HP Bella's Lie

25 - The discovery of the front table

It was just casual talk at first, but Riddle didn't expect to be awakened by a deafening knock on the door on Wednesday morning-if that can be counted as a knock on the door.

He picked up the alarm clock and glanced at it, it was only six o'clock in the morning!

You must know that he usually wakes up early, but only at 06:30 every day.The bastard knocking on the door--

He lifted the quilt angrily and opened the door impatiently.

"Great, the door is finally open! I'm so worried that you'll have to wait outside for an hour if you can't hear the knock on the door! Hurry up, hurry up, I'll finish your homework for you and go to school. Please ask dad to drive me here!" The front desk threw a call, a gust of wind blew to the balcony, and waved vigorously at a white car downstairs, "Dad—here—thanks! You go back Bar!"

Riddle slammed the door darkly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you want me to help you with your homework on Wednesday?" The front desk threw himself on the sofa, and then began to take out books from the big schoolbag, one after another, piled up on the sofa, "Come on. I spent half a day preparing yesterday. I knew you had dropped out of school for half a year, and you need to make up for things in school. Look, I have found all the textbooks and recommended books from the teacher. I guarantee that you will learn as much as you did at school. !"

Riddle rubbed his brows in annoyance: "Okay, I was just joking with you. Hurry up and go back to class."

"R, Riddle...that's—" The attention of the front table was suddenly attracted by the oil painting in the corridor, and he opened his mouth wide.

Riddle followed his gaze, realizing that something was wrong.

It was Bella's favorite painting when she was alive, and Riddle hung it on the day of the funeral.Most importantly, it was a magical landscape painting...

The exuberant curiosity at the front table was instantly ignited, and before Riddle could stop it, he rushed to the oil painting.

"This...these are fireflies? It...they can move!" The front desk seemed to discover the New World, and pointed to the oil painting excitedly, "Riddle, look! This painting can move...!"

bang.The front table was knocked unconscious by a vase.

Riddle manipulated the vase back down, then helped him up and put him on the sofa.

—was discovered...

Riddle looked at the comatose front desk, who was rarely quiet.The unique tranquility of the early morning gave this tranquility a touch of eerieness.

Riddle's eyes flashed dangerously.

What to do with him?

At this time, it would be great if he could use Forget All Empty.

Riddle couldn't help thinking this, and then felt irritated.

Because of Bella's work before her death, the Ministry of Magic has no records of her.In other words, in the eyes of the wizarding world, he should be an ordinary little wizard who grew up in the Muggle world; in the Muggle world, he is even more of an ordinary orphan.

But this accident made it possible for the front desk to expose his hidden dangers.

He couldn't let Bella's hard work go to waste—

Riddle's gaze seemed to turn into a knife, wandering around the front table.

Time passed in suffocating silence.

"……damn it!"

Riddle suddenly gave up on himself and sat on the sofa, muttering to himself: "There are other ways..." His eyes drifted across the comatose and comfortable front table, "You better not let me down..."

He hid the oil painting, put on a black wizard robe, grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked into the fireplace: "Knockturn Alley."

After an uncomfortable experience, Riddle came to Knockturn Alley full of dark wizards in a hurry.Although his thin figure seemed a bit weird among the crowd of adult wizards who were hiding their heads and showing their faces, few of them stopped curiously—everyone came here with an ulterior purpose, and there was no time to care about a brave man. little wizard.

Riddle turned into a potions shop familiarly.The atmosphere in the store was weird and gloomy. Riddle quickly scanned the rows of shelves, took down a bottle of potion, paid and left.The whole process takes no more than 5 minutes.

Suddenly a flame burst into the fireplace, and Riddle returned from the flames with the potion he bought.

The front desk is still in a coma.Riddle grabbed his chin and poured the purple smoking potion into his mouth. The potion melted in his mouth and entered the body of the front desk without a drop.

After a few minutes, the front desk woke up in a daze.

"Where is this..." He looked like he couldn't find Bei.

"Listen, Front," Riddle said to him in a serious tone, "you have to promise me one thing. Otherwise we won't be able to see each other again."

"Uh...R, Riddle?" The front desk finally saw the person in front of him clearly, "What's the matter? Come on, let's discuss something slowly..."

"Promise me." Riddle looked at him persuasively.

"Okay... ok..." The front desk wanted to bite off his tongue as soon as he said it——

How many times!How many times has he been bluffed by Riddle into agreeing to a bunch of messy things like this!

"—Very good." Riddle finally showed a satisfied expression, "Promise and restrain."

There was a sudden stabbing pain in the brain, and the front desk covered his head and screamed strangely: "My head—" But before he could fully express his emotions, the pain disappeared without a trace.

Riddle patted him on the head: "It's so noisy."

"Hey—what's going on? I just..." The front desk slowly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, "That painting! Riddle, your painting can actually move! It's so powerful, how did you do it? Then no Could be the latest TV? You must have dug a hidden closet in the wall! I guessed right! Haha...”

Hearing his imagination, Riddle suddenly felt that he might have done something stupid to make a big fuss...

However, since he had been given the "Promise Potion", Riddle didn't intend to waste it.

"You just promised me one thing." Riddle interrupted him. "Now let me tell you, 'Promise content: not to tell anyone in any way about everything after I quit school.'"

The eyes of the front desk became dull: "Yes. I promise not to disclose everything after you quit school to anyone in any way."

"Constraint completed."

After the words fell, the eyes at the front table regained focus, and immediately screamed while covering their heads.

"Oh shit! What's wrong with me, my head keeps hurting..."

Only now did Riddle feel a little leisurely, poured him a glass of water, and said, "I think you don't have enough water in your mind."

"Thank you." The front desk took a sip of water before reacting, "Damn, are you calling me crazy? Tom Riddle!"

After a unilateral fuss, the front desk finally realized something was wrong: "Oh? Why is that painting missing? I saw it just now..." He leaned on the wall and touched it, " Is there some secret door here? Where is it..."

"Don't look for it, I put it away." Riddle pulled him back to the sofa, and wrote lightly, "Use magic."

Front desk: "...what?"

Riddle: "It's fine if you don't understand, I don't want to learn today, you can get out."

The front desk: "Ah, ah, ah, don't, I was wrong... I just heard you say magic and thought I heard it wrong... Do you know magic?"

Riddle was expressionless, and really felt that he had made a stupid decision.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the teacup on the table.The front desk looked at the teacup inexplicably, and was shocked to see it float into the air a little bit.

"See?"

The front desk reached out to touch the bottom of the teacup in disbelief, but there was indeed nothing.

"Okay... so amazing! Riddle, you are so amazing!" The front table was full of admiration, "How did you do it? Teach me!"

"I never told anyone about this." Riddle said with a serious face, "You must swear to keep it secret for me."

The front desk immediately raised their hands and swore: "In the name of God!"

Seeing that Riddle was relieved, the front desk begged him to teach him magic.

Riddle said coldly: "You don't have magic power, so you can't learn it."

The front table had a collapsed expression: "This is unscientific..."

After tidying up the shattered glass hearts sadly, the front table seemed to have completely accepted this development, and changed the topic: "We have been talking for a long time, why is Bellatrix not seen?"

Riddle's expression disappeared.

He stared straight at the front table, and that kind of eyes made him feel all over his body. After a long time, he heard a low voice: "...she is dead."

The front desk opened its eyes wide.

"W-what...?"

This time Riddle didn't answer him, grabbed his clothes, picked up the books and school bags scattered on the sofa, and threw them outside the door together.

"Wait...wait! Listen, I-I'm sorry! Hey! Riddle! I'm sorry! I don't know..."

Riddle slammed the door shut.

The front desk slammed on the door panel vigorously: "Riddle! I'm sorry! I didn't know this happened! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you say..."

Riddle returned to the room unmoved, and left with the portkey.

When we arrived at the old house, it was still early, and the owl had to wait a while before delivering breakfast.The faint morning light shines in through the dilapidated windows, rendering the crude furnishings of the old house as if it were a hazy memory.

He leaned against the door, looking at his memory quietly.

The astonishment when Bella brought him here for the first time, the nervousness of pretending to be the owner of the old house, and the invisible verbal confrontation with the appointment wizard...

Also, when she looked at the collection of books so intently, she felt vague dissatisfaction.

The details of getting along with her day and night, crawled back from the neglected corner of memory, and became clear and frank in a world of one person.

Why did he understand his feelings after losing her?

Obviously——she longed so much to be in love with him.

He wanted to tell her how he really felt.

He wants to span time and rewrite their past and future.

he thinks……

He misses her.

The sound of the owl's wings brought Riddle back to his sanity.A snow-white night owl flew over in the morning light and landed on Riddle's arm.

"It's already past seven o'clock..." He fed it food in a little confusion, put food money in the bag and tied it to its leg, and then let it fly from the window.

Strange to say, Bella, who always prefers dark colors, only chose a snow-white owl.

Watching it disappear into the rising sun, Riddle felt the sunlight sting a little.