[HP]Aluet

Riddle has been staying quietly in Azkaban. Over time, the appalling killings began to decrease. The black wizards seemed to panic. They found that this way could not bring any benefits. For the group of black wizards who lost their leadership It can be said that their crimes are usually unplanned and unorganized, and the Ministry of Magic has become more and more adept at dealing with them, and has begun to occupy a certain advantage.The Death Eaters probably had doubts a little bit in the days when they lost their core and action goals—maybe their Dark Lord really couldn't escape from Azkaban.

However, this trend toward a truce did not last long.The disappearance of wizards still occurs from time to time, and the frequency has gradually increased, and uneasy suspicions have shrouded the whole of Britain.

In the darkness, the creaking sound of the wooden door was very clear.I raised my wand, and the candle flickered up, illuminating the small space.

I turned up the sleeves of the unconscious man in front of me, and the black Death Eater mark was clearly imprinted on his arm.

I poured three drops of Veritaserum into him to wake him up, then dragged a stool from a distance, sat opposite him, and took out the Daily Prophet to take another look.

"You were involved in the recent disappearance case." I asked him slowly.

"Yes... yes." The man trembled.

I remembered that this person happened to be bumped into me after he set fire to the crime scene and was about to flee the scene, and I guessed that he probably knew something.

"Where did everyone go?"

"No...not sure," he said.

"Unclear?" I frowned, turned my gaze to the dark mark on his arm, and asked tentatively, "Are you from Grindelwald?"

"No."

My brows tightened even more.

"Who told you to do this?" I continued.

"Ranbusi..."

"Why did you listen to him?" I knew this already, so I asked again.If he used to be from Grindelwald, the answer would be obvious, but he wasn't. It seemed that he belonged to Riddle from the beginning, but now he was sent by Rambusi.

"The Dark Lord is trapped in Azkaban... We have lost our backbone... At this time, we need to find another strong backer... to complete our great cause." He replied vaguely.His trance eyes filled with intense fear, and I realized something was wrong.

"Your sincerity is really unpredictable..." I sarcastically said.

"No—he's right, that's true—" He shook his head, slurring his words, "Kelly...rejected him—I guess Kelly's dead...he's doing something horrible ..."

"Who?"

"He... Ranbusi..."

I waited patiently for him to finish speaking slowly, stood up and waved my wand. The man in front of me passed out again. I used an Oblivion Charm on him, and then cut his rope.

I put on my hat and get out of here.

Been doing this alone for a long time, and never met Ranbusi again - his whereabouts are very elusive, and I never made any new progress on the missing wizard.

The feeling of being watched all the time is getting stronger and stronger, and my nerves are surrounded by depression and fear. I have a premonition that I will soon step into a carefully arranged trap, but I still have no clue about it .

Riddle has been in prison for more than half a year, and Ranbusi has begun to move. Starting with the Death Eaters who have lost their leadership and are in a dilemma, his rebellion will be brought to the surface in a short time, but looking at Riddle, he doesn't seem worried at all. He didn't care whether his Death Eaters would be recruited by third-party forces after losing him.

I would rather believe that he really planned to give up completely as he said.

I gently opened the window, and through the iron railing, I saw that he was still sitting inside quietly with his eyes closed, doing nothing, just like last time.His wounds still haven't healed, and they've turned dark red and black now, much worse than last time, and I'm afraid it's hard to get better.

I was finally able to convince myself to trust him completely.Perhaps there is no need to persuade at all, because I am too eager for the truth in his words.

I flapped my wings, flew in through the gap, and landed firmly on the ground.

This time, instead of talking to him through a door a dozen feet away, I stood in front of him and obeyed his wishes.

I probably haven't been this close to him for a long time.

I walked up to him, squatted down slowly, lowered my eyes, and carefully observed the dried blood stains without saying a word. My hand slid from his fingertips to the festering wound on his wrist, before I could really touch it. When I touched him, he held my hand, I heard my dull heartbeat, I raised my head, and met his scarlet eyes.

Riddle took my hand to caress his cheek, the sound of the iron chain clashing was particularly harsh in the silence, and I tremblingly felt the uneven scab and cold lips.

As the tears trickled down my chin, I didn't fully realize how much I missed him.

So I tried my best to avoid the scars that I couldn't bear to look at, and hugged him gently. I buried my head on his shoulder, trying to heal his wounds with my ability.I spent a lot of effort for this, and even my eyes turned black, and finally there were only dark red blood scabs left on his body.

I leaned on Riddle's body weakly.

"The war isn't over yet," I said. "This is probably... a new beginning."

Riddle didn't answer, he was waiting for me to continue.

"Ranbusi wants to annex your power, Riddle. You know that?"

Riddle straightened up a little, I breathed a sigh of relief, and moved away from him.His eyes start to lose focus - he's thinking.

"Part of the Death Eaters have begun to obey him... As for those who have not..." I am afraid it is very dangerous... I think back to what the man said.

The corner of Riddle's mouth twitched indistinctly, but his expression remained calm, staring indifferently at a fixed point behind me.

"Finally I couldn't hold back anymore." He said lightly.

I was a little stunned for a moment: "You already knew."

Riddle's eyes fixed on my face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of thinking, he slowly said a word: "I have a way."

"What?" My heart was beating uneasily.

"Aisley..." He paused for two seconds and asked softly, "Do you believe me?"

I looked into his peaceful eyes for a long silence, and before answering, I averted my eyes and nodded.

After leaving Azkaban, I went to find Dumbledore.

This is the first time I've seen him in half a year.I didn't dare to face him, I was afraid that he would look at me with those blue eyes full of wisdom and penetrating power, so after I slowly took off the hood, I still looked at the ground in front of me.

"Dumbledore."

I kept telling myself in my heart that he could understand my behavior—the behavior of protecting a Dark Lord who brought disaster and suffering to all living beings.

To be precise, what I wanted to protect at that time was actually the incomplete soul of a mortal.

I hope that the most respected and trusted teacher in my life can forgive me for my selfishness.

"You understand me," I looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "don't you?"

I waited expectantly for him to give me an affirmative answer, but he just sighed deeply and didn't speak.The long wait dashed my hopes, and I was disheartened that I could no longer count on Dumbledore's response.

I bowed respectfully to him.

"I have one last thing to ask of you," I said before I was about to say goodbye.

He lifted his chin, motioning for me to continue.

"I would like to ask you to cast a tracking spell on me," I said. "I think it would be best to be invisible—so I can only come to you."

"what are you going to do?"

"Can you?" I didn't respond to his question.

Dumbledore didn't ask any more, he knew I wouldn't say any more, so he gave up.He raised his magic wand, swiped lightly twice in the air, and the faint red mist began to condense and blend into my body, into every item I was carrying, and finally disappeared.

"Thank you." I bowed again, turned my head and walked out.

"I can understand you."

I turned around in surprise and looked at the old man with the gray beard standing in the shadows.

"People are always more willing to believe in things that they desire in their hearts but are impossible to achieve." He said, "So they often forget to persist and pursue the shadow." He seems to have finally admitted an unspeakable thing, " I can understand you, Ashley. Because I was just like you."

"I believe in my choice." I am afraid that only I can understand my current mood. I am very grateful to Dumbledore for his understanding. For me, it is enough to hear this sentence, "Do you know about Horcruxes? ?”

"The Horcrux is the most evil thing in the world. It sacrifices life and splits the soul. The Horcrux is immortal, and the soul is immortal. There is no turning back."

"I think I'll understand better." I smiled with faux relief, "There's no turning back for him. There's still a chance for his soul to be whole again, as long as he can truly feel what he's done and repent of his life's sins. "

"It's going to be difficult, isn't it?" I heard myself say flatly but with absolute conviction, "He will."

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