[HP]Aluet

I shivered and turned around.

Familiar white hair and heterochromatic eyes.Only this time, he really exists here.

He walked to me with his hands behind his back, his eyes froze for a moment when he noticed the necklace on my neck, but his expression was as expected, then he smiled calmly, looked away, and looked at the window without glass.

"You don't believe me," he said.

I did not respond.

"It's okay." He stretched out a hand, on which was the leather glove that brought me here just now, "give me your hand, kid."

"What?" I asked warily.

"Don't be nervous, show me your ability, okay?" He said this with the attitude of an old professor.I hesitated for a moment, but gave him my hand, and a faint white light radiated in an instant.

He finally withdrew his hand and shook his head: "It's useless to go on like this. Alouette's power is far more than that..."

"...Did you mean treatment?"

"This is the least worth mentioning." He said, "The reason why Alouette is powerful... is because of its power against the soul..."

"Tell me, what is your greatest fear, Ashley?" He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and looked at me with interest.

"How do you know my name?" I widened my eyes.

"Don't be surprised, boy. I want to know a person's name so easily," he said. "Then, it's time to answer my question."

The thing you are most afraid of?When Defense Against the Dark Arts class was talking about boggarts in third grade, I saw my boggart, which was a snake—and honestly, it was much scarier looking than a normal snake.

"Snake." I answered truthfully.

However, he seemed a little surprised. The surprise did not lie in what I was afraid of, but that I said it without hesitation. "I thought you'd have to think about it before you could tell me. It actually looks like—probably not that scary, is it?"

"I don't know. Just because I'm afraid doesn't mean I'm also afraid to say it." I looked at him a little nervously, not knowing what he wanted to do.

He paused for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled approvingly: "Okay—in that case, if a snake appeared in front of you, would you think about killing it?"

"No." I said.

"And what if it wants to kill you?"

"..." I choked and didn't speak for a long time, "Maybe."

"That's the problem, Ashley. You're not strong enough, not brave enough."

"How should that be?" The oppressive feeling of the person in front of me made it difficult for me to breathe, but I continued cautiously, "I should answer 'yes' decisively, right? But I don't think this is brave enough .”

"No, no—you don't understand." He shook his head, "Most creatures in the world have a strong sense of self-protection, and people are even more so. When something wants to hurt you, the most effective The way of self-protection is to let this thing disappear from the source, so as to avoid future troubles. Just like a snake, it will not appreciate you because you spared its life. As long as you appear in its hunting range, it has only one target. So You don't need to feel sympathy, forgiveness itself is a cheap handout."

"I have no sympathy, I just—"

"—I don't want to do this." He quickly picked up my words, "There are some things you just need to get used to. After the first time, you won't have those unnecessary feelings of guilt, because you will eventually understand. It's the right thing to do."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly took a few steps back, touched the magic wand in his sleeve, a flash of light, a huge snake landed in front of me, opened its mouth and attacked me, without even giving me time to react .

I broke out in a cold sweat from fright, staggered back several steps, and finally tripped accidentally and fell to the ground.The snake slowly crawled towards me, its body was even thicker than my legs.

I frantically pulled my wand out of my pocket, but it flew out of my hand.I looked angrily at him who was standing straight there.

"Use your abilities, Ashley." His relaxed look was in stark contrast to mine.

"I can't help it!" I almost yelled, seeing the snake wrapped around my ankle, and it slowly approached my face while spitting out its message, I didn't dare to move.

I have no doubt that this is a very poisonous snake. The sharp fangs made my hands and feet feel cold and numb.If I really can't do anything, I may really die here.

I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. He was leaning against the guardrail with his hands behind his back indifferently, and the kind smile he had just now when he was talking to me was completely gone.

The snake head gradually enlarged in my eyes, and I felt that my whole body was frozen, my mind was blank, and there were no weapons around me.

I just regret it now.I really shouldn't be here, I don't even want to know how far my abilities can go - what use are these to me?I should have seen through this man that he was capable of anything.

His voice was already full of disappointment and indifference: "It's a pity. If you can't do it, it's worthless." He turned around and was about to leave.

A drop of fluid from my eye jolted me briefly out of my numbness.Just when the snake was close to my neck, I subconsciously closed my eyes and reached out to grab the snake's body, desperately trying to push or shake it away.

The moment I touched the cold scales, I waited desperately for the fangs to penetrate my flesh with venom, but there was no pain for a long time.The snake suddenly slipped limply from my hand.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes soon filled with surprise, and then turned into joy.

I sat there weakly and took a few breaths.I stared at him bitterly, but he didn't seem to care at all.He approached step by step, knelt down in front of me to check the poisonous snake, and confirmed its death.

"Very good..." He stood up in satisfaction and stretched out his hand to pull me, but I still ignored him and got up by myself.

"Don't blame me, child, I just hope that you have a fuller and more comprehensive understanding of your abilities... Negative emotions can stimulate a person's potential to a certain extent, such as fear, hatred, anger..." His tone was calm, "This is just the beginning. If you learn to control it, then the power it will bring to you will be unimaginable. Your ability can soothe and repair the soul, and it can naturally destroy the soul. This is corresponding."

"I don't need...nor want this ability." I looked him straight in the eyes.Just recovering from the danger, my hands were still shaking slightly.

His smile gradually disappeared, he looked at me thoughtfully for a while, and then his expression returned to normal, his attitude was even a little gentler than before: "You are kind, Ashley, I know. But you will use it sooner or later. Got it, because you were born to be different. I also know that this obviously won't convince you - if you want to get rid of this power, there is a way, but... some people seem not very willing to let it disappear .”

I found that his attention was almost always on my necklace.I looked down at the unremarkable glass ball.

"What do you mean?"

"As I said, this necklace is not a good thing." His expression was serious and serious, but he didn't explain anything in detail, "You have to be careful, Ashley. I understand that you still don't trust me, I I just hope you understand the dangers of this thing. As for how to do it, it is your choice. You can consider using your ability to do what you really want to do, or...find a way to divert it. And I, can help You." He smiled, "From now on, I think you have the right to know my name—Gellert Grindelwald."

Under my shocked gaze, he acted very calmly, and patted me on the shoulder lightly: "I believe you have heard some bad remarks from me through various channels, and I don't want to do it Explain more. Just hope you will understand that we must be standing on the same principle."

After saying this, he walked down the stairs and disappeared into the hall towards the outside of the door.

……

"You don't look very well. What did he tell you?" Riddle handed me a glass of water.

"It's nothing, just—" I rubbed my temples, "let me know how to use my abilities...you can put it this way."

"Oh?" He responded casually, without continuing to speak.

"Since the matter is over, let's go back." I took a deep breath and packed up my bag.He nodded, handed me a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and watched me drink it.

"Hope I didn't make a mistake this time." He raised an eyebrow and downed another bottle.

I smiled and fiddled with my curly black hair: "Obviously, it's as you wished."

We left Paris and returned to London.

I looked at the glass ball on my neck.What exactly does it do?Let’s ask Mr. Cande, Grindelwald has told me twice that it’s not a good thing, in case what he said is true... maybe Mr. Cande doesn’t know the purpose of this thing, After all, he said it was left to me by my father, maybe he didn't know some of the details.

But when I asked him, he gave a very positive answer.

"It will protect you, Ashley," he said.

protection?

"Well... so, my father... has he told you the specific details about it? For example, what is it, what is its real function, and... will it have any bad effects? "

Kande was silent for a while, and said: "This is the pendant of the Alouette family. You can use it as a guardian artifact. It is said that it can help its owner get out of trouble, and now this opportunity belongs to you."

"In this case, won't there be any price?"

"Aisley, your relatives will not harm you." He said seriously and firmly, then frowned, "Where did you hear anything?"

I shook my head: "I'm just curious, I just want to know its purpose."

After I went back, I hesitated again and again, but in the end I still didn't take it off.

Let it go, just do what you want, leave everything to fate, always let me make judgments and choices, I am exhausted.

I furrowed my brows, closed my eyes, and forced my mind to empty so that I could fall asleep quickly.

The next day, the sun outside was covered by thick clouds, and the weather was much cooler.

I was wandering the streets, came across the town of Camberley by accident, and passed the jewellery.There was no dim oil lamp in the shop, it was pitch black, the door was locked, with a thin layer of dust on it, the sign that was hung on the door before was gone, and there was only an empty hook stuck there .

I glanced at the time, it was past seven o'clock, and it was time for business by this time.

I stayed at the door in doubt for a long time, until an old woman called me: "Little girl, who are you looking for?"

"Ah, no." I waved my hand.

"You can come to my place to have a look, maybe there will be something you like." She took out the key and opened the door of the store next door.

"Okay." I agreed and followed her into the store.I looked around and asked casually, "Is the one next to you...closed?"

"Oh, it's been several months—about the end of December, the old man had a heart attack and passed away." She took out her glasses from her pocket and put them on, "I'm lonely. I just adopted a little girl— ——That girl is also stupid, she didn’t even want valuable things, and gave them all to several shops in the neighborhood. Many of my things belonged to his family, and I asked her to sell them herself, but she didn’t want them either. I want to get some I exchanged the money with her, and she took fifty pounds and some pennies... don't know where it is now."

I sighed softly.

At the end of December, it should be not long after Riddle and I came here, this person said he was not there and then he was gone.

I suddenly noticed a very old-looking pocket watch on the counter beside her.I walked over to pick it up carefully, opened it and took a look.Looking at it, there was actually a photo posted inside. It was a group photo of the store manager and a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes. They looked like grandpa and granddaughter, with a bright and warm smile on their faces.

She squinted her eyes and pushed the lens, saw the picture above clearly, a look of surprise appeared on her face, then she took the pocket watch away from me in embarrassment, and put it in the box behind her: "Oh, this , this—I'm really sorry, I think this needs to be reserved for that little girl, maybe she will come back to get it someday."

I nodded in understanding: "But, will she come back?"

"Oh, who knows. Anyway, it's a photo after all, so I'd better keep it for her." She said helplessly, "I don't think so. The poor little girl may have been stimulated and became a little mentally disturbed. I just I remember that when the police came, she was crying and fussing. She wanted to say that the old man had been murdered. She became hoarse and scratched his sleeves. She finally dragged him away. She went to see a psychiatrist, she desperately refused to go, and ran away..."

My heart twitched violently: "Killed by...?"

I coughed hard a few times, feeling that my throat was blocked by something, and my voice was hoarse.

"Oh, no! How is it possible!" Seeing my whole body tense for a moment, she shook her head and patted the back of her hand, "No injury, and no shot. He had a heart attack early in the morning. I haven't brought any medicine yet, let me tell you, it's really—ah, I don't pay much attention to my body. As an old man, any disease can kill him..."

I chatted with her a little bit, and finally picked out a pretty bracelet and bought it.After saying goodbye, I walked absent-mindedly on the busy street.Horrible thoughts were forcibly suppressed by me time and time again.

Muggles naturally think that the little girl has mental problems, but I don't think so, I don't think she would say that for no reason, it seems somewhat abnormal.

The oppressive feeling of suffocation makes me extremely irritable.I really want to ask her, but I don't know where she is.

Could it be that Riddle did it, he only used one to faint at that time... I pressed my frown.I don't know how to describe my messy mood.This feeling of tangled anxiety kept hitting me, I was really fed up, I even wanted to ask him to understand in front of him, but I couldn't.

I know very well that he will never tell me the truth.

Please, Merlin, please don't be what I think.