[HP]Aluet

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He repeated, until my emotions gradually calmed down, he pushed me away, put the strands of hair sticking to my face behind my ears, and then pulled me up Injured right hand, "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

"If only I had your kind of ability, wouldn't it be great?" His voice was very soft and soft. I looked at his face, adjusted my breathing, and didn't speak.

"The mirror is broken?" he asked.I nodded and took the pieces out of my bag.He silently took it, repaired it with a repairing spell, and then handed it back to me, "You said... what would you do without me." His calm words flew into my ears lightly, like It became something real and entangled me. I took a deep breath and got rid of the sudden and inexplicable suffocation at this moment.

"...You're getting wet, Riddle."

He stood up, dripping from the corners of his robe.

"Just go back and use a quick-drying spell." He said indifferently.

"I'll catch a cold." I finally wiped off the remaining tears on my face, got up by myself, and slightly pushed the handle of the umbrella towards him, "Let's go."

He held my hand, and I didn't resist. The umbrella covered the two of us, and the blackness blended into the quiet rainy night.

"Maybe you'd like to tell me what just happened."

"I don't know...but that person seems to know my background very well, and asked me to go to Paris to find him..."

He was silent for a while, and finally said: "I think you should go."

"But they look... as if they have some purpose." I hesitated, feeling a little scared.

"Don't you want to find out about your own life experience?"

"Thinking about it, it's just..." I still feel flustered.

"I'll accompany you," he said, "I won't let anything happen to you."

With a shock in my heart, I turned my head and glanced at him, all I saw was his angular profile.

I think he must be serious.

I almost forgot how far I had traveled. In short, when I got to the gate, I realized that this is not an orphanage.

"Where is this?" I looked around.It was already dark, and I could barely see my fingers. I didn't recognize this place, but the layout always looked familiar.

"I can't stay in the orphanage forever." He led the way in, and as he went up the stairs, he took out his wand and waved it, and the lights came on.

It's a big and neat house.

He opened the door of a room and went in. I stopped at the door, and he did not close the door, took off his coat and threw it aside.

I turned my head and looked around, and looked down the stairs, the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, the familiar dining table, the familiar chandelier...

"This is..." This is the Riddle House.He once killed three people here in revenge, and I saw it with my own eyes.I suddenly opened my eyes wide and looked back at Riddle, but he calmly faced my slightly flustered expression, raised his index finger to his mouth, and made a "shh" gesture.

I abruptly swallowed back the words that followed.

He put the things on the table to himself, and his tone was relaxed and even with a hint of a smile: "You just take this as my home. In a sense, it is true."

"Are you going to stand at the door all the time?" He walked inside, his back turned to me, and he was tinkering with something while talking.

So I went in and saw a small stack of notebooks and parchments on the table in front of him, one of which was still open, and it was full of his neat black handwriting—and some I didn't recognize. herbs and jars.

He held up a small vial of blue-green reagent and glanced at the light, then poured it into the cauldron casually, and then put two pieces of things with texture like tree stumps into it.

Looking so proficient, he should have done a lot of potion homework.

He's doing his own thing and doesn't talk to me.I looked away and walked randomly around the room a few times.

After more than ten minutes, he walked to the bedside while shaking a small bottle of transparent blue liquid medicine, put the bottle on the cabinet next to him, took off his gloves by the way, and sat down as if he was tired. On the bed, he narrowed his eyes and exhaled lightly through his nose.

I caught him staring at me, so I turned away unnaturally.

"I'm going to sleep," he said.

"..." I blinked my eyes ignorantly, and said consciously, "Oh yes, I'm leaving."

I was about to go to the next room, but as soon as I got to the door, the door closed in front of me.

Startled, I turned to see Riddle still leaning there, putting his wand aside as if nothing had happened.

"Come here." He turned his head slightly towards me.

I froze in place for a few seconds, and finally walked over slowly.I feel like my brain is definitely a mess right now.

He pulled my right hand over and I shuddered.He looked at me with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Why are you nervous?"

I bit my lip, not daring to look at him anymore, my heart was about to jump out of my throat.He took the bottle of medicine from the side, opened my hand and poured some medicine into my palm.

The medicine that had just cooled down became icy and cold on the palm of his hand. He spread the medicine evenly on my wound with his fingers. The numb itching lasted for a long time, and he didn't feel much pain. Gradually became clearer as if revived.He skillfully wrapped me up with cloth strips, tied a knot, and moved very lightly.

"Thank you." I lowered my head and retracted my hand, my voice was as low as a mosquito.

I could feel his calm and deep eyes still resting on me, and my hands and feet were a little bit out of place.

"Stay?" he said softly.With a breathy voice, I don't know if it's an attitude of asking or begging, it penetrated into my ears, but it exploded in my brain like a bomb.

"Huh?" I couldn't tell whether I was shocked or flustered.I stared at him for a long time, my whole body was tense, my face seemed to be on fire, and I pricked up my ears like a frightened bird to confirm what I just heard, and even took a step back without standing still.

"I think... I think..." I moved towards the door, organizing my words, "I think, forget it..."

I slipped out as if escaping, and before closing the door, I could still see a triumphant arc on the corner of Riddle's mouth. I said "good night" and quickly closed the door.

Early in the morning, I was awakened by a very light rustling sound outside the door.

The quality of my sleep is actually not very good. I usually feel very light, and I wake up when there is a sound.I opened my bleary sleepy eyes and found that the genius had just begun to light up, probably at some time in the early morning.

The sound gradually disappeared, and my drowsiness returned, but just after I closed my eyes and took a nap, I shook my head and sat up again.

I put on my coat, opened the door and went out.

The door to Riddle's room was open and no one was there.I don't know what to do at this point.I thought about it and took out the double-sided mirror from my inner pocket.

"... Riddle?" I whispered to the mirror again, without any response, "Tom Riddle?"

After a while, fluctuations similar to water ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror. As soon as I saw his jawline, he put the mirror down, so the upside-down shaking buildings and his fluttering clothes appeared in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" His voice was not very clear.

"Where are you?" I tried to make out the blurred building in the mirror.

Accompanied by a gust of wind, he didn't respond, and it took a long time before he spoke: "I'll go back after I finish my business."

This kind of veiled answer made me feel uneasy.I was afraid that he would do something out of line again, even though I didn't know what I could do even if I went with him, I hurried out the door.

"Take me with you?" I asked with a hint of pleading, "Wait for me for a while."

I don't know if he thinks I'm annoying, but I'm really panicking now.

I was walking on the road while looking at the mirror.He still hasn't told me where he is, but I seem to hear him sigh imperceptibly.

The scene in the screen freezes.

"You're in Camberley, aren't you?" I saw clearly this time.

"Ah."

"Apparate!"

With a blast of air, my feet landed on the ground again.

In a hurry, I forgot that Apparition has a sound.Fortunately, it was too early and there was no one around.

I ran in the direction I remembered.

I finally saw Riddle.He stood there without moving, turned around when he heard footsteps, and put the mirror back in his pocket.

He didn't speak all the way.

"Sorry." I said.

I think he will probably not be very happy about my presumptuous proposition to go with him.

"Sorry for what?" His tone was very calm, and he even changed the subject naturally, "I woke up so early, did I make too much noise in the morning?"

I shook my head.

He stopped in front of a dilapidated jewelry store.There are few places with lights nearby, but here is a faint yellow light, and a sign of "Closed Business" is hung on the door.

He opened the door and I walked in with him.

A man who looked to be around sixty leaned out from the back room and looked at us over his glasses for a while.

"Sorry, it's not open yet, please come back after seven o'clock, it's written on the door."

"Hello, sir." Riddle walked over to him and bowed politely, took out a letter from his body and handed it to him, "I think Mr. Layton has greeted you in advance."

The shopkeeper opened the letter, read it carefully, and nodded suddenly: "You are Tom, right?"

"Yes."

"That old guy, I haven't been here for a while. I used to come here every two days. I don't know what I'm busy with recently." The shopkeeper said casually, turned around and went back to the back room, and then came out with a small box and put it in our room. On the glass cabinet in front of him, he didn't open it immediately, but glanced at me.

"Who is this lady?" he asked.

"My friend." Riddle smiled and replied casually.

……friend……?

Although I felt a little weird, I smiled symbolically.

The shopkeeper nodded and opened the box.

At that moment I thought I saw a greedy red light flash in Riddle's eyes, but I was almost sure I was wrong, he picked up the hourglass-like thing and looked back and forth, and finally the owner was a little anxious , he calmly put it back.

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, closed the box again, looked at Riddle, and waited for him to speak.

"Nobody else will know about our deal, sir?" he said.

"Of course not—except for this young lady, isn't she with you?" The shopkeeper smiled apologetically.

"But, I still have a question." Riddle's expression was a little confused, "Who did you get this thing... from?"

"This..." The shopkeeper frowned in embarrassment.

"I understand your difficulty, sir, but I just want to get acquainted, that's all. You know, I want to buy it because I must have a hobby of collecting it." Riddle said sincerely, "And I I'm a student, so I usually don't have much time to bother."

The shopkeeper hesitated for a while: "Well, seeing that you have a good face and a good conversation, I guess Mr. Lin would be quite willing to communicate with you..."

They said a few words of courtesy, and when the shopkeeper bent down to pick up something, I clearly saw the smile on Riddle's face disappear.

"Passed out!"

The shopkeeper fell heavily to the ground along with his bent body.

I was startled by this sudden scene, Riddle took his wand back calmly.

"What... what's wrong?"

"Fake." He weighed the box, his face was gloomy, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a sneer, "The Lin family is really good."

I half understood: "What do you want this thing for? Collection?"

"How is it possible?" He chuckled, "It's just to get one step closer to my goal."

"...Target? What target?" I asked tentatively.

"It's something you wouldn't want to pursue." He threw the wooden box into the fireplace beside him, and the flames ignited suddenly, and the orange light reflected on his face.

He glanced at the shopkeeper who was still lying on the ground, turned around and walked out the door.I froze for a few seconds, and followed, but my ears moved, as if I heard something coming from the room.

I turned my head and saw a brown-haired head by the door of the inner room quickly shrank in.

Riddle didn't notice, I pretended I didn't see anything, and walked out of the store quickly.

After walking a few steps, Riddle suddenly glanced at a certain place next to him, and I followed his gaze. At around six o'clock, there were already some pedestrians on the street, but one of them still caught my attention. Note that even though he lowered the brim of his hat, he looked familiar the moment I glanced over it, like a Slytherin senior - Mulciber, but I'm not sure.

I didn't pay much attention, if it was him, then maybe he lived around here.However, there seem to be very few students living in the Muggle world.

The morning light through the cold fog was a little red.Today is another gloomy and cold day, I tucked my neck into the scarf, suppressing some inexplicable uneasiness and depression in my heart.