[HP]Aluet

I pulled the hood down.

The streets at noon were full of people coming and going, which was extremely bustling.After staying in Azkaban for so long, now that he has come out, he feels a sense of relief when he sees the light of day again.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to relieve some of the depression in my heart.

I casually picked up a newspaper that someone had dropped from the ground.

[…Jonas Heinrich, who escaped from prison on the night of June 1946, 6, please contact the Ministry of Magic if you know what’s going on…]

Hanging on it is a dynamic photo of Heinrich, marked with the words "Wanted".

I stopped reading, the newspaper came out of my hand and drifted away with the wind.I put my hands in my pockets and walked forward unhurriedly.The sun was shining on my face under the hood, and I felt the warmth, but I was thinking about what to do next.

It's time for me to go to Riddle - it's been five months and he's supposed to be back from Albania too.

I took Krell's original wand to the Ministry of Magic, and I buried my own wand under the tree behind Andric's house.I took the wand out of there and wiped it clean.I stroked its clean and flawless torso, and after a long time, I buried it back in place.

I think I probably don't fit the wand anymore.

I went and bought a new wand and put it in my pocket.I came to the street near Krell's house, wandered there for a long time, and luckily ran into him.

I slipped in, the tip of my wand hidden in my sleeve pressed against his back.

"Don't be nervous." I could clearly see that he froze instantly, so I said, "It's me, Ashley."

"Aisley?" He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes almost popped out in surprise, "How did you come out?"

"You don't need to know this. First of all, you are safe. Don't worry. Second, I need you to do me a favor. I want to see Riddle."

"You still want to see him?" Claire looked embarrassed, "But there is nothing particularly important, I can't..."

"He's back, hasn't he?"

"It's back, it's back, but—"

"Just treat it as a favor for me for saving you, don't worry, just put everything on me, and say that I forced you to do this. Set a time, let's make it eight o'clock tonight, I'm in Riddle The government is waiting for him."

I didn't wait for him to agree, so I put away my wand and slowly retreated into the crowd.

I don't know where I got the confidence that he would meet me.I thought for a long time before I understood the reason - I have the resurrection stone he wanted on me, so naturally he would not refuse to see me.

As for seeing...

I forced myself to calm down and think about the next question.

Hatred made me want to confront him head-on, but reason told me not to be so impulsive—he was better than me in every aspect.I have to think about how to deal with him from other angles.

Heinrich's death was not in my plan... In order to avoid being wanted by the Ministry of Magic, I erased my identity. I'm afraid life will be difficult in the future.

Perhaps, I should put on a show, stay with him for a while, slowly figure out his plan, and look for opportunities, although I'm not sure I can suppress my emotions.

I arrived at the Riddle Hall on time.I stood at the door and looked up to the window, the sun was too harsh, reflecting off the glass surface into my eyes.I took a few deep breaths and slowly walked up the stairs.

My hand caressed the armrest, bringing down a thin layer of dust.Everything in front of me was too familiar, and my heartbeat suddenly started to speed up. I don't know if it was nervousness or what.I walked towards the half-open door step by step, and slowly pushed it open.

A figure in a black robe sat upright on a chair, and the moonlight cast a clear silhouette on his body through the window.He tapped on the table lightly, his slender fingers were morbidly pale, and his knuckles were a little more distinct than before.

I walked up to stand a few meters away from him and took off my hood.

I fell silent, waiting for him to see my reaction, but there wasn't even the slightest ripple in his eyes.

"You're not surprised at all." I could feel an extremely dull air condensing in my chest, and I could only try my best to calmly suppress the cold hatred that was about to break through the block—it was so strong that I clearly felt it. From head to toe, through to the bone-chilling cold of every fingertip, but my palms are sweating, and my whole body and even my lips are trembling uncontrollably. Fortunately, I am in a dark place and it is not easy to be found .

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

His voice also changed a bit, became a little hoarse, sounded erratic, like a cloud of smoke was carried to my ears by the wind, and then dissipated quickly.

I stared at his thin face. At this moment, his appearance made me sadly think of a handsome boy who was dying of illness, but the coldness and aloofness remained undiminished, and now converged on every corner and every inch of his skin .He just sat there quietly and looked at me, like a poisonous snake quietly entrenched in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move, which is outrageous.

And at any time when I was in contact with him before, I never used these words to describe him in my heart.

"The thing you've been looking for doesn't seem to bring you any help." I restrained my mocking attitude, "It seems to be counterproductive."

I don't know when, it seems that I can no longer find any emotion from his eyes, but I am still very eager to get some feedback from it, such as anger, or other.

Obviously, I failed.

"Really?" He turned his head slightly absently, stared at himself in the mirror for a while, and finally looked away.He didn't seem to care, "Why do you want to find me? It took a lot of thought to get out of Azkaban, and now I have nowhere to go, come here to beg for shelter?" His words did not show any emotion, every word Like a thorn in my heart.

To my shame, I failed to provoke him, but instead I was provoked into a wave of anger, and there was nothing I could do.

"Hold?" I repeated.

"Isn't it?" He stood up unhurriedly and approached step by step, "What can you do for me?"

I am speechless, I know what he said is the truth, I really can't bring him any benefit.

"Now you understand that the only one who can help you at a time like this is me, not Dumbledore you respect," he said.

"But I have what you want, isn't that enough?" I whispered, clenching my fists tightly in my sleeves, "Let's make a deal, Riddle."

The corners of his lips twitched, and he pondered for a moment with downcast eyes, as if he found it interesting: "Yes. Then your condition, shouldn't it just let me take you in so humblely..."

"I want my ring back." I quickly interrupted his teasing tone.I figured he'd ask how I got that, and I wasn't going to answer his question.

The air was strangely silent for a few seconds, and the smile on Riddle's face gradually faded.He didn't ask much.

"Yes." He responded lightly, "What about you?"

His hand slowly stroked up my left hand, and then raised my arm.My body was stiff and I didn't dare to move. He opened my sleeve and his thumb lightly brushed the inside of my forearm.

"Are you staying to be my believer?" He stared straight into my eyes without any emotion, "Huh? Should I believe you?"

I stared at him in horror, but a black figure behind him broke the tense atmosphere. While I was relieved, I saw a terrible hostility in his eyes.

"Lord Dark Lord—" The man knelt on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, "I'm sorry, Lord Dark Lord, I didn't mean to disturb you, I was rude, please forgive me..."

Riddle looked away from me to him.

"Cruciate."

The icy spell floated out of Riddle's mouth so easily, and the painful wailing suddenly penetrated into my ears, and I gave a severe shock.

Riddle faced me again. Amidst the background sound of feeble screams, I watched him continue to talk to me as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't concentrate on what he said.

I began to wonder whether my father had experienced such a horrible torture before he died.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and stopped chanting. The man twitched, but got up tremblingly, and continued to kneel on the ground, with blue veins in his hands due to the pain.

"Be careful next time." He said in a natural tone, "Tell me, what's the matter."

The man hurriedly glanced at me in fear, seeing that Riddle didn't respond, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I found the hiding place of the Lin family branch."

"Understood, let's go."

The man staggered up, and with a bang, disappeared into a plume of green smoke.

It was quiet.He looked at me playfully, and I suddenly realized that he was probably warning me by this.He didn't speak, and his fingertips drew invisible symbols on my forearm-I think I'm about to be branded and marked like those people.I turned my head away, acquiescing to his behavior.

However, after a long time, the unbearable itching sensation suddenly disappeared, and my arm had no strength to support it, and it fell down.

Confused, I stood there dumbfounded, my eyes still on the ground beside me.

"I'll let you go."

I stared at his back, he stood in front of the window, looking at the sky outside indifferently.I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Tears of hatred swirled in my astringent eye sockets, I lowered my eyes and let them drip to the ground.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Riddle didn't answer, but turned back to look at me thoughtfully: "You've changed, Ashley."

"what?"

"Although I still miss the pure you before, but now, it seems to be more interesting." He said with a smile, "You escaped in this way, which really impresses me."

"How do you know?" I widened my eyes, "You—"

"Otherwise, how do you think you'll be so successful?" His tone was unwavering, "There are very few cases caused by the dementor's kiss. Hungry and unscrupulous—do you think it's such a coincidence?"

I took two steps back in astonishment: "Impossible...even if... no, it's impossible, why would the dementor listen to you?"

"After all, the conditions I promised to them are much more attractive to them than staying in Azkaban." His index finger raised my chin, then put down his hand, "You owe me of."

I stared into his eyes in disbelief.

This feeling of being punched in cotton with nowhere to go is excruciating.

What do I owe him?How could he have the face to say such a thing.

I don't know when he started to become as cold-blooded as a poisonous snake. I can't see the slightest guilt in his eyes.Or maybe...he has never changed, but I have been deceived for too long. After all, he didn't do any good things when he was young, so I foolishly thought he was a good person.

I felt a deep sense of sadness.He finally allowed himself to become a real "monster" in the prejudiced faces of others.