HP Bella's Lie

19 - The Curse of the Model Student

Riddle felt his brain was a little out of his control.The smooth flow of thought just like a breakthrough was suddenly blocked, and the culprit was Bella.

Now all he can think about is Bella's smile just now, and the back when she left.

I always feel... a little sad.

It's an unfounded feeling.Riddle didn't like unreasonable speculation, but he found himself seeming to have to accept it more and more recently—

This is not a good sign.

It made him feel weak.

Incapable of doing anything, so that he can only rely on erratic and mysterious intuition.What is the difference between this and those stupid wizards who blindly believe in the so-called prophecies compiled by themselves?

He can't stand being weak.

Deep in all kinds of complicated emotions, Riddle's thinking that night ended in failure.

—In the final analysis, it was all because he was too ignorant.

The lack of knowledge about door keys, space transfer, magic storage, etc. made his investigation repeatedly frustrated and progressed slowly.

The next day, the front desk found that Riddle was in a bad mood.This was manifested in his increasingly gloomy eyes and the chill that sent chills down his spine.

After sitting on pins and needles for two classes, the front desk finally couldn't help but turn around and ask him: "Yesterday's plan...is it going well?"

Riddle stared at him emotionlessly for a while, then replied coldly: "It's okay."

"...is...is it..." He was staring at the table in horror, and he didn't look like he was going well, but he didn't have the courage to ask again, so he retracted his neck cowardly, " Then, that's good..."

So scary woohoo...

Riddle's mood can be described as bad.Last night, because of Bella's interruption, the investigation was once again stuck in a bottleneck. No matter how hard he tried to recall his thoughts at that time, he couldn't follow that guess and reason.Sometimes all it takes to get close to the truth is a fantastic idea, an active state of mind, and once you miss it, you miss the truth.

For no reason, he continued to stare at the back of the head of the front desk with that seemingly emotionless gaze, until the other party was covered in goose bumps, and suddenly stood up from his seat.

It was still class time, and the eyes of the whole class were all focused in an instant.

"Student Riddle, is there any question?" The teacher asked kindly.

Riddle didn't look at anyone, and said coldly: "I'm going to ask for leave, don't worry about me." After speaking, he strode out of the classroom, leaving the teachers and students in the first class looking at each other.

The front desk stared blankly at his back, and said to himself for a while, "Is that sentence just now... meant to me?"

Riddle quickly left the campus as if venting his anger, his face was cold and dark.

No - no more wasting time here!

He recognized it so clearly.

Although Bella concealed it intentionally, he made a careful plan with mental calculation and unintentional, and the secret implementation was also seamless, and he has done the best he can do.But nothing!

Why?Because he knows so little!He knew very little about Bella's world, about that profound and mysterious magical world—too little!

It can't go on like this.

The long-term dealings with those who made reservations in the old house made him gradually despise the tricks of wizards, but this setback made him deeply realize that even if wizards are not much less stupid than the so-called Muggles, they are still enough to use the magic they want Means easily blocked his progress.

Mainly magic, supplemented by technology.From the perspective of personal strength, it should be such a distribution ratio.

But because of his lack of age, his studies have been carried out in reverse.

If you want to investigate the truth, you can't just rely on your whimsy and happiness.

He must improve his real strength in a down-to-earth manner, and the theoretical knowledge on which reasoning is based is indispensable.

The more he realized this, the less he could continue to sit in the math class where he was still teaching 39 by [-].

The ridiculously simple calculations on the blackboard seemed to be a satire on the stupid days he had spent in the past, and he finally couldn't help but rushed out of the school.

It was the first time he did such an outrageous thing, but he was frank and frank. He walked rampantly on the street for a while, found a dark alley and turned in, and then went to the old house with the door key.

Surrounded by racks of magic cheats again, Riddle stroked the spines of those flailing books, browsing their strange titles, and the restlessness in his chest was gradually smoothed away by a sense of solidity.

He read books here all afternoon.

It was not until the evening when he used to go home that he reluctantly left the old house with the books he hadn't finished reading.

He returned home as usual with his schoolbag on his back, washed his hands and ate, casually chatted with Bella about the fabricated daily routine, and then went back to his bedroom to study.

Bella didn't notice anything unusual.

But from that day on, Riddle started playing truant, and he was aboveboard.

The teacher asked him to talk, and Riddle only stopped her with one sentence: "If I don't get excellent grades, I will let you handle it."

He refused to change after repeated persuasion, and he always passed the quiz and homework with high scores. The teacher couldn't catch him at all.In the end, she looked at the indifferent Riddle, and at the front desk (pretending to be) an obedient student, with ten thousand muddy horses running past in her heart.

Is this class under the curse of "only one model student can survive"?

It's not that she can't keep up with the times, it's that the world is changing too fast.

The teacher haggardly gave in.

The last mountain was also toppled.

From then on, Riddle smoothly lived a three-point and one-line life of going out to school for half a day, teleporting the door key to the old house after lunch, and going home on time to eat and sleep at night.

The collection of books in the old house is worthy of the excellent books handpicked by Bella and Riddle.As the amount of reading increased, Riddle gradually touched the threshold of a little magic.

He became more and more comfortable using the spells he had mastered in the past, such as Alahoo opening, fluorescent flashes, and levitation spells, and he also learned some new wandless magic.Although they were all small magics that were not very strenuous, they greatly helped his understanding of the essence of magic.Although he can't quite explain it yet, he always feels that he understands a part of how it works.

Bella found Riddle increasingly motivated to go to the old house on weekends.

She knew that sooner or later Riddle would indulge in the study of magic, but she thought that would be after he got the key to all advanced magic—a magic wand that belonged to him.

"I'll take breakfast to the old house." Riddle took the butter and bread and activated the door key.

Bella held the half-eaten toast in her mouth and was stunned for a second.

It looks like that day may come sooner than expected?

As soon as Riddle arrived at the old house, he rushed to the pile of packages in the storage room. He didn't even bother to eat the bread, and sent it down with the package with the Levitation Charm. He couldn't wait to unpack it and search for it.

This is the third weekend in a row that he came to screen the packages before Bella—because he usually skipped class to hide from Bella, he could only unpack the packages on weekends—in order not to let her know that he wanted to What do you want.

The god of luck finally favored him this time. After half an hour, Riddle finally found what he wanted from all kinds of messy black magic books and items——

An unassuming pearl earring.

The letter inside the package explains its function: memory image.

It can record all images exposed to its field of vision, and can only view memories within an hour.

— that's enough.

After learning about this alchemy item from a book a month ago, Riddle has been trying to get it.Searched through the old house's collections, drank aging potions and went to Knockturn Alley to inquire about it, pretended to be the owner of the old house, and made routines... Even he was ready to make it himself after all methods failed.

Fortunately, after many inquiries, he got to know a few families that possessed this kind of magic item, and then he pretended to be an adult wizard and spread rumors that the old house was interested in this kind of thing—there were quite a few rumors about the old house anyway. , more than this one is not much - there are always many fools who would rather believe it.

In the end, he just had to reap the benefits.

Huangtian paid off, and this time he finally got it.

Picking up a pen, he wrote an appointment letter to the wizard who provided the earring, and put it in the owl's mailbox. Only then did Riddle feel in the mood to have breakfast.

When Bella arrived late, he was sitting on a chair slowly unpacking a small package, looking in a good mood.

Noticing her arrival, Riddle raised his head and raised an out-and-out pure smile: "Bella, you're here."

——The truth is not far away.