[HP]Aluet

The dark clouds pressed down to the ground, and I couldn't breathe on the street with people coming and going, but I still felt that the air was thin when I stood on the tower with no one on it.

The pouring rain fell with thunder, and people ran or took shelter. Instead, I paused in the icy rain to wake me up.

Riddle doesn't often ask me to do something for him, more often he likes to let me watch, as an indifferent bystander.

For example, when he went to find Taft, he brought her some fudge—he knew exactly what Taft liked.He told her sincerely that it was just a misunderstanding, and his explanation was ambiguous—he had already been full of loopholes, no matter how clever he was, he couldn't fill them up, and he could only suspend the inevitability caused by this incident by means of "charity". as a result of.

But I know very well that he will not be courteous for nothing.

He moved some hands and feet in it.

I thought he was poisoned at first, but he wasn't.It was a regular ariotte-flavoured fudge, but normally it would be topped with some heartworm powdered sugar because that would counteract some of the side effects of the ariotte.

He removed the powdered sugar and replaced it with something else - I'm only sure it wasn't poison, but I don't know what it was.

Little did Tufte realize there was a problem, and less than a week later she was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital, diagnosed with an allergy to arriotte leaf flavored fudge, and treated for nearly a month. month, eventually died.

No one suspected Riddle, since Tufte had always been a fan of fudge fudge in every flavor.

He behaved more sadly than Tufte's son.

I always thought that Yige had some psychological defects. When he knew that his mother had passed away, he didn't cry, but just stayed at home without saying a word for several days.Even his father couldn't get him to say a word, and Riddle did.

Iggy succeeded his mother as the new Minister for Magic.He relied too much on Riddle, so the position of Riddle Minister's Assistant was still not taken down, and the matter that was silent before was quickly buried because of this.

I can't make any waves in my heart, I think it has probably been completely numb, and I don't want to work hard for anything.

For a whole year, more than ever, I looked like a soulless puppet—or maybe not, already.

And since I said that once, Irina really didn't come to see me again, even though it was already the fifteenth day of August, she still didn't come.

I glanced at the date, it's August [-]th today.

I was supposed to take the medicine two weeks in advance, but now there is more than a week left, and I don't know how long she wants to delay it.I plan to add more medicinal materials, maybe the medicinal effect will be better, so even if it is a week in advance, there is still time.

But I didn't see Irina until August [-]th.I vaguely realized that something was wrong, and my heart began to pound again after a long time, as if I had some strange disease, but my numb nerves told me that I didn't care about it.

I threw out all the useless medicines because they didn't last that long.

until--

I figured I'd be the last to know.

I don't know how Irina got through that painful August [-]th without my medicine—maybe I shouldn't be looking for it, and I don't know why I'd want to.

On the night of August [-]th, I sneaked into the basement where she was once locked up. I knew that two days had passed, and even if she was really locked up here, she should have gone out long ago, so I said—— I really don't understand why I came to her.

Because I never knew where she was, except here.

But I did see her—two days after the fifteenth of August, I actually saw her.

She lay there quietly, her body was full of wounds from biting and scratching by herself, and those wounds had long since turned black and rotted, and no one took care of them for her—including her corpse.

I knelt down next to her with a plop, I couldn't control my limbs, they were as stiff as lead stone, but as soft as liquid.

I saw the horrible dents and blood on the cage, she must have bitten at it madly, I saw the broken fang on the ground beside her hand, black blood clotted on it, she There was a shocking blood hole in her neck - she had done it herself.

I do not know why.

My heart was beating at an extremely terrible speed, and it was stuck in my throat, which even made my eyes go black and I was about to faint.

I didn't dare to stay here any longer, I stumbled to my feet, and flew out from the basement.Fear engulfed me again after a long time.

Most Death Eaters probably have no way of knowing this.Because when they got together occasionally, they would cast their eyes on the seat that should have been sitting closer to Riddle, showing a little doubt, but they all chose not to mention it.

I guess some people know something about it.For example, Ranbusi, who was always looking at me intentionally or unintentionally, had a very annoying smile on his face.Another example is Alphard who kept his head down all the time, because no words could make him a little bit more energetic.

I secretly went to see Alphard and wanted to ask him about it.

I asked him if he had seen Irina.

He guessed that Irina was dead, but he hadn't seen Irina's body, so I didn't describe it to him.

Alphard has already known about the matter between me and Irina - I actually expected this.

"She has been following that Ranbusi, and I discovered the clue." Alphard said, "She said she wanted to try whether black magic can damage Horcruxes-she knows you don't know black magic."

He called me as I was leaving.

"You don't have to worry," he said, sounding tired, "I asked her if she had thought about what would happen if she was found out. She said she hadn't thought about it. But if it was that bad luck, she wouldn't implicate anyone."

I stared blankly at him.

I shook Famu's hand, and something in my heart thawed and revived from the ice.

I wiped my wet face, and with that indescribable emotion, I turned around silently.

"Aisley." He stopped me a second time.

"I will help you if necessary."

I shook my head: "Don't pin your hopes on me, and I don't need your help, Alphard. You follow him well, and do whatever he asks you to do."

"By the way," I added at the end, "Go back and ask Orion to set up a few more protective spells—everything he knows can be used. His defensive magic has always been much stronger than mine."

"Oh, and," I took a deep breath, "don't mention me in front of him, just let him do it."

……

I still pretended not to know anything as before, and everything was slowly accumulating in my heart.

Like a basin of cold water—deep cold, unlike heavy rain—they get under my skin and can really wake me up.

Everything is making me explode emotionally, but I have to suppress these, and the uncomfortable feeling is indescribable.

In this pain, I finally learned to calm down.

The hot drink numbs my throbbing nerves, but my mind is still clear.

I started running through my memory—everything, piece by piece.

The first time, Ravenclaw's diadem, this time, I don't know which Horcrux it was, and the two times it was handed over to Ranbusi, all showed flaws to me.The target was me last time, and this time it's still me, but Irina took the place and acted as a scapegoat.

Ranbusi, definitely has a problem.

I don't understand his purpose, from the first meeting to get closer to me, to letting me hear Riddle's words, and to these two things, I can suspect for the time being that he intends to show his flaws and let me destroy the Horcrux— —

I quickly ruled out the possibility that Ranbusi was helping me, he was more like an introduction that Riddle threw on purpose.

Riddle was definitely suspicious of me, my displeasure with him was all too obvious.He suspected that I would harm him, and used this to test those "loyal servants" around him...whether they would betray him.

He's using me to clean up the Death Eaters.

This is not, find an Irina.

But Riddle probably didn't get any strong evidence, because Irina's self-termination cut off his way of exploration.

I will never pull Alphard on this road again... What's more, he is still a member of the Black family.

Pompous, hypocritical, deceitful Tom Riddle - he could have force-fed my memories with his powerful Legilimency.I sneered in my heart.But if he really does that, I will definitely drag him to die on the spot—this is my final bottom line, even if it’s just destroying one of his main souls—in the end, it’s not in vain for me to endure so long.

He has a long-term vision. He has been planning and preparing for so many years, but he has been patient, lying down, and accumulating strength. possibility is maximized.

On the other hand, the Minister of Magic is now Ignatius Taft—a hardliner elected on the back of his mother's popularity. He is too young, too rebellious, and manipulated by Riddle. Just an empty shell.This is equivalent to the entire Ministry of Magic being controlled by Riddle.

A chance must be found to remove Ignatius from the position of Minister of Magic.

Then... there needs to be an opportunity for those old men from the Ministry of Magic to see Ignatius' true leadership and behavior.