[HP]Aluet

it hurts...

I wanted to open my eyes, but they were as heavy as if they were stuck in mud. My eyes were blank, and my body was so stiff that I couldn't move. Only the feeling of blood being sucked out of my body was extremely clear.

My ten fingertips hurt like a knife, but something was pressing on my hand, I frowned, and my body twitched, trying to break free.

The pain became more severe.I let out a few whimpers.

"Don't bark." I heard a mocking sneer.

"Go to sleep, Ashley."

……

My brain was groggy, only the tingling in my fingers tried to wake me up again and again, but it was obviously not that easy.

I'm falling, falling in a world of chaos...

sleepy.

I don't know how long I was unconscious.

I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.My head throbbed and hurt, as if I couldn't remember anything.

As expected, I drank the slice.

I was trapped in the soft bed, the comfort and dependence made me close my eyes again, the tip of my nose touched the quilt, I smelled a familiar dull fragrance - I suddenly realized that this was not my room.

I sat up in shock.

Riddle's reaction to my waking was not at all surprising.

I quickly got out of bed, trying to get out of his breath.The headache caused me to stagger and almost fell to the ground. I held the cabinet next to me with my hand, and the tingling sensation I experienced in my sleep reappeared.

I took a look at my hands, they were still intact, without any marks, only the fingertips were a little white.

"What did you do to me?" I asked him.

"did nothing."

I looked at his relaxed and natural expression in disbelief, lowered my head and looked at my hand carefully again.

I always have a strange feeling, but I can't put it into words.I still stare at him suspiciously.

"What? What else do you want me to do to you?" The corner of his mouth curled up in an inexplicable way, and he glanced at me provocatively from top to bottom with a very wanton look.

I was a little annoyed by his teasing attitude, but I still didn't say a word, walked out quickly, pushed the door of my room, and found that it couldn't be opened.I wanted to take out my wand, but I couldn't find it after a long time.

"Riddle, where's my wand?"

He sat on the chair, looked at me leisurely, picked up my wand from the table behind him, and motioned to me.

I went over to get it back, but he dodged and I missed it.I held back my anger and tried to grab my wand again, but he dodged again, even leaning back on purpose, and I almost fell on him.

"Don't go too far!" I glared at him, although I was still trying to make my attitude less intense.

"That's what you said last night."

My expression froze instantly.

"what?"

He looked straight into my eyes, as if he found something interesting, so he stood up, and I subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Let's think about it... what else did you say?" He put his hands behind his back, looking as if he was really thinking seriously.

My heart was pounding and I stared at his face, wondering what he was going to say.

"I remember." His eyes returned to me, and he stated these things in a calm and slow tone, "You said - bastard, stay away from me, and begged me to say... no."

My eyes widened, my brain buzzed, and my whole body was suddenly numb as if struck by lightning—I couldn't even feel my limbs, the heat rushed straight up, my cheeks and eyes were hot, and I felt ashamed Shame and anger flooded his mind, but more shock and panic.

I feel tears rolling in my eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, and his smile slowly faded.

"I cried again. It's really boring." The temperature in his eyes dropped to freezing point again, he put the wand in my pocket, then turned around and sat back, leaving me alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Before I could react too much, I fled back to my room, closed the door, leaned against the door, and recalled what I had just said.

I carefully lowered my head and checked my body, it was clean without any trace.

I breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that he was indeed lying to me, or that he was saying those misleading words on purpose, so my heart was full of anger and there was no way to release it.

I don't really want to see him.

Since then, every time I saw his face, a gust of heat rose from the internal organs to the head, and the whole body was like a fire, and I couldn't breathe evenly.

I chalk it up to hate and annoyance at him, but I still can't quite look him in the eye.

I bought a newspaper as usual, but the headline on the newspaper today is a photo of an Azkaban prisoner with the words "Wanted" attached.

Counting Heinrich, this is already the second jailbreak incident in these years.

I slowed down, walked into a teahouse, and sat idle for hours.

In the afternoon, I went to Iger's house in private. Naturally, I deliberately avoided Mr. Taft's time at home and found Ignatius alone.Also, no double-sided mirrors—every time I have to do something that I fear Riddle will know, I hide them somewhere outside and pick them up when I get back.I have never trusted this thing.

This ability has not been used for a long time... I can't guarantee that it will work for wizards with advanced magic knowledge, but at least it is more than enough for half-baked Ignatius.

"Mr. Riddle." Ig happily invited me into his house.

I tried to imitate Riddle's usual look, posture and tone of voice.

"You didn't tell me in advance that you would come today," he said.

"Yes, Minister—"

"Why," he glanced at me unexpectedly, "I haven't seen you for two days, so unfamiliar, what do you want to say?"

"Ig." I opened my mouth, changed my address, and continued as if nothing happened: "I saw today's newspaper in the morning."

"Oh?"

"Azkaban has very few escapes...but in the past ten years, there have been two."

Ignatius nodded sadly.

"I have a proposal." I said slowly.

His eyes lit up: "I was just about to find you for this matter. I knew you were always concerned about my affairs. I didn't expect you to come to me right away."

I smiled guiltily.

"My thought was that maybe we could run a dementor breeding program."

He widened his eyes and looked at me in disbelief: "But, this is too dangerous!"

"You also know, Igor, the management of dementors has become increasingly unstable over the past ten years. They do not have a fixed source of food, and they will inevitably have a rebellious psychology... Don't forget the kiss of the dementors that was hidden before. Incident." I deliberately mentioned this incident, "If it continues like this, there will only be more and more incidents of this kind in the future. Creatures like dementors only surrender to food, and they will not be domesticated. It’s the best way to get the best of both worlds.”

He lowered his head and thought for a moment: "You are right."

"If this kind of incident can be reasonably resolved because you are in office, it will be of great benefit to your reputation and future management. Don't forget, the treatment you enjoy now is left to you by your mother It's not yourself." I stared at his expression, "You need to prove to them your own ability to gain a firm foothold."

As I wished, after some struggles, he agreed with my point of view.

I picked up the cup in front of me, and the tingling sensation in my fingers spread all over my body in an instant.

"Hiss..." I frowned.That feeling disappeared quickly, so I didn't care.

"So, when the next meeting is held, this plan can be proposed." I added.

I said goodbye to him, and happily went back to retrieve the two-way mirror hidden in a brick crack on the corner of the street.

I turned the mirror easily, and my whole body almost floated up.

Ignatius was young and not very thoughtful.

Those old staff with high status in the Ministry of Magic have a lot of power to speak. Ignatius is young and vigorous, and he is not very popular. If his mother hadn't paved the way for him, he wanted to Becoming the Minister of Magic must be at least in the next life.

How could such a dangerous plan be approved?

Riddle will soon lose this pawn.I feel very comfortable.

On the day of the meeting, Riddle took me with him--I was so happy, I couldn't wait to see his face when Iger proposed this plan, it must be very exciting.

Sure enough, as soon as Ignatius finished speaking, voices of dissatisfaction came.And Riddle sat beside him silently, and I didn't see any expected emotion on his face.

Many employees began to refute Iger's point of view, and Ignatius was still arguing with them—he firmly believed that this was correct, and only in this way could the management system of Azkaban be rectified.

Yige looked at Riddle as if asking for help, hoping that Riddle could stand up and help him explain the reason why this plan had to be implemented.

"I think," he said, and all the old staff turned their attention to him, "this plan is indeed inappropriate."

Ignatius looked at him in shock, but his eyes didn't fall on Ig for a second.

"The dangerous plan of breeding dementors is absolutely unacceptable. They feed on souls. Do you want to feed them with the souls of condemned prisoners? You know, dementors don't kill them, it's worse than killing them A person kissed by a dementor is just a walking corpse, an empty shell, and the soul will be lost forever." Riddle's voice did not show any ups and downs, "What's more, what if the dementor's extravagant demand for the soul of a living person Once it is satisfied, it will only become more and more difficult to control, and the uncontrollable factors of this creature itself are extremely high." He stared mercilessly at the ashen-faced Yige, and his tone was as respectful as ever, "The minister is still too young. , I'm too high-minded, I'm afraid I haven't thought well in many aspects."

Whispering voices reappeared in the conference room soon, and the voices gradually grew into a headache. Most of them held the same views as Riddle, and they looked at their young minister disapprovingly, shaking their heads while talking, The meeting broke up badly.

Ignatius wanted to find Riddle to give him an explanation, but Riddle didn't give him this chance.This also saves me a lot of trouble, and I don't need to work hard to tamper with that part of his memory for the time being.

Ignatius felt that he had been deceived, and angrily wanted to drop Riddle's position as Assistant Minister, but Riddle obviously didn't care about this, because it didn't take long for the old staff to vote and collectively remove Ig from the position of the magician. The position of minister of ministry was voted down.

Ignatius sat on the chair of the Minister of Magic for less than three years, and was forced to step down before it was hot.

And I also underestimated Riddle's decisive method. He personally erased Igg's memory, and even the black magic he had taught Igg, nothing remained.

That's fine, I don't need to do it.

However, it was unexpected that, with such a ministerial position vacant, a figure I knew took the position.

Nobby Rich.

I am not unfamiliar with this name at all.I remember Riddle and his Death Eaters talking about this great Hufflepuff student - what they called a "Mudblood", a Muggle-born wizard.

This is the first ever Muggle-born Minister for Magic.On his first day in office, several of the oldest members of the Wizengamot and some staff who were pure-blood fanatics angrily resigned from office in protest of the appointment.

I clenched the newspaper in my hand.

I don't think it's an easy thing to do.From Riddle's keeping those Death Eaters on good terms with Nobby Rich, to his decisive support for Ignatius' resignation, to now that Nobby Rich's successful appointment as a minister has led to the collective resignation of those old staff...

It all went so orderly.

I don't understand why Riddle was able to respond to such a sudden situation so quickly.

How many back roads has he paved for himself?