[HP]Aluet

I failed.

I can't figure out why.I don't know if I can go a second time--just a little, just a little, I'm going to make it, but now it's all for nothing.

Although Lucifer mentioned that he said that Riddle couldn't get "there" - I don't know why he said that, maybe it's just that Lucifer's arrogance made him not believe that a human being can get through obstacles, or maybe he was telling the truth There's some basis for that, but I have to think that Riddle has been there a second time...

How could he go the second time?Is the second soul dying?However, if the soul is damaged, it will take an unimaginably long time to completely repair it... How can he bear it?

I adjusted my mood for a while, and I went to see Dumbledore when I was calm enough.

"After I arrived, I didn't see the person's appearance clearly. He was very defensive and well prepared, and he was able to retreat easily... He was wearing a black robe with a hat covering his face. I thought No one," said Dumbledore, "perhaps Tom."

"No." I decisively denied his guess, but did not explain further.I know Riddle's style all too well, besides, that power... I frowned.

Could it be the Death Eaters beside him?

The more I thought about it, the weirder it became, but I quickly put it all out of my mind.

"While you were unconscious, I found out that stolen thing was a 'key' from the Department of Mysteries." Dumbledore told me about it.

"A key? What key?" I asked suspiciously.

"That's not really a key, Ashley, it's just what they call a 'key'... I don't know all about it, the Department of Mysteries is too special," he said, "but I can take you there Take a look."

I was led by Dumbledore through a telephone box into the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and followed him into a dimly lit room, the center of which was sunken into a huge stone pit, some twenty feet deep.Stone steps surround the entire room, like stone benches, gradually descending step by step, each step is very steep, like a lecture theater.

In the center of the stone pit is a raised stone platform, and an arch stands on it. It looks so old and dilapidated that I can't help wondering how it can stand there without falling down.There is no wall support around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or drapery hangs on it. Although the air here is cold and there is no wind, it is swaying gently, as if it has just been touched by someone.

It presents a mysterious beauty, and I can't help approaching it, and even want to go through it to find out.I also seem to hear whispers in the archway.This feeling...is very similar to how I felt when I saw the gates of hell, and those strange sounds are almost the same.

"Stay away from it, Ashley." I woke up from Dumbledore's reminder.

"This is?" I asked in surprise.

"I don't know." He replied honestly, "but the staff of the Department of Mysteries who studied it have all been transferred to other places now... because they lost the 'key', they can no longer investigate... Maybe they will in the future Thinking of other methods, at least for the time being, this place is considered abandoned.”

"Does that 'key' have any key function?"

Dumbledore didn't answer me immediately, but took out a bright green leaf from nowhere and threw it towards the curtain.The drapery swung and swallowed it up, and the leaf never came out of the archway again.

"I guess that the 'key' is the key to connecting the two worlds inside and outside. If the 'key' is lost, once you enter it, you can't come back. No one knows where the other side is..."

"Is it possible that it is hell?" I whispered.

If the dying of the soul is one way to enter hell, then maybe this is also one of the ways...

I suddenly had a thought that maybe I could enter it, maybe reach hell for the second time-so that I could regain the opportunity to pass through the eight hells.

But Dumbledore seemed to see what I was thinking.

"Once you enter it, you will be completely disconnected from this world..." His words extinguished the fire of my hope, "I cast a spell on that leaf, but now I can't feel me and it It is just a leaf, if it is a person... We have to consider the worst possibility, assuming that there is really hell, and the soul and body of people will fall there together, then it is not It's as simple as your soul stepping into hell. It is very likely that you will disappear in this world forever, and you will never find your way back."

My hair stood on end, and I quickly took two steps back.

I suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe Riddler is the hell he reached for the second time through that "key" - of course, I can't be sure of my thoughts, because I don't know what Lucifer said about the "second time" specifically at what time.But if my guess is right, then there will be a second time, there will be a third time, a fourth time, and even countless times——

Thinking of this, my eyes widened in horror.

If that's the case... I dare not think about it.

If he really reaches "there" beyond the eighth floor—the mysterious "Realm of Eternity" and gets everything he wants, I can't imagine what will happen.

I'm going to have to find a second chance in hell to stop this from happening.But where does this opportunity come from?

I felt a splitting headache, and fell asleep on the bed as soon as I got back, until the next morning.

The streets in war are unsafe at all times.No one can predict when a fight will break out suddenly. Most people are afraid of it and hide at home to protect themselves.There are very few pedestrians on the street, and due to the lack of resources, theft and robbery and other messy things happen frequently, and the number of displaced old people and children has increased. I can always see ragged people in some hidden street corners or alleys. homeless.

The originally bustling streets are now extremely depressed. The walls and ground are full of gullies and gaps caused by magic. No one has the energy to repair them.

I was walking, and suddenly someone grabbed the corner of my clothes.I was startled, and subconsciously put my hand on the handle of the wand, but when I turned around, I saw that it was only a seven or eight-year-old boy.His face was covered with dust, a pair of clear and innocent blue eyes stared straight at me, and there were dark red scabbed wounds on his hands.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second I realized that he was probably asking me for something—it might be food, or it might be coins.I fumbled in my pocket, trying to pull out some Galleons for him, but all I found was the one associated with Dumbledore.I had no choice but to put it back, turned to open the package, grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his hand, then smiled and rubbed his messy hair, and turned into the alley.

Since it had just rained the night before, there were many puddles of varying depth and depth in the narrow alley, and the sound of tick-tock sounded regularly. I sniffed, and a faint smell of smoke came in.

I keenly caught a sound that didn't coincide with my footsteps.

I took out my wand vigilantly, and almost at the same time, a spell came from the back side. I used the disarming spell to confront it in time. The light filled the whole alley, and it was difficult for me to open my eyes. It was horrible, within a few seconds my arm started to tremble with the wand, the handover point of the spell was getting closer and closer to me, and I could only use my hands to stabilize my wand.

When I finally got used to the light, I could see the faces of the visitors clearly.

"Tom Riddle!" I clenched my teeth and tried hard to stand in a stalemate with him, my heels were firmly planted on the ground, and I was pushed back a few inches abruptly, and I almost fell down on my back, "How dare you... ..."

It's not too far from the Ministry of Magic, and it never occurred to me that he would dare to take the opportunity to attack me.

The force confronting me weakened a lot as if on purpose, and I was finally able to free one hand, touch my pocket, hold the Galleon, and wanted to trigger it, but I soon realized something was wrong ——It was just an ordinary gold Galleon.

I raised my head in disbelief, and saw the corner of Riddle's mouth twitch as expected. His expression was so relaxed that he seemed to be playing a game with me. Of course, he was sure of winning.

The air around him twisted for a moment, and a figure emerged in front of me—it was the little boy just now. He began to change and grow taller under my unbelievable gaze, and finally became the appearance of Ranbusi.

"How is it possible!" No matter how dull I am, I should know that my things have been dropped by him without anyone noticing. Ranbusi smiled and raised his hand, holding a shiny golden Galleon between his index and middle fingers.

My brain was running fast, and I quickly ruled out the possibility of compound soup, because his changes were too natural and too random, and compound soup could not control the specific time of transformation.

I never knew that other wizards besides Grindelwald have this ability to change appearance at will-except for Heinrich, whose appearance change is also subject to certain conditions.

But the facts are right in front of me.

Shocked, I also realized that I had always underestimated the abilities of the faithful Death Eater beside him.

"Useless kindness has made you suffer again, Ashley." Riddle raised his eyebrows, and a little sweat broke out on my forehead, but on the other hand, he was still able to handle it with ease.

Ranbusi took a step forward, as if to help, but Riddle stopped him.

He approached step by step, and I was forced by him to take a few steps back, leaning against the hard stone wall, and resisting with the strength of the wall.

"I have to say, you have been improving, in every way..." His tone fell into my ears smoothly, "It's getting more and more interesting, Ashley. I really want to play with you more Play it, but now it seems that there is no need for this.”

A force twice as powerful as before surged out and hit my weak resistance. My wand almost fell out of my hand, the spell was forcibly terminated, and I almost fell to the ground.Fortunately, I reacted quickly and supported the wall with my hands to stabilize my figure. I used apparition without hesitation and disappeared in place.It's a pity that too much power has been consumed just now, and the apparation is limited to a very short distance. I can only leave the alley and shuttle through the streets, trying to go in the direction of the Ministry of Magic, taking advantage of the luck that Dumbledore happened to be nearby psychology.

I kept blocking his attacks in a state of embarrassment—in fact, I could see that he was just consuming me. Every attack of his deliberately took some strength, and I had to resist it seriously, which made me A wave of anger like being teased rose up, but there was nothing I could do.

I didn't suffer any injuries, but I was almost exhausted, and my already wounded soul made it worse. After the last apparation, my eyes went black, and I fell to the ground, gasping for breath Breathing heavily, sweat dripped down my hair, my arms were shaking uncontrollably, unable to support my body anymore.

During the whole process, Riddle didn't get any benefit, because he deliberately retracted his strength, and was hit by my shoulder with a curse, and the blood flowed down the ripped sleeve, but he just frowned slightly, and didn't care about this injury.

This degree of injury can be ignored for him.

The Imprisonment Curse kept me half-kneeling on the ground. He walked unhurriedly in front of me, squatted down slowly, and raised my chin with the tip of his wand, making me look at him.

This time, I didn't feel the cold killing intent from him during the previous encounters.

He looked calm, one of those brief, dignified silences one usually experiences when an important decision is being made.

"I gave you a chance." He said indifferently, "I gave you a chance to live in peace, but you don't want it."

I stared blankly into his eyes.

"What do you want, Ashley." There was no wave in his eyes, he asked softly in a statement tone, "And what did you get?"

"Riddle..." I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move.

He stood up and looked down at me.

"It's over, Ashley. You lost."

Shadows obscured the light from his eyes, and he raised his wand.No matter how many times I have imagined this scene in my head, I never really realized one thing, and I finally realized it, but it was too late-he would really kill me, he would really kill me. will do so.

It is not so much fear as it is a kind of bitterness and despair that runs through my heart—this time it is real despair, I finally feel it—the despair of dying, the despair of dying at the hands of my lover.But how can I express these?My eyes, my expression, and my limbs can't express this emotion one ten thousandth.

My eyes didn't blink, and tears rolled down the corners of my eyes.

"Goodbye, my Ashley."

The solemn environment set off his whispers, without any frivolous smiles, no sarcasm, no resentment, and no regrets.

It was like an ordinary but formal farewell.

His wand was facing me, and I dared not look at him, so my eyelashes fluttered, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the spell that would end my life to sound, waiting for the green light that had appeared countless times in my dreams to shine through My eyelids, filled with the last moment of my life.

But I didn't wait for all this immediately.

One second, two seconds, the moment after I opened my eyes in doubt, the sight that I had just seen was once again covered by darkness, and then I seemed to be trapped in someone's arms. Taken away from there by the Apparating Charm.

So, when my feet landed on the ground again, I looked up and saw those deep black eyes.

He let go of his arms around me, and I stiffly let him push me away, watching him take a few steps back, keeping a polite and comfortable safe distance from me.

I heard his name unconsciously called from my mouth——

"Orion."

haven't seen you for a long time.

He nodded respectfully to me as if in response, and I couldn't see any hidden emotions from his deep eyes.

"I'll take you here."

The tail of his words drifted into the air, he took one last look at me, took a step back, turned around, and disappeared in front of me.

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