[HP]Aluet

In fact, everything is not as bad as imagined, only when I am alone can I feel that I am not alone.

I should cheer up and do what I should do.

I was even more serious than I was initially, which surprised me.For the upcoming exams in June, I have put in more effort than I have ever put together. I am busier than ever and have almost no energy to think about other things.

I deeply realize that this may be a good thing.If things go on like this, I still have great hopes of finding a job that suits me and I like after graduation—the fifth grade is almost over, it’s time to think about the future, and I haven’t focused on my studies for a long time up.

I don't know why the same thing didn't affect Riddle at all.

I felt a sudden tightness in my chest, so I took a deep breath and abruptly pulled my thoughts back to the Potions homework in front of me.

It's the Easter holiday, but the library is not too crowded.Almost no one goes home—the Easter holiday every year can’t be regarded as a real holiday, and the mountain of homework is a headache, but it’s a pity that I still have to finish it seriously for the exam.

"Hi."

I looked up, and it was the Hufflepuff boy who asked me to deliver the greeting card earlier—if I remember correctly, it seems to be Jerry?

He happened to pass by me and greeted me with a smile, and I nodded in response.He walked over and sat next to Dorsey in the back, talking and laughing in a low voice.

I guess they are probably really together.

I came to my senses.

"Orion." I whispered to Orion who was sitting not far in front, "Potion Book."

He reacted for two seconds, finally stood up, picked up something casually and walked over.

"What?" He asked without looking at me, sat down across the table from me, and continued to write his thesis with his head down.

"Lend me the potion book." I repeated.

He was writing with one hand and took out the book from his bag with the other and put it on the table.

"Thank you."

I spent the whole afternoon writing unfinished homework. When I finished the last stroke, I woke up and found that the sky had already darkened.

"You...why are you so serious all of a sudden?" Orion said.

"I used to be like this too." I thought that when I first came to Hogwarts, I was really serious about my studies. In short, I also forgot when I started to focus on it, and the number and time of going to the library were also reduced. Much less - until now I've gotten back a little feeling, but it doesn't seem to be as easy as it used to be.

He froze for a while, as if thinking about it, then shook his head: "Well, it's been too long."

"The OWLs exam will be in June, and we are almost in the sixth grade, and there will be two years of graduation work, and we will still be a little nervous...

"Employment considerations when the holidays are over. What do you want to do, maybe—Auror?" I asked.

"No." He rejected it very decisively.

"why?"

Instead of answering, he asked me in turn, "What about you?"

"Therapist? Or teacher," I said.

……

Time passes day by day.

Maybe it's because I've worked hard during this time, and the final exam went well, and I'm just waiting for the grades to come out after the sixth grade begins.

The [-]th grade NEWTs and we are not doing it at the same time.

Before their exams ended, I walked through the corridor on the second floor, and stopped at the door for a while with my book in my arms. When the heavy door opened, robes of four colors split into two forked paths and poured out bustlingly.Unfortunately, I was facing the empty space in the middle, but there were many students coming and going in the corridor, so I wouldn't draw attention to it.But it was easy for me to see the tall and straight figure in the all-green robe with his hands buried in his pockets, because he was so indifferent among the excited crowd discussing exam content, holidays, or ideals and the future that it was impossible to ignore.

I'm leaving school tomorrow.I looked back and walked to the living room.I don't think I need to say goodbye to him.

Like most people write to their family, I wrote to Mr. Cande, telling him that I was going on vacation and waiting to return the next day.

In the evening, it was empty outside, only a few people walking and talking in low voices.With some moonlight, I saw a person sitting on a wooden chair by the black lake, and he looked familiar.

I moved closer and he spotted me and smiled politely at me.

"J...Jerry?" I tentatively asked.

He raised his head, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Do you know my name?"

"Yes, I heard about it from Dorsey, and I guess it was you." I replied.

His eyes dimmed suddenly.I almost thought there was something wrong with my perception, because he just smiled and said nothing, stood up and walked slowly to the edge of the black lake.

"Graduated." He stated these words to himself, then yawned and looked straight at the surface of the Black Lake.

I stood far away from him and the others, silent.Maybe I should say happy graduation, but his heart seems to be much heavier than he looks on the surface.

But I don't know him well, so I didn't intend to ask him.

"Well... I'll go first, goodbye." I said so.

"Bye." He replied.

When the sun rose the next morning, the whole of Hogwarts was also noisy.Everyone lugged their luggage, and there was a group of graduates posing for a photo.

I sat on the bench and waited, the sunshine in June was too glaring, I frowned slightly.

In such situations I always catch Riddle at a glance.But at this time, he said a few words to the students next to him, and then nodded perfunctorily, leaving them who were still chatting enthusiastically, walking towards me, the sunlight made him squint his eyes.

"morning."

Familiar yet a little strange, with his elegant and calm ending, it fell lightly in my ears.

"Morning." I replied completely subconsciously.I stared at him unexpectedly until he also sat down, although there was only one person in between, I still didn't feel quite used to it.

I look away.

I think we've been estranged for too long.

He still seemed very natural compared to me, and even made me feel that he really just wanted to come and sit for a while.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

I was stunned for a moment before I realized: "I'll go back and find Mr. Kande first."

He nodded.

"What about you?" I hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "What are your plans after graduation?"

"Maybe come back and be a teacher," he said.

He was the one who alienated me first, and now he is the one who took the initiative to talk to me. I couldn't understand what kind of thoughts he was holding. I had to guess if he had something to say or something, but he was just being polite. Sentence stood up: "Let's go."

I turned my head, and the train had stopped there, puffing out white gas.

The professors were gathering students from various colleges, and everyone got on the bus one after another.

Sitting in the car was so boring that it made people sleepy. Before the train started, I lay down on the table, buried my face completely in my arms, and put my hands around my shoulders.

I think this is probably the most secure position, light and noise are hardly bothering me.

I fell asleep drowsily accompanied by the looming buzz of the siren.

The light was so dim that I couldn't see the surroundings clearly. I blinked, but my eyes still seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.But I was still aware that I was in an unfamiliar corridor, surrounded by several closed doors—except for the one to my left that was ajar, and a faint light shone through it.

I pushed open the door and walked in.

"I'm not like him, he's just an idiot."

"Shut up, Tom! You can't say that, go and apologize to him!"

The boy snorted coldly, walked over while brushing the woman's arm, and left the house through the open door, and I followed.

"Riddle?" I wanted to stop him, but he seemed to be unable to hear me, and walked straight forward until the harsh light shone into my eyes, and I raised my hand to cover my forehead, waiting to see each other again When looking at the scene in front of me, I found myself standing on a country road with tall, tangled bushes and hedges on both sides, and it seemed that there were people riding horses slowly disappearing in the distance.

I ran forward along the path, I don't know how long I ran, I saw a few men in tall hats talking in front of me, and one of them was smoking a pipe and looked towards me.

"Hi?" I tried to say hello.But he turned his head and continued chatting with others.

"I'm thinking about changing him to another school. He can't play with the kids there."

"Wouldn't it be better to change the environment?"

"I don't know. But maybe it means he's smarter than the other kids, oh--if I say this in front of Mrs Cotton and she thinks I've offended her kids, she'll be on fire hot air balloon."

I stare suspiciously at the man in front of me, who looks like Tom Riddle in his 40s.But I'm sure he wasn't, and Riddle had never spoken in that tone.

I passed them and continued to move forward, pushing aside the dense bushes, and I saw a boy sitting on the steps, a leaf flying in front of him, he yawned boredly, moved his fingers, and the leaf split inexplicably It fell to the ground in two halves.

"Riddle!" I called his name, but he was just minding his own business.

Suddenly I felt the ground under my feet shaking, the surrounding scene became blurred, and the sound of raindrops beating on the window rang softly in my ears.I shook my head, the surroundings became pitch black again, I was still standing in the corridor at the beginning, this time the open door became the one on the right, I walked in, it was a spacious room, the sky was gloomy outside, It seems to be raining heavily.

"Passed?"

"Ah."

"That's good—I know you're sure."

"It hasn't been long since you graduated, so you still have to talk to the old professor about unfamiliar places."

He shrugged indifferently, with no expression on his face.

"Did you hear that?" the woman asked worriedly.

"Okay." He replied, took something from the table and left.

"Riddle?" I called him again unwillingly, but he still couldn't see me.

I felt a shaking under my feet again.I felt as if I had been ejected by a force, and I began to feel some tingling in my arms.

I'm dreaming...

I lifted my face a little from my arms, and it was raining outside the window.Drowsiness enveloped me, I closed my astringent eyes and fell asleep again.

I looked around, the unfamiliar street at night was so quiet that there was only the regular sound of raindrops, and panic surged in my heart for no reason.

Fortunately, I saw a familiar figure in front of me—I didn't dare to confirm it, my heart was pounding, and I walked over at a faster pace.

The surrounding lights seemed to light up gradually as I approached, and I no longer felt panicked.She turned her head, and I could only see the outline of that hazy face, but in an instant, a strange feeling rushed from my internal organs to the top of my head, and I did not know how to confirm her identity.

"...Mom?" I was so surprised, I reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Aisley..." She easily pulled her arm out of my hand and patted me gently on the shoulder.I raised my hand, but before I touched her, she suddenly became transparent and then disappeared.

The lights went out abruptly.

"Aisley?"

I woke up suddenly and opened my eyes.

I raised my head in a daze, and Orion stood there, visibly startled.Only then did I feel that my eyes and face were wet, so I turned my head and wiped away the tears on my face.

The car had already stopped, and the students outside the window went out one after another, and many parents were waiting at the platform.

He should have reminded me to get out of the car.

"... Had a nightmare?" He pursed his lips, his voice very soft.

I shook my head.

"Thank you. Let's go." I stood up and walked out. He didn't say anything, and got out of the car with the flow of people behind.

After getting out of the car, I subconsciously looked back. I didn't know who I was looking for, but all the faces I saw were unfamiliar.

"Dorsey!"

Hearing the familiar name, I looked over reflexively, and it turned out to be Jerry.They were pretty close to me, but I didn't notice because of the noise and the movement of the crowd.

"My parents are over there!" Dorsey frowned, looking at him in disbelief.

"I know.—Is it really impossible?"

She opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what to say, just staring at Jerry, looking suddenly sad.

"No way, Jerry. I've tried, and they're totally unacceptable."

"They should have given you the power to decide."

Dorsey shook her head, and took two steps back, looking very anxious: "I have to go—not all love can be desperate, Jerry, I really have to go."

She turned and walked quickly to a couple in the distance. They took her luggage, glanced at Jerry, asked something in a low voice, and left.

I stared blankly at their retreating figures until Orion called my name.

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay." I said.

"You know them?" He followed my gaze and quickly looked away indifferently.

"It should be counted as acquaintance."

We walked forward for a while.

"Didn't your family come to pick you up?" I asked.

"No need, I'll go back by myself."

"Then you can drop by Diagon Alley." I said with a smile.

We walked all the way, and after a long time, he suddenly said, "Most pure-blood Slytherin families discriminate against mixed-bloods and mudbloods."

"Sorry - Muggle-born wizards." He shrugged. "You should know when I say this, and our family is no exception."

I fell silent listening to his words.

Jerry...he really wasn't from a pure-blood family.I almost forget how much most Slytherins look down on Hufflepuff students, Hufflepuff is completely "Mudblood" gathering place in their mouth.

"If...for example, if you befriended a non-pure blood wizard, what would happen to your family?"

"No. Of course, if she married a - Muggle wizard or half-blood, she would probably be expelled from the family." He knew what I wanted to ask, so he answered very directly.

"Delisting?" I was surprised, "Really? As a family member, I can really do it because of this little thing..."

"It's a trivial matter in your eyes, but it's a disgrace in their eyes."

I was speechless.

Maybe I was born in such a family, I will understand it.However, I don't think this is right, at least I have no way to empathize or approve.