[HP]Aluet

"It's time for us to consider taking some action." Riddle sat on the chair, casually twirling the ring he had snatched from Morfin Gaunt on his finger.I stared at the black stone on the ring, my thoughts wandering, and I didn't pay much attention to what they were discussing.I still can't understand why Riddle brought me here to sit at a table with this group of so-called believers to discuss their big issues.

When I first appeared in front of this group of people, everyone was silent and looked at each other, but no one dared to ask anything, only Malfoy asked Riddle to confirm.

"Her?" Malfoy looked me up and down unabashedly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and doubt, "Is she a Death Eater too?"

I looked away from his face and subconsciously pulled down my sleeves.Presumably I'm the only one here who doesn't have that mark.

The air was silent for a long time, without even whispering. Riddle didn't answer Malfoy's question, but just took a sip of tea, and put the cup back on the table with a crisp sound.

"Continue." Without raising his eyes, Riddle gestured with his hand.

Malfoy gave me a gouging look, and I don't understand why he was so hostile to me, but he probably thought that Riddle had acquiesced in my identity, and didn't doubt anything anymore.

A group of people exchanged glances with each other, and after the rustling of clothes and fabrics passed away, they adjusted their sitting postures slightly by coincidence, and continued with the previous topic.

"Is this day finally coming?" Mulciber whispered, and after looking at the people around and opposite, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of unspeakable enthusiasm.

The people on the table showed three completely different attitudes. Some of them showed the same excitement as Mulciber, and some had serious expressions, as if they were thinking about something important. As for the rest Those people, on the other hand, had pale faces, lowered their heads and raised their eyes to look around, not daring to show happiness or anything else, occasionally twitching the corners of their mouths with the people next to them—including Claire Rice Trange, he leaned straight on the back of the chair, his eyes never left his feet under the table for almost a moment, occasionally glanced at me, and found that I was looking at him, and immediately avoided his sight, and pressed his head even more Low.

"However, I don't think our team is strong enough." Malfoy said, "We still need time."

Riddle set his eyes on Malfoy, and the latter quickly avoided looking at each other, and continued: "I think we are all a little anxious. The stubborn conservatives are unwilling to accept the new rule, and our rash actions will only lead to Let them be angry - although those stupid Mudbloods are not worth mentioning - of course, those who defend them can be classified as one - but we can't ignore some threats that must be faced squarely, especially Albus Deng Bullido.

In all these years at Hogwarts, this old thing has been our greatest stumbling block in any attempt we have made.He's probably the most powerful wizard of his time, and he beat Grindelwald—"

Riddle narrowed his eyes, and I clearly felt that a certain sentence of Malfoy caused him discomfort.Obviously, Malfoy probably noticed it too.

"He—he is in the limelight now, and with a single sentence, many ignorant wizards are willing to do things for him—he targeted you so much back then, because he was afraid that you would threaten him? No matter how strong a person is, he is no match for ten thousand people. I feel that we should also form a wide network of people, the more people who are willing to take refuge in us, the better, and there are some neutrals who have the opportunity to be shaken, and we can use as much as possible to the extreme, which is conducive to future rule..."

"You're right, you're right," Riddle interrupted him. "I've always trusted you, you know, Abu. Your words mean a lot. But Dumbledore... well, a prisoner in Hogwarts beast." He sneered, "He will eventually fail for his ego."

I frowned.

"Grindelwald has lost power now, and his people may be of use to us." He added thoughtfully, "—as...friends, or partnerships."

I have to say that he is really good at judging the situation.Grindelwald has been out of power for so long, and it is almost impossible to get his fanatic followers to change their allegiance.Only when driven by common interests, will someone be willing to "cooperate".

"There are also some marginalized magical creatures, you can also try to recruit them." Avery suggested, "Such as giants, werewolves and the like. You know, they have a deep relationship with those hypocritical so-called middle-class magicians." Hatred, they just need to be channeled and they will be a very threatening part of the force."

"That's right. When our team grows stronger, those ants will not be angry, but fearful and obedient—" Irina hurried forward, "Leave it to us, master. We won't let you down."

……

I sat in front of the mirror and did the final steps of my makeup.I pursed my lips and wiped off the paint with my fingers.

I turned my face slightly, and looked at the person in the mirror who was not at all like myself.

Heavy makeup just doesn't suit me.At least in my opinion, I'm not used to myself like this - like a little girl who hasn't completely shed her childishness and insists on putting on a mature dress.

However, it won't be recognized like this - let alone relying on the memory of a photo in the newspaper half a year ago.

I heard footsteps.I saw Riddle in the mirror, I lowered my eyes, and didn't react, I just felt inexplicably anxious.

"I can't see the shadow of the past at all." His calm voice came from behind me.

I stood up and turned to face him with no expression on my face.

He raised his hand and stroked the hair on the side of my ear, his fingertips lightly brushed the skin at the base of the ear intentionally or unintentionally.I took a step back calmly, nodded slightly, and blocked all his provocative behavior.

"I want to get something back from between us." Riddle said softly.

I looked at him in disbelief, feeling very ridiculous.

Between us, can we find anything?

I shook my head and smiled: "How do I get it back?"

"I don't know," he said. "I sense that you may not want to. I think I should apologize to you for some of my aggressive words and actions earlier."

"Okay." There was no turmoil in my heart, "I don't care." Yes, I don't care at all, because I won't accept his apology, and it doesn't matter if it's true or false.

"I did that, but I just didn't want you to leave me again, do you understand? Although I know you don't like that way. I admit, it's my fault. During this time, I have been thinking that maybe it was a mistake to leave you in the first place. A wrong decision." He lowered his eyes, hiding the indifference that did not match his words, "I need you. There is no purpose, but I need you."

I smiled and shook my head.The words came out of his mouth with disgusting hypocrisy, and I'm sure he loathed them as much.

The words used to retain him undoubtedly put him in a relatively weak position. The rejection of this kind of emotion deep in his heart can always be revealed in some way, and it cannot be deceived.

"You don't have to be like this, Riddle." I didn't want to say anything more.I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm before I could.

"Hmm..." I widened my eyes and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he wasn't affected by it.The fiery breath hit my face, and when the familiar fragrance of scented tea lingered from my lips and teeth, and a very faint smell of alcohol rushed into my nasal cavity, my brain buzzed like it exploded Suddenly, my heart hovered there as if it stopped beating. Everything around me seemed to be the scene in Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse a few years ago. I saw the sunshine after the heavy snow and heard the loud laughter.The face of the boy in front of me is still exactly the same as that time, only with more edges and corners and less blood color - the reflection on my face is not a gentle warm sun, but a cold and dim candle lamp.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden panic or what, before I even had time to think about anything, tears rolled down my cheeks unconsciously, and I leaned back on the table behind me.

He buried his head in my neck, and rubbed the tip of his nose from the earlobe downwards. The warm itching made me feel uncomfortable, and his cold fingers searched along my collarbone. Put on the collar and continue to drill in.

"Don't do that, Riddle." I pressed his hand, "Don't do that."

He stopped in a cooperative manner, and it took a long time before he left me.

Relieved, I took a few breaths.In comparison, he just stood there looking at me indifferently as if nothing had happened, with the light behind him, I couldn't even see his face clearly.

I opened my mouth, but in the end I didn't know what to say, so I walked out quickly.

Riddle didn't stop me either, this was the first time I left by myself since looking for him.I knew I was going to come back anyway, so I just walked aimlessly for a long, long time until I came to the bridge over the Thames.I finally stopped.

The wind by the river took away the tears and temperature on my face, I rubbed my lips vigorously a few times, almost wiped off the lipstick on it, and slowly, there was a burning pain like cracking.

What was left was the sullenness that slowly rose, but soon, I suppressed it forcibly.

Can't sleep all night.

……

"thump!"

The night's cold wind blew by, and I shivered violently.

The bearded old man stared straight ahead with dull and empty eyes, and fell down maintaining that strange posture.

"Muggle expulsion." After only two seconds of reaction, I took out my wand with my stiff hands, and cast an expulsion spell here.

Riddle pushed lightly, and watched coldly as the body rolled down the edge and fell heavily into the river. A huge splash appeared on the surface of the water, and it sank into it and disappeared.

Riddle straightened up, the golden cup in his hand emitted strange magical fluctuations, I couldn't open my eyes, only saw a blurry shadow appearing from Riddle's body, maybe I was dazzled, anyway after a while , everything stopped.Riddle held on to the stone railing, and I clearly saw dark lines under the surface of his exposed skin, and the color of those lines was still gradually darkening or even blackening, and his blood color seemed to be covered by these It was as if something had been sucked away—or rather, it turned into a lifeless blue, and the originally dark gray pupils gradually became dark red as if oozing blood.It's the first time I've seen him look so terrifying.

I took a step back subconsciously, but hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked forward, and gently put my hand on his.A soft white halo spread out, and the black lines began to fade away, but if you look closely, you can still see the light-colored marks hidden under the surface of his skin.

I withdrew my hand expressionlessly, and my eyes turned black for a moment, but fortunately, it returned to normal soon.

I don't do it out of pity.

"Can I go?" I asked.

"Yes."

I walked forward first.

"You've impressed me again, Ashley," he said suddenly.I can't ignore the profound meaning in it, as if you know everything well.

I turned around, and the fire welling up in my heart contained everything I had suppressed during this period, almost impulsively, and I read every word very clearly: "Riddle, while you are conceited to feel You don’t need to use any special means to restrict me, but you are always on guard against me, constantly probing, and trying to use various methods to contain me, which is really downgrading.”

The complacency on his face, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands, disappeared.I'm satisfied to see this.

"I said I was going to make a deal, but you didn't respect me, Riddle. You treated me like your nominal believers and actual servants." I stared into his eyes, "but In fact, I am not like them, and I will not please you just because of a few kind words of yours. They are poor, Riddle, both sad and pitiful."

Riddle's eyebrows twitched like a twitch, his eyes were filled with suffocating coldness, his shoulders that rose and fell due to normal breathing became irregular, and even trembled undetectably.And I caught this sharply.

"You're angry, aren't you?" I raised my eyebrows in novelty, "It stands to reason that this is not common. If you don't count your childhood, I don't think I've ever seen you have emotions like anger—— Or to put it another way, you concealed it very well. But since I came out of Azkaban to find you, I have found that your control in this aspect has failed more and more. Why?"

"Aisley." His tone was low, with a hint of danger warning.

"If you want to kill someone, I won't stop you. If you want to make me feel guilty through something, that's up to you." I sneered, even though my heart was still trembling, "I don't care. I just want to escape safely For a while, avoid the limelight, and get back what belongs to me by the way, the rest is not important to me, believe it or not. I have no obligation to help you. Of course, if you really can’t afford it, just put I've become a Death Eater, and there's nothing I can do about it."

The air was strangely quiet for a moment, he stared at me without any movement, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I let go of my previously involuntarily clenched fist - my hand was a little numb from the excessive force.To be honest, I'm really afraid he'll choose to make me a Death Eater like those guys, but right now, it doesn't seem like he'll be for a while.

Asking me to help comes at a price.This time, including what happened to Hepziba last time, it was the same.

And the price owed, he will pay me back sooner or later.