HP Bella's Lie

11 - Great Prophet Riddle

The reason why Bella dared to propose this was because of the mystery of the old house owner.

No one in the wizarding world knows who the owner of the old house is, even whether he is a man or a woman, let alone his appearance.

Everyone who saw the owner of the old house saw only a man wearing a silver mask and wrapped tightly in a black robe. His voice was hoarse and obviously transformed by magic. Gloves, there is no way to distinguish gender and age.

Riddle could not resist the temptation.

"what should I do?"

"No rush. We need to make some preparations." Bella handed him the appointment list, "Choose one you are interested in and see. Those who don't know can refer to the wizard genealogy on that shelf, which is rare and almost It includes the magical genealogy of all existing families." At this point, she suddenly thought of something, and a moment of hesitation flashed across her expression, "...including your mother's family."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, observed her dodging eyes, and said casually: "It turns out that my magic power comes from my mother. Then choose this Ms. Rowan Thickness."

Does it matter that Bella is confused by his words?

"Oh... alright." She nodded anyway, "Then... you have to learn to control the magic of this gold coin, and then drink the aging potion to pretend to be the owner of the old house."

"I remember you saying I couldn't have a wand yet?"

"That's right. But there's a small class of magic in this world that doesn't depend so much on wands." Bella smiled slyly.

The gold coins in the old house are actually a special alchemy product. Bella's alchemy is only at an ordinary level. For this kind of gold coins, she even sneaked into the library of Black's house (for her, it was really just a trip back to her own home), "Borrowed" several related classics for research.Those few books on the study of metal alchemy are still crowded in the corner of a certain row of bookshelves.

Although Riddle has read some basic magic theories, it is not so easy to skip the wand and directly master a wandless magic.

"Think about it...recall the feeling of your magic riot." Bella coaxed.

It was also the first time for her to teach magic without a wand. She was still a little wizard without a wand, and she described her feelings to him with a kind of self-criticism.Fortunately, Riddle's comprehension ability has always been amazing. He closed his eyes and forced himself to recall those cold memories.

To be honest, the most memories related to the magic riot in his mind are the fists and stones of Aldo's rivals, and the ensuing hunger in the small dark room of the confinement room.Riddle thought that he would have a lot of resistance, but when he returned to these memories again, he was surprised to find that he was much calmer than he imagined.He eliminated those messy emotions with little effort, and concentrated on appreciating the subtle perception at the beginning.

——It seems that Bella's psychotherapy is very successful, and it is foreseeable that the Dark Lord will not take the orphanage experience too seriously in the near future. (Don't you think about retiring to become a counselor, Bella?)

"Think about... the feeling of making those things fly..." Bella was still speaking in a guiding way.

Riddle suddenly opened his eyes and fixed his eyes on the teapot on the table.Bella stopped talking and followed his gaze to look at the teapot.

After about 3 or 4 seconds, the teapot tremblingly left the table, the lid of the pot was unstable and the body of the pot made a slight sound, and the whole teapot slowly flew into the air.

"Very well..." Bella continued in a hypnotic tone, "That's how it feels, let it come..."

The teapot stayed in mid-air for a while, moving forward inch by inch with difficulty.Riddle felt that his eyes were starting to turn acidic, and his thinking was showing signs of being out of control...

Clap!

The teapot fell to pieces.

Riddle rubbed his eyebrows angrily: "I couldn't control it in the end..."

"You're doing well." Bella rubbed his shoulders and flicked her wand, "It's back to normal."

The teapot was restored.Riddle tried again.

Bella was once again in awe of the Dark Lord's otherworldly gift for magic, although it was already well known.

As far as she knew, there was no precedent for skipping wand magic and going straight to wandless magic.The magic introduction of little wizards needs the support of a wand that suits their own magic power, and choosing a wand before the age of 11 may miss the one that suits them best—because their magic characteristics have not yet stabilized, and choosing the wrong wand will actually make them more vulnerable. May affect the normal growth of a wizard's mana.This is why Bella opposed Riddle learning magic in advance.

But obviously Riddle's talent makes this reason less convincing.Bella had to reconsider the arrangement for him to learn magic in advance.

After experiencing several failures, Riddle has obviously become somewhat confident.

"I think it's almost time to start," he said to Bella. "Now I'm quite qualified to float this coin."

Bella agreed, but she wanted to see what step Riddle could make: "Writing the prophecy into the gold coin uses a somewhat out-of-the-ordinary magic. In terms of difficulty, maybe you can challenge it a little bit. Are you interested? Failure is completely It doesn't matter, as long as we don't prophesy Mrs. Thicknesse." Bella said irresponsibly.

"Oh. Of course, even if I learn it, I don't have to prophesy to her, right?" Riddle didn't seem to feel guilty at all.

"Yes." Bella smiled at him.

—It seems that the dark lord and the death eaters have a tacit understanding from very early on, poor Mrs Thicknesse.

After the study was over, Bella brought out a sunken stone basin from the strange shelves and placed it on the table.Riddle looked at it curiously. The basin was filled with a substance that looked like mist but not mist, water and not water. Bella used her magic wand to pull out a strand of silver thread from her temple and put it into the basin.

"This is the Pensieve. Come in, this is a memory of the Thinknes family."

Riddle put his face close to the Pensieve at her direction, and found himself in an office.He saw Bella hiding behind the door at a glance. She was wearing a black robe and seemed to be waiting for someone intently, not noticing Riddle's existence at all.

Riddle understood instantly that this was Bella's experience in the future.

He couldn't help being curious.Although he didn't really care, Bella hadn't talked to him about the future in much detail.Bella answered all the questions about the future, and occasionally told him some interesting stories about the future as jokes, but it was the first time that she had completely reproduced it to him like now.

—Maybe he can still see his future appearance, after all, he is Bella's husband, isn't he?

But Riddle was doomed to be disappointed. It was too late for Bella to hold on to such an important matter, how could she blew herself up?

What she was waiting for was a strange man.

Before Riddle's surprised mood turned sour, the Bella in his memory restrained the man who had just entered the door with agility and powerful magic.

"The soul is out of the body."

The man's eyes became glazed.

"Pierce Thicknesse, you will serve the Dark Lord and become the Minister of Magic. Follow the orders of the Dark Lord and complete the tasks of the Dark Lord." Bella ordered word by word.

Pierce repeated mechanically: "I will...be loyal to...the Dark Lord...be the Minister of Magic...obey...the Dark Lord...order...to complete...missions..."

"Very good." Bella smiled contemptuously and snapped her fingers.

Pierce froze for a moment, regained his sanity, but completely ignored Bella, looking a little dumbfounded.Bella didn't bother to cast another glance at him, she dragged her black silk robe, opened the door openly and walked out.

Memory so far.

Riddle returned to reality, and Bella sat on the chair and watched his expression.

In fact, she cared a lot more about the Dark Lord's opinion of him when he first saw him act out than that rogue Thickness.

"You look very handsome." Riddle walked towards her. "I guess that Pierce is Mrs. Thicknesse's... son?"

"That's right." Bella's praise for him was very receptive, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up, but she still got back to the topic, "I controlled him with the Imperius Curse and made him the Minister of Magic. He was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before. His father died early, and he grew up with his mother. The Thicknesses pointed at this single seedling. Although I have never met Mrs. Thicknesses, I think she wants The prophecy is nothing more than this precious son."

Riddle thought about it.Bella couldn't help teasing him: "How about it, have you figured out how to write a prophecy, Mr. Great Prophet?"

Riddle came back to his senses, showing a confident smile.

"of course."