[HP] How to properly feed the savior

In July, the sky in California is as blue as if it has just been painted, and the rich purple blue reflects the sun, which is extraordinarily vivid.He stood by the window and looked up. The yellow signboard and red roof of the fast food restaurant next to the gas station in the distance formed a sharp contrast with the eyes of the sky. There was no car on the highway, only the steam seemed a little Distorted scene.

He withdrew his gaze and closed the blinds. The sunlight outside was too harsh for him to see the computer screen clearly.On his left, the table is full of design sketches of space vehicles, and the recorded public lectures are displayed on the computer screen. In the past few months, he has devoted his energy to supplementing his missing basic knowledge.The people in the relevant departments do not allow him to go to university, so he can only attend classes in this way. He can communicate with the professors by email or voice-he prefers to use text, because once the professors hear that he has not even entered During the voice-changing period, it is inevitable to show a little contempt in the words.If you first establish a good impression with words, there will be no such unnecessary obstacles.

"Mr. Viking, a visitor is looking for you." His assistant announced via remote voice.

"Let the other party in." He felt a little confused. He remembered that there was no appointment for a guest today, so who would come here uninvited?

"Long time no see." The door was pushed open, and Riddle walked in with a smile, "Why, are you not happy to see me?"

"What are you doing here?" He knew that the other party would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. "If you are persuading me to go back, I suggest you die."

"I'm here to fulfill Dumbledore's will." Riddle put away his smile and said seriously.

He didn't answer.He already knew what the principal's last words were, and it depended on what Riddle wanted him to do.

Suddenly, the other party hugged him and held his body tightly in his arms.He tried to break free but couldn't.

"What are you doing?!" He was a little annoyed.If the other party thinks that these physical intimacy can be used to get close to him, it is really wrong.

"Replenish the power of love, this is what Dumbledore told me before he died." Riddle said solemnly.

He stopped struggling and let the other party hold him, even though he didn't really think it would bring any love power to the other party.

"The night before Dumbledore died, I know you never left my eyes." Riddle whispered in his ear, and his hot breath made his ears a little hot. "Before you asked Larry to go to the Weasley brothers, we couldn't do that kind of thing, but now we can. But I gave the headmaster the Gaunt family heirloom, and I need your help."

"We can't talk here." He pressed against the other's chest, his voice muffled. "I don't know if they will allow me to go back to the UK."

To his surprise, Julie easily agreed to his request, but asked to go back quickly.

"It just so happens that the CIA and the UK's MI6 have a cooperation project recently. Your going abroad is a diplomatic matter for the intelligence department. If you don't catch up with this opportunity, the declaration procedures will be very troublesome." When they were sitting in the car, Julie Said, "Besides, your performance in the past six months has been very good, so it can be regarded as a reward for you."

He and Riddle looked at each other, feeling that the woman was not telling the truth.

The procedure is so simple, and the performance is so impatient, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he has been prepared for a long time, just waiting for him to send a message to go to England.Thinking that since Larry proposed to use his wand before Christmas, the production plan of the gravitational bomb has disappeared like a stone and the sea. Probably this group of people has been studying his wand for half a year, but they still haven't come to any conclusions in the end, but It was not easy to return the wand to him and let him control the whole situation, so he came up with such a trick.Restrict him, let him move under surveillance, every link is controlled by them, and they think he won't see what they are up to.

That being the case, let them watch it.

"Where are you going?" Julie asked in the front row. "I'll arrange a plane and a special car for you."

"That's good." Riddle leaned on the sofa in the rear compartment with his arms pillowed on his head. "It's much higher than my treatment in England."

"We're going to London, the British Ministry of Magic." He turned to Riddle. "In what name?"

"You mean Pierce Thicknesse's guest?" Riddle said nonsense, "But he is the head of the Department of Law Enforcement, so he shouldn't be in charge of the Department of Mysteries."

"Let's go for it." He made a decision.Julie glared at them from the rearview mirror.

They ended up in the Ministry of Magic under the name of Piers Thicknesse.After Dumbledore's death, everyone in the British magic world was in danger, and the Ministry of Magic was also affected by a gloomy atmosphere. Scrimgeour's strong style did not bring much positive effect.They were led by Pierce, the head of the Department of Law Enforcement controlled by Death Eaters, into the death hall of the Department of Mysteries, and Julie followed them in fear - considering that she should be the first to visit the Ministry of Magic Muggle, such a performance is quite calm.

"Let me go in this time." Riddle pulled out Dumbledore's wand, licking his lips with some anxiety, "You come and show me the way."

He looked at the nervous look on the other side, knowing how difficult it is for a person who is trying to avoid death to enter this arch that symbolizes death, so he asked, "Are you afraid? I can do it instead, After all, I've been there once."

"I'm not afraid!" The other party immediately declared, "Since you can go in and then come out, then I can too."

Before the words finished, Riddle lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Where did he go?" Julie turned around the stone platform, as if she was inconceivable that Riddle disappeared out of thin air.

"Dead." He replied simply and clearly.

"What?" Julie looked at him suspiciously, "I'm telling you the truth."

"I didn't lie to you." He looked at the arch, wondering what would happen to Riddle in that world. "Have you been studying my wand for a while?"

"It seems that I can't hide it from you." When talking about her field, Julie regained her usual calmness. "You let us study, but you also think that we won't find anything?"

"If you haven't died, how can you understand the afterlife?" he asked rhetorically.

Julie was at a loss for words and didn't answer.

"Aren't you worried that he won't come back?" Julie couldn't help asking after waiting for a long time.

"The last time I went in, he was waiting outside like this. At that time, we didn't know what was inside." He recalled the situation at that time. If it wasn't for Riddle not giving up waiting, he might really not be able to get out. "He doesn't know if there is a way for me to come back, and he doesn't know if such waiting is purely stupid, but he still waits for me until I follow his guidance to return to this world. This time he goes in, I will wait like this He, no matter what happens, I will stand here and guide the way for him to come to me."

"Since you're so sure, I'll wait with you." Julie found a seat on the stone steps and sat down.

Waiting is hard.Time passed by, and the curtain was still fluttering quietly like when he saw it for the first time, as if someone had just passed through there, listening carefully, the sound had not yet passed away.However, there was only silence in the huge death hall, not even the slightest sound of the wind.Both he and Julie were patient people, and neither of them spoke first, and even Julie never looked at her watch.

I don't know how long it took before Riddle lifted the curtain and walked out.Only then did he realize that his muscles were sore and his joints were not very flexible.Riddle held him in his arms, and reproached, "Why are you standing and waiting? It's not good for yourself."

"I always thought you were coming out soon, so I didn't care." He moved his arm, and it felt okay.

"How long have I been in?" Riddle asked Julie.

"Eight hours and 39 minutes." Julie stretched her muscles and made the sound of kalakali.

"Fortunately, I didn't miss it." Riddle estimated the time, "Let's go, let's go to Little Whinging District."

"Are you going to eat on the way?" Julie raised her eyebrows, "Also, where is Xiaohuijin District?"

"An ordinary house in England." Riddle replied casually, "There is no need to find out if the British government has hidden some secret agency somewhere. We are looking for someone. Our classmate, Harry Potter, I think You Americans should have heard the name too."

"The savior. Yes, we know him." After walking out of the Ministry of Magic, Julie immediately arranged for a security check, mobilized satellites, ambushed snipers, and informed the relevant British authorities. "Is he related to your project?"

"He has little to do with what we're going to do. It's his aunt we're looking for."

"Penny Dursley?" He frowned, not knowing when Riddle began to care about a Muggle. "What are you looking for with her?"

"Before putting it into use, you should always do a test to ensure safety." Riddle said briskly, "If your deduction is correct, then Petunia Dursley, yes, a Muggle, should be able to use magic of?"

"I know what you're going to test." He dared to say that Riddle must have made a bunch of invisibility cloaks to accommodate the production of different types of gravity devices. "But why does it have to be Mrs. Dursley?"

"Because I found a letter when sorting out the things Dumbledore left for me. It turned out that Harry's aunt who hated magic once applied to study at Hogwarts."

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