HP Bella's Lie

24 - drop out

Bella's death was announced with a heavy heart by medical staff at the London Hospital.Riddle deadpanned and asked the driver to take him and Bella home, and sent the driver away.

The funeral took place the next day.

Riddle didn't invite anyone, but carried Bella with the help of the Levitation Charm, used the Portkey to come to the Memory Pavilion, and then walked out of the attic.

Before she died, Bella mentioned that the Memory Pavilion was in the forest in Algeria. Riddle just glanced at it last time, and when he came out, he found that there were dense jungles all around.

He placed Bella carefully on the chair, then took the ax out of the brand-new toolbox and walked to the woods behind the attic.

It took a whole afternoon for Riddle to cut out a vacant lot with his own brute force, and then used the portkey to go back and forth between London and the Algerian forest, and bought a ready-made fence to enclose a small backyard.

As night fell, after a hasty meal, Riddle went back to London to buy a bundle of shovels.This time he used the Levitation Charm and manipulated a dozen or so shovels to dig wildly in the backyard, and soon dug a grave.

He tidied up Bella's appearance, carried her into the coffin that had already been prepared, and stared fixedly at her peaceful face.

——No matter when, no matter where you are... there is a me who will love you deeply in the future.

All sensory nerves are numb, only the brain is still playing Bella's last words in a continuous loop.

He just stared at it for a long time without moving.

The sky is full of stars, and there is no moon in the night sky tonight.The world is dark.

After an unknown amount of time, when Riddle was about to turn into a stone statue, he moved his fingers, then took a step back, and the coffin lid slowly closed.

He walked towards the tomb step by step, the coffin was steadily suspended behind him, and finally fell into the tomb consciously.The moment the bottom of the coffin really came into contact with the soil, there was a slight "bang", like a switch, completely igniting Riddle's magic power.

The mound of soil that had just been dug out suddenly exploded, and all the large and small clods of soil floated up, and frantically gathered towards the tomb with lightning speed, filling the pit in the blink of an eye.

Riddle was panting heavily, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The magic riot that I haven't experienced for a long time, this time is more intense than ever before.It took all his strength to barely control the situation, and he was exhausted in just a few seconds.

After resting silently for a while, Riddle moved a stone tablet, set it up in front of Bella's grave, and wrote down one by one:

Wife of Tom Riddle, 1936.

It had been a week since Riddle had reappeared at the Muggle school.

The front desk suddenly caught sight of him on the way to the laboratory during the lunch break, and rushed forward excitedly: "Riddle?! Where have you been? You didn't even ask for leave, and the school is going to call the police, do you know... ..."

Riddle took his hand away, and his tone didn't fluctuate: "I'm here to handle the withdrawal."

"...Know...what! Dropping out?!" The front desk looked shocked, "This...Although I also think that the things taught in school are boring, but at least we have to learn those basic courses...This...no matter what You still have to learn the samples."

"It's none of your business." Riddle walked past him indifferently, "I don't want to waste any more time here."

"...Wait!" The front desk grabbed his wrist suddenly, "Did something happen? Tell me! I can help you!"

"You can't help me." Riddle shook off his hand, his voice was calm, "No one can help."

"What do you mean? What happened? You have to tell me, I'm your friend!" The front desk chased him persistently, "Even if I can't help, I still want to know what happened to my friend. Painful things say Come out, I will bear the pain with you, so the pain will be reduced by half! This is what my mother said. She..."

"Enough." Riddle interrupted him impatiently, "We are not from the same world. I was a little interested in using you before, but now I have no time to play with you. Get out of the way!"

The front desk stared at him incredulously, and froze in place.Riddle walked around him nonchalantly and continued toward the principal's office.

"Oh... boy, what made you make such a decision?" The principal is an old man with a white beard. Riddle has dealt with him more than once when he went through the admission procedures and applied for skipping grades, and he knows his long-windedness The meddling problem has reached a point where it cannot be cured.

So, he prepared his reasons early in the morning: "Principal, you know, the elementary school courses are too simple for me. I have read not only the third grade, but also the sixth grade courses. I don't think it is necessary for me to be in school anymore Waste of time."

"Oh, of course." The headmaster exuded an "I understand" breath all over his body, "You are a genius, Tom. I have to say that in all my years as headmaster, I have never seen a student comparable to you. However, regarding your question we It can be discussed, and there is no need to drop out of school. You know, the school can not only give you knowledge..."

"Yes, I understand, Headmaster. But I dropped out just to apply to another school - Cambridge University. I know it seems unrealistic, but how do you know if you don't try? It's my dream, You'll help me, won't you?"

Ten minutes later, Riddle got what he wanted, leaving the principal lamenting in his office: "Young people these days are so positive...Go ahead, kid."

Walking out the door, Riddle found that the front desk was waiting at the door of the office.

"What are you doing here?"

Front desk: "Do you still need to ask? Of course I don't trust you!"

Riddle frowned: "I've already said it. I was just using you before, and I don't have time to play with you now."

Front desk: "I don't care! You just leave, what about our cooperative research project? Even if it's just for use, at least we are a cooperative relationship. And I promised you the agreement, have you forgotten? You asked me to give it to you Those who help with homework are always on call."

Riddle: "It doesn't matter. I'm not interested anymore. As for those research projects, I can help you finish the last few, and let's call it a day."

The front desk got angry: "You...you...what the hell is wrong with you! Are you still Tom Riddle!"

"This is who I really am. Give it up."

Riddle left behind these words and left.

He completely abandoned the primary school career of Muggles, and started a life of crazily supplementing magic.

Why did it take so long to discover Bella's anomaly?Why did it take so long to find out the truth?Why can't we live in pain in the face of Bella's death?

He is too weak.

In front of this world, in front of death, in front of time.Tiny and powerless.

He has never been more eager to be strong than now.Master knowledge, master power, master time.

Although he doesn't have a magic wand yet, his wandless floating spell has been used more and more smoothly, especially after the magic riot in the cemetery, it has become more perfect and more proficient.According to the experience of this spell, it is obvious that he can master more magic - no matter how simple or small, the magic riot has inspired him, no matter how insignificant magic can be driven by powerful power to make it powerful.

He said that applying for Cambridge was just to get rid of the overzealous old man of the principal. After officially dropping out of school, Riddle began to spend day and night in the old house's library.I rely on the bread and milk sent by owls for breakfast, go to the bar in Diagon Alley for lunch, and go to the Memory Pavilion for dinner, cook a bowl of porridge, carefully read a bottle of memory, and then fall asleep.

Only on weekends would he relax a little and go to the school's laboratory to continue the Muggle scientific research that he was more interested in.

"...Riddle?!" The front desk who went back to school on the weekend to retrieve the schoolbag he left in the laboratory was startled when he entered the door, "You, why are you here?"

"Do research," Riddle answered succinctly—and nonsense.

The front desk came over and grabbed his shoulder: "Riddle! Haha, it's you! I thought I'd never see you again! Don't tell me when you come to the lab!"

Riddle was very dissatisfied with his innocent performance: "Are you an idiot? I forgot what I told you last time?"

The front desk seemed to have finally been reminded, and scolded: "By the way, don't you say I almost forgot, you bastard, didn't you promise to help me finish the last few projects? As a result, no one was seen after dropping out of school. It made me have to skip class to do experiments, so don’t try to run away this time, just help me finish the rest before leaving!”

Riddle looked at him sternly, and remained unmoved for a long while: "I'm only free on weekends."

"Huh? I'm free on weekends... You mean to accompany me to do experiments on weekends from now on? Haha, that's great! This is what you said, don't go back on your word!" In front of his own laboratory bench, he dragged out a dozen of experimental data from his schoolbag, and introduced them endlessly, "Look, look, this is my progress this month blabla..."

The table in front of Ren was spit flying all over the place, Riddle just went in his left ear and out his right ear, his dark eyes calmly reflected the shadow of the other party, silently exploring in his heart——

Is this guy really stupid or fake?

"Hello." Riddle glanced at his research schedule—Wednesday is all about circuit experiments—and suddenly interrupted him, "Give me homework on Wednesday."

"...The resonant circuit——huh? Helping with homework?" The front desk was stunned, "Didn't you drop out of school?"

Riddle: "Yes or no?"

"Promise... ah..." The front desk was forced by his momentum, and he stammered to answer, and then muttered aggrievedly after thinking about it, "I can't refuse..."

Riddle shrugged: "As a reward, we will continue to collaborate on research on weekends."

"Really? That's great! Good man!"

——Sure enough, it's really stupid.