[HP]Aluet

When I opened my eyes, Riddle was standing by the window, staring at the scene outside the window in a daze.

I sat up abruptly.

Is this in his room?

He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't realize that I was awake.I called out his name carefully, and then he came back to his senses and turned around.

I'm still thinking about what if he used the Cruciatus Curse and was caught in Azkaban.

"What should I do now?" I feel like I'm in a hurry, and he's still like a normal person, "If the Ministry of Magic finds out—"

"You shouldn't have stopped me." He cut me off suddenly. "I didn't have time to cast the Oblivion Charm on him."

I froze.

"...I'm sorry." My heart tightened suddenly, "Otherwise, if the Ministry of Magic really came, I'd say it was me..."

"No need." He said lightly, "He won't run for long, I have a way to find him. And the sound of his shooting is [-]% heard..." He moved the corner of his mouth slightly, "I can help him, Let him never come out for the rest of his life."

I don't know when Riddle found Harris and what he did to Harris.Anyway, there was no letter from the Ministry, and Harris was never seen again.

My third academic year has begun, and Hogwarts has once again welcomed a new batch of students.

When Riddle became a prefect, he had to be busy with more things, but he didn't complain about it, and he was very competent, and because he was a prefect who was easy-talking and gentle and polite, more and more people liked him. Ask him for help, and he seems happy to do so.

Many times, when I saw him showing a warm smile to his juniors and sisters patiently explaining the problems, I would suddenly find that he seemed to have gradually changed over the past few years, but... it seemed that he hadn't changed.

I still often see him in the library and the lounge, but gradually I find that I can only sit around and do my own thing, and I can't say much.Because there are more and more people around him, I have become more and more like an insignificant and transparent person-although he doesn't seem to care much about my existence.

Just as I was about to step over the first step, a new Hufflepuff who was running down quickly next to me stepped into the air.I was startled, and just as I was about to reach out to help her, Riddle quickly grabbed her arm.

I breathed a sigh of relief.This magic step is really a safety hazard.

"thanks……"

"You're welcome." He smiled at her politely, "Remember to cross this step next time."

She nodded, blushing and ran away quickly.

I don't know why, I looked at the direction the girl was leaving, and I was in a daze for a while, and then I didn't come back to my senses until I caught a glimpse of Riddle walking from behind me to in front of me, going up the stairs from the corner of my eye.

I've done this many times and never stopped him when he walked past me.I quickly realized that if I didn't say hello to him, he wouldn't say hello to me.

But this time, he stopped ahead.

"Aren't you going to the library?" He turned to me and asked.

"Ah... go." I reacted, lifted my feet and went upstairs.

So a strange phenomenon has continued like this - I often go to the library with him and go back to the lounge all the way, but we don't get very close, and we don't talk too much.I often watch him chatting and discussing with others, researching topics with others, and all the people who talk to him will automatically ignore me who is not far away, and he seems to be the same.But he always sits quietly opposite me when I am reading and writing. I don't know whether it is familiar or unfamiliar.

I feel inexplicably at ease when he is next to me, but I don't like those girls who ask him questions. Maybe they are really noisy, but I get used to it over time.

Corridor after class.

"Aisley! Ashley!" Needless to say, it was Hagrid.I turned my head, and it really was him. He was waving his arms with an excited look on his face, as if signaling me to go over.

I approached curiously.

"Come on, I'll show you a funny little guy!" Excitedly, he lifted his foot and walked downstairs, leading me to the door of the kitchen, where he scratched the pears on the portrait of the fruit plate.Pear "giggled" and turned into a green doorknob. He got in first, and I followed behind.

He went over and opened the cupboard door.In my shocked eyes, a black spider the size of a bowl emerged from the corner, its densely packed eyes were still shining.

"...You call this a little guy...?" I said.

"He's cute, isn't he?" Hagrid took out a piece of bread and fed it some crumbs. "I got it from someone else, and his name was Aragog. Come on, Aragog, say hello, it's me." Friend Ashley."

Aragog stopped eating, and stared at me with eight eyes, making me a little hairy.

"Hello."

I shivered with fright.It definitely wasn't my voice, and it wasn't Hagrid's voice either.

"Oh, did it scare you?" Hagrid scratched his head with a smile. "Aragok is very smart. He can speak some human languages ​​now. He's learning very quickly. I didn't expect that."

"You... hello." I hesitated to greet Aragog.

"I think he'd probably be willing to let you shake hands, would you like to try?" said Hagrid.

I opened my eyes wide in horror, but after thinking for a while, I cautiously extended my hand, and Aragog also raised a leg to "shake" me very cooperatively.

Hagrid laughed happily: "Look, he's very friendly, isn't he?"

I'll be thinking about Aragog now and then for days to come.It's really novel.I've never seen a spider this big and talking - and best of all, it doesn't seem as scary as it looks.

I walked down the corridor, pushed back the tapestry on the wall, and descended the stairs.

However, when I was halfway there, my feet were suddenly empty, and I remembered that I forgot to jump over that magic step.I wanted to make amends, but it was too late, I was completely out of balance.In the dim light of the candlesticks on the wall, I saw a figure in front of me reaching out to grab me.

I grabbed his arm and fell straight down, bringing him to the ground.

"stand up."

I get up from Riddle a little awkwardly, and he stands up too, looking down the stairs behind me. "Told you to skip this step?"

"I forgot." I sighed, "Are you all right?"

"The memory is bad enough." He remained expressionless and did not look at me. He put his hands in his pockets again, and his tone was still as indifferent as ever.

At that moment, many images flashed through my mind.

It seems that he can be more patient and gentle with anyone than me.

Probably because of grievances, a sentence was blurted out in this mood.

"Why can't you be gentle with me like you are with everyone else?"

Merlin's beard, I really shouldn't say that.The atmosphere was already awkward enough, but now it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

I didn't dare to look at him, and while regretting what I just said, I walked around him and ran away.

The weather is getting cooler.A gust of cold wind blew in the corridor. I wrapped my scarf tightly and sneezed several times.

I took advantage of get out of class to go to the school hospital.

Mrs. Lowell gave me a bottle of refreshment, and immediately white smoke came out of my ears, and I had to lie in the hospital hospital for several hours.

"At this time of the year, there are a lot of children who catch a cold...they miss classes when they have a fever...how many times have I said this, but I just don't know how to wear more."

I went back to the lounge, where Riddle was sitting reading.Since what happened last time, I didn't dare to approach him very much. Although he didn't mention it or respond in any other way, it seemed that everything was the same as before, but I still quietly found a seat far away. down.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that his face was a little abnormally pale. After a while, he coughed twice, stood up from the armchair, packed his books and went back to the dormitory.

This made me unavoidably fidgety too, is he still thinking about what I said last time, so he feels embarrassed seeing me?

I didn't realize something was wrong until the next day.I didn't see him all morning, he wasn't there when I went to the auditorium in the morning, I didn't meet him in the lounge, he didn't go on patrol as a prefect, anyway, he just disappeared.

"What happened to Riddle today?" During lunch, I couldn't help asking Lestrange facing the empty seat at his place.I think his roommate will not know where he went.

"He? Uh, he..." Lestrange hesitantly responded, while putting a mouthful of pudding into his mouth, I even had to stop everything I was doing and prick my ears carefully to hear what he was saying clearly. "For the past two days...he's been studying that...uh, no. He's sick and uncomfortable...he's in the school hospital."

"Oh..." I nodded and didn't continue to say anything. After all, we don't usually know each other very well.

I thought it was just a common cold, but I didn't see him after the whole day, and he still didn't go to the auditorium the next morning.

I remembered his abnormal reaction the day before yesterday.I struggled for a long time, but I decided to go and see him after class.

"No, Tom's resting," said Mrs. Lowell firmly.

"Isn't it a cold?" I asked carefully.

"No. If you have a cold, you'll be fine yesterday." She closed the door and came out with her bag after a while, looking at me who was still standing at the door, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Ma'am, I'm his friend, and I want to know what's the matter with him," I said.

"Oh, it looks poisoned," she said, frowning.

I was really startled by her words: "Poisoned?"

"Yes, I asked him when I came here, but he said he didn't know. So it's not easy to judge...Maybe he took something by mistake, but don't worry, it won't be a serious problem."

"Can I just go in and have a look? Don't disturb him, I'll leave in a while."

At my earnest request, Mrs. Lowell's attitude finally softened, and she looked at me carefully, as if judging whether I looked like a child who could tell a lie.

"Okay, then you go in. By the way, if he wakes up, tell him to drink the potion on the table. ——Don't stay too long, and remember to close the door when you leave."

I nodded and she left.

I walked softly into the school infirmary and saw Riddle lying there.

His face was much paler than what I saw the day before yesterday, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

I stood by the bed for a while, and carefully removed his hand on his chest through the sleeve.

However, the movement was so light that it still woke him up.I drew my hand back a little embarrassedly.

He frowned and sat up: "Why are you here?"

"I just came to take a look and leave in a while." I said.

His gaze shifted to the purple potion on the table next to him.

"Mrs Lowell said drink this when you wake up."

He picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, the hard-to-swallow potion seemed as ordinary as clear water to him.

"Candy?" I asked hesitantly.

He thought about it, and finally stretched out his hand.I froze for a moment, and my nervous mood suddenly relaxed a little. I smiled at him and put a piece of candy in his hand.I accidentally touched his palm with my fingertips, and I realized that his hand was frighteningly cold.

It seemed to me that my ability hadn't been used for a long time.I actually haven't figured out how to use it myself, I just remember when he hurt his nose, I just touched the tip of his nose and he was fine.

"Are you having a hard time?" I asked.

He was indeed in a bad state of mind, so he just nodded slightly.

"Let me try..." My fingertips tentatively touched his forehead.This time he didn't hide, maybe because he was uncomfortable and didn't want to move, he quietly didn't speak.

It seems to look a little better than before.His breath hit my palm lightly, and I unnaturally planned to withdraw my hand: "Is it better?"

"Yeah." He held my hand that was about to leave his forehead just now, and his eyelashes tickled my palm, he closed his eyes a little tiredly, and breathed slowly, completely ignoring me who was already frozen.

He held my hand in such a way that I couldn't leave, and remained motionless for a long time in silence.

The ice of indifference and alienation that had always surrounded him seemed to have disappeared.In a trance, I felt that only at this time did he look like a teenager.

Yet I had to disturb this moment of peace.

"I...have class later."

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, he opened his eyes and looked at me calmly.

"... you rest well, I have to go." I continued.

But he has no intention of letting go.

"Riddle?" I called him softly, and he finally let go.

I got up and took a few steps outside, when I suddenly remembered something, I turned around and met his gaze.

His pair of deep and calm eyes made it seem that I was not calm enough.

"Hmm... Sleeping with your hands on your chest gives you nightmares." I added, "My mother told me that when I was a kid."

His eyes seemed to dim for a moment. "knew."

I left the school infirmary, closed the door, and had only one problem on my mind.

Don't sick people seem more easy-going...?