[HP]Aluet

"It's been a year, and you still haven't made any progress."

"Yes." I turned into a bird and flew around his head. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but quickly retracted it calmly.I landed next to him and reverted to human form.

"What is this?" I pointed to the wooden stick in his hand.

"Wand."

"Can you show me?"

He held the wand in his hand for a few seconds, then handed it to me.

"How do I use this?"

"You can't use it." He quickly took the wand out of my hand again.

"What's Hogwarts like?" I asked.

"You will know when you go, don't ask me."

I limply shut my mouth.

He packed up his things and finally straightened up, with his back to me, pausing for a moment.

I heard a faint sentence floating in the air: "There is a lake there."

I froze for a moment, then responded, "Oh, that's pretty good."

"It's pretty nice at night," he said.

As soon as Riddle came back, no one had the guts to trouble me anymore.The presence of his wand made him even more terrifying in their eyes—although after receiving a letter, he hid it and never used it again.

I passed a smooth and peaceful summer till the last day of August.

The wind at night dissipated the sweltering heat of the day, and Riddle would leave again tomorrow.I don't know what else they'll do to me when he's gone.

I let out a heavy sigh.

If I were like him... no one would dare to bully me.

I felt a deep disgust at my incompetence like I had never felt before.It dawned on me that all this time, it seemed like I was forcing myself to get used to and accept all the unfairness.

Have I thought about rebelling?It seems not.I always relied on Riddle's protection, but never thought about avoiding all this by myself-I began to reflect on this.

At this time, I saw a few figures beside the railing in the distance.

I put all my thoughts aside for a while, but when I got closer to see it clearly, I almost couldn't help crying out.

I covered my mouth and trembled all over.

Wailing in terror, Wallace staggered back and bumped into my shoulder, frantically trying to shake off a snake on his arm, with Davis following closely behind him.

When I saw Belgium, who was covering his purple-black wound with a blue face, my brain went blank, and an inexplicable sense of guilt ran amok in my body.

Frightened tears fell from the corners of my eyes, he tripped over the stone next to me, I wanted to grab him, but he quickly shook off my hand and ran back in a hurry.

I saw Riddle leaning against the tree trunk, his cold eyes froze the moment he touched me, and then he walked towards me.

I was pinned stiffly in place as he reached out and wiped the tears from my face with chilling tenderness.

I feel as if I never knew him.

"Anyway, you will forget, right?" He said to me softly, his eyes were deep without any warmth.

I dare not do anything but nod.

Two conflicting emotions clashed inside me.He was still stroking my face, his fingers stretched from the base of the ear to the chin, jerkyly tracing the contours he could see.But all I could see from his eyes was the chilling bottomless vortex.

His eyes are not as gentle as his movements.

"You're leaving tomorrow—I—" I took half a step back, avoiding his gaze, and changed the subject stiffly, "Do you still want to listen to the song?"

I wanted to find a way to calm him down - like he did at the beach.I felt a deep sense of dread—but it didn't feel right.

I need to find the him in my impression, even if it's just for me-I need to give myself a comfort.

He didn't speak.I hummed the familiar melody softly, but my voice trembled uncontrollably.

The trace of violence buried deep in Riddle's eyes was slowly dissipating, and became as calm as water.When I stopped, he was still silent.

"Just treat it as the last farewell this summer." I felt my lips feel a little numb.

Distraught, I went back into the hall just as Billy was coming out of the infirmary.My throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, but I stopped him: "I can help you—"

His pale face was covered with various complex emotions.Anger, disappointment, fear...

Billy quickly walked past me and into the medical room.Mrs. Cole's anxious voice came intermittently.

Riddle is gone.

The story of Billy and the others being bitten by a poisonous snake spread, and most people began to avoid contact with me—even if they saw me from a distance, they would immediately go around or turn around and walk away.

Even if a small number of people still attribute worse hatred to me, this has saved me from a lot of trouble after all.

But I can't be happy.

Except for Billy, I don't think anyone deserves sympathy, but I still feel flustered.

Fortunately, time can dilute everything.

I began to deceive and convince myself with a distorted attitude, forcing this matter to be buried deep in my heart, as if I would really forget it.

The days passed by in a muddle.

When I found out that I was finally able to move my cup, I felt a rush of excitement.

Gradually, some of my special abilities began to emerge from various aspects.

I think, probably soon I can get out of here.

The hot summer sun shines on the quilt on the bed through the window.

I was sitting on the bed reading a book when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Aisley, someone is here to see you. It's Mr. Dumbledore. Oh, let him tell you." Mrs. Cole's voice sounded outside the door.

I watched with delight as Dumbledore entered.Mrs. Cole closed the door behind him.

"Hi, Ashley, we meet again." He came over and held out his hand, I shook his hand and smiled, and he responded with a kind smile, "Maybe it's later than you think some, eh?"

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair towards me.

"Well, I thought I should make a formal introduction. I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I've come to invite you to my school - your new school Study, if you will."

"willing."

He was satisfied with my blunt answer, and took out a leather purse from his pocket: "Hogwarts has a fund for those who need funding to buy textbooks and school robes. But some of your magic books I'm afraid I can only buy second-hand goods..."

"Thank you, Professor." I gratefully took the money bag he handed over, and looked at a thick gold coin.

"I've brought your list of books and your list of school supplies. You need to go to Diagon Alley to buy them. I think—Tom can probably take you there."

My movements paused. "Understood, Professor."

He stared at me with mysterious and deep eyes, and asked calmly: "Tom is a weird kid, isn't he? I've heard a lot about him."

I hesitated, and finally shook my head: "He's fine."

After saying this, a slight uneasiness rose deep in my heart.

Dumbledore just smiled mildly, neither rebutting nor agreeing.

"Okay, all the details are written on the second parchment inside the envelope. You depart from King's Cross Station on September [-]st. There is also a train ticket in the envelope." Dumbledore stood up and stretched out the hands.I shook his hand again, "See you at Hogwarts, Ashley."

He pushed open the door and went out.

I read all the letters carefully, and then I planned to go to Diagon Alley to prepare things for the start of school.

"Can you take me to Diagon Alley?" I asked Riddle.

"You can go by yourself," he said.

I knew it was the answer.

"I don't have a map." I pursed my lips.I hoped he would agree to take me with me, but he nonchalantly pulled a map out of his bag and handed it to me.

I had no choice but to accept it hesitantly: "Then when are you going?"

"nothing dealing with you."

"But, we can obviously go together—"

"I'm used to doing things by myself." He cut me off before I could finish.

"Okay." I went upstairs through the foyer, went into my room to pack up my things, came down to say goodbye to Mrs. Cole, and went to Diagon Alley alone according to the route on the map.

I came to a small, dilapidated shop with a gold signboard peeling off the door. It read - Ollivander: Wands Made Well Since 382 BC.

When I entered the store, there was a tinkling bell from somewhere in the back of the store.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.

"good afternoon."

I, who was observing the storefront, was taken aback when a middle-aged man came out from behind the shelf, holding several long and narrow boxes in his hand.His big pale eyes are like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Good afternoon, sir," I replied.

"Need a wand, miss?"

"Yes."

"Okay, okay—come on. Let me see..." He brought several boxes and let me try them one by one.

After I tried a few, he took out another box thoughtfully: "No... let's try this one—holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Not bad, and flexible. "

I took his wand and felt the heat of my fingertips, and the dancing light spots were projected on the four walls.

Ollivander exclaimed excitedly, "That's great, really—"

But his smile faded quickly, and he looked at the wand in my hand—it suddenly dimmed, as if it had never reacted.

"Huh?" He turned his suspicious eyes to me, "Do you feel anything? That feeling of connection?"

I shook my head.It's just like a normal stick in my hand, nothing out of the ordinary.I waved it again, but I still couldn't get the initial reaction - everything was like a hallucination.

Ollivander put away the wand with some disappointment: "Then try this one—pear wood, unicorn hair."

I took the wand and waved it lightly.Soft white light burst from the tip of the wand.

"Oh, ok, that's it..." His voice was obviously not as excited as before.

Is there any difference between being a magic wand?I am puzzled.

As I put away my wand and was about to leave, I heard him say to himself, "That's weird."

I look back at him.He stared into my eyes and hesitated for a moment: "I saw it for the first time - it obviously responded, but why didn't it choose you?"

"The wand just now?"

He made no answer to me, but stroked the case of the wand, and continued.

"I remember every wand I ever sold. I remember every wand. Two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand and the other made the other.

The other wand was sold to a boy the year before last...thirteen and a half inches long.Yew.It's powerful, yes, without a doubt.I'm sure he's going to do a great job.I thought this wand also met its owner so soon, but unfortunately..."

"It didn't choose me?"

"That's right. But it's special—I'm sure you have the ability to use it, and it won't respond for no reason. But unfortunately, I guess it may not feel like it will work much in your hands... oh , it's kind of contradictory, isn't it? It's so weird."

Ollivander grumbled and put the box back on the shelf.