[HP]Aluet

On Sunday afternoon, Riddle received a letter from the Ministry of Magic, and he will officially enter the job on Monday.

Nagini never saw me again, I never even saw her again.

I sat at the table, staring straight at the door, my thoughts drifting away.I know no one here will talk to me anymore.

I took up my pen and wanted to write all these things to Orion, but I still didn't dare to mention such a dangerous subject on the stationery.I need to be alone.

I wrapped my coat tightly and put on my hat to hide myself tightly.I wandered the streets of London like a homeless man with nowhere to go.

For a moment I felt so exhausted that I couldn't even move my legs, my feet felt like they were glued to the ground, and it took all my strength to take a step forward.I walked into a teahouse, ordered a cup of black tea, and wasted my time.

I suddenly found that no matter what I got, they will always leave me at some point.I thought Nagini and I were good enough friends, but after all this I suddenly realized that this fragile relationship was nothing.

I want to get back something for what I have lost, but it is really too difficult. The thought of revenge has ruined my life, and I am already heading in that direction, and I can't stop anymore, and I can't stop.

Maybe on this road, I have to leave everything behind.

In less than half a year, Riddle was promoted from a staff member of the Department of International Magical Cooperation to Assistant Minister - Taft appreciated him very much, and the promotion was expected.

Occasionally, he was invited to the Tafts' house to talk about work matters, and to have tea and dinner with the Tafts-they were a lively family and liked the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

And usually Riddle would take me with him—of course, after I transformed into a bird.

"Is this your pet, Tom?" Mrs. Taft looked at me curiously, and put a large fruit plate on the table.

I yelled a few times in protest, and he pushed my head back into his cuff.

"Yes."

"Can I touch it?"

"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Taft." Riddle smiled. "It has a bad temper and may hurt you."

I amplify the sound.

"Listen." He grabbed me out of my sleeve with fluttering wings and held me in his hand. I couldn't move. He stroked the feathers on my back provocatively.

"Okay." Mrs. Taft shrank back.

"Mom." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy came out of the back room.Mr. Taft's face was serious: "Ig, go back to the house, your mother and I still have work." He walked over and pushed the little boy standing there into the house, "Not with you Did you say that? Finish your homework."

"I've finished." The boy wriggled his shoulders, freed himself from his grip, and ran to Mrs. Taft.

Mrs. Tufte glanced at Riddle apologetically, and patted the boy on the back: "Be obedient, Ig, go read the book by yourself after finishing writing."

"I don't want to read, I want to fly a kite with March."

Mr. Taft, grimly, dragged the boy into the house.

I heard the sound of arguing in the back room.Mrs. Taft put away the letters from the German Ministry of Magic. She looked very embarrassed and embarrassed, and walked quickly to the back room.Riddle observed all this silently, got up and followed at a distance, standing at the door and watching.

"I want to hang out with March!" the boy yelled. "We agreed yesterday that I can go as soon as I finish my homework!"

"Mom and Dad have something to do today, so they can't send you to March's house. Didn't they let you stay in the house by yourself?" Mr. Taft frowned. "We are very busy at work, so it will be the same when we send you there next time."

"It's not the same!" The boy's cheeks were flushed, and he snatched the book from Mr. Tufte's hand and threw it on the ground. "It's just today, it's already agreed!"

"I'm so sorry, Tom." Mrs. Taft looked at Riddle helplessly. "Something went wrong. I'm afraid today—"

"It's okay." Riddle nodded, "Understandable."

Mrs. Taft stepped forward and whispered to calm the boy's emotions. The boy broke away from her hand, no matter what she said, it was useless.

"Ig, you finish your lunch, play for a while, and I'll take you there tomorrow, okay?"

The boy ignored her and didn't touch any of the food on the table.

"Why don't you let me have a word with him." Riddle showed a playful smile, but quickly hid it.

The two glanced at him hesitantly, and Mrs. Taft rubbed her fingers a little embarrassedly.

"They young people may be able to say a few words." Mr. Tufte sighed, glanced at the boy resentfully, and touched her shoulder twice. They walked out of the room and looked outside the door twice. Eye, then went to the living room and sat down.

I broke free from Riddle's grip, spun around over the boy's head, and finally stopped on the bookshelf behind.In addition to textbooks and classics, there are also some books on finance and politics on the bookshelves. I am surprised that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child would read such books.

"What's your name?" Riddle sat on the stool, eyes level with the boy.

"Ignatius Taft." He raised his eyes and glanced at Riddle, his face still not so good-looking.

Riddle looked around his room, and finally relocked his gaze to Ig.Those dark gray——the eyes that have become a little dark red are like two swirls, and I'm sure this kind of staring eyes must be using Legilimency.

"You and March are very good friends, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes." Ignatius replied.

"You often discuss magic together?"

"Yes."

Riddle smiled: "It's okay, Ig. You can't go today, but you can go play with your good friends tomorrow, right?"

Ignatius snorted coldly.

Riddle pulled the stool closer to Igg's side, and he stretched out his hand, pointing to the pot of flowers on the table.

"Look, Ig."

The blooming white flowers began to wither, burn, and turn to ashes at an alarming rate from petals to foliage.But Yige, who saw this scene, was not only not afraid, but showed a look of ecstasy.

"How do you do it?" he asked.

"This is black magic, and you're interested in it, too, right?"

"I've been looking around for books, but I've never found anything useful—" Iger said. "Me and March have been experimenting with all sorts of things—it's pretty cool, isn't it?"

"Of course, Ig. Not only that, it is so powerful that you can hardly imagine. When you gradually understand the happiness that this power brings you, you will find that it is the only solid wing in this world that can help you get out of the cage." Riddle's tone was a little bewitching.

"Can you teach me?" Yige's eyes were shining brightly.

"Okay." Riddle stroked his hair, "but don't tell anyone, especially your parents. Otherwise, you will never see me again. They will stop you from pursuing these , you know very well."

Iggy nodded.

"Then you eat your lunch first, and when I come next time, I'll teach you this, how about it?"

"it is good!"

I smacked my tongue secretly.This scheming person doesn't even spare children.

At the beginning of August, I prepared the potions and took them to Irina.

"Riddle hasn't moved at all, right?" I watched her swallow a bottle of potion with distorted features.

She looked at me with an ugly face.

"I no longer have any hope for him." Irina said, "Although this potion tastes disgusting, at least it makes me feel better."

"Are you still going to take orders from him?" I fiddled with my fingers, my voice calm.

"So what? I already have the mark of a Death Eater." Irina paused, as if realizing something, "What?"

"You also know that I spent a lot of money, time and energy to help you make the potion. Every August [-]th, you need my help, but I don't get any benefits." I stared at myself fingertips, and the speed of speech intentionally slowed down a bit.

"What do you want me to do?" Irina immediately understood what I meant.But obviously, according to the current tone, her hostility towards me is running out.

"I need you to help me... find his Horcrux, and pay attention to the movements of his forces scattered outside." I said, "You have always been loyal to him, no one will doubt you, but my identity is quite special, Death Eater Many of the Death Eaters have strong suspicion and hostility towards me." I thought of Ranbusi and Malfoy in particular, "The information I can get is very limited, and I need someone who has a little bit of status among the Death Eaters. help."

"You know what that means," she said.

"Of course." I raised my eyebrows.She lowered her eyes, still hesitating.

"You know, Irina, Riddle just took a fancy to your status as a werewolf, and only I can really help you." I lowered my voice. He still endures the pain of self-mutilation on a full moon night in a cage. He deceived you, took advantage of you, violated your trust, and trampled on your dignity. You should be angry for this."

Irina looked cloudy and uncertain, and finally nodded hesitantly.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

I watched her back with cold eyes until she disappeared at the end of the twilight.

I suspect that Riddle will keep the storm he's planning on going for a few more years.

The Malfoy family had a child not long ago, and they were as busy with their own affairs as they had been after Claire Lestrange's marriage two years ago—they were bound to spend their energies on the child, waiting to send it off. Study at Hogwarts.Riddle naturally understood the importance of family to them, and would not stir up trouble under this situation.Although he didn't really regard these Death Eaters as family and friends, at least they were a huge force, which he relied on and had to be afraid of.

No matter how docile and well-behaved the rabbit is, it will bite when it is in a hurry, and Riddle will not be unaware of this.What's more, if you want to firmly control people's hearts, it's just an accident that Krell's threat means.Admiration and reverence are the things that make people most loyal—and heart-wrenching loyalty is the sharpest weapon.

Except for some of his Death Eaters who are involved in complicated family interests, they are almost all fans of black magic. The possibility of using them is zero, only a special person like Irina Only then will I be convinced, so I don't plan to deliberately test any other Death Eaters-if I step into a pit, I will be the one who is unlucky.