[HP]Aluet

When I woke up, I saw a window.Bright stars and moonlight shone in the night sky outside the window.

I shook my head and wanted to stand up, but my legs slid down, and my feet were like a cliff.I let out a cry of surprise, thumping desperately in mid-air, but the clear and crisp birdsong rang in my ears.

A warm palm caught me on the edge of the window sill.

A pair of dark gray eyes came into view.

... Riddle?

He sat on the edge of the bed, with the other hand still holding the book: "Are you awake?"

I blinked, and the pain in my body was much less than before.

I straightened up, feeling myself changing, and fell out of his grasp onto the bed.

"Hiss—" The wound hurt so much that I gasped.

Riddle frowned and stood up, avoiding contact with me: "Change back."

"I don't know how."

"Then how did you do it before?"

"I don't know." I wrung my hands.

"Go down." He said coldly.

I obediently did so, but found I couldn't get up as the numb throbbing pain spread from the wound in my ankle to my legs.

I fell limply to the ground.

Riddle didn't even try to help me up, just looked at his bed indifferently.

"Your blood stained my sheets."

"I'm sorry..." I was full of apologies, barely supported myself, sat on the stool next to me, and tried not to let the blood stains on my hands touch anything of him.

His eyes shifted to me, and the topic changed: "It seems that we are all different."

"I don't know what's going on." That's all I could say.

He looked at me, stretched out a hand, and the cup on the table moved and flew into his hand, but his eyes never left me: "Did you see it?"

I nodded.

"You can too, right?"

I shook my head again.He came over and put the glass back in its place.

"What else can you do but turn into that strange bird?"

I shook my head again.

The expectation in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and turned into complete disappointment, which was once again covered with a thick layer of frost.

"it's a pity……"

I felt a hint of jealousy in his tone, probably just an illusion—but he didn't seem interested in saying anything more to me either.

"You can go out."

"I... I can't stand up." I said cautiously, complaining in my heart - it's not my fault, I can't help but want to go out.

He twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure, showing some annoyed emotions, surrounded by a thick low air pressure.

I pursed my lips, trying to recall the feeling of being a bird before: "I'm sorry...please give me some time..."

"how long?"

"I don't know... Maybe in a moment... I'm trying to..."

1 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes.

He really didn't say a word, just stood there and waited for me for 10 minutes.But like a normal person, I couldn't make any changes. I began to wonder if it was a hallucination—obviously not, because Riddle saw it too.

Riddle's face was shrouded in shadow, I looked at him apologetically, he didn't speak, he closed the door heavily and left the room.

I tried hard, trying to keep myself thinking about the shapeshifting as much as possible.

I don't know how long it will take, but I finally succeeded. I watched my arms grow white feathers, and my whole body began to shrink and become light.I spread my wings so excitedly, I ran amok around the room, I even forgot that Riddle was still waiting for me to get out.The wound made me grin my teeth for a while, and finally I fell on the side of Riddle's pillow, fell into a soft bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When the sun came in through the window at dawn, I found that I was already lying in my room.

In order to let the wind out, I opened a slit in the window - he wouldn't throw me in through the slit, would he?

I think about what happened yesterday.

There was a gap in my memory.After I went out to stop him, I don't remember what happened next, except that I turned into a bird and fell off the window sill and was caught by Riddle...

I looked helplessly at the wound on my body.

So...it seems like I'm caught in their plan.

This sense of emptiness that I might forget something at any time made me even more worried.

I need to find my ring.what to do?Can't go on like this...

Mrs. Cole was very surprised when she saw me: "Where have you been, Ashley? You disappeared all night——" She saw the wound on my arm, her face was pale, and she dragged me to the simple medical room, A cold ointment was applied to me.

"You were bitten by a snake? Luckily it wasn't poisonous. Tell me who did it?" she said angrily.

"do not know."

"Is that Tom?"

I firmly denied it.But Mrs. Cole obviously didn't believe it very much: "With so many wounds, can you still fall into the snake's nest by yourself?"

This time I kind of nodded.

"Come on! You can't be so careless every time, can you? When I find out who it is, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

……

"How did you use the snake against him? You know that day in the cave..." Dennis closed his mouth unnaturally.

I huddled in a dark corner by the stairs, and none of them noticed me.

Eric Walley glared at him reproachfully: "You said earlier that we wouldn't have known. Keep your voice down and don't mention this-I didn't expect that Field was a monster too. Did you see it yesterday? She became a bird—”

"Dizzy?" Billy hesitated.

"Who is dazzled? You are right next to you, don't tell me you can't see?"

They argued and walked away.

After lunch, Billy stopped me hesitantly: "Yesterday—"

"what happened?"

"You really turned into a bird and flew out from—where?" The guilt in his eyes was fleeting, and he asked forcefully.

"where?"

"You don't remember again?" He never looked at me with such suspicion.

"do not remember."

"Then let me help you recall. We wanted to teach Riddle a lesson yesterday, didn't you tell him? We saw it, and you revealed our plan to him."

"I didn't tell him, I just didn't think it would be good—"

Billy's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he exclaimed angrily, "Oh! Looks like you remember! I thought you really forgot him every day—it looks like you know everything, are you having fun lying to me?"

I was stunned: "I never lied to you."

"I won't believe you anymore, you and his gang, right? What Wright said is true, no wonder she saw you together—it turns out that you have teamed up to play tricks on us—"

"I do not have it!"

But Billy didn't listen to my explanation, and turned away angrily.

I suddenly feel a little sad.My only good friend also started to mistrust me.

……

I woke up from a coma with a dull pain in the back of my head and neck.

It was pitch black all around.

I heard someone whispering, and I struggled a bit, unable to move my limbs.

"She's awake!" It was Harris.

"What should I do?" Hua Lai's voice was trembling with fear.

"This won't work, Harris... you'd better let her go." Billy said in a discussing tone.

"Shut up, little Billy. You don't want to be with this monster, do you?"

"I just thought—" Billy got a little annoyed.

"Go away!"

I heard the muffled thud of fists on bone, staggering footsteps, and muffled curses.

After a while, the sound disappeared—even if it didn't disappear, I didn't have time to listen to it, because the cold water suddenly poured on my head, and there was a wet foreign body feeling around my eyes, and I realized that I was covered by black cloth strips. Blindfolded.

Snickers mixed with water poured into my ears.I shook my head and couldn't open my mouth to speak. As soon as I took a breath, water would rush into my nasal cavity, and I was almost suffocated.

Harris laughed wantonly: "Hey, little monster! Why haven't you turned into a bird? Hahaha!"

"Stop it, Harris, she's going to die!"

"Do you also want to get punched in the right cheek? Don't worry about her, you can see Riddle, how can the monster die? Look, she is about to turn into a bird!"

"Why don't you mess with Riddle? Because you can't mess with him—"

I finally greedily took a big gulp of air and coughed violently a few times.From the voices I heard, I believe Billy must have also received a solid blow to the right cheek.

Immediately afterwards, I was kicked hard in the waist.The severe pain running through my whole body made me even suspect that some ribs might be broken.

A pair of big hands grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, but soon, he suddenly let go, and I fell to the ground again, and my back hit the hard soil, and there was a burning pain.But the pain was nothing compared to the kick to the ribs.

The chaotic footsteps gradually receded from me.

I couldn't open my eyes, just vaguely felt that there were other people nearby.

With a glimmer of hope, I tried to speak with a hoarse voice: "Is there anyone? Help me..."

I heard no response, and no one helped me to untie the rope and the eye bandage.

I just lay there quietly and waited.After a while, Mrs. Cole rushed over after receiving the news, untied the ropes on my hands and feet, removed the black cloth strips, helped me up in a hurry, put a coat on me who was drenched and trembling, and put the collar on me. Then I went back to the room.

The next day, Harris fell from a beam and broke a bone.

Everyone tacitly assumed that Riddle did this kind of thing—not to mention that it was Harris, who was the most muscular in the orphanage, and no one dared to provoke him, except Tom Riddle.

Mrs. Cole called Riddle to lecture several times, but each time it ended without a problem, because he had always held a firm negative attitude, and no one saw him present.

When I saw Riddle again, there was a red bruise-like mark on his nose, which stood out on his pale face.

"Riddle? Are you hurt?"

He glanced at me absently, as if he didn't bother to answer.I suddenly felt a little dazed, and a strong and weird feeling rushed straight up.I raised my hand involuntarily, and before I touched him, he shuddered suddenly, and dodged in an instant: "Don't touch me."

"Don't move—" What came out of my mouth was a familiar yet unfamiliar language that I didn't even realize.And Riddle, who was originally repelling me from approaching, became quiet, allowing my fingers to lightly touch the tip of his nose, emitting an imperceptible white halo.

The red mark slowly faded away.

I retracted my hand and looked at him in surprise, unable to believe that this was something I did.

He, too, looked surprised, but still obsessed with my contact, and took a step back, frowning.

"What is this?"

I shook my head.

He has long been used to anything I hardly know about him asking, so he twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, and simply stopped being curious.

"It's better to think about yourself if you have this ability."

I really remembered what he said casually.

But when I went back and tried to do it, there was absolutely no way to do it.

It doesn't seem to be successful all the time.