[HP]Aluet

"Morning, Riddle."

He neither looked at me nor responded to my words.

"What's wrong with you today?" I looked at him in confusion, "Is something wrong?"

"What do you think?" He responded lightly.

I froze for a moment: "What's wrong with me?"

This time he was finally willing to face me squarely: "Did you burn your brain out yesterday?"

"Yesterday? I didn't have a fever yesterday." I looked puzzled, "Who did you listen to? Besides, I didn't talk to anyone yesterday..."

"Don't tell me you forgot."

"I really forgot."

Riddle was startled in surprise: "Why did you forget?"

I actually heard a rare trace of genuine doubts from this sentence.

"So what did I say yesterday?" I asked hesitantly.

The air was still for a second.

"It's nothing." His tone returned to normal again, but I was still confused.But since he said it was nothing, it probably wasn't a big deal.

On Riddle's birthday, I picked out a music box and gave it to him.

The music box was made of wood, very small, shaped like a bird, and there was a switch on the base. When it was turned on, the bird would rotate by itself and play melodious music.

Nothing magical, just Muggle bauble, but exquisite.

"Does this look like me?"

He glanced at me without saying a word, and fiddled with the music box in his hand for a while.

"I don't like birthdays," he said, "but I take it."

I was relieved when I was nervous because of his first sentence, and I jumped up quietly in my heart.

The days passed, and the Easter holidays saw second-year students have something new to think about - it was time to choose their third-year subjects.

I really wanted to give up History of Magic, but it was a compulsory course.In the end, I took Care of Fantastic Beasts, Divination and Muggle Studies.

As for the rest of the summer term, it was spent in a blinding sun.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to take the Hogwarts Express back.

I knocked on Mr. Kind's door.

"Aisley? Are you on vacation?" His room was much tidier than the last time we saw each other.

"Thank you for your letter, sir," I said.

"Should be." He touched his nose and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, "Next year...I probably won't be here anymore."

"Why?" I asked in surprise.

He hesitated for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "I have some things to deal with, and I have to go to Paris."

"Paris?"

"Yes." He looked at me in a daze with extremely complicated eyes, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"You don't know how chaotic Paris has been in the past ten years... Otherwise, you would still be able to stay in Paris safely, and you wouldn't come to England... But speaking of it, Hogwarts is a good school , it’s safer here.”

"Back then..." He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, lost in thought, "Back then I...your father and I both studied at Hogwarts, if it weren't for..." He suddenly stopped talking, and grew up as if resigned to his fate. He let out a sigh of relief, looking like he was about to collapse emotionally.He lowered his head and covered his face, the fingernails holding his hair were faintly white, but he was unusually quiet.When he raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion and sadness.

I don't know what it is that makes a person sad like this.I figured he probably needed some random trustworthy person to tell the whole thing at once.But that person is not me, because I am only a 12-year-old child, and I don't think I can understand the pain that a middle-aged person has experienced for decades.

He probably thought so too, so I didn't ask, and he didn't continue to talk, but naturally put away the emotions that were revealed inadvertently, and changed the subject: "By the way, don't show your special ability to others. , you are still young, you may not understand, that is not a good thing. If you are used by someone with a heart, the consequences will be disastrous. You have to protect yourself—you know what I'm talking about, right?"

I nod.But my ability...isn't it healing?And what Professor Dumbledore said about calming the soul... Who would want to use this ability, even if it is used, it is not dangerous, and what serious consequences can it have?

So I didn't pay much attention to Mr. Cande's words, and after saying goodbye to him, I went back to the orphanage.

A week later, I actually saw Harris again.He was supposed to go out to work and leave the orphanage, but somehow he came back, maybe he lost his job.

He looked taller and thinner than before, but he looked more menacing. I almost didn't recognize him with the thick dark circles and sallow complexion.

"Hey," he stood up from the railing, threw something in his hand on the ground, stomped his feet vigorously, and then walked a few steps towards me. His right leg, which was broken three years ago, is still limping. "Didn't you go to that prestige school? Why, you still think of this place?" The sarcasm in his tone was undisguised, he looked me up and down, and squeezed out a few words, "——Bastard."

Those dark and terrible experiences in my childhood came to my mind, I frowned, and subconsciously took two steps back.

He suddenly laughed: "I still don't have any skills."

I turned around and wanted to go back, but he grabbed the back of my collar and pulled my hair so painfully.

I threw him away with all my strength, and I didn't know where the courage came from to release the suppressed anger in my heart, and I emphasized to him word by word: "Don't touch me!"

If it weren't for the fact that magic is not allowed in the Muggle world, I would probably have drawn out my wand and pointed it at him by now.

"After a long time, you forget the pain, right?" Riddle's voice came faintly.

He didn't know when he came over, and he was leaning lazily on a tree trunk not far behind me.He looked at Harris without emotion, like looking at a soulless shell.

Harris' body twitched, and then he stared at him: "Don't think I don't know, you can't use any weird magic here-I didn't know before, and I suffered a loss. If you dare to use it, I will immediately I will report you, and try it if you don’t believe me!”

Riddle sneered as if he had heard a joke: "If it wasn't for convenience, you wouldn't really think that I can't do anything about you without magic, would you?" He straightened up and took a few steps forward, his eyes shifted to Harris's. Right leg, "I thought your leg was fine."

Harris' face turned blue and white, and finally said viciously: "Scare people? What can you do to me, bastard?"

Riddle's eyelids twitched.Some words in Harris' mouth may have touched Riddle's sensitive nerves, his face was terribly gloomy for a moment, he narrowed his eyes, and took out his wand.Before I had time to react, Harris took out a gun and loaded it almost instantly.

"I don't think this is a place for you to wreak havoc," Harris said.

"Where did you get it?" Riddle didn't seem to panic at all, he just stared at Harris coldly, and even twirled the wand in his hand casually, "There is this thing... enough for you Have you been in Gua's prison for a long time?"

Harris swallowed, took a step back, and still held his gun: "You don't belong here anyway, who cares? Monster, go to hell..." His hands shook even more.I could even see beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Then you're shooting." Riddle sneered, took a few steps forward, and twirled his wand in his hand again, "When you shoot, you can hear it nearby. You have Muggle garbage in your hand." What's the point of using a weapon but not daring to use it?"

"I said, don't come here!" Harris roared, took a step back in horror, and pressed the trigger with a trembling hand.

I didn't expect him to actually shoot, and Riddle probably didn't either.Maybe it was too nervous, maybe Harris didn't want to shoot at all and just misfired. In short, the bullet didn't go towards Riddle, but flew towards me.

I didn't have time to cast the spell, but the bullet just grazed my neck and hit the tree trunk behind me, shaking its branches violently.

"You really dare?" Riddle stared at Harris, the mocking smile on his face disappeared, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Now Harris was really scared.He tried to pull the trigger again at Riddle, but this time there was only a muffled sound, and the gun came out of his hand and flew to the ground far away from him.

"I'm just worried that I can't find anyone to try... You will be the first, and you should be honored."

I hurried forward and held down his raised hand.

"No—if found out, the wand will be confiscated and you will be fired!"

He didn't listen to me, and the wand in his hand was still pointing at Harris: "Crucio!"

I didn't look at Harris, who was curled up on the ground and screaming. Shock and a deep sense of powerlessness swept over my body.

It never occurred to me that he would use the Unforgivable Curse.

At this moment, there was no space in my mind for a shred of sympathy, only panic.

What would he do if he was discovered?

I took out my wand and tried to stop his spell, but he didn't want to stop, and was still in a stalemate with me.

Harris was no longer able to scream, and the hoarse and broken cockroaches squeezed out of his throat hit my eardrums.

At that moment I couldn't think, I put down my wand and hugged Riddle.He obviously didn't expect me to do this, his body froze in place, and the spell stopped.

Harris stopped screaming, still twitching in pain.

"release."

"Do not."

Harris got up tremblingly, without daring to turn his head, he stumbled and ran directly out of the gate.

A sudden tiredness swept over me, and my head throbbed like being pierced by thin needles.

This is the first time I feel this feeling.

"Let go of me." Riddle's tone was cold and stiff.

I didn't move, I buried my head in his neck, wanting to just fall asleep like this.

"I'm tired."

So I really fell into the darkness very heavily and lost consciousness.