HP Bella's Lie

13-Little Negotiator Riddle

"Oh...it sounds like you have some stories." Riddle, who didn't know much about the wizard family, was very calm, although Bella's expression on the side of the double-sided mirror made him a little confused, "But if this is what makes you The reason why it was so embarrassing before, I have to say that you wasted our precious time with each other."

"I...I'm sorry." Mrs. Thicknesse secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Riddle's indifferent and contemptuous attitude made her feel a lot of security. It was indeed the attitude of a hermit who doesn't care about worldly affairs.It seems that the old house is not interested in her secrets, and her worst fears will not happen.

"This prophecy... I can make it." Riddle thought for a while and replied, "However, what reward do you plan to pay?"

This is the battlefield that Mrs. Thickness is good at.

After half an hour of wrangling, she left the old house with the prophecy gold coin that she dreamed of.

Riddle watched her disappear from sight before turning and walking towards the storage room.Bella had already prepared hot cocoa in the box, poured out two cups, and saw Riddle come down from the box.

"Although I want to say that you performed well... But your last words are a bit redundant." Bella said with a smile, "I'm sweating for you."

"You're right. Mrs. Thicknesses is stronger than me, and my slight advantage is entirely due to her superstitious belief in prophecy." Riddle walked over, and generously admitted his immaturity, "And in the end, I was overwhelmed by her." Returning to a game, I lost a lot of rewards for nothing."

He took off his cloak and mask, revealing his tall figure and mature youthful face.

Bella's movements stopped.She stared blankly at the smiling young Riddle, as if an invisible cyclone wrapped around him, pushing away all the background, leaving only one person alone.

Facing Riddle like this, she couldn't say anything wrong.

"You... are very good... Although it is a little strange to say it, but... you are not yet ten years old, my dear."

Riddle knew Bella had seen her future self.Although she never told it, he has already seen from her words and deeds how much she loves him, past, future, and present.

He decided to advance a little intimacy.

Looking closely at Bella in his trance, Riddle evoked a gentle smile: "Thank you, Bella." Then he kissed her.

He just pressed her lips lightly for a while, and then it was over.

Gentle and pure, a kiss like a feather.

Maybe the little devil has no experience, maybe he just got a lesson from the last failure.

Bella looked like she was suffocating.

The gentle charm of a grown-up Dark Lord is enough to turn heads.

She tried to tell herself that the other party was still a child-damn it wasn't very convincing, thanks to the aging potion.

Bella muttered to herself: "I'd better calculate how long the effect of the aging agent will last..."

Riddle smiled a little smugly, and deliberately leaned into her ear and said, "I said, I will prove my strength to you."

The warm breath sprinkled on the sensitive skin, and Bella felt her whole body burn.She knew he was teasing her, but she couldn't get angry at all.

An hour later, Bella was finally freed from this sweet ordeal.Seeing Riddle, who had returned to her childhood appearance, besides being disappointed, she also felt a lot of kindness.

"...So, that's what prophecy is about. It's just one of the countless possibilities in the future, but it's enough to make confused people flock to it." Riddle said his thoughts seriously.

Now and then Bella agrees, and then brings up the idea of ​​the old house.

"That's right. I used this to develop the old house. At first, I just wanted to use it to obtain some precious items and books that were difficult to obtain by ordinary means. Later, I found out that, just like this meeting between you and Mrs. Thicknesses, The gentlemen and ladies of those families often tell some family secrets that I have never heard of, which is really a surprise. So I began to deliberately select some special wizards to interview, and it turns out that my surprises have accumulated enough to give There is a small reshuffle in the wizarding world."

Riddle showed a hint of sarcasm: "Needless to say, this is due to people's superstition about fate."

Bella stroked his forehead: "I will tell you these things slowly - the secrets of each family, the direction of each history, and the future of everyone... except you."

Riddle looked at her suspiciously.

"Because, everything I do is to change your future. I don't want you to be affected by the established destiny. Those futures are just a memory to me and have become the past. The real future depends on you to create .”

Riddle smiled like a little angel: "I won't let you down."

The two rested for a while, and when they were about to go home, Riddle suddenly said: "You go back first, I want to stay here to learn magic. Don't worry. Knowledge, theory, practice, I will come and learn bit by bit. Wandless magic will surely find you."

Bella hesitated to speak, and finally nodded, "You have the door key, come back before dinner."

Riddle nodded in agreement, and Bella went back with her own portkey.

Looking at the place where she disappeared, Riddle thought for a while, then turned his eyes to the deep corridor.

... Hurry up and grow up, hurry up...be strong.

After this time, Riddle will also take the initiative to play the role of "Old House Master" to deal with the wizards who make appointments when Bella is busy.He has really benefited a lot from this process, and he has also learned a lot of the convoluted way of speaking that the big pure-blood families prefer. Sometimes Bella feels that he is just what the Black family had been expecting but didn't know. Why is it always the young master who can't be cultivated to inherit the family.

Compared with the experience of intrigue in the wizarding world, life in Muggle primary school suddenly becomes boring.Those little kids who talked all day about where their parents took them for vacation, how fancy the new model airplane is, how pretty the blonde girl in the class next door... made Riddle deeply feel a sense of IQ. loneliness.

But when he expressed his feelings, he was slammed by the front desk: "You don't have all your hair, you are lonely! If you are so lonely, let me design this circuit." After speaking, he pushed a calculation On the paper, a few requirements were scrawled on it, and there was a preliminary functional sketch, and the detailed circuit next to it was half drawn.

Riddle: "What is this?"

Front table: "Improved circuit diagram for time-controlled bombs."

"...time bomb? What did you design this for?"

"Interesting! Don't you think it's cool to control a powerful weapon with small wires and electric current? Although we haven't learned circuits yet, my dad encouraged me to learn by myself, and said that if I can really invent my own timing The bomb will pay for all my invention research this year! It’s so cool! I no longer have to sell newspapers on the street to make money to buy devices! By the way, your grades are not very good, and you are so free, just help me research together Right. Have you ever studied electrical circuits?"

"...I understand a little bit." Riddle smiled a little stiffly, and secretly vowed that he would finish his senior physics and electricity as quickly as possible when he went back.

The front desk looked surprised: "Really? That's great! I thought I was the only one who would learn this kind of subject that is not tested in advance! It is indeed Tom Riddle, and his reputation is well-deserved, haha! You can join my research in the future ? If we get this done, we won't have to worry about money!"

"I'll think about it." Sure enough, he was just a kid.Riddle smiled without guilt.

But having said that, it was because of this incident that Riddle began to notice his front desk for the first time.

He looks sloppy at ordinary times. It is said that his family is also very rich, and his parents are both famous scientists. He may be obsessed with research and neglect his son's life.However, the person at the front desk seems to have a rough nerve and doesn't care. He is always immersed in writing and drawing in the classroom. He doesn't know what he is doing. He never listens in class, but he always ranks among the best in exams. The whole class couldn't laugh or cry because of his whimsy.Absolutely no appointments after school, walking alone all day long, I heard that he is planning to skip a grade recently, he is hailed as a wonderful flower by his classmates, he is basically a legendary figure on campus second only to Riddle.

Back when the teacher heard that Riddle had skipped a grade and came to his class, he had scouted out this place for him early in the morning, and wanted this well-known top student in the whole school to set a good example for the front desk—he was also a high-scoring student, look at his style.

However, Riddle didn't understand the teacher's good intentions at all, and he didn't want to understand. After studying for more than a month, he didn't even pay attention to the name of his front desk.Moreover, due to the experience of the old house and the baptism of collecting books, he became less and less concerned about his Muggle student life. It showed that he gradually began to walk alone, did not pay attention to the lectures in class, and did not respect the teacher so much... ...more and more like the front table in every way.At one time, the teacher felt that this arrangement not only failed to correct the bad habits at the front desk, but brought down a good student like Riddle... The teacher expressed a little embarrassment.

After taking the calculation paper home, Riddle studied it carefully and found that he began to change his view of the front table.

Originally thought he was just an ordinary nerd, but from this simple design drawing, Riddle found a lot of creative uses, but some ideas were not feasible due to his cramped electrical knowledge.

However, I have to say that because of this picture, Riddle became interested in physics—to be precise, the science related to weapon manufacturing.

Back at school, he happily hooked up with the front desk and expressed his willingness to work with him on making time bombs.

"However, I want to change the terms." He assumed the posture of the owner of the old house discussing remuneration, and smirked at his poor innocent front desk.

"No problem, as long as you help me get this done, I'll agree to anything you want!" The naive front desk, who had no idea what a negotiation was, was still swearing, for fear that he wouldn't regret it in the future.

Riddle: "I want you to help me with my homework in the future. You are always on call, and you can't refuse!"

"But your homework is better than mine..." The front desk was a little puzzled.

"No, I'm not referring to these homework in school." Riddle said humbly, "It's the knowledge you are good at. You know, I am not omnipotent."

"Okay, it's a deal!" The front desk looked like he was afraid that he would regret it, and nodded his head.

Riddle smiled refreshingly: "It's a deal."