[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Slughorn was poisoned.The body was found in the office, and the poisoned mead was on the table. Judging from the packaging, it was a Christmas gift ordered by Slughorn. Maybe because he forgot to give it away, he drank it himself.There is no doubt in the whole case, it is very simple, the only question is, who is the murderer, or who is behind the scenes?

When he turned on the monitor to check the latest developments, Harry and Riddle were in the principal's office, Dumbledore's face was extremely ugly, and Snape stood beside him with the same terribly gloomy expression.

"The mead contained a potent poison. As soon as Slughorn drank it, his limbs convulsed and he fell to the ground. There was no chance to take the antidote, although the antidote was only three steps away from him." Nep said softly. "As the bottle was opened and the packaging was damaged, we cannot confirm at what point the poison was placed in the bottle."

"Ask him! He did the poison!" Harry yelled, pointing at Riddle. "He's been plotting to murder Professor Slughorn for a long time!"

"You have to talk about evidence. Do you have any real evidence to prove that I poisoned you?" Riddle crossed his arms and sneered.

"Because of that memory! You got it from Slughorn, but you didn't want me to get it, so you killed him!" Harry said angrily, "You said that the Cruciatus Curse can break his mental barrier, so he can get The real memory, but Professor Dumbledore won't allow it...so you secretly do it! Then you find out that what Slughorn knows will pose a threat to you, and you have sufficient motives for committing the crime!"

"Having a motive for committing a crime does not mean committing a crime. Do you have enough brains to distinguish between the two?" Riddle rolled his eyes, "Yes, I wanted to kill him, but if I really did, I would definitely not let you It is easy to suspect me. This simple and crude modus operandi is too inconsistent with my criminal art."

"Professor, he has admitted!" Harry turned to the headmaster immediately. "And he has a history of poisoning before!"

Dumbledore let out a long sigh.

Nor did he think Riddle had killed Slughorn, even though Riddle was the prime suspect.However, compared with ordinary murderers, Riddle is closer to a serial killer, committing crimes many times, and the style of committing crimes has a fixed pattern.Through Dumbledore's lectures, coupled with the memory in the diary, he has learned the whole process of Riddle's three murders, and these three murders are manslaughter, impulsive homicide and premeditated murder. It's very similar—the way of killing people is relatively straightforward, and the way of killing people can be understood through autopsies. However, Riddle can always blame others, and almost no one suspects it.The manslaughter of Myrtle was blamed on Hagrid, and it was Riddle himself who reported it. The Ministry of Magic sentenced Hagrid without sufficient evidence.The murder of the biological father's family was blamed on Morfin. Riddle made Morfin confess the crime by tampering with his memory, and because Morfin had a criminal record for assault, the Ministry of Magic still did not suspect other possibilities.Ms. Smith's case was done more hastily. Although the preparation was hasty, since the culprit was a house elf, Riddle was at best only suspected of stealing, but not of murder.Even if it's not for killing people, Riddle also likes to pass the price of his bad deeds on to others, such as getting revenge on Romilda and Snape, but letting Harry take the blame. This has almost formed an instinct, or inertia, in this In the case, there was no scapegoat, obviously not Riddle's style.

"Harry, the bottle of wine that Professor Slughorn drank was originally given as a gift, but he drank it himself in the end because of his negligence. The person who poisoned the murderer probably didn't Professor Slughorn, but the recipient of the gift." Dumbledore explained wearily.

"But..." Harry still didn't give up, "But Professor Slughorn won't forget to give gifts for no reason, right? There must be something strange about it."

"There's nothing strange about it." Riddle said sarcastically, "He's just like this, good things are reluctant to give away, and they end up in his own stomach."

"You know it very well!" Harry was excited again, "You just calculated that Professor Slughorn would drink that bottle of wine by himself, so you used the gift as a smoke bomb to deliberately draw our attention to elsewhere!"

"I won't base the success of the murder on whether Slughorn is greedy." Riddle waved his hand impatiently, "The murderer's method is too rough, it's not thoughtful at all, everyone The link is full of loopholes, don't plant this obviously rookie behavior on my head."

"Because you're a veteran murderer, aren't you?" Harry said viciously.

"That's right." Riddle gritted his teeth, "I'm this kind of villain. If something goes wrong, just catch a villain and act as the murderer. Isn't that the logic of you?"

"Who else would kill and conspire? Except you and your future?" Harry said loudly. "Either you did it, or you ordered someone else to do it. Are there any exceptions?"

"Harry, I fully understand your suspicion, go back to the common room first, I need to talk to the prime suspect alone." Dumbledore turned to Snape again, "Severus, you take Harry Go back and notify the other deans to check if there are any insiders in your college."

Snape rolled his lips in disgust, but still took Harry away.There were only two people left in the principal's office.

"That little idiot is really right," Riddle smiled cruelly. "It's not me who does bad things, but my future."

The principal buried his head in his palms, as if he had been crushed by the burden of responsibility. "Tom, it's not funny."

"I understand that our sense of humor is usually not in the same world." Riddle shrugged, "You know very well that you played it off yourself this time, and you always think that you can sit back and relax by putting the risk factor under your nose...ah , you haven’t been in the school very much this year, so Hogwarts is not always under your control. Okay, is it out of the basket?”

"I didn't call you here to listen to your cynicism." The principal raised his head, looking exhausted. "Professor Slughorn has left, and we have one less teacher. Professor Snape can go back and teach Potions, but Defense Against the Dark Arts needs a new teacher. I would like to ask you to fill the position, What do you think?"

Riddle was stunned for a moment, and after a while he looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, "I remember today is not April Fool's Day..."

"I'm not joking with you." Dumbledore's tone was weak. "You want this position, I'll give it to you, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"But I haven't graduated yet..."

"Tom, we all know that the professors in the school can't teach you anymore, and this will not delay your studies."

"That's not what I meant... um..." Riddle pursed his lips, "I have no reason to refuse, right? But is this considered a temporary substitute, or is it considered a formal appointment?"

"Temporary substitute. We don't accept young wizards who haven't graduated as professors. It's against the rules. You don't have to worry. You can become a full-time teacher after you graduate, instead of waiting for another two years."

"That's not bad, I accept the appointment." Riddle smiled happily. "Will I have a separate office?"

"I will assign you a new room, you can pack your luggage first." Dumbledore nodded, watched Riddle leave, and suddenly stopped him, "Tom, that child will be very sad these days , do something for him, okay?"

"No one can do anything for me when I'm sad." Riddle turned his back to the principal, with his hands still on the door frame.

"So you understand how difficult it is. Do something nice, Tom."

Riddle was silent for a while, "Well, since you asked so."

After leaving the principal's office, Riddle did not return to the dormitory immediately, but opened the snow globe, checked the location, and turned to the boys' bathroom on the seventh floor.When Riddle approached the bathroom door, a sobbing voice came from inside, "...I can't help it, he said he would kill me, I have to do something, I don't know it will be like this result……"

"Don't do this." It was Myrtle who spoke, "I can help you, tell me what you are going to do...Senior! Why are you here?!"

Malfoy, who was sobbing while leaning on the sink, turned around, and the last trace of blood disappeared from his face.

"Is it you?" Myrtle saw Malfoy's expression, and stood between Malfoy and Riddle bravely, "You want to kill him, just like you killed me back then?"

"I didn't kill you on purpose." Riddle looked around absently, and finally picked a sink that looked relatively clean, and half leaned on it. "Just like that little boy behind you didn't mean to kill Slughorn."

"You know all about it?" Malfoy's lips trembled, and his pale blond hair stuck to his forehead, looking very embarrassed. "He... he also knows?"

"I haven't reported it to him yet." Riddle folded his arms. "But that's a matter of time. He won't be satisfied. Slughorn is an important character who might support us. His unexpected death will make those People who were originally on the sidelines stood on the opposite side of us. However, what is more unforgivable than this is that you have not completed the task he gave you—"

Malfoy shuddered violently. "Will he—would—"

"Oh, he won't attack your family. He temporarily lives in Malfoy Manor because it's big enough and it can make your family fearful every day." Riddle smiled maliciously, "He doesn't Will kill them, because the way to torture your parents is to keep them alive, and live to see you die. He is now one more excuse to kill you."

"Why...why did he do this? We're loyal to him—"

"I guess it's probably because of me." Riddle said calmly, "Your father sent me to Hogwarts, trying to use me to drive Dumbledore away, but failed, instead By exposing me to Dumbledore, it was tantamount to offering his weakness to Dumbledore. This is unforgivable. But he was generous enough to give your father a chance to redeem himself, but your father Fucked up again... so it's up to you to take the blame. You still have a chance of success, but if you think killing Dumbledore will appease him, you're wrong."

"Why?" Malfoy asked fiercely, "Everyone knows that Dumbledore is his most feared enemy!"

"Afraid?" Riddle sneered, "You said I was afraid of that bad old man who was about to fall into the ground?!"

"I'm sorry...that was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..." Malfoy's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

Riddle squinted at Malfoy, "You don't understand what it means to serve your master, do you?"

"sorry, I……"

"I don't need your apology. I didn't come here to listen to your begging for mercy. You can leave these words to your master. I dare say he will question you soon." Riddle's eyes were cold, making Marr Fu trembled even more. "I came to you because Dumbledore sent me to comfort you."

"What?" Malfoy froze suddenly, staring blankly at Riddle.

"He cares about you very much, ah, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, do you think you made such a big move in Hogwarts, Dumbledore can still not know? He knew from the beginning that you were going to kill him , knowing that you were responsible for Katie Bell's accident, and that Slughorn died because the old slug drank the wine you poisoned him with. Your behavior in There are no secrets in his eyes."

"Then he still... wants you to comfort me?" Malfoy still hadn't recovered from the shock.

"He cares about the purity of your soul." Riddle turned his head away, deliberately not looking at Malfoy, "You don't understand the meaning of killing people, just like you didn't understand what you were doing when you agreed to become a Death Eater. Young man Well, there are always all kinds of misunderstandings about the world, and will make irreparable mistakes because of this misunderstanding. He wants to help you, hold you back while you can, and it's not too late. Night."

"I don't need his help! I can do it well! I can..." Malfoy was still very tough at first, but then slowly softened, and the lingering voice became indistinct in the small sobs, but forced Stop, sulk, pretend nothing happened.

"Hmph, the Malfoys are always so proud, and Abramovich used to be too." Riddle muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Malfoy pricked up his ears, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he quickly changed his words, "Sorry, I was asking, why did he send you here?"

"Who knows what he thinks, maybe it's because I made the same mistake, and the victim's ghost is standing in this washroom." Riddle glanced at Myrtle, "Maybe it's because... you My grandfather, Abraxas, used to be my best friend."

The author has something to say: Thank you Cheng Aiwa for mine X5~(≧▽≦)/~