[HP]Aluet

In the last week before Christmas, my instincts told me that everyone seemed to be extremely excited, and the hallway after class was like a frying pan.

Maybe it's almost a holiday, and few people can stop studying.

"I heard from some seniors that they're going to Hogsmeade this weekend..." Hagrid leaned over to me.

"Hogsmeade?" I've vaguely heard of this place, and I'm quite curious about it. I heard that the candy at Honeydukes' is delicious. "I want to go too."

"I think so too, but it's a pity that you can only go in the third grade. It's okay, do the math, isn't the first grade going to pass soon? Second grade...third grade, soon." Hagrid sighed regretfully, but soon returned Brave yourself up, "At that time, we can go to the Three Broomsticks. Their butter beer is very famous. When it's cold, everyone drinks that, not to mention how comfortable it is."

As I spoke, I seemed to have arrived there ahead of time, and my mood suddenly became more comfortable, and I still had some expectations.

The weekend is coming soon.I got up and had breakfast, and went to the library with my bag.

Along the way, I found that the number of people in the school suddenly decreased by half, and most of the students above the third grade went to Hogsmeade for vacation.

I read the book for a long time, and when I closed it, the dazzling sunlight from outside the window had already shone in, and the whole library was brightly lit.

I walked inside again.

If I'm not mistaken...

Riddle was sitting there with his head down, writing something.

Is he really only interested in learning... I can't help but fall into deep thought.

I wanted to talk to him, but I was too embarrassed to bother him. Fortunately, he found me soon. "Is something wrong?"

"You're not going to Hogsmeade?"

"I've been there once, it's not interesting." He still lowered his head, and the tip of the pen moved rhythmically across the paper.I glanced around, but didn't understand what he wrote, and there was a very weird pattern drawn on that piece of paper.

I didn't speak, sat down opposite him and continued to read my book.I actually quite enjoy this feeling.The sun in the morning is not so warm, and it seems warm in winter, with the sound of "rustling" books in my ears, and there are not many people around, so it is peaceful and comfortable.

Soon the morning would be over, Riddle stopped writing, closed the book, got up and put the book back in its original place.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" I asked.

"I don't know." He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, looking for something purposefully, but he didn't seem to find it, and finally he stopped, "Do you want to go to Hogsmeade?"

I looked at him inexplicably.He rarely asks me anything, especially such seemingly unnecessary questions.

"Of course I want to. But I'm only in the first grade. It's a pity that I can't go until I'm in the third grade."

"Let's go." His eyes shifted to me.

"Where?"

"Where you want to go." Riddle raised his eyebrows, walked over and took the closed book from my hand, turned around and put it back on the bookshelf.

"Huh?" When I was surprised, I got up and followed him, both excited and nervous, "I can't go, what if I'm found out? I won't be fired, right?"

"No." He responded casually, "Isn't it pretty courageous before, but now you don't dare?"

I pursed my lips guiltily: "Not really."

He went straight across the stairs and around a tall suit of armor in the hallway.

"Aren't you going downstairs?" I was a little puzzled.

"Go down, I can't do anything if I get caught." He said lightly.

I closed my mouth and followed him obediently into the next door.My eyes suddenly fell into darkness, only a magnificent floor-to-ceiling mirror inside reflected the light.

I approached it curiously and saw a line engraved on the top of it: Eris Stella Uhru Ayitubi Kafru Ayitang Voorhes.

I looked in the mirror and saw nothing special about this mirror.

Riddle walked around behind it, and only then did I know that there was a secret passage here.

We walked to the end of an alley, and from here is the village of Hogsmeade.

It is covered with white snow everywhere, and there are still snowflakes floating in the air.I feel very novel, looking at everything here.

I really didn't expect that the first grade would have the opportunity to visit here.

I bought less candy and chocolate, and went to the Three Broomsticks that Hagrid said to buy a cup of hot butterbeer - no wonder it's famous, after all, it's really warm to have a cup in the cold winter.

Back at the castle, I met Hagrid in the corridor.So I took out a few pieces of candy from my pocket and gave him, falsely claiming that I asked the seniors to help him buy them.

"What a great idea! Why didn't I think of it, but I'm thinking who would help me with..." he said.

During the Christmas holiday, everyone basically went home, only a small number stayed in school, and I naturally chose to stay in school.

At the thought of going back for the summer vacation, I felt an unbearable depression.I really don't want to go back, as nice as Mrs Cole is, Hogwarts is far more a home than Woods Orphanage.I have friends here, I have nice professors, and no one thinks I'm a monster because I can do magic, because everyone does.

Burst is also home, which makes me feel a lot more free.

When I went to the library to look for books, I happened to see Riddle again.It was no surprise that he chose to stay in school.

He stood there facing the rows of bookshelves, as if thinking about something, his face was not very good-looking.

I suddenly remembered that he seemed to be looking for his father's enrollment record a long time ago, I don't know if he has found it now.

"Did you find your father's name?" I asked casually.

His hand twitched slightly, and after a while, the tense expression gradually relaxed. "No."

"how come?"

"I don't think he's in Hogwarts at all." He walked past me sullenly and left the library.

When I got back, I found him in the corner of the lounge.Surprisingly, his book was placed in front of him, but he didn't read it, but leaned on the armchair, thinking about something.Seeing me coming, he just glanced at me lightly and didn't react.

"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively.I think he's probably still agonizing over the possibility that his father might be a Muggle.

"I don't want to use that name anymore."

He wrote his name in the air with his wand - Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"why?"

"He—I'm so disappointed." He jumbled the letters irritably.

I don't know what to do to comfort him.Looking at those messy letters, a novel idea suddenly appeared in my mind: "Actually, there is a very good meaning in your name."

Riddle sneered dismissively, but I didn't care about it.I rearranged the jumbled letters: "Did you know that Volde Mort means flying away from death in French."

He froze for a moment, staring at them in silence for a long time.

"I'm going back."

He stood up and walked back, and those letters also dissipated into the air.

Time passed day by day, and the exam time was getting closer and closer.

I am still very nervous about the exam, so I often ask the professor some questions after class.After all, if I fail the exam and get fired, then I really want to cry without tears.I don't want to go back to the orphanage after a year of experience for nothing.

But the professors like me very much, because my class performance is not bad, I don't think I will fail the subject—it's just that some courses are too hypnotizing to listen to, such as Professor Binns' History of Magic class.

Professor Binns is a ghost, who looks very old, and always likes to come to the classroom through the blackboard.The first time I saw this scene, I thought it was funny, but unfortunately I didn't think so later.

Despite the drowsiness that swept over me, I still tried my best to keep my eyes open and carefully record what he said.

You won't be discovered if you secretly eat a piece of candy...

"Candy, Blake?" I asked him politely in a low voice.Professor Binns was so absorbed in his lecture that he paid no attention to me.I pushed a candy bar onto Blake's desk and resumed taking notes.

After a long time—probably so long that I forgot that I gave him a piece of candy, I heard his almost imperceptible voice: "Thank you."

With 10 minutes left before the end of get out of class, Professor Binns finished his lecture.After leaving time for us to review by ourselves, he passed through the blackboard and disappeared without a trace.

The quiet atmosphere in the classroom became a little more active. Most of the people woke up from their dozes and whispered to each other about the content of this class—obviously, many people didn't attend the class.

I flipped through today's notes, and I missed the time of the goblin uprising.I couldn't think of it for a long time, and I frowned anxiously.

"Need help?" Blake asked abruptly.

"Need—can I have a look at today's notes?" I hurriedly continued as if I had found a savior.

"Don't you have Riddle's notes?" He raised his eyebrows.

"He wrote too much. I don't know which ones are taught in class. I can't read them."

He responded and handed me his note.

"Thank you, you are so kind." I smiled at him.

"No need." He quickly vetoed, "I don't want to owe others favors."

I froze for a moment: "What favor?"

He didn't speak any more.

I racked my brains and thought for a long time, and suddenly I wanted to laugh: "Isn't it the candy just now? Is that considered a favor?"

"Forget it." He calmly gave me affirmation.

"Okay, but thank you anyway." I shook my head, thinking he was joking.

The content of the exam is fairly simple, but I never thought that I would be the first in the grade.

This was really beyond my expectation, but in this way, my mood became lighter, and even the summer vacation that I had no hope for seemed much better.

"...What talent is there? She usually comes to the library to read books every day, but she works hard. She is not smart, but it is normal to work so hard to get the first place in the exam. I just want to be a little more serious... Sigh, I really envy her self-control. study……"

"No, why is she pretending... She looks so good with her grades and thinks she is so good. You see, she usually looks down on people, and she doesn't even look at anyone who greets her..."

I flipped aimlessly behind the bookshelf, and heard the voices of several people whispering in front of me.At first I wasn't sure it was me, until I peeked through the bookshelves and saw Parkinson, Ravi, and Bulstrode and three others gathered together, chatting happily.

"Hi." I inserted the book back, walked around to them, leaned on the bookshelf, and greeted them in a friendly manner, "Who are you talking about?"

They stared at each other for a while, and Ravi responded quickly and smiled: "We are talking... the first grader in the second grade, you probably don't know her, everyone thinks she...she is not Very friendly."

"Really?" I looked at them knowingly. I wanted to ask the person's name and which college he was from to expose her, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary.

"Yes, yes. By the way, I heard that you took the first place in the exam. You are really good. If I have any questions in the future, can I ask you?" Parkinson also quickly answered the question.

"Okay." I smiled politely.I don't believe they would have the nerve to ask me a question.

Back in the orphanage during the summer vacation, Riddle and I were like the plague, no one dared to approach us.

It took me days to realize that there was a shortage of people—Harris was gone.According to Mrs. Cole, he was 16 years old, the oldest in the orphanage, so he went out to work.

Naturally, I don't care where he goes or what he does. It's too late for me to be happy without such a disaster.

"Aisley?" Mrs. Cole knocked on the door of my room.

"I almost forgot." She held a folded and crumpled note in her hand, "When you went to school, a man came to you, maybe it was a professor from your school?" As she spoke, she handed me the note, "It shouldn't be a professor, it doesn't look like..."

I took it and opened it, and there was only one line of address written on it - [-] Assured, Surrey, London.

I'm already pretty sure I'm not a professor.I refolded the note and pressed it under the book.

"Thank you, ma'am, did he say anything else?" I asked.

"It's a very strange person. First he asked me if there was a little girl named Ashley Field here. I told him you went to school. He asked me which school I was in, and I said it was Hogwarts. I asked him if he would come back to you when you come back from summer vacation, he said he would not come again, so he left you a note, saying that if you have something to do, you can go to him for help... Oh no, you have to go find him."

I nod.Mrs. Cole went out after speaking.

What do I need help from a stranger?

After a few more days, I thought I was idle anyway, so I might as well go find out what happened.

When I followed the address to find this place, I found it was an old house with the door tightly closed.Although clean and tidy, it still doesn't look like it's inhabited.

This is a desolate suburban village.

I knocked on the door tentatively, but no one opened after waiting for a while.Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the door opened with a "squeak" and a man opened the door. I couldn't tell his age, maybe between forty and sixty, with dry golden curly hair and dark blue eyes. His spirit is muddy, and traces of his youth can still be seen, but the years have made him thin and vicissitudes, as if he would fall down when the wind blows.

"You are?" He looked down at me, stunned for a moment, his dim eyes brightened a little, and asked hesitantly.

"I'm Ashley Field, sir," I answered.I'm not sure if I'm looking for the wrong person, but it's the address he wrote here.

"Oh..." He straightened up suddenly, and politely invited me to sit in the room for a while.

I stood defensively at the door and hesitated.He saw that I didn't trust him very much, paced back and forth wringing his hands, and finally took his wand from his body and handed it to me.I looked at him in surprise, but took it anyway.

"Don't be nervous, Ashley." He tried to comfort me, but he crossed his hands nervously, then went to the room and poured me a glass of water, and pretended to be relaxed to find some topics, "How have you been these years?" ?”

"It's okay." I said.

I wanted to ask who he was, but he said, "I'm an old friend of your father's." He motioned for me to sit down first, and he did too.

"What do I call you, sir?" I asked.

He paused, then replied, "You can call me Kande." He smiled at me as nicely as he could.My vigilance against this strange man has also decreased a lot, and it can be seen that he seems to have no malicious intentions.

For the sudden news about my father, I was naturally quite pleasantly surprised: "Do you know where my father is?"

He drank a few sips of water, and said vaguely: "I don't know. But he asked me to give you something." He put down the glass, took out a key and opened the cabinet behind him, from a pile of messy things Pulled out a flat box.

He put the box on the table and opened it. Inside was a very plain necklace, on which was hung an opaque dark green glass ball the size of a small fingernail.

"What is this?" I reached out and picked it up, examining it by candlelight.Kande didn't answer, just stared at my hand, frowning.

"Have you... experienced anything in the past few years?" He asked without beginning or end, and I was confused by the question.

"what's up?"

His lips moved, thinking of words: "It's just... strange, abnormal—" In the end, he still couldn't find a satisfactory answer, "You still remember..." He looked at me and stopped suddenly up.

"When?" I was even more puzzled.

"It's nothing." He sighed heavily. "Put it on, Ashley, and don't take it off. Maybe it will be useful one day. Of course... it's better not to use it..."

I wear it around my neck and hide it under my clothes.Can't see how this bland necklace would be useful.

I chatted with Mr. Cande for a while, and he mentioned that he had also studied at Hogwarts and was a Gryffindor student in the same class as Dumbledore. Unfortunately, he left the school for some inconvenient reasons. .

Talking and talking, the time is not too early.I finally gave him my wand back, said goodbye to him, and went back to the orphanage.