book, he looked at the thick brick-like book in his hand and closed his eyes wearily.

Sure enough, he was still wrong. With Voldemort's personality, it was impossible for him to use the same hiding method a second time.

A nameless anger suddenly rose from his chest. It was not enough to treat him like that at Hogwarts, but he had to chase him into this world, disturb the order of time and space, and make him fall short at the last moment when he returned home.

He asked himself that apart from destroying one of his horcruxes without knowing it, he had never done anything sorry for him. Isn't one life enough to repay him?

Anger made him short of breath, he threw the book in his hand to the pile of books on the ground, the collision made the dust on the floor float up, and under the sunlight coming in through the small window, it was scattered randomly in the air. flying.The original pile of books also lost their balance due to the sudden collision. A book landed at Shen Yanzhou's feet, and the pages flipped open, as if blown by a gust of wind.

"I know you're nearby." He watched the book fall to the ground with a blank expression on his face, but there was unconcealable anger and puzzlement in his tone. "I know you hate me, if you want to kill me, come out, don't hide!"

The entire room was silent, only the dust was still floating and falling.

Shen Yanzhou stood there and waited for a long, long time, but no one showed up.He squatted down slumped, picked up the book from the ground, and looked at the lines of small words on the book——

"He has withered my flesh, he has broken my bones. He has made me dwell in a dark place, like a man long dead. He has fenced me in so that I cannot go out. He has made my chains of brass heavy. I cry out for help, and he prevents my prayer from going up. He blocks my way with hewn stones. He makes my paths crooked. He lays in wait like a bear, like a lion in his hiding place. He turns me from the right way, I have torn me apart, I have been desolate... I have become a mockery to all the people, and they make me their song all day long."

- Bible, Old Testament, Lamentations.

Shen Yanzhou looked at the words and sentences line by line, and the anger that had been extinguished in the dead silence was ignited again.He thought of his last year at Hogwarts, the year he had lived in the Dark Lord's shadow.But now, he just picked up a book at random and turned a page at random, and such words and sentences would appear.

It was like mocking him, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.

The "Bible" was lifted by him, and he wanted to smash it back into the pile of books again to vent his anger that he had nowhere to vent.But this time, his wrist was grabbed by another hand.

There was no warmth on that hand, it was as cold as if it had just come out of a snowstorm, just touching it could make people feel that the whole arm was as cold as if it had been immersed in ice water.Obviously the strength was so great that Shen Yanzhou's arm could not move, but he was extra careful and gentle.

Shen Yanzhou froze, he didn't look back, but he already knew who was standing behind him.

The "Bible" in his hand was taken away, and then replaced with a thinner book, which was gently stuffed into his hand.

Shen Yanzhou subconsciously grabbed the thinner book, and then the cold hand let go of his wrist.

Shen Yanzhou looked at the book in his hand, the black cover, the bronzing lettering on the cover, the familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

The book that had been with him for ten years.

Horcruxes, Tom Riddle's Diary.

He turned around, and his eyes met a pair of dark eyes, which were different from the eyes of the Dark Lord in his memory, without the usual gloomy, mocking, dark, cold, and nothing that made people feel extremely uncomfortable There is only a bit of sadness and a little comfort in the long-awaited reunion, and even cautious avoidance.

He stood about five steps away from Shen Yanzhou, keeping a distance like a stranger.

The two stood relatively speechless, and neither of them spoke first. After just a few seconds, Shen Yanzhou suddenly smiled mockingly: "Finally willing to show up?"

He himself felt a little unbelievable. When he saw this person, he completely discarded those subconscious fears, and all that was left was anger.Probably he finally understood that in front of this person who doesn't know what pity and kindness are at all, the fear of the weak can only make him more excited.

Voldemort was still looking at Shen Yanzhou's face, standing there without any reaction, without saying anything, his eyes were full of emotions that Shen Yanzhou could not understand.

"So what do you want to do after you come here?" Shen Yanzhou continued. "You don't even feel relieved when I die, do you have to kill me a second time with your own hands?"

Voldemort finally responded when he said "death", the sadness in his eyes deepened, but he still said nothing.

"Speak." Shen Yanzhou raised his voice a little.

Voldemort remained silent.

Shen Yanzhou stood in this dead silence for a long time, lowered his head and opened the diary, looked at the sketches one after another on the diary, until at the back, he saw his own portrait in this world.

The way he was sitting on the sofa watching TV, the way he was walking on the streets of Queens, the way he was looking for drinks at the bar...

The more he looked at it, the more angry Shen Yanzhou felt.

Why on earth would he do this?What the hell was the point of following him, watching him in the dark, and drawing him in this diary?In the past, Shen Yanzhou might have had other ideas, but now he only thinks that this is Voldemort's record showing off his overwhelming victory.And this behavior of sending the diary to him is more like a mockery.

Thinking of this, he raised his head to look at Voldemort, and slammed the diary in his hand towards him.

Voldemort didn't dodge, the book hit him on the forehead, and the force of the impact forced him to take a slight step backward.

The diary fell to the ground with a heavy crash.

After a silent silence, Voldemort bent down slowly and picked up the diary from the ground.His movements were slow and stiff, as if his soul was floating outside his body.

All the while, he didn't say a word.

Shen Yanzhou watched him finish all this, and he couldn't help feeling a little confused.

It's not like him.

The Voldemort he remembered was not like this.

The Dark Lord he remembered would have been furious after being so offended.With Voldemort's cruel and cruel character, it is not surprising at all to take out his wand and give him Avada Kedavra.

But now he is abnormally calm.

Shen Yanzhou frowned. Did this guy have any other intentions besides killing him?

In this almost suffocating silence, Voldemort suddenly spoke.

He raised his head, moved his eyes from the diary to Shen Yanzhou's face, and said softly:

"sorry."

Shen Yanzhou was slightly taken aback, he never thought that the first thing the Dark Lord would say would be an apology.

"I didn't come to kill you, I..." Voldemort paused obviously when he said the word "kill", his voice was a little dry.

"I'm not the one you should say I'm sorry the most." Shen Yanzhou interrupted him directly, and said with a blank face.

Voldemort sighed softly.

Yes, Shen Yanzhou hated him so much not only because he had hurt him.He has killed so many people, so many innocent people died under his magic wand, and they were swallowed by green light before they could even make a scream. These are nothing more than ordinary things to Voldemort, but to Shen Yanzhou But it is an unforgivable sin.This is the fundamental reason why there is no future between them.

"...Since you can cross planes, you should understand the rules of time and space very well." Shen Yanzhou said. "Although I don't know how you did it, but because of your existence, time and space have become turbulent. You must return to the original plane."

Voldemort shook his head slightly: "I can't go back."

There was only one one-way ticket for this desperate trip. When he chose to use the turbulence of time and space to come to this plane, he completely gave up the chance to go back.In the new plane, once he teleports across planes again, the repelling power of time and space will tear him into pieces in an instant.

Shen Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, and the ink-colored charm slowly flowed between his fingers.

If he refuses to leave, the turbulent flow of time cannot be calmed down, and he will never be able to escape from this world.

"Then there is no other way."

Things have come to this point, they are destined not to coexist.