[HP]Aluet

I sat under the beech tree, facing the black lake, and the cool winter wind blew over me, but I didn't feel cold, but I felt a little comfortable.

The pen in my hand stopped, and I was in a daze again.

At Hogwarts, I was like a strange person. I didn’t speak all day long, walked alone, often soaked in the library, and stayed in the laundry room on the second floor for a long time from time to time, either blowing the air on the astronomy tower, or just sitting Sitting next to the Black Lake is hours.

Because I am the first in my grade in every test, almost the whole grade and even some people in other grades have heard of me.

The funniest thing is that I once heard someone say that I have no friends because I am so obsessed with studying that I have depressed myself.

"Riddle isn't here, aren't you used to it?" Black's voice drifted into my ears along with the wind, and it sounded inexplicably less cold and distant than usual.I turned my head to look back, he approached and leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes drifted away for a while, and he didn't look at me.

"It's nothing to do with him." I shook my head.

He raised an eyebrow noncommittally.There was an awkward silence for a while.

"So, why do you..." He paused, as if he didn't know how to express it, but I guessed that he wanted to ask why Riddle and I separated-although basically no one knew about us, I It's not clear how he came to this.

"Because of something I can't accept." I shrugged my shoulders with mock ease, and said in a half-joking tone.

"You know everything?" he asked.

"Know what?" I looked at him in surprise and thought for a long time, "So, you know what he did?"

"Uh." He was stunned for a moment, and then his face became unnatural, "If, if it's your personal matter, I don't know."

"..." I shook my head helplessly, "Forget it, don't mention him."

"Okay." He answered decisively.

Then, the air once again fell into a long silence.I just bowed my head and continued to do my homework.

After I finished writing a complete paragraph, I raised my head and saw Blake sitting at a place more than one person away from me reading a book—I said reading a book, but in fact I didn’t pay attention to the book at all, and one of his hands was boring Then he threw an acorn he picked up from nowhere.

I didn't feel anything at first, but I suddenly felt a little bit embarrassed by the silence at the moment.

"Isn't it boring to stay with me? I'm usually not very... talkative." I smiled sheepishly.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I like to be quiet." There was a strange pause in the end of his voice, and the hand that caught the acorn stopped.

"Ah, that's good." I said, and continued to write a thesis on the history of magic according to the previous train of thought. However, due to my poor condition during this period, I always distracted myself in class, looking for knowledge points in a few pages of brand-new books. It seemed a little strenuous.

"Need help?"

The familiar words made me think of a long time ago, so I looked at him and joked: "Do you owe me anything again?"

Blake was stunned for a second, and then he laughed—to be honest, it was the first time I saw him smile. Although the range was not large, I found that he had two shallow pear dimples, which made him look It sounds like a rare affinity.

"I don't think so," he said.

"Okay——" I nodded, "Actually, I really need it." I felt very helpless, "I haven't been in a good state of mind recently, and my mind is always distracted in class. Maybe I slept too late."

……

After a long period of time, I became a little more familiar with Blake, and I gradually found that he was different from my impression. He also liked to joke. Although he still looked polite, at least he was not like It's as hard to communicate as I used to realize.

I happened to meet him when I went to the library that day and said hello to him.

"Looking for what?" he asked.

""Encyclopedia of Aquatic Plants"..."

"Let me help you find it." He searched along the botanical book section, and I browsed through the titles on the other side, and finally found it on the second floor beside it.As I was about to reach for it, I turned my head and called Blake, wanting to tell him that I had found it.However, I suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing through my fingers, and the spine of the book was held down by a slender hand.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

I turned around and met those familiar dark gray eyes, my heart suddenly pulled, and my whole body was stunned as if struck by lightning.There was no expression on his face, he just looked at me coldly, and quickly shifted his gaze to Black who was not too far behind me.

I frowned.

There was a gloomy chill around Riddle, as if I had done something wrong.

I decided to leave him alone.I put my hands down, turned around, and planned to leave.

"Aren't you going to borrow this book?" Riddle's cold voice sounded.

"You can take it if you want." I responded casually, quickened my pace, passed Black who was standing there, and walked straight to the table that was a little further away and where several people were already sitting.

"You don't need that book anymore?" Blake followed up calmly and sat across from me.

"I don't want it anymore," I said.

……

I don’t know why, but I’ve been so irritable these two days that everything goes wrong. If I’m in a daze in class, I’ll be called by the professor. Luckily, Blake often reminds me.In Potions class, I was thirsty and took a sip of water. I wanted to put the water glass back in the bag, but I accidentally knocked it on the corner of the table and fell to the ground and shattered.The most uncomfortable thing is that because of this, one classmate was startled, causing her to overturn the crucible, and several classmates nearby were burned.For this reason, I need to write a review-drinking water during class and indirectly causing four students to burn.

Speechless.

When I went to the office to hand in the review, I saw Riddle talking to Slughorn at the door.

Slughorn looked very happy, and patted him on the shoulder. Riddle nodded politely. He should have finished talking and planned to bid farewell to leave. Slughorn waved his hand and closed the door.

I watched him turn around, trying to find a place to hide, but he had already seen me.I just bit the bullet and walked over there, intending to ignore him and directly knock on the door and enter the office to submit a review, and then leave after submitting.

I stared at my toes and walked quickly, and he stopped slowly when he reached a place not far from me. I pretended not to see him and planned to pass him by, but he grabbed his arm.

"Hiding me again?" His hand was so tight that I shook it in pain, but I didn't shake it off.

"What are you doing?" I frowned, not daring to look directly at him.

"I was wondering why you kept avoiding me and going with that... Black." He said lightly.

"I said, Riddle, there's so much we can't agree on, you know—"

"Shouldn't our focus be on the last sentence?" He interrupted me lightly.

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was doing: "What?"

"I said, are you with Blake?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I looked at him in disbelief, feeling more and more anxious being dragged here by him, I struggled a few times but he still didn't want to let go, "Let me go, I have to pay Self-criticism, I don't have time to talk to you here..."

He unexpectedly didn't answer, and looked at me for two seconds in silence, but he didn't obediently let me go.

"Compared to the past, you have really changed a lot." His voice was very soft, and it seemed a bit long, as if he was really feeling something, "Is it really difficult to understand my feelings?"

"It's not a question of whether you understand it, okay? It's about you...don't you think that what you do is very..." I thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it, "That's wrong."

"You don't understand. You will understand."

I looked at his unwavering eyes and felt helpless: "Okay, I don't understand. I don't want to hear you tell me your thoughts-well, I know we can't go together, I I shouldn't have mentioned this to you. In short, can we just not disturb each other?"

"I don't want to." His attitude was a little tough, almost blurting out, "I don't want you to leave me."

I froze there, my heart seemed to stop beating, I stared at his face with wide eyes for a long time, trying to capture some expression, but failed.

Facing his unflinching gaze, I was finally defeated, shifted my gaze, and said in a softer tone: "I've said it before, our views are inconsistent, and no one wants to force themselves for others, why bother?" ?" There was a slight numbness in the arm he had been holding, and along with the scorching heat in his hand, I frowned anxiously and pushed his hand away, "That's it, if you still want to ... If you still want to be friends, don't continue to tell me these things."

I passed him.

"So you're really with Blake?" His lazy voice came into my ears faintly, with a hint of dangerous temptation. I didn't know if he was joking or what. I really don't want to talk to him anymore. It's exhausted.

"It's nothing." I turned around angrily, "—I'm very puzzled, even if I'm with him, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

He shrugged noncommittally, but there was no expression on his face, even a little more serious than before, but his tone was very gentle, as if he was muttering to himself: "It's better not to be like this, Ashley."

I stopped talking, went straight to the door of the office, knocked on the door and went in.

I adjusted my breathing, and handed the self-criticism that had just been inadvertently crumpled in my hand to Professor Slughorn.

He just glanced at it casually, then nodded and put the review paper aside.

"Are those students okay?" I asked.

"It's all right, just a light burn. Don't be so careless next time—and, you're a good boy, you have to set an example and do what you do in class, don't you? You're smart, don't know No matter how many people work hard, they can’t achieve half of your grades. You, Tom, Wendy, Avery... Take the lead at the beginning and help your classmates. Like Tom, he just discussed academic issues with me, and you are the same, If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." He said tolerantly, stuffing a piece of candied pineapple into his mouth, "Oh, it's so late, Miss Ashley. Go back quickly, or Dippet will shut you down. You're in confinement. Want a piece of pineapple?" He pointed to the box in front of him.

"No, thank you professor," I said.He nodded, indicating that I could go.

I leave the office, check the time, it's 2 minutes before curfew.I quickly ran back to the lounge.

"Black! Black!" I hurriedly found Black's seat and sat in front of him, and took out the Potions homework, "If you don't mind, lend me the Potions homework, I didn't have time to write it. "Professor Slughorn praised me just now, I can't check my homework tomorrow and find out that I didn't write it and hit him in the face.

Blake pulled out a piece of parchment from the side table and pushed it in front of me.

"Thank you, Blake." I began to write quickly.

"Call me Orion." He said suddenly after a while.

"Ha," I smiled nonchalantly, "Okay."

For such a long time, I found that there is no big difference between the last name and the first name in my heart.

He silently bowed his head and continued to do his own thing.

For the first time at Christmas, I didn't sign the detention list.Yes, I went back to the orphanage.In fact, besides some emotional reasons, I still want to go back and see Mr. Cande.

I didn't see Billy this time, he probably left the orphanage too.

I went to spend Christmas with Mr. Kind, who was alone, and he was a little surprised that I didn't stay at school for the holidays, but he was also very happy to entertain me.

Although the hut is dilapidated, it is quite warm after a little tidying up.

We chatted, and the topic turned to the current situation in Paris.It can be seen that he is still full of worries about things, and Christmas may be just a little bit of joy for him.

"...that bastard..." His eyes turned red soon, but as if he didn't want to spoil the Christmas atmosphere or affect my emotions, he shook his head, trying to change the topic.In fact, it doesn't matter to me to hear about this kind of thing. I really want to know what made him like this, and made him suffer so much pressure and pain.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"All the horrible things you can imagine." He took a deep breath. "He destroyed countless homes and lives."

I have to admit, I thought of Riddle out of character.I don't know whether the Grindelwald he and Mr. Cande are talking about is the same kind of person.

"So what exactly is he trying to do?"

"He wants a revolution, to overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy, and to establish a new global order led by wizards, at any cost. I don't know if you can understand, Ashley, you are too young to care This kind of thing," he said.

"I'm not young anymore." I retorted.

He was noncommittal: "Now, only Dumbledore has hope to deal with him. He is too powerful, but Dumbledore is unwilling to make a move."

"why?"

Mr. Kind shook his head without answering.

"If we don't stop him earlier, it's too late now, no one can stop him, and we don't know when the disaster will end," he said.

I was silent, thousands of thoughts flashed chaotically in my mind.

The chaos that Paris is going through now, maybe one day it will spread to England...

I always have a faint feeling of uneasiness. After Mr. Cande told me these things, I don't even know whether Riddle and Grindelwald have the same ideas and ambitions.

I think, if someone really stopped Grindelwald in the early years, would he turn back?Wouldn't all this happen now?

I have a headache.

This kind of thing, I seem to have tried it, but Riddle's concept is too strong, he even wants to change my mind more than I want to change his mind.

I don't want to see him like this.I don't believe that he is a cruel and cold-blooded person, I think he is just extreme and takes hatred too seriously.It was really inappropriate to pour out all the grievances and accusations against his father on all Muggles.

So, should I just try...try harder?

I thought about seeing a few corpses lying on the ground, and I shivered all over.

If I choose to let it go, will this kind of thing happen again in a place where I can't see it?