[HP]Aluet

"I saw that Tom Riddle talking to you yesterday—didn't he do anything to you?" Billy asked me.

"What happened to him?" I recalled the name.

"Okay, you don't remember again! You can't do this, if he bullies you next time——"

I remembered the names I had memorized.I naturally know that it is easy for me to suffer without a ring, and there is no way to avoid it as much as possible.

"I know him, and I will stay away from him."

Billy curled his lips: "He's just a freak, a lunatic. He's not the same as Weir, he bullies everyone, and whoever offends him will be unlucky!"

"I see. Which one is he?"

"The one with the black hair, the one who was there alone." He showed me his finger.

I took a look, only saw the back, and looked away: "Does he have no accomplices?"

"Ha!" Billy laughed in horror. "No one will be friends with him, not even that bastard Harris-I find it funny, Harris has been hanging from a tree since that time." Walk around him whenever you see him. It was one of Riddle's rare 'noble' acts."

He sneered, and immediately glanced in that direction in the distance in fear.

"Keep away from him, you never know what he's going to do next. I think he'll do anything - oh, you gotta keep that in mind. He'll even kill - kill Nobody can tell." Billy shuddered suddenly.

I thought he was too timid, shook my head and smiled: "That's still impossible-don't worry, I will write it down."

"By the way, when will you find your ring?"

"I just asked Mrs. Cole, and she said she'd look out for it."

"What if someone took it?"

I frowned worriedly when I heard his words.

"You have to protect yourself. You have to write down who you should stay away from. I will ask you about the ring." Billy patted me on the shoulder and spoke to me in a mature and sophisticated tone, "As long as you Write those people down, and nothing will happen. I can also remind you every day, don't worry."

"Yeah." I responded with a big smile.

……

I keep losing things, unfortunately I can't remember how they got lost.

It can't be that I lost it myself, right?

I think if there is a next time, I should record it, at least that way I won't lose something and find it missing when I find it useful.

When eating at noon, several people came back drenched, shaking desperately, and still cursing in their mouths.

"Mrs. Cole will teach him..."

"This lunatic..."

"He's still waiting for his father to pick him up...take him to the madhouse! He's a monster, no wonder..."

"Shh, stop talking, I don't want to be thrown into the water again..."

I watched curiously as they walked past me.

When I went out to breathe in the evening, the sky had already turned a gray, silver-purple color.I suddenly heard Amy Benson's faint cry not far away.I walked over cautiously and found that she and Dennis came back from the outside together.

"He's horrible, I'll never see him again—"

"Amy?" I tentatively called her name.She let out a cry of horror, and then she saw me, sniffing her nose blankly, the tears hanging on her face glistened under the bright moonlight.

"Aisley?"

"It's me. What's the matter with you?"

She faltered with difficulty.

Dennis spoke first: "We went into a cave with Tom."

"Tom? Tom Riddle?"

"Yes."

"What did he do?" I was a little curious.

Dennis' eyes became weird, and he glanced behind him in fear: "It's nothing——"

They hurried away, leaving me in a daze.

I walked forward alone, it was already late enough, and I was hesitant to go back, but in a blink of an eye, I seemed to see a figure sitting on the shore in the distance.

I looked at my watch, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.It's almost time to go to bed, why are people still outside?

I walked over carefully and said hello to him: "Hi?"

The boy's body trembled slightly, and without looking back, he threw stones into the sea.

This figure seems familiar.

"It's almost eight o'clock—it's not safe out at night, Mrs. Cole will be angry—"

"It has nothing to do with you." He interrupted me a little annoyed.

"Okay." I shrunk my neck listlessly, "Are you in a bad mood?"

He glanced at me with a searching look in his eyes.

"Well...if you are in a bad mood..." I thought about it carefully.

I still remember when I was very young, my mother would sing to me every night.In my memory, that song is the most beautiful. It seems to have a special magic power. No matter how scared I am, it can make me quiet and spend a long night peacefully in a relaxing dream.

I forgot why I was scared then, but at least there was something to soothe my emotions.

Suddenly I kind of wanted to share this with him because he seemed... lonely and in need of help.

"I used to listen to a song when I was a child. Maybe it can help you."

"unnecessary."

"You really don't need it?" I blinked.

"Go away."

"Okay." When I stood up, he turned his head and looked at me, but didn't say much.However, I seemed to have received his mood at that moment, which was transmitted to me from those beautiful eyes-repression, anger, hatred, longing, these emotions are constantly affecting me.I shook my head, trying to get the negativity out of my head.

"I still think..." I sat down again.This time, he just stared forward with a haze on his face, and ignored me.

I hummed the song in my memory softly with the smallest possible voice.

His eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he stopped throwing stones.

My mood immediately cheered up.I knew it would be useful.

I stopped, and the rare peace in his eyes disappeared again.

"I've never heard of this language, but it's very similar to..." he said slowly.

"What?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you the same as me?"

"--what?"

"Know the language that can communicate with other creatures." He looked at me impatiently, as if two complex emotions were intertwined, one part curious and the other part anxious.

Communicate with other creatures?Could he have such a miraculous ability?

"No." I shook my head honestly, and also raised some interest, "I've only seen this kind of skill in fairy tale books. Usually it's the protagonist of the story..."

He snorted softly and turned his head back, his eyes showed obvious arrogance and disdain, but he was also a little disappointed: "What's the name of this song?"

"I don't know. But my mother told me the story about this song... There is a kind of magical bird in this world, they will stay on the branches under the moon outside the window, and take away people's nightmares with their songs Let them spend a night in a beautiful dream, and people think that it is the salvation given to them by angels."

He raised his eyebrows: "A boring fairy tale."

I was amazed at his meanness and dismissed him unhappily: "Why is it not interesting? I feel so relieved thinking about them every time I can't sleep. I believe they are real because I haven't done them What a nightmare."

He gave me a cold glance, and I detected a fleeting distaste in it, and he seemed to resent every word I said, though I didn't know why.

"No, it's all fake. Nightmares never go away, understand?"

I was choked and speechless.

He stood up.

"Are you going back?"

"I remember you told me to go back just now." He glanced at me lightly.

"Oh—yes. It's late, and it's time to go back." I also stood up, shaking off the stones and dirt on my robe.It already looks a little damp.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

"Ah, Ashley Field. You can call me Ashley."

He didn't respond to my words, and I suspect he wasn't paying attention at all: "What about you?"

"Tom Riddle."

"Huh?" I froze, feeling my blood flow backwards.

"what happened?"

I stared blankly at him for a long time, stuttered and couldn't utter a complete sentence: "You...you..."

"heard?"

I nodded numbly, strode my legs stiffly, and kept a long distance from him.

All the hidden things in his eyes disappeared, and the cold eyes changed back to the original look as if he was looking at an object he hated. He sneered and quickly left my sight.