[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Larry didn't stay long, and soon went home for Christmas.As the holidays are approaching, there is more and more Christmas atmosphere in the laboratory. A small holly tree is placed at the door, and the branches are decorated with small balls tied with bows and shiny plastic stars. A row of words that read "Merry Christmas".Julie gave him a sock and told him to hang it by the bedside on Christmas Eve.He smiled reluctantly, thanking his mother for putting presents in his stocking every year because she believed Santa Claus was real, but this year he wouldn't receive any.The people in the research room were leaving, and he was the only one left homeless. Letters and packages outside could not come in, and even owls had to be intercepted.When Julie came home, he put the socks away in the bottom of the box and went to bed early on Christmas Eve.

He got up extra early on Christmas Day.Coastal California winters don't snow, but the rain is endless, the sky is gloomy, and the disturbing sound of raindrops rings from morning to night.He sat on the window sill, hugging his knees, watching the sky outside turn from dim to gray, and the gloomy light was shattered by the water droplets on the glass, distorting it into all sorts of weird and bizarre things.After half a morning passed, he felt a little tired, and didn't want to go back to the research room to face the endless work, so he went back to his dormitory room, took out the computer from under the pillow, and thought about whether he could make a game for himself play.

The funnest game he'd ever played was the mind game that only existed on the computers at Battle School.That game has the most cunning AI, she sees through his desire, his fear, seduces him with what he most expects, but blocks him with his greatest fear.He felt that he was tortured by that game to the verge of collapse, but he was willing to sink again and again.But he doesn't know how to design such a complicated game, he doesn't have the corresponding knowledge.

Oddly, he connected to the Hogwarts surveillance screen again, this time he chose his former dormitory.It was pure stupidity, everyone went back, Harry and Ron went to the Burrow for Christmas, the dormitory was empty.No, there was another person, lying on his bed, just waking up from a dream at this moment, fumbling for the package beside the bed.

It was Riddle, the only homeless person in the entire dorm.

Riddle didn't get any decent Christmas presents either.He thought it was amazing that on Valentine's Day, the chocolates Riddle received could be piled up as high as a hill, but on Christmas, the gift was only a humble brown paper bag, which was sent by Harry.Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna all knew Riddle well, but they wouldn't want to give Voldemort a Christmas present.The other DA members are not that familiar with Riddle, so they probably won't give gifts either.As for the more distant people, it is even more impossible.Christmas is a holiday for family reunion. People will only give gifts to their closest people, just like he rarely receives gifts from others.

Although the presents were few, Riddle didn't react at all. He was neither disappointed nor expected. Instead, he unwrapped Harry's package step by step, as if this was nothing new.There is a harmonica wrapped in a small brown paper bag, which is new, but it may be because the indoor light is dim and it does not look shiny.Riddle showed a slightly surprised expression, playing with the harmonica in his hand.He also looked at it carefully, but he didn't see anything special about this harmonica, it seemed to be a cheap Muggle product.

Riddle put the harmonica in his arms, put on his coat and went out.

In his memory, the most deserted Christmas dinner was the one in the third grade. There were only a dozen people in the school eating around a table.However, this year's Christmas was even more lackluster. There were not even ten people, and some teachers went home, leaving only one student.Riddle was standing at the entrance of the hall, Dumbledore was sitting at the dining table smiling and waving, Slughorn pretended not to see Riddle appearing, and chatted enthusiastically with the professor of herbalism.Professor McGonagall scowled, and Snape curled his thin lips.Riddle and the group stared at each other for a long time, then turned and left.

"Tom, today's turkey is delicious." Dumbledore still called out unwillingly.

Riddle completely ignored it.

Christmas at Hogwarts is always wrapped in snow.His gaze followed Riddle out of the castle. The field was covered in white, and he could vaguely distinguish a line of deep blackness under the cold sky. It was probably the Forbidden Forest covered with snow. The trunk is particularly prominent.A fragile layer of ice formed on the surface of the Black Lake. Riddle stopped by the lake for a while before sitting under a tree and took out the harmonica from his clothes.

The air is always cold after a snowfall.Riddle's exhaled white air stained the stainless steel surface of the harmonica with a layer of white haze.The other party wiped the harmonica with his gloves, and let the surface be as clean as before, and then put the harmonica on his lips that looked particularly gorgeous because of the cold weather, and started playing.It was a simple tune with only sixteen notes, probably because the other party hadn't touched a musical instrument for many years, the tune was a bit bumpy at first, and the pitch was not quite accurate, and it gradually became smoother.He has never heard this tune before, maybe it is a folk song somewhere, simple and clean, echoing in a clear wilderness between heaven and earth, and feels a little thin, as if it will be fragmented in the wind.

He put down the computer and chose the holographic projection, and the Hogwarts grounds appeared in his empty room, so real, as if he would make a creaking sound when he stepped on the snow, and his sight would be swayed when he took a breath. covered by white.He sat down on the other side of the tree, hugging his knees, leaning against the cold wall, and Riddle sat beside him, playing the harmonica intently, as if there was only one thing left in the world, and that was the sixteen The melody of the sound.

It was rare for him to see Riddle look so serious. He looked at the side of the other person, and his thin and pale face had an almost devout expression, so beautiful and peaceful that he unconsciously wanted to rely on it.They were so close that it seemed as if he could lean on each other's shoulders just by turning his body.However, this is just a perfect illusion. The vast land of North America and the magnificent Atlantic Ocean are separated between them, although he feels that the other party is very close.

As if sensing something, Riddle put down the harmonica and looked in his direction blankly, with nothing reflected in his eyes. "Are you there, Ender?" asked the other.

"I'm here." He called softly.

The other party showed a very faint smile, "Why are you so far away? Come, sit in my arms."

He got up and walked over, sat down in the other's arms, leaning his head against the wall, as if buried in the other's neck.

Riddle raised his hand, as if he was afraid of breaking him, and carefully stroked the hair that fell on his forehead.The phantom of the opponent passed through his body, not even a ray of wind swept away. "Can you feel it? Your hair is soft and cool under my fingertips."

"I can." He replied quietly.

"Do you like that tune? I wrote it, before Hogwarts."

"like."

"May I blow it to you?"

"Ah."

The simple melody repeated in his ears again and again, and gradually seemed to have some impromptu changes, but after sixteen notes, he could always return to the original point, as if the heartbeat always sounded at the most appropriate time, which made him feel Inexplicably at ease.Closing his eyes, he seemed to have forgotten where he was, and only hoped that time could stop and stop at this moment forever.

Tears fell down her cheeks, silently.

The melody stops the loop. "Why are you crying?" He felt the other party's fingertips wipe away the rolling tears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the other party's concerned expression.

"I feel so happy." He wiped away his tears, but couldn't force himself to smile.

"Fool, you never cry when you are wronged, but cry when you are happy." Riddle scolded him, lowered his head, and gently placed an untouchable kiss on his cheek.

That kiss seemed to make his whole body burn. He felt very scared, and couldn't restrain the urge to escape, but he was extremely greedy for the beauty of this moment.He knew that if Riddle was really by his side, he would definitely not dare to be so weak. There were too many calculations and uses between them, and Riddle's ambition was too great. crushed by desire.On the contrary, it was such a phantom that made him feel safe and peaceful like never before.

"Come back to me, okay?" The other party whispered in his ear, "I miss you."

"I won't go back." He sat in the empty room, huddling his body into a ball.

"Why can't we go back to the past? Back to the beginning, when the distance between us was not so far away."

"Because we can't go back."

"So can we stay in the present forever?"

"No, we will go on." He closed his eyes, "On our respective paths, we will go on."

"Why? Why can't time freeze at this moment, so that the happiness at this moment will never disappear?"

He hugged his shoulders, shaking uncontrollably. "Happiness is so painful, it is so hopeless that one tastes it once and is reluctant to continue."

"You are just too smart." The other party sighed, "Huiji will hurt you."

He turned off the computer, the view of Hogwarts disappeared from his eyes, and the room returned to its original gray state.The cold winter light shines through the windows, and dust swirls in the air.

Silence engulfed him, but his tears dried up.