[HP]Aluet

The February wind blew violently across my face, I shrunk my neck into the scarf, and the skin exposed to the air hurt like fine cuts made by a knife.

At this moment I was following Riddle on the road to the White Cliffs of Dover.

For the first time in a long time, I saw Malfoy traveling with Riddle.After becoming a father, he has restrained a lot compared to before, but whenever his eyes inadvertently glance at me, the uncomfortable white eyes make me realize that he is still worried about me as always.

I didn't pay attention to him.

Legend has it that there is a giant dragon that has survived from the Cretaceous to the present, and the fire of hell flows in their blood. They are extremely evil dark magic creatures.

Before the seventeenth century, Muggles used singing to summon giant dragons, and sacrificed girls to avoid being slaughtered by giant dragons. People resisted, raped all the year round, and the dragons were angry and caused a large number of casualties, so the Ministry of Magic decided to intervene in this matter to protect Muggles, besides the Ministry of Magic, also gathered a group of powerful wizards scattered all over the place to divide the area of ​​​​White Cliff into two spaces. The Muggle world finally regained peace, and the dragon was trapped in the second space Live well, and no one will bother them anymore.

I guessed in my heart Riddle's purpose—maybe he wanted to use them as part of his power, but I was surprised by his appetite. No one dared to think about them since ancient times.

I was puzzled, because although I knew that Riddle's magical attainments were very powerful, I didn't think he and these Death Eaters could match the power of almost all wizards in Britain back then.Even their joint efforts only created a second space for the dragon to survive. I don't know how Riddle can use the dragon for his own use.

I stood on the edge of the cliff looking at the endless ocean and the cloudy sky.

He specially picked a cloudy day to come here, waiting for the thunderstorm to come.

"If I knew it earlier, I should let that old Yongmu Lin live longer. Back then, the Lin family was the key. The wizards who relied on space formations injected magic power into it to separate the second space, and we didn't know how. Come in," said Ranbusi, frowning.

"Even if we didn't kill him back then, he wouldn't live for a few years." Riddle responded lightly, "Since we can't enter the second space, let the dragons come out by themselves. Their power is much stronger than we imagined. Just... just do them a favor."

I saw him take out the hourglass he got from Mr. Lin.My pupils shrank suddenly.

He wants to use this thing as a medium to realize space magic?

However, I couldn't be more clear that the one in his hand is fake and will not play any role at all.

The hourglass was suspended in mid-air under his wand, and I heard an obscure incantation being uttered from his mouth. Around his feet as the center, circles of dim magic circle patterns appeared.

"Aisley."

My thoughts were abruptly pulled back by Riddle's voice, I shivered and met his gaze.

"What?" My palms were sweating.

"I need you." He held out his hand to me, beckoning me over.I secretly took off the ring in my pocket, and put it on his hand without saying a word.

I looked at him nervously, he lowered his head, and the tip of his wand lightly brushed against my palm, the cold touch made my skin crawl.

"Ugh—" I cried out in pain, trying to pull my hand back but failed.I looked at the slender cut in the palm of my hand, and stared at Riddle, but he didn't pay attention to my expression, and just gave a "shush" with a hint of consolation—it was said to be consolation, but in fact there was nothing superfluous emotion.

He squeezed my hand, blood flowed from my wound and dripped on the ground, and the lines of the formation became brighter.

"It's useful." He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "As expected of an ancient family with hundreds of years..."

"Call them with your voice, Ashley," he said softly, pushing my hair back.I tilted my head and dodged.

Use my blood and my voice to summon the dragon?

I wondered, I don't know how he thought it would be useful for me to do this.

He retreated from the center of the formation, and I looked up at the unresponsive hourglass floating in the air.No way, I put my hand in my pocket and held the ring, hoping to be of some use.

I took a deep breath.

Thunderclouds gathered in a large area above my head, and a steady stream of black magic was poured into the magic circle, bursting out golden rays of light rushing straight up and sinking into it.

I watched silently, wondering if the residents of the land on the other side of the English Channel would notice the sight here.

The thundercloud vibrated and rotated, and there was a faint roar that seemed to come from ancient times, and my soul was trembling along with it.

I turned my head to look at Riddle in horror, his expression was still so calm, he was staring at the huge thundercloud, and the strong black magic aura emanating from him became stronger.

The ground under his feet shook more violently, and the cliff began to collapse from the edge, but fortunately it was not too serious.The wind on the sea gradually became unbelievably strong. I was shaking and almost couldn't stand, and the waves in the distance were getting bigger and bigger. I even had a premonition that a tsunami was about to happen.

Wouldn't he really be able to re-merge the two spaces?

I watched all this with wide eyes, a crack opened in the thundercloud, the same scene was still outside the gap, the gap gradually expanded into a hole, and the magic circle under my feet began to shake and shatter violently.

And at the moment when the magic circle completely shattered and dissipated, a huge white dragon claw protruded from the gap, and then the huge dragon body struggled and squeezed out from there.

Tens of feet of dragon wings spread in the air, the thundercloud expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, it roared, the air around it dropped rapidly, the blood around my wound even froze and stopped flowing, it He flew straight at me.

Before I could draw out my wand, my vision suddenly went dark, and I was surrounded by a force, and I left my original position. At the same time, I heard a loud noise and a sharper roar.

Dragon's blood dripped on the edge of my shoe, and I shrank back into the wrapping around me.

"Retreat." Riddle's indifferent order came from above my head, and then all the others apparated, and I was also led away from here by him.After a whirl, I regained my footing and wriggled free from his robes.

"Master, you hurt it, I'm afraid something will happen."

"Just in time, it's time to add some trouble to the Ministry of Magic." Riddle calmly looked back at the gloomy sky, "to distract them."

He shifted his gaze, looked at my hand that was scratched by him, and pulled it over naturally.I frowned, subconsciously wanting to pull back, but he raised his eyes and glanced at me coldly.

"Watch your attitude."

Because he was so close to me, his voice was so quiet that only the two of us could hear him.

I glanced at the others uncomfortably, but they didn't dare to say a word and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Don't make your entourage think we're related." I glared at him and whispered, trying not to gnash my teeth so much.

His eyes stared at my face without blinking, the corners of his mouth curled up into a dangerous arc, and his fingers pressed against my wound in retaliation. The frozen wound was torn open again, and some blood gushed out Come.

I bit my lip so hard that I didn't cry out in pain.I pulled my hand out of his hand, clenched it into a fist and hid it by my side.

I took a few steps back, deliberately distanced myself from him.

"Master, is our plan officially operational from now on?" Ranbusi looked away from me, "The dragon is a start, do we need to attract more uncontrollable dark magic creatures to create some Chaozi, so as to lay some foundations for the future?"

"Yes, Ranbusi." Riddle said, "The new Minister of Magic has just taken office, many high-status old staff have resigned, and the core force of the Ministry of Magic is vacant. Low-intelligence dark magical creatures that pose a threat can be guided and used—but our forces, don’t use them.” He emphasized his tone and reminded, “Let the Ministry of Magic mess up for emergencies...the more chaos, the worse it will be for us more favorable."

"Understood, Master."

……

Riddle started needing my powers more and more often, just like he used to when he was smothering himself with some weird potion, but this time it was much crazier.

I'm guessing he's experimenting with some dark arts, not potions.

I never thought he could be so cruel to himself.

The strong smell of blood entered my nostrils from Riddle's clothes and body.

I struggled a bit, but he held me tightly and didn't let go.

"do not move."

I could only stand there motionless and let him hug me like this, even though my heart was 1 unhappy.

His breathing slowly became even, as if it would make him feel better.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"you do not need to know."

My brows were furrowed fiercely, the smell of blood kept hitting my brain wave after wave, and I resisted the urge to push him away.

"Why," his voice has never been so weak, but still with that annoying frivolity, "you don't want to use your ability anymore, do you?"

I get nothing.

To be honest, I do hesitate.

I have been in a conflicted state of mind, struggling whether to take advantage of this time...

After all, I have no chance to destroy his Horcrux. Even if I can get some location information, I can only entrust others to do it-but this other person, I can't think of who it is, at least no one around me is competent, and Dumbledore, I can't see him either.I'm not sure if Riddle has any backhands, Dumbledore is the hole card, I can't take the risk.

Therefore, I can take advantage of this opportunity to destroy his weak main soul.I looked around, looking for Nagini.I am very afraid of it now, after all, it is no longer the original Nagini, and now it is a poisonous python that is truly deadly to me.

However, I didn't find any trace of it.

interesting.

If I kill him at this time, I can get away and go to Dumbledore.Even if I can't destroy the other Horcruxes, at least it will take some time for him to be resurrected.

After all, losing a piece of main soul would be a serious injury.

I sneered in my heart, laughing that he dared to show his most vulnerable side in front of me.Doesn't he know what he's done?Doesn't he know how much I want to kill him, how I don't want to avenge the father I haven't had time to recognize?

But for unknown reasons, I didn't do it.I just stood there out of breath, my mind in turmoil.

I heard him laugh, and for a moment I panicked with a guilty conscience.

"Do you know, Ashley," he said slowly, "I've always been curious about what kind of thoughts people have before they die."

"Then you know now?" I responded coldly.

"Of course." His tone was full of a relaxed smile, and even every word was very clear in my ears, "I will think of the crimes I have committed in my life. If he is lucky enough, he has someone worthy of nostalgia, Guilty maybe—regret, maybe."

My mind was filled with the look of despair in my father's eyes.

I felt that my anger was burning violently, I couldn't evenly adjust my disordered breathing, my whole body was trembling slightly, and I couldn't think at all.

"How dare you..." My eyes were red, tears were falling down, and my fists were clenched white.

"Are you irritated?" He mocked recklessly.

I closed my eyes, to feel the power that was about to burst out.

I guess he never imagined that the method he used when he asked me to destroy the devil tree would be used by me on him.

Go to hell...with all my memories.

I control the power that is closely related to me, raging in his blood, I can even touch that fragile soul, it seems that it will be broken with a twist.

I pushed him away, but he couldn't resist at all. With a muffled grunt, he fell to one knee on the ground, with blood flowing from his nose, mouth and even his ears.

My tears didn't stop at all.I suddenly felt an overwhelming pain, a living, throbbing pain coming from my heart.

"It's over, Tom Riddle. We're over." I heard my own weak voice.

However, I couldn't see the expected disbelief or resentment in his eyes—he was smiling instead, and even at this time he didn't look embarrassed at all.

He raised his hand, and along the veined forearm, I saw those protruding blood vessels, and the blood mist evaporated from the surface of the skin.

His soul has been destroyed by my ability, but the moment I thought I was going to destroy him completely, I can no longer feel the power I buried in his body—they are almost completely Without warning, he suddenly cut off contact with me.

Those blood mist gathered in mid-air above his arm, and as the blood mist became thicker and thicker, I saw the magic aura separated from it, surging like white smoke.

"I've always been curious about a question, Ashley. This question is not about what thoughts people have before they die." His breath was still weak. "It's about whether people can see the gate to hell before they die."

I stared blankly at him.

"So I decided to give it a try - but I never succeeded, no matter how close I was to death, I couldn't feel the slightest breath of hell.

Now I finally understand.Hell is found only when the soul is close to perishing—and just now, I saw it.I need to thank you for that, Ashley. "He stared at me steadfastly, and crushed the cloud of white mist under my nose.

"Cough..." I've never experienced this kind of pain—it's almost indescribable with heartbreak, and the meridians all over my body seemed to be smashed by something. I fell to my knees with a plop, mouthfuls of dark red Blood coughed out of my mouth, and the prickling of my ten fingertips made the pain worse.

My arms on the ground were trembling, my heart was beating violently, the world was spinning in front of my eyes, and it was dark, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell on the ground, and my consciousness gradually left me.