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The horns are raised.

"Eve, sing me that song again."

I froze.This request made me suddenly start to wonder if Tom had—already noticed something was wrong with the bread?Long before swallowing the bread?If he knew...then why did he...

Maybe he felt indifferent because he believed he had a Horcrux?Maybe he was willing to eat that little piece of bread because he loved me?

But I'm not interested in knowing the answer anymore, because I've got what I want.

I said "yes" and sang softly, "Now, let the day just slip away. Sothedark night, may watch over you. Velvet, blue." More feedback, or thinking more.

I thought of the nightingale.When singing, it also has a similar mood to me, right?At least, we all took the initiative to rush to the embrace of death with love and hope.And the Thorn Bird.After all, I chose Tom and chose this thorn to achieve my swan song.

"Silent, true. Items your heart and your soul. Nocturne. Nevercryneversigh. You don't have to wonder why. Always be always see. Come and dream the night with me. Nocturne. Have no fear when the night draws near, and fills you with dreams and desire."

"Like a child sleep, so warm, sodeep. You will find methere waiting for you. Nocturne. Wewillflyclaim the sky. Wedon'thavetowonderwhy. Always seealways be. Come and dream the night with me. Nocturne.Thoughdarknesslay, it will give away. .”

My singing voice lowered little by little, and when I sang the last line, it was already as light as a sigh, and my head hung weakly on Tom's neck, feeling his warm embrace.Consciousness is gradually blurring away from me.In the end I just heard, "bang bang", something was hit.

Only the bouquet of black roses is still in full bloom, burning alone in the dark night.

Note:

(1) From "For All We Know" sung by Johnny Hartman.

The author has something to say: The atmosphere of this chapter has changed suddenly because this chapter has to be read in conjunction with the next chapter, and this chapter can be interpreted differently.

The real ending is in the next chapter. In fact, if the story really ends in this chapter, I think it can be regarded as HE. At such a moment, they regained their love and trust for each other.Since then, Evelyn has no regrets, and Tom has no weaknesses.

I will update the last two chapters together tomorrow.

"Parting is for a better reunion."

"If we both die in the future, at least we can meet again in the illusion, and we can stay together forever in the illusion. Thinking about it this way, we will never be separated, not even death."

Thinking of a line in "Rejuvenation", it is very suitable for Tom, "We'remeanttolosethepeoplewelove.

Chapter 69 Afterword

BGM: Should It Matter by Sissel

About the Author:

Cynthia Plath (Cynthia Plath), born in Yorkshire, England in 1980, graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ravenclaw in 1999.Lila Shafik Black's granddaughter and current deputy editor of The Quibbler.Author of "Bad Seed".

When I was at Hogwarts, I was an ordinary student, without brilliant grades, neither being noticed by the professor for violating the school rules, nor being known for some outstanding advantages, and I didn’t have a lot of grannies. The wonderful adventures of the Findo trio, inconspicuous, fond of being alone, the only advantage may be that they love to read and can write something, and they are an out-and-out Ravenclaw nerd.

I have always loved chatting with the ghosts in the castle, and those ghosts who have been lonely for hundreds of years would also like to have a patient audience like me, so I have always known many stories and written many stories, all purely for self-entertainment Self-joy, I wrote it and gave it to my friend Miranda to read, and then I stopped reading it.

After the war, I went through a certain level of trauma, and the Muggle psychiatrist told me that it would be good for me to try to write stories like I used to.However, after a month, I couldn't write a word on the parchment. You know, I used to be able to easily write more than 1 words of sorrow and joy in a day.

The turning point of the matter was in January of this year, when I suddenly received from my mother the diaries of my grandmother Lila, my aunt Walburga, and Evelyn herself.This overly tortuous and bizarre love story has completely inspired my long-cooled writing enthusiasm.I was surprised that the mysterious man actually had a lover when he was young, because Harry Potter has emphasized more than once that the mysterious man was defeated by him because he did not understand the power of love.

I also doubted whether these stories were true, until Mr. Potter and Miss Granger confirmed to me the possible authenticity of these diaries.They said that, although they did not want to admit it, the diaries contained some surprisingly important information.The three diaries let me understand this dusty past of 50 years from different angles.

When "The Bad Seed" was first written, it took me 20 days to complete it, because I didn't know what kind of brushstrokes to use to describe the story of the red rose and the mysterious man.But after writing, I slowly walked into the era of wars and drunkenness, and I could even write [-] words a day, as if my enthusiasm was burning with Evelyn.

At the beginning of writing this story, I had almost no emotion for anyone in the story, especially Evelyn, because she was never the kind of "good person" praised in the mainstream values, even the title of the book It is always clear that she is an out-and-out bad species, and she herself has written in her diary more than once that she is a rotter.

She doesn't deserve to be praised, but I can't help being attracted to her, I can't explain why, maybe this is the unique charm of gray characters.I am moved by her fresh vitality, admire her indelible pride, envy and yearn for her courage to be desperate and desperate for what she loves - I know that I will never be able to do it, no matter if the object is an ideal or something else .

During the period of writing the fourth volume, I was almost out of touch with the outside world, completely immersed in the joys and sorrows of the people in the book, and said no more than ten sentences a day.Evelyn is not a storyteller, but reading what she wrote down from [-] to [-], I seem to be able to put myself in her place and feel her sadness, guilt and despair.I know too many writing skills, but at this time, I realized that the most touching words have nothing to do with skills, but always true feelings.

So, two months later, the semi-autobiographical novel "Bad Seed" was completed.At first I had no intention of making this work public, I just shared it with my close friend Miranda.Miranda thought the book deserved to be seen by more people, so she secretly sent it to the publisher.The publisher took a fancy to its possible commercial value and agreed to publish the book.The above is the whole story in the writing process of "Bad Seed".

Here, I must solemnly thank Miranda. Without your encouragement and company, "Bad Seed" is destined to be a novel that was cut in half, because in the early writing process, I have played no less than ten The idea of ​​giving it up for the first time.Uh, probably there is too much hopeless sadness in this book, and everyone in it has their own misfortune, just like this world.

Many people bought "The Bad Seed" because they were curious about the story of the mysterious man.After The Bad Seed was released, I received many letters from readers.Some readers told me that they liked this story very much, and mentioned that "I didn't expect the story of the mysterious man to make people cry"; some people accused me of defending the mysterious man, saying "this is a shameful beautification of the mysterious man"; or Doubt that in order to make money, I used the reputation of the mysterious person to fabricate this story. "

I'd like to say I don't.

I just want more people to know that even the mysterious person had feelings.No one is born an emotionless machine, and no one is born incapable of love.

To those readers who question my position because of "what I said in defense of You-Know-Who" and suggest that I should also be sent to the Ministry of Magic for trial, I must respond here: I have been on the side of the Order throughout Yes, many people can attest to this.

A dear friend of mine died at the hands of Death Eaters, and my father and mother nearly died for being pure-blood traitors.I hate You-Know-Who as much as anyone, and I vividly remember every name that was supposed to have another life.

Many years later, Voldemort will become a tyrant and a synonym for evil. No one will forget all the evil deeds he has done, and no one has the right to forgive the sacrificed heroes and lost companions.But even Voldemort was once a human being with normal emotions, and this is not a contradiction.Moreover, the answers to the questions related to the mysterious man's Horcrux were also confirmed by Evelyn's own diary provided by my mother to Mr. Dumbledore.

Evelyn set a spell on her diary similar to a Muggle secret self-destruct device. Before seeing the contents of the diary, she needs to write down a specific string of numbers.If you make a mistake twice, the contents of the diary will disappear automatically.That's why my grandmother never dared to flip through the diary. In the end, the diary passed into the hands of Mr. Dumbledore.

The second time, he guessed the password: 1926.12.31, Tom Riddle's birthday.Even though fourth-grade Evelyn had absolutely no recollection of Tom, she still chose his birthday as her password out of some instinct.Maybe it's true, they've become an inseparable part of each other.

In an unpublished first draft, there is a scene where Tom and Evelyn break into the Department of Mysteries.This episode was cut by the publisher when it was being prepared for publication, citing the Department of Mysteries as a Ministry of Magic classified matter.However, given that Mr. Shacklebolt and Miss Granger are planning to carry out drastic reforms to the Ministry of Magic, perhaps one day in the future, this part of the plot can meet with you.

If the story of the parent generation is spread out, Catherine, Gerald, and Flora are another [-]-word story, and this book has been greatly simplified.For the same reason, I only selected a few fragments of Evelyn and Tom's childhood memories to write, but when Evelyn was imprisoned in the Halcyon Manor, what she wrote most was her childhood memories—that It is the only past she can still have the courage to recall.

As a latecomer, I was able to understand the whole story. When looking back, I also doubted whether fate really existed.For example, that seemingly useless prophecy seems to just predict the direction of all the stories.

Aphrodite's flower, that is, the rose, almost ran through Evelyn's life.The fate of eternal entanglement, whether it refers to Evelyn and Tom, or the three people including Perseus, makes sense.From the very beginning, their fate has been twisted into a rope.The overthrower can have too many interpretations, and the wild flower—the yellow sun orchid, which is wild in the flower language, appeared in this story very early, and also appeared at the end of the story.

Here, I must state that in the creation process of "The Bad Seed", I respected the facts to the greatest extent, with the exception of the ending.Except for Evelyn herself, I am afraid that no one knows what happened on the night of April [-], [-], but I would rather believe that she took the initiative to rush to the embrace of death with her last love and hope.

"Love is the only thing we take with us when wedie. It makes death so easy." (Love is the only thing we can take with us when wedie. It makes death so easy.)

"There are only two ways of life, to rot or to burn." Instead of sitting and waiting to rot, Evelyn chose to burn without hesitation.This wild rose has completed the most brilliant blooming and burning, which is as gorgeous and short-lived as fireworks.I don't think there will be anyone who will replace Evelyn's position in Tom's heart.She will be the last rose on his barren land, and he will be her only thorn.

When Lila visited the manor as usual, she only saw the burnt candles and Evelyn's cold body, and Tom disappeared.We all know that his next public appearance will be ten years later, and by then, very few people know he is Tom Riddle.According to Evelyn's wish, Lila buried her back on Laszlo Street with her biological mother. Evelyn finally ended her wandering.

So, out of my own selfishness, I gave them a happy ending that was overly whitewashed, and even, you can tell something is wrong at a glance.I also know that for many people, this is not at all the ideal ending they had in mind.

Everyone can have a different interpretation of what happened that night, maybe the fact is that I wrote an overly ideal ending, Evelyn got the "I love you"; maybe Tom never came back that night, Evelyn died in despair while waiting alone; maybe Tom found something wrong with the bread and killed Evelyn directly.

However, we will never have a definite answer.

It is also difficult for us to know where Tom went and what he did in the next few years. According to "Contemporary History of Magic", "his footprints are all over the world, he is getting deeper and deeper in the quagmire of black magic, and he has a long history with wizards." The most evil people in the world." The only thing I know about this almost blank decade is that when Tom Riddle reappeared in public as Voldemort, Aunt Walburga's arm The Dark Mark is no longer branded.

After writing "The Bad Seed", I also fantasized about what would happen to her and Tom if Evelyn didn't choose to commit suicide and she survived?Would Voldemort cease to exist?However, it is difficult for us to come up with an answer, just like what would happen if Mara in "The Blue Bridge" did not die; what would happen if Catherine and Heathcliff in "Wuthering Heights" were together.

I think this is the best ending for Evelyn, and it is also the best ending for Evelyn and Tom: Evelyn had the most passionate love and completed the burning as she wished, and Tom also felt all the warmth of a girl. Fortunately, it stopped before the story changed beyond recognition.After all, "No matter how crazy and persistent love is, it will be a passing cloud."

As an idealist, I always believe that no one is without love, and love is an inalienable instinct.Evelyn and Tom, they both truly loved and lived.When all the signings of "The Bad Seed" are completed, my life should be back on track. Let's use Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" to make a simple conclusion for this book and the whole story.

"Nevermore." (Nevermore.)

2000.5.29

The author has something to say: The BGM was pushed to me by private FM today, and it feels very suitable for Evelyn and the end of the story. ?_??

So Chapter 68 is an extremely open ending, and everyone can have a completely different understanding. _(:_」∠)_

As a person who pursues idealism and romanticism in literature, my own understanding of what happened that night is: Tom ate the bread, and he died with Evelyn, which is a metaphor—— After his resurrection, he can completely be the Dark Lord who has no weaknesses.

As for why he chose to eat the bread, one was because he thought he and Evelyn both had horcruxes, which would not affect anything, and he could even know more about the horcruxes.The second is that Dove's relationship is always like a game. Evelyn gradually becomes a prey, and Tom gradually takes the absolute initiative.And this time, Evelyn is back in that even-handed position with Tom, in a very unconventional way.

Evelyn looked into Tom's eyes and said silently: You must know that there is something wrong with the bread, you always know everything, just like me, knowing that being with you is doomed to nowhere, I can only stay with you forever Hell, but I chose you anyway.Now it's your turn to make a choice, what would you choose?

Tom understood Evelyn's emotions, so after struggling for a long time, he swallowed the small piece of bread and responded to Evelyn, "Then let's stay in hell together forever, I love you." This is an extreme, Crazy to death romance, this is a "perfect and eternal love because of death", this is an overly dark and distorted warmth.

The above is just a family opinion, purely my own selfishness, and it is based on Tom's self-confidence that he and Evelyn have Horcruxes.Everyone can have a different understanding of Chapter 68. For example, my relatives and friends are very realistic. She thinks that Tom didn't come back that night.Again, literature and reality are two worlds, and literature does not matter if it is correct.

The finale of the next chapter.

Ending: The Realm of Eternity

BGM: Unchained Melody by Alex North

For Cynthia, the writer of "The Bad Seed," the story came to an end on the night of April [-], [-].Evelyn, the wanton wild rose, has completed her burning, and almost no one still remembers the name Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the story belonging to Evelyn and Tom is over.

However, this is not the real end of the story, death is just the end of a journey, it does not mean the end of everything, even on the contrary, it is the beginning of another adventure.

Evelyn could have taken back her horcrux to get a whole soul, but she didn't, she chose to destroy a piece of her soul.

"If we both die in the future, at least we can meet again in the illusion, and we can always stay together in the illusion. Thinking about it this way, we will never be separated, not even in death."

Let us let go of our obsession with that night in [-], and return to May [-], [-], which all wizards will remember.In the modern history of magic, this is regarded as a sign of the end of the Second Wizarding War, and it is also the day when the great savior Harry Potter killed Voldemort and brought light to the wizarding world.

When he was hit by the green light that bounced back, Tom suddenly remembered many things, many things from long ago.At that moment, the memory that had been separated by more than fifty years was so fresh and clear, as if reappearing yesterday, as if he had become a student of Hogwarts again, and standing beside him was his Eve .

He thought of that girl, she had a pair of green eyes that were more beautiful than the best quality emeralds, she loved to wear red skirts when she was a child, even though she was washed white, she still wore them stubbornly, and she was so beautiful when she laughed. Brilliant and pure.She walked into his life with unreserved warmth and enthusiasm, and she was the only rose in his barren land.

He thought of their past, the past that he thought had been forgotten but had already penetrated into his bones.How could he forget the girl who stubbornly protected him behind him?How can we forget that intoxicating Valentine's Day, that rainy night on April Fool's Day, that Christmas that was still in the midst of war, that gentle summer night?

He also remembered the song, "Like a child sleep, so warm, sodeep. You will find methere waiting for you. Nocturne. Wewillflyclaim the sky. Wedon'thavetowonderwhy. Always see always be. Come and dream the night with me. Nocturne. Thoughdarknesslay, it will give away. Whenthedarknightdelivers the day. Nocturne."

Tom Riddle was born with nothing, and everything he believed in and worshiped when Voldemort died was also in vain.

All say that, in his old age, the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, made his penance in the towers and cold winds of Nurmengard.Then, at the moment of dying, Tom also suddenly realized some truths that he once knew but didn't care about, those words that Dumbledore had tried to persuade, but he sneered at.

If all choices could be made from scratch, maybe he and Evelyn should really leave this damn magic world and try to live an ordinary life, although ordinary is always boring.But he has never felt that the power and honor he was madly pursuing are extremely boring, even tasteless, like now.

In these 50 years, Tom has experienced a lot, he really got the glory and immortality, he became the fear entity that ordinary people dare not even mention the name, he became the Dark Lord.The ugly Dark Mark that Evelyn laughed at alone has become a nightmare that everyone dare not look at directly. It represents Lord Voldemort's ultimate centralization of power.

The Ministry of Magic had become an empty shell, and Tom himself sat in a straw bag in the once glorious hall.Those hypocritical bureaucrats became his puppets, and they lived under his hands tremblingly; those pure-blood family wizards who once looked down on him crawled to his feet, kissed his robe corners, and called him "Master" in fear , eager to swear to him their absolute allegiance.

However, Tom never believed these people. They were just cowards who sought advantages and avoided disadvantages, temporarily hiding their sharp fangs.They are chasing interests that will never change. Once the wind changes slightly, they will move on hearing the wind.In order to control them as much as possible, Tom can only rule them with fear, so as to ensure their enough loyalty.

Many women had wooed him frantically, but those women fell in love with Lord Voldemort.The most fanatical of them all was called Bellatrix.Tom believed that whatever he told her she would do faithfully, without hesitation or doubt.Maybe she was more beautiful than Evelyn, and more capable than Evelyn. After all, Evelyn was an out-and-out fool with all kinds of shortcomings that he couldn't bear.

But she wasn't Eve, they weren't, none of them could be.

Tom couldn't help thinking, how did he lose Eve?Maybe it was the summer vacation of fourth grade, the unbreakable spell he set to gain knowledge of the dark arts; maybe he confronted Flora with a forged letter; maybe he planned to kill Perseus; maybe it was one of those years This time of silence and concealment; maybe it was his desire to control that made her unbearable, so they inevitably drifted away.

In [-], when Evelyn never came back, Tom really collapsed. After all, Evelyn was the only warm color in his gloomy world.He kept the note she wrote casually, and was going to give the girl a good lesson when she came back—does she know what "be back soon" is?

In countless gloomy dusks, he also stood at Tower Bridge, looking at the immutable and icy Thames, expecting the girl to cover his eyes from behind and call him "Tom" with a brisk smile. .Or when he was walking on Laszlo Street, he could see the group of children being pushed into the dirty gutter, and the girl was laughing and swearing, swearing and hurting.

The weather is getting warmer little by little, the sun orchids are in bloom on the side of the road, and everyone has changed into brighter and lighter summer clothes, but the girl doesn't even have a shadow.The temperature of Tom's heart cooled down slowly, as if being cooled by the wind.On the last evening, he kicked away a small jar so violently that he never went to that Tower Bridge again.

He never returned to Laszlo Street, or Halcyon Manor, any of the places where Evelyn had been.He can no longer look directly at roses of any color, because no matter what color the roses are, they will remind him of the girl who burns like a wild rose.He killed Flora, but this time, the taste of revenge did not fill the void in his heart.

"No matter what color the rose becomes, those who leave will never return."

One Christmas, when Walburga was sorting letters for him, a small box suddenly fell out.Walburga's face suddenly became ugly, and his hands froze in the air.They all know what it is.The ring that suits her eyes so well.Nagini immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere surging in the air, she arched her body, and "hissed" the letter into the small box.

He stared at the small box, and his tone was surprisingly calm, "Dispose of it, don't let me see it again." Walburga didn't answer, and left quickly with the things in silence.Everything seemed to be peaceful, but only Nagini knew that after Walburga left, he destroyed everything in the study like crazy.

Since Walburga broke his left arm and quit the Death Eaters, people who knew about him and Evelyn have almost disappeared. No one has ever heard of the name Evelyn, not even Nagini. Know.In this way, Evelyn completely disappeared into this world.But, has she really disappeared?disappeared from his life?Tom refused to think about it.

Years later, his staff brought back a Muggle woman with dark blond curly hair and black eyes.Tom recognized it almost at once. The woman was the little flower girl he had met many years ago when he and Evelyn went to see Casablanca.Back then, he bought her flowers on a whim just because he felt that the little girl looked like Evelyn when he was a child.The little girl didn't change much, she just grew up.

"What's your name."

When he asked this question, he noticed that several subordinates around him were looking at each other with surprised expressions on their faces.The woman wiped the tears from her face, raised her face and looked at him boldly, as if guessing his identity and age, and answered him in an almost curious tone: "Evelyn."

Tom stopped his wand-playing hand, stared at the woman's face for a few seconds, stood up abruptly, and walked out the door without looking back.A Death Eater behind him asked him, "Master, what should we do with her?" He stopped, and after a green light, everything was calm again, and the neat killing curse was the last mercy of the Dark Lord.

Speaking of which, in his memory, Evelyn was still the most beautiful girl, an image gradually perfected by time.So what is he in Evelyn's heart?If she met him like this, surely she wouldn't recognize him, right?Most importantly—after all this happened, why did he think she would still want to see him again?

When he came back to his senses, Tom noticed that now he was lying in a bright mist, but it was not like any fog he had seen before. General steam has not yet formed the surrounding scenery.The ground on which he lay appeared to be white, neither hot nor cold, just an ordinary existence, a flat, empty thing.

A man with golden eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, and announced in a calm voice: "As a broken soul, you will be trapped here forever." Looking around indifferently, there is nothing here except them.

"By the way. There is someone who has been waiting for you for 50 years. I think you should meet her."

The angel's tone sounded like boiling water. After all, he had witnessed too many stories, and this tragedy was not worth mentioning in his eyes.Tom froze for a moment.evelyn.It's been so long since he's said the name, it's as if the word is the glue that will hold his teeth and tongue together.

The angel continued to say in that casual tone: "But I have to inform you in advance that she probably doesn't remember you anymore. Because for the dead, the memories of life are the most meaningless things. They always forget Soon, within a few years, they won't even remember who they are. She is already slow to forget."

She is obviously a fool with a bad memory.

"She is the most stubborn person I have ever seen. In the past 50 years, she has turned into an eight-year-old girl every day, sitting on the long street transformed by her, sitting motionless for a long time, It’s never changed. Even I learned that song. But... I think she has long forgotten why she did it.” Tom’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and without saying anything, he moved away with difficulty. The sight on the face of an angel.

"You know? Even after all these years of being with you, I still can't understand you. Just like her, she destroyed the Horcrux herself, and it was barely atonement. She could go directly to King's Station. But she didn't, She will wait for you here, even though she may not be able to wait for anything." The angel looked Tom up and down seriously, "Until now, I still can't understand why she did this."

After speaking, the angel yawned, as if he had lost interest in the conversation. "She told me that if you really come, please let me pass this sentence to you. She said, I am sorry for making you wait hopelessly before, so now, let her wait for you instead. She will give you Last chance. She's right behind that door if you want to meet her."

The angel disappeared, as suddenly as he came