[HP]Aluet

I stayed up all night. When the first ray of sunshine hit my face the next morning, I sat up, pulled away the chair in front of the square table, and took out the blank letter paper and envelopes at the bottom of the press box.

After more than ten hours of confusion, I finally made a decision.The key should not be given to Sirius by me, so I am going to put it in Dumbledore's place. Similarly, I don't want to give it to Sirius right away. I plan to wait until Sirius graduates to get the Alphard The support given to him was when he really needed the money the most.

At least, after this low period passes.I think so.

I guessed what Sirius and Alphard were feeling, but I found that no matter how much I tried to empathize with them, I still couldn't actually get the same emotional feedback as them, but I probably could use other emotions I experienced. After doing this, my tears stained the ink on the paper, and suddenly I could no longer write, and a deep powerlessness and despair swept over my whole body.

I took out part of the money in the storage box and put it together with some odds and ends, just like my father used the identity of Kande to help me when I was in school, I began to carefully consider what I could use in school , and send them out.

Before that, I changed to a clean piece of paper, finished writing with a regular letter, and finally dropped the name of Alphard Black on the envelope.

Every once in a while, I do this on repeat.

The autumn wind cooled the sweltering air by half, and also blew away the haze covering my heart a little.When I passed by Hogsmeade, I saw another small and ugly yellow flower with only three sparse petals on the station sign, which was obviously written by Fletcher.

Since my right arm was healed from the blast, he began to work on my body without saying a word.I originally wanted to accuse him of being careless and irresponsible, but since nothing major happened, and I had been training in St. Mungo for so long, I didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore.Fletcher didn't mention it, didn't ask, just pretended it didn't happen, but since then he's been like a different person, no matter what he does, he never asked me for a little money, not even a Nat .He probably wanted to make amends for this - which actually made my prejudice against him fade a lot.

We originally agreed on a secret sign, different colors represent different locations, and different locations represent different times, but I was fed up with him turning chewing gum into various colors and pasting it on, even though a clean-up can restore the stop sign to its original state, I Still feeling physically uncomfortable.Fortunately, after I said "I'm going to throw up" to him once, he never did it again, and started to change to this lame method.

"Last time I told you that I followed the clues to find out where the missing people were taken—" Fletcher put out his cigarette with some reluctance, "I'm wasting my time! I just said why the previous There is no clue left in the disappearance case, but clues have been found in the last few cases."

"How to say?"

"The people who disappeared recently are not missing at all. They are all well placed by the Ministry of Magic. It is a few Aurors who disguised their identities."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"It means—this is the plan of Dumbledore and Crouch."

"plan?"

"Yes. But obviously, I don't care about this kind of thing." Fletcher pouted.

On the way back, I wondered why Dumbledore hadn't told me anything about the plan for so long.Thinking about it, it might be because only members of the Order of the Phoenix knew about it, and I had already quit the Order of the Phoenix, so it wouldn't be so unreasonable not to tell me anyway.

But a week later, Dumbledore still found me and told me the whole plan.

"The Ministry of Magic's investigation of the previous disappearance cases has been clueless, so Barty Crouch and I discussed this plan to let the Aurors disguise themselves as others, create the illusion of a new disappearance case, lead to a fake stronghold, and attract the mastermind behind the scenes." Let's go to investigate, and this 'stronghold' needs to be extremely concealed and certain protective measures should be taken to reduce the enemy's alertness." He sighed, as if hesitating for something, and then said after a few seconds, "This is I informed Crouch of the plan, but in fact, my purpose is not here, so I may need your help, Ashley."

"what can I do?"

"I don't think a new target in the same direction as the mastermind would make him feel worth the risk of investigating. My target is actually—" Dumbledore said slowly, "Tom Riddle, to be precise. "

My eyelids twitched involuntarily.Dumbledore was watching my expression, and I didn't respond.

"As you said, the disappearance case is likely to be from Grindelwald's remaining party, so Tom will be more interested in this matter than the unknown third-party forces..." He said, "Investigate Grindelwald's remnant party also matches your usual purpose, and you have his curse on you."

According to him, his plan has been implemented for about half a month.

"You mean, let me give him a head start to lure him out?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes."

I lowered my head, and after a long thought, I asked again: "So, what happens next?"

"Put him in Azkaban, let the Death Eaters lose their core, and reduce one hostile force."

"Azkaban can't keep him." I shook my head.

"I have a solution." Dumbledore followed me.

He waited silently for my response.He was probably worried about whether I would agree to his proposal, but in fact I had no reason to disagree.If Dumbledore has a way to trap him in Azkaban, then this is the best choice. I have always longed for the war to end earlier, and now this opportunity is in front of me.

But my heart is still heavy.I sighed and nodded in agreement with Dumbledore's plan.

The false stronghold takes advantage of the natural concealment of the woods, and there is a full-grown devil tree in it-I am familiar with the name.According to Dumbledore, the branches and heart of the devil tree are protected by them under the wooden house, only part of the roots are exposed to the surface, and ordinary spells will not harm the origin of the devil tree.For a hidden devil tree, it is extremely easy to create a powerful illusion, and basically it is impossible to detect it when it is deeply involved.And my task is very simple, lead Riddle to that wooden house, and then transform away.Illusions will only confuse people's minds, and will not directly harm people. Dumbledore cast a tracking spell on the wooden house, and I can follow the route to find it. I just need to pretend to make the whole process more difficult in the illusion. .

The whole forest was shrouded in a cloud.

After struggling to find a place to stay in the grass and bushes, I gave up walking after a few minutes, and flew into the air in shape, shuttling between the branches and leaves.I deliberately spared three laps, and I wasted a few hours before I slowly approached the destination a little bit.

I don’t know how long it took, the road in front of me suddenly opened up, I walked on the ground again, and when I looked back, I realized that the white fog was spreading endlessly behind me, and I didn’t even realize when I was deep into the thick fog. So much so that you can only see the area within ten feet.

I thought of that terrible blue and white face, even though I knew that as long as I was clearly in the illusion, the illusion would not be able to harm me, but a little fear surged in my heart uncontrollably.

I walked forward cautiously, when I suddenly stepped on something soft, I raised my foot and looked down, and suddenly my hairs stood on end—a thick snake twisted its body and wound up around my ankle.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw more and more snakes swimming towards me from the mist, I closed my eyes, forced myself to forget about the cold and terrifying touch of the scales, and moved towards the target with great effort pace.Finally, after 10 minutes of torment, the feeling on my body disappeared, and I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my eyes again.

There was an uneasy breath in the air, as if there were countless pairs of eyes watching me in the invisible fog. I turned my head three times suspiciously, and the hand holding the wand was sweating.

It's all hallucinations.I tell myself.As long as you get to the destination, everything is over.

However, the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.I stopped suddenly, looking at the doll with a stiff face in front of me, sweating profusely all over my body.I hesitated for a long time, bit the bullet and took a few steps forward.My legs started shaking - joke!Even if you know it's all fake, but such a weird thing appears in front of you and looks straight at you with those black hole-like eyes, who wouldn't be afraid?

Just when I was only a few steps away from it, its body suddenly began to swell rapidly, its face became more and more ferocious, and a piercing and shrill smile came out from its gaping bloody mouth, and it went straight to my face. When I bit it, I was so frightened that I changed my shape with a "bang", and I didn't even need to make a transition—probably because fear stimulated my potential, I flapped my wings desperately twice, and rushed At the end of the tracking spell, I flew over, the face behind me was still chasing persistently, I zigzagged around several trees, the time it took for you to chase me was like a year, my head I slammed into a hard object and made a loud noise. I was dizzy and fell from mid-air.

After I managed to react, I realized that there was no solid ground underneath—I probably confused the pain from the impact on my head with the sensation on my body.I blinked, and the location of the tracking spell was here. I was afraid I ran too fast just now, and bumped into the wall without noticing.

It wasn't until I got out of the deformed state that I realized that I was being hugged horizontally, my hands were wrapping around someone's neck, and that pale and thin face was still the same as before.I stared at Riddle's profile, and after a brief moment of blankness, my face turned cold.

I struggled to step on the ground, and he let go, allowing me to keep a distance from him to ensure that I would not touch him.

I didn't expect him to show up.At least it was earlier than I expected, and I was not ready to meet him.

I glared at Riddle, the man who once swore that he would kill me the next time he saw me, now stood in front of me with a calm expression, as if he had completely forgotten about it.But inappropriately, my mind flashed his arm injured by the backlash of the killing curse that forcibly changed the trajectory, and the night when he returned the ring to me, and I found that my momentum began to decrease rapidly until it disappeared. My eyes can no longer be hardened, I can only dodge my eyes in embarrassment, desperately wanting to escape and break away from the silence of this moment.

Before my brain was able to think clearly, I ignored him, touched the door lock, felt the powerful protective spell, and began to silently try to break it.

The protective spell was gradually dissolved by me, and it took a few minutes for Riddle to help me with it.

The double protection spell was finally broken, I unlocked it, walked in the door, Riddle followed in, and the door closed again.I looked around this spacious and empty house. An anti-apparition spell was set up here. Only the candles used for lighting were lit. Light aroma.I felt that my actions began to be restricted to a certain extent, and the surrounding air seemed to form an invisible net to envelop me.My sanity was in a trance for a short while, I shivered, bit the tip of my tongue to force myself to wake up.This place is too close to the origin of the devil tree, I have completed the task, it is time to quickly transform and leave here.

"Aisley."

I heard Riddle call my name.

I frowned and looked back at him.Riddle took a step towards me, and when he was only one person away from me, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could no longer move an inch.

"You participated in this plan just to lure me into the bait, didn't you?" He said lightly.

"You've fallen into this trap," I said. "Your ego has killed you. How can you get out this time?"

Riddle turned his head and sprinkled some Floo powder on the nearby fireplace. A green flame was burning, but it was quickly extinguished.

"You're not connected to the Floo network here. Don't do your work." I hate how he still looks like he doesn't care in this predicament.

He raised his hand to touch my cheek, but I didn't dodge it, maybe I was giving him the last chance, because the next time we meet again, it will be in the dark Azkaban, maybe... I will never go there again meet him.

I didn't realize my eyes were wet because my whole body was numb.

I saw faint golden threads entangled on his body, probably Dumbledore had set up some kind of formation here in advance.Soon, silk threads also began to wrap around my body, and as long as I transform into a bird, these will no longer interfere with me—just like those dementors have no sense of animals, and these ropes that restrict movement can only will take effect on people.

Riddle was still trying to get closer to me, but in the end he could only stop at a step away.

"Unfortunately," I adjusted my breathing, "You have no chance to kill me."

"I..." His voice paused for a few seconds, "I didn't intend to kill you."

Riddle dropped his eyes, and with his other hand he tried to grab my left hand, and after a difficult effort, he succeeded.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked softly.

"what?"

"We've been fighting openly and secretly for too long."

I looked at him coldly: "You are not tired, why am I tired?"

"We shouldn't be like this." Riddle looked into my eyes calmly, as if I forced him to make things develop to this point today, "I thought you would understand." He squeezed his hand harder Now, the ring on my ring finger is hurting me, and I can clearly feel its existence again.He seemed to want to convey to me some other emotion, and after a momentary wavering that made me feel bad, I forced myself not to accept what he wanted me to understand.

"It's pointless, Riddle," I said.

"You don't want me to kill people. I haven't done that for a long time." He said slowly, "I know what is the standard in your heart to measure all this. You don't want to see war, and I hope war can happen sooner. It's over. But you should also know. Since how long ago, this war has been out of my control. We shouldn't treat each other as enemies for life, Ashley, it's time to end this farce."

I stared blankly into his deep eyes, I couldn't believe it was something he could say, but he did say it.

My heart was throbbing uncomfortably, but I knew I couldn't—I couldn't forgive him for anyone who'd been hurt by him and his Death Eaters.

He should stay in Azkaban, maybe he should spend the rest of his life atoning for this, this is his destination.

"You're lying to me." I shook my head with a wry smile, "What are you still trying to use me for?" I didn't look at him, "It's useless, I won't do anything for you, and I won't do anything for you Please, you deserve it."

"I know, and I don't want you to do anything for me." He stared at the increasingly clear golden threads on his hands and arms, "Look at the layout here. Forced restrictions in a certain area, as long as I leave this area , the restriction will be instantly invalidated.”

"what do you want to say?"

Riddle smiled, his face was bloodless: "I thought that the source of hatred between us has long been lost. It turns out that you, who are not dominated by hatred, are far more ruthless than before. Perhaps this is what Dumbledore called justice. Something for you. You think we are on different paths, but in fact we have no essential difference."

I listened to his words silently, no matter what he said again, I would never be affected in any way.

"Dumbledore didn't want me out alive at all, did he?" he said.

My breathing stopped for a moment, my eyes widened, and my heart constricted.

"No," I denied him, "you will atone for your crimes in Azkaban, Riddle."

"Azkaban can't trap me." He raised his scarlet eyes, and his eyes fell on the door behind me. I felt a strong wind, his eyes froze instantly, and his voice was still soft Floating into my ears, "It's a good strategy. You can leave. He restricted me, but not you, didn't he? He wouldn't want me to die in front of you, Ashley."

The golden light became more and more intense, and Riddle completely froze in place.

"Perhaps you have already guessed that I can know your location." He didn't hesitate any more, "Since when?"

"Aisley, it's time for you to leave." I heard a voice behind me, as if comforting, "You have done what you should do."

But I didn't move at all, I let those silk threads imprison me and Riddle at the same time, he still held my hand tightly, and I didn't break free.

Riddle's face was particularly gloomy, and he couldn't even let go, but even so, I could have left, but I didn't have any thoughts of transforming at this time.

"I wouldn't have come if it wasn't for you," he said softly.

"Aisley." Dumbledore's tone was more like a request, "We don't have much time, you can't be seen by the Aurors, and it will be troublesome to pass it to the Ministry of Magic."

But I didn't care about these, my body trembled in despair, I closed my eyes, and let my tears fall non-stop.

"Tell me, Riddle, you didn't lie to me, you really want to end this war, as long as third-party forces don't interfere." I almost couldn't speak clearly, and looked into Riddle's eyes pleadingly.

"I did not lie to you."

I took a deep breath.

"You said you could do it, Dumbledore." My voice trembled weakly. "Give him a chance."

"Aisley," Dumbledore used the Soundproofing Charm to isolate me from Riddle, "You know how many Horcruxes Tom has split, there is no turning back, he can't even be completely killed— As I said, hanging on the edge of a cliff will only be torn apart by the bitter wind, so you have to be clear about your choice."

"But, I've been waiting for this sentence for three or forty years." My eyes have long been blurred. emotions trying to squeeze me, tear me apart, I don't want to lose anyone again, "Please...give him a chance."