[HP]Aluet

Stepping on a thin layer of rain, footsteps sounded rhythmically in the dark night.

I don't know when the street was empty. I slowed down a bit, but I heard another footstep that didn't overlap.

For a moment, fear spread in my heart, and I looked around, except for the swaying reflection of the glass door on the street, the surrounding area was horribly empty.The drizzle fell on my face, which was like a dull pain like a needle prick.

I secretly took out the wand from my bag and held it tightly in my hand, intending to speed up my pace and walk through the long and narrow alley in front to the familiar station.

I can no longer care about the fact that magic is not allowed in the Muggle world. The sense of crisis keeps hitting my defenses, and all kinds of miscellaneous spells flash through my mind.

I walked forward with a dull head, my eyes fixed on the toe of the splashing water, my steps were fast, and finally I started to trot.

"boom!"

I slammed into an invisible barrier and was bounced back. My brain was buzzing, and I fell hard on the ground, rolled and hit the wall, and my internal organs seemed to be misplaced.The contents of the bag were scattered around, and the wand was also out of hand.

I moved over in a panic, groping my hands in the rain, and I felt a sharp cold sensation in my palm. I didn't feel any pain, but I just grabbed the piece of glass and blocked it in front of me, and the other hand was still desperately trying. Find the wand.

I saw a man wearing a top hat and a black suit stepping out of the swirling air mass, smoothing his gloves indifferently.I finally grabbed my wand, but as soon as I picked it up, the man swung the wand in his hand first, and the weapon just in his hand spun again and fell to the far ground.

"Who are you?" My voice trembled.

I don't know when I provoked such a number one person, he didn't stop at all, he walked up to me and stretched out his hand to grab my neck.I instinctively blocked it with shards of glass, but he flung the shards away with ease.

I felt like he was here to kill me, and he had no intention of answering my question at all.

But in fact he didn't kill me, I realized he was trying to take me somewhere.I closed my eyes, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and I didn't feel anything unusual.I opened my eyes, and the man was still standing in front of me, but his hands had been withdrawn.I finally saw his appearance clearly. He looked like a young man in his 40s and [-]s, with black hair and black eyes, a little gloomy.He is a complete stranger to me.

"What are you going to do?" I saw him stop moving, so I summoned up the courage to ask.

His eyes flickered erratically, and finally he managed to slip his wand up his sleeve.

"Don't be afraid." His expression was still gloomy, and his voice was muffled, "I didn't come to kill you, but someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

"It's not important." He said again, "Give me your necklace."

I subconsciously grabbed the dark green ball hanging around my neck and stared at him defensively.

"You can be a little friendlier, Aurelius..." A chuckle sounded, but I didn't see the third person, "Let me talk to her."

This man named Aurelius took out something from his arms, and that thing emitted a thick black-gray mist, blocking Aurelius.When I saw it clearly again, there was another person standing in front of me. His shape was weird and slightly illusory, but it was completely different from the translucent feeling of the ghosts in the school—in other words, he saw Get up and not be in this space.The weirdest thing was that he looked at me with a smile on his face, but one of his white eyes showed a coldness and terror that was completely different from the gentleness in the other blue eye.

Perhaps because of this, my sense of fear has not diminished in the slightest, and I only feel that the person in front of me is dangerous and terrifying.

"I found you. In a blink of an eye, you have grown so big." He smiled and stretched out his hand to me, trying to pull me up, and his tone was very relaxed, as if a relative or friend who hadn't seen me for many years chatted with me .But I didn't pull his hand. I propped myself up on the ground and leaned against the wall behind me, still trembling slightly.He looked like he didn't mind, and naturally withdrew his hands behind his back.

"Who are you?" I frowned, puzzled.I'm sure I don't know him, but his face is inexplicably familiar to me, but I can't remember it.In short, my whole body was tense, no matter how relaxed he was, I could feel a kind of extreme terror from him.

"It seems that you don't have much impression of me, but it's understandable. Up to now—" He raised his head and thought for a while, "It's been more than ten years. How old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen? The second meeting. How is the time going?"

I don't want to hear him chatting with me here. If he doesn't reveal his purpose for too long, the more flustered I become.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" I almost blurted out, feeling that my reason was almost drained by fear.

"Okay." He shook his head helplessly, "I didn't come here to scare you. You should know who you are, right? But I guess, you may not really know Alouette."

"Alouette? How do you know?" My eyes widened.

"Of course I know, I know more. As the Alouette family, I don't know how far my ability can be exerted, I will regret it."

"Are you from the Alouette family?"

"No," he said.

"Then how do you know how to use Alouette's ability?" My heart was beating fast.

In this extreme tension, I even ignored my thinking and speaking. Fortunately, instead of being provoked, he patiently explained: "I am not, but I once knew an Aluet."

"I guess I can ask him?" I said tremblingly.

He smiled: "She has passed away."

I was speechless, and after a moment of silence, his eyes turned to the glass ball around my neck.

"Show me your necklace, can you?" he asked politely.

I vigilantly held the glass ball in my hand.

"Don't worry, I just want to take a look at it, and I won't take it away."

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that I was powerless in front of this kind of person, so I just took a look, so I raised the glass ball.He took a few steps closer, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and finally straightened up again.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked.I shook my head.

"Listen to my advice, don't wear it on your body, it's not a good thing. It's dangerous and will hurt you." His expression was serious, as if he was lying.I was a little shaken for a while, but when I thought that Mr. Cande gave it to me, I felt that Mr. Cande was much more trustworthy.

"Alouette's real power is definitely not as simple as you imagine..." He was about to say something more, his eyes were in a trance, and his expression suddenly became surprised, "Someone found out. I can't stay for too long, I'll wait You come to me, Paris, where you were born—I will give you all the answers."

He shrank into the thing in mist and disappeared. Aurelius reappeared in front of me, put the thing away in the blink of an eye, glanced at me indifferently, turned around, and disappeared into the cyclone with a gust of wind. , and then the group of cyclones disappeared.My eyes suddenly began to spin, and I sat down on the ground again, blinking and looking around numbly, there were pedestrians coming and going at the end of the alley, and there seemed to be a figure in a hood staying there.I wiped the wet face, I don't know whether it was tears or rain, and hurriedly stuffed the scattered things back into the bag with the dirty muddy water. With the help of the weak light coming in from the street, I found There was a deep cut on the palm of the hand, blood stains and water stains all over the hands and arms, a lot of clothes were stained, and now it is estimated that there are also on the face.

I gathered up the broken pieces of sharp glass, and seeing my somewhat embarrassed face reflected on it, I suddenly realized what it was that was broken.

It was the double-sided mirror that had been kept in the bag and never taken out.

Under the effect of the fear that has not dissipated, coupled with an inexplicable sadness, the eyes blurred instantly, and the warm liquid flowed down from the cheeks, mixed with a faint blood color and smudged the ground drop by drop.

I threw the fragments into the bag, grabbed the bag and wand, stood up, stumbled towards the end of the alley, and dimly saw that familiar figure still standing there.

"Riddle?" I called out.

The man turned and left.

I chased down Broad Street.There were fewer people at night. I looked for the similar figure and chased after him, calling his name several times.

People on the street turned a blind eye to me.

I ran around aimlessly, and finally stopped at a corner, long gone by the hooded figure.

I calmed down like being splashed with a bucket of cold water.

The helplessness and exhaustion overwhelming my brain and limbs oppressed my chest. I squatted down slowly against the wall in pain. The dizziness and suffocation forced me to curl up and hug my legs. I coughed twice and choked. With a little rain, a sourness came back, and I even wanted to vomit.

I don't know how long it took, but it may not have been a while before the feeling of rain dripping from the top of my head and neck disappeared.

I raised my head buried in my knees.

Riddle stood in front of me wearing a black hood, holding an umbrella over my head, the rain dripping down the brim of his hat, but his face was still as usual.

I watched him squat down, level with me.I couldn't think of anything, my limbs were limp and weak, except that various unknown and intertwined emotions piled up into a steady stream of tears, all of which poured out of aggrieved all at once.

With wet hair sticking to my face, I can even imagine how ugly I am crying now.

I don't know why he chose to leave school on Christmas, and I don't know how he found me. I don't have time to think about it so much. I just want to find a proper and reasonable outlet for everything that happened.

He just watched me cry quietly, didn't say anything to comfort me, and even his expression didn't change.

I whimpered and wiped off the water stains on my face again and again. I feel like I must be a naive and embarrassing child now, but I just can't help it.

He hugged me very lightly and gently.

I suddenly had a very strange feeling.

This feeling does not come from me, but from him.But I can't tell what's the difference.

"I'm here."