Vodai Ecstasy

11

"Hey, this is not the place for you!"

The girl's hasty footsteps were startled by the sudden sound.Myrtle turned her head in a hurry, and the corridor leading to the confinement room was empty. Although she felt that Nord's gentle interpersonal relationship would not be too bad, but such a cold corridor made her have to have a new look at the boy in her heart. Take a different view.

"Hey, here! Where the hell are you looking! Leave quickly, little girl, this is not where you should be."

Only then did Myrtle realize that the source of the sound was only a bust of marble statue above the door. She was slightly relieved, and wondered how to make the doorkeeper shut up obediently.

"Uh... sir, I'm just passing by... May I ask if you can't walk here?" Myrtle's eyes drifted, and she bit the bullet and told a lie that she didn't believe: "I mean...wasn't it possible to walk here before?"

The statue was obviously satisfied with the respectful title of "Mr." It had been too long since a student had used such a respectful title.He tried to raise his neck, but unfortunately, this action only left another pile of gravel on the ground, and the crack on his neck deepened a little.The stone statue embarrassingly imitated those portraits, cleared its throat, and said solemnly: "This is a confinement room. You must get the principal's approval to enter. Unrelated personnel leave immediately."

"Okay, okay." Myrtle squeezed her wand, estimated her own strength, and could only say bitterly, "Then can I stay here?"

"What do you want to do?" The statue looked at the girl in front of him suspiciously, and suddenly realized: "I heard about you from the portrait, the girlfriend of that brat!" After finishing speaking, he disdainfully said: "What a young man!" I don’t know the heights of the sky and the depths of the love, this is not a place for you to talk about love, let’s go.”

"Please, sir, I'll just have a word with him." The girl lowered her voice and begged.

"This..." The statue seems to be in hesitation, and the girl in front of him looks like he is about to cry. Although he has never experienced human emotions, it doesn't seem like a good thing to beat the romantic feelings between young people... ...Just when he was about to nod, there were slightly disorderly footsteps at the end of the corridor again.

"Do not."

This was enough for him to make a final decision, and the statue said with a straight face: "Let's go, let's go."

Myrtle glared at him angrily, turned her head and ran downstairs, and happened to pass Anne holding the portrait on the corridor.

Anne didn't recognize the intersection between the girl running in front of her and her son. She was busy negotiating with Dippet, and had to appease the chattering ancestor in the portrait, but Slughorn yelled: "Oh my God! It's getting dark, where are you going?"

Myrtle bowed her head in silence and ran away.

Slughorn had no choice but to turn around and continue to help the headmaster appease the mother: "After all, this is what the Ministry of Magic wanted. We know that Ian has always been a good boy, but he violated the rules..."

"Does Slytherin care about the rules?"

Annie didn't speak, but the white-bearded old man in the portrait snorted first: "Don't jump to conclusions so early, who can be sure that he did the previous one?"

"You probably need to discuss this with the Ministry of Magic." Dippet really lacked interest in entertaining such a ghost, but since the parents of the students came to him, he felt that he couldn't lose the etiquette due to the principal.Anne obviously saw this, and said seriously: "We don't want to make things difficult for Hogwarts, but this matter is of great importance after all, I just want to talk to him, at least I don't want to be a wife and mother, in my My husband and my children didn't know anything until they were brought before the Ministry for a hearing."

"Of course," Dippet continued, "Your request is very reasonable, but..." His eyes turned half a circle on the large picture frame: "The Ministry of Magic stipulates that it is forbidden to bring in magic items during visits." , your wand needs to be kept temporarily, as for this..."

"Since when has Hogwarts been so afraid of pressure from the Ministry of Magic?"

Before Anne could speak, Mild had already yelled: "Why am I an object? I just died and didn't disappear. I have my own will! Besides, that kid Ian hasn't been tried yet, right? He's not a prisoner yet, even It’s not good to see his ancestors teach others?”

"This is the rule, sir." Dippet added flatly: "But you don't have the body that a living person should have, and the magic circle on the door won't let you pass through."

"Is there no way? Professor." Annie said: "I heard that the reason why Ian activated the space-time magic is because of an eastern ghost. If you can let Mild talk to Ian, I think it will be very good. Helps, so far he won't say anything, has he?"

Dippet looked at the picture frame covered with white cloth with some hesitation, and said hesitantly, "But that doesn't meet the regulations..."

"I think we should have a corresponding solution?" Slughorn said with a smile: "You see, the magic circle is just a magic item to block other people. If Principal Dippet brings Mr. Nord's portrait into it Bring it out again, I don’t think it will violate the regulations?”

Annie glanced at Slughorn waveringly, but a discordant voice came from the portrait again: "What? You want to throw me to this little fur kid? No, I refuse. The portrait left by Sophia cannot Let other men touch it."

Annie thought about it: "Is there really no other way?"

Slughorn shook his head. "We can't change this magic at will."

The three of them had already stopped in front of the confinement room, and Annie was silent for a while:

"If you will... but if this portrait hadn't been encountered by someone outside our family, he might be a little uncontrollably manic..."

"Ok?"

Apparently the two professors didn't understand what the "mania" of the portrait looked like. Annie glanced at the closed stone door with some embarrassment, then closed her eyes and ruthlessly wrapped the portrait in a white cloth and stuffed it into Dipei. In Te's arms, he immediately covered his ears.

"Annie!"

The cry from the portrait can be described as shrill, but fortunately, the witch had already retreated several meters with foresight, but Dippet's hand was shaken a few times, and the portrait almost fell to the ground.

"Hey! Be careful! What the hell are you thinking? A bunch of idiots!"

Mild yelled again, this time Dippet had learned from the past, he stuffed the portrait into Slughorn's arms again, and pushed him two steps towards the stone door.

"Hey! How dare you! Stupid! Stupid pig! Stupid ass!"

Slughorn unexpectedly showed his reflexes, and the fat middle-aged professor rushed into the confinement room, and quickly threw the portrait in front of Nord before he was deafened by the magic sound. Immediately, under the surprised eyes of the young man, he slipped out at the speed of light, and the moment the stone door closed again, the three people outside the door unanimously let out a sigh of relief.

"what happened?"

The boy's hand tore off the wrapped white cloth, and the screaming of the portrait stopped abruptly. The old man climbed up from the edge of the picture frame, looked around carefully, and then said dissatisfied: "Are all children so rude now? The old bones are going to be thrown away."

"Why did you come here?" Ian ignored the portrait's complaints and repeated his question.

"Then I have to ask why you were put in confinement." Mild rolled his eyes: "What are you capable of? Still stealing your father's key? Do you know that officials from the Ministry of Magic have come to the door? Your father is going to have a big meal this time." deficit."

Ian pouted and didn't answer.

Seeing the child's recalcitrance, the old man said helplessly, "I said earlier that you should not approach her. Even if you are not worried about your father, you have to see what your situation is now, right?"

Ian turned his face away and said softly, "Dad will take care of it...will they expel me from school?"

"Are you scared now?"

The boy shook his head: "I just feel that I am a failure and I can't do anything." He turned his head to look at the portrait and said, "If I hadn't obeyed him at the beginning, wouldn't all of this be what it is today. "

"What's the use of talking about it now?" Mild yawned a long time: "Unless you can go back to an earlier time and wake up the old you."

"Won't that trigger the space-time paradox?" Ian wondered, it seemed that he thought about this possibility seriously.

"Sure," Mild rolled his eyes again, wishing to pry open the brain of the kid in front of him to see what messed things were inside: "Once you go back to the past, the future will change accordingly, who Knowing that would be better or worse? Not everything can be solved by going back to the past, otherwise there is no such thing as cherishing the present."

"I just..." The boy seemed to try to struggle, but he gave up, "You didn't tell me why I couldn't approach her."

"Ah...well, cough, it's not too important."

"It's very important." Ian said dejectedly: "I don't know anything about her, and your warning is also inexplicable. I'm the only one kept in the dark. This feeling is terrible."

The old man tilted his head and looked at the boy seriously for a while, then said slowly: "So what did you do? Did you really go to the East?"

"Suzhou." Ian said softly: "Her hometown, but she doesn't exist there... I searched for a long time before I found out that she was dead..." The boy clenched his fists: "Someone told me it was all because of Riddle , her soul was taken and they couldn't find her."

"It seems that you also know." Mild sighed: "That soul has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end."

"But how dare he do that?" The boy roared softly, his eyes were red, full of unwillingness and resentment: "How dare he!"

"He has already done it." Mild said calmly: "It's what you do next."

"Me?" The boy looked blankly at the soul on the portrait, and asked back, "What else can I do?"

"At least, choose to stay or leave."

"Can I stay?"

"Otherwise, why would I come here?" The portrait's voice became calmer and more unfamiliar to Ian: "But every choice has a price."

The night grew quieter.

In the underground castle, the giant snake has fallen into a deep sleep, and even the air in the secret room seems to have condensed.The heroine at the center of the storm saw the water ripple in her eyes at this moment, she shook her head and begged:

"Come on, Tom."