[HP]Aluet

After a long time, I opened my eyes.

I sat up quickly, because I realized that this is not my dormitory, and another bed is empty at this time.

Riddle was lying on the table next to him, looking as if he had fallen asleep.

I walked over carefully.

There was an open book under his arm.

Half of his face was buried in the crook of his arms, his eyelashes were black and thick, and his high nose bridge outlined a perfect arc.I stared at him involuntarily for a long while, and then looked away awkwardly when I came back to my senses.

Let's go first, I thought.

I opened the door lightly, and there was no one in the corridor, so I sneaked into the lounge.

Glancing at the watch, it was only past 50:[-].

I sat in the lounge, and when people began to come out of the dormitory one after another, I went straight to the classroom for class.

in the afternoon.

"...Really, let me tell you, I was kicked out yesterday and spent the night outside..." Lestrange, with dark circles under his eyes, complained angrily with Black, and walked into the out of the lounge.

Black's eyes swept across me and Riddle who was sitting not far away, and stopped Lestrange from continuing to say: "Understood, Claire."

Lestrange's eyes fell on Riddle, who looked at him expressionlessly.Lestrange's face instantly became flustered and embarrassed, and even his neck quickly flushed red. "I didn't say—no—I meant that I couldn't sleep by myself last night, so I stayed out all night."

Riddle stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a soft "um" from his nose, and now he didn't dare to speak at all.

During dinner, Ravi suddenly sat next to me as if he had lost his nerve, with a flattering tone and an apologetic smile on his face, but I didn't feel the slightest apology: "Well, Field, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, you don't care, do you?"

"No." I replied decisively.

She cast a wink at Burstrod and Parkinson, and their faces showed joy at the same time.

After I finished eating, I got up and got ready to leave, and Ravi followed him: "Shall we go to the library together later? It just so happens that I need to look up some materials for today's homework—"

"No." I responded to her lightly, and left the auditorium with the flow of people.

I do want to go to the library, but I don't want to go with them.I went straight upstairs, and when I got to the second floor, I suddenly heard a faint sob.I thought it was my auditory hallucination, but I still walked in the corridor on the second floor in a strange way.

The voice came from the abandoned women's bathroom.I walked in silently and stopped outside a doorway.

I stood at the door for a few seconds before I was about to leave, but just after taking a few steps outside, the door happened to open, and a little girl with ponytails and glasses came out with red-rimmed eyes.

"Myrtle?" I looked at her in surprise.

She pushed her glasses: "Aisley?"

"It's me. What's the matter with you?"

Myrtle walked to the faucet and took off her glasses, and I took them for her easily.She glanced at me, said nothing, turned on the tap and washed her face.

I handed the glasses back to her: "What happened?"

She hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head: "It's okay, really." She sniffed, and walked out of the bathroom with her head down.

I also walked out, saw her run away, and continued upstairs.

I was walking fine when suddenly I slipped, as if something had been jerked from under my feet.I staggered a few steps forward, almost falling to the ground.

A sharp laugh from behind entered my ears.I turned around, and was surprised to find that it was a short man in bright clothes, a tie, and a hat on his head—to be precise, he was not a normal person, probably a ghost, because he was translucent.

"It's heavy! It's heavy!" He threw the rug he had just removed on the floor, flying over my head, "Little Slytherin!"

He flew away in a flash, and I thought he had already left, but after a while, a gust of wind blew around me, and a piece of chalk fell on me.I picked it up, and snickers came from above my head.

I followed the source of the sound and threw the chalk head away.

"Oops!" He emerged, spitting the chalk tip out of his mouth, "Little guy, you almost threw it in my nose—you're done!"

I ran away quickly before he finished speaking, his body was floating behind, chasing after me, until I ran near the Slytherin lounge, he suddenly stopped chasing and disappeared.

"Do you know who he is?" In Charms class, after I successfully levitated the feathers on the table, I looked around at other people in the classroom who were still trying hard, and talked to Hagrid idly with the loud sound of casting spells. Bringing up the previous incident, he described the appearance of that "ghost" to Hagrid.

Hagrid's wand stopped in front of the feather, raised his head and thought carefully, showing an expression of sudden realization. "Oh—I see. That's Peeves, isn't it? He's always playing tricks. It's been done a lot, haven't you heard?"

I shook my head.In fact, I didn't have much communication with other students, and I never wanted to get close to those circles of people.Maybe they usually discuss this kind of thing, but it has nothing to do with me, and I'm not interested in knowing. "I remember not seeing him at the school banquet."

Hagrid shrunk his neck back seriously: "Of course! He often smashes vases, overturns potions, overturns bookcases... Last time he hid in his armor to scare people. If he goes to the banquet, then It's bound to be a mess!"

"If Peeves likes to cause chaos so much, why doesn't he go at a time like that?"

"I think—I don't know much about the specifics—probably the professors didn't allow him to attend."

"Oh……"

After Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the corridor between classes was in chaos.

"Grab your nose!"

"what--"

Peeves was flying around in mid-air, throwing balls of paper at the students coming out of the classroom, and there was a Gryffindor student with a wastebasket on his head, who was walking around, or the person next to him Help him get the wastebasket down.

"Peves!" Professor Mellors came out of the classroom and yelled at Peeves angrily.

Peeves glued a ball of paper to her face, then ran away, grinning.

It seems... the professor can't control him...

……

While I was flipping through the materials and sorting out my notes, Riddle put an open book in front of me, and then he sat down opposite me.

"Found Andric Field's name."

I took that book.

It does have my father's enrollment record on it, but he seems to have changed schools and won no special honors at Hogwarts.

This made me feel a little disappointed.

"What about you? Did you find it?"

"Not yet." He frowned.

"Ok."

Riddle looked down, the sunlight streaming through the window onto his eyelashes.His expression was extremely serious and focused, and the quill made a rustling sound on the parchment.

I coughed softly and he raised his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Do you still have your first grade notes?"

"Still."

"Then...can you borrow it for me?" I pursed my lips nervously.

"Okay. Go back to you."

It's done.It seems that as long as it is not too troublesome, he is not so difficult to talk about.

His notes are very complete, and it can be seen that he listens carefully to every class, because he has not missed any of the knowledge points, and there are many things that I have never heard the teacher explain in class—— Probably he went to the library to check the information and found it.

However, an embarrassing thing happened in Potions class.

I took the wrong notes.

Blake's eyes stayed on the name "Tom Marvolo Riddle" for a few seconds.

If you take it wrong, you can take it wrong, there is no way.I opened the book and found the potion for treating boils, and started to make it according to the steps in the notes.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong... I turned my head, and there was a terrible smell coming from the cauldron in front of Black.He probably forgot to hold the cauldron away from the flame when adding the porcupine quills.

Before I had time to think too much, I hurriedly helped him put the cauldron aside, my hand was so hot that it hurt.

Blake was startled by me, looked at my red fingers, and said for a long time: "Thank you... are you okay?"

"It's okay." This kind of minor injury is nothing to me.Although it was painful, I continued to complete the final step of the production as if nothing had happened.

A puff of pink smoke rises from my cauldron.

Professor Slughorn walked up and down, checking on our completion.His eyes lit up when he saw my potion.

"Excellent, Miss Field—perfectly done." He picked up the notes on my desk, "very well written...no questions—"

He flipped through it a few times, and when he closed the book, he saw Riddle's name on the cover.His expression suddenly looked surprised. "Tom."

"He lent it to me, and I took it by mistake." I explained hastily.

"Very good, very good - Tom - he is the smartest kid I have ever taught, you should learn more from him, that's good. You are in the same academy, you usually have a long head..." He muttered After a long time, I went to check the completion of the next person.

I just walked out of the auditorium at noon, and in the confusion, someone stuffed a small bottle in my hand.

I turned my head in surprise, Black's dark eyes glanced at me, and disappeared through the crowd.

I looked down and saw that it was an ointment for burns.

I smiled.He seems to be a nice guy, even though he looks like a stranger.

I was blowing the wind in the Astronomy Tower, and suddenly I heard someone humming.

I looked around and saw no one.I was so scared that I turned into a bird and flew to a high place to hide.

"Hey, I was shocked. Why did you fly?" It was the voice of the bloody Baro.I stuck out half of my head.

The bloody Barrow came out of his invisible state. This was the first time I saw him since the start-of-school banquet. His face was thin with empty eyes, and there were silver stains of blood on his robes.

His eyes were fixed on one place, and he began to whine again to himself. I couldn't hear what he was saying, and he might not have spoken at all.

I was a little afraid of him, so I carefully flew out from the dark, and left the top of the Astronomy Tower silently.

I flew into the empty hallway and transformed back into human form, just as Minerva was turning the other way.I figured she must have seen it, because she stood there staring, as if to make sure that what she saw was real.

This probably doesn't count as using magic...

I decided to pretend nothing happened and get past her.

"Wait!" Minerva stopped me, "Are you an Animagus too?"

"Why... you too?" I was a little surprised.

She transformed into a tabby under my nose and back again in no time.I looked at her in surprise, as if I had found the same kind.But she didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, instead she frowned slightly: "When did you start practicing? You are only in the first grade——"

"What practice?"

"Transformation practice!"

I am at a loss.

"Does Professor Dumbledore know about this?"

"I don't think he knows. I didn't tell him."

"No, you have to register." She said firmly, "You need to register with the Ministry of Magic, otherwise you are an illegal Animagus - come on, I will take you to Professor Dumbledore."

I was dragged by her to Professor Dumbledore's office for no apparent reason.

"Professor, she is also an Animagus," Minerva said to Dumbledore.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows and stared at me, I still didn't quite understand what was going on, "Okay, Minerva. You go back first, I'll talk to Ashley."

Minerva closed the door and left the office, leaving me here with Professor Dumbledore, and I got a little nervous.

"Sit down, Ashley." He smiled kindly, moved a small plate on the table to his front, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.I sat down on the stool.

"Would you like a Lemon Sherbet?" He pointed to the candy in the small plate.

"Thank you, Professor."

"It's a kind of Muggle dessert, I like it very much."

"What the hell does Muggle mean?"

"Just ordinary people who don't know magic."

The candy filling sizzled in my mouth.I find it very interesting.

I tentatively asked in a low voice: "Can I only eat one piece, Professor?"

He laughed happily: "It's very good, isn't it? If you like it, you can, of course, you can eat two pieces."

"Thank you, Professor." With Professor Dumbledore, the tension seemed less tense - he was still very funny.

"You're welcome." He propped himself up on the table, "Then let's talk about what happened just now, Ashley. You did really well in the Transfiguration class, but when did you start practicing Animag?" What about Stan's?"

"Does an Animagus need practice?"

"Of course. The practice process is very difficult and dangerous. Normally, someone needs to be guided."

It's the first time I've heard of this.

"I don't know, Professor."

He thought for a while: "Do you feel that there is anything special about you?"

"I think should not be……"

"do not have it?"

I shook my head: "The registration she said just now?"

"Wait a little longer, Ashley, don't worry." He stood up and opened the door.

"correct……"

He waited earnestly for my next words.

"I seem to know a different language." I hesitated, but said it.I trust Dumbledore almost unconditionally, maybe because he healed my wounds, maybe because he helped me break the seal on my memory - maybe just because he was the first to tell me that I Someone who is a wizard, not a disgusting freak.

"Oh?" His eyes moved elsewhere, as if thinking of something, "What kind of language?"

"This way..." A quiet and mysterious voice came out of my mouth.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered in surprise, as if he was talking to himself: "...soul."

"What?" I didn't hear it clearly, and I wasn't very sure.

"It's rare, Ashley. You can affect other people's moods and feelings."

"Is this of any use?"

"Of course it's useful...existence must be meaningful." He didn't say anything else, patted my shoulder, and walked out of the office with me.

I noticed that "soul" that Dumbledore blurted out inadvertently.

I don't know what my ability has to do with my soul.It doesn't look like all Animagus have this special ability, or it wouldn't seem so surprising.

Books related to souls... can only be found in the restricted section, and must have a professor's approval note.

It was impossible to tell the professor about it, without any proper reason, except to find an opportunity to sneak in.

However, if you are caught by the professor for activities outside after the curfew, you will definitely be fined points and confinement.

I thought of the Disillusionment Charm.If I cast myself a disillusionment spell, does it mean that I can become invisible, and then I can sneak to the library...

Thinking this way, I started to try, but my ability still couldn't cast the illusion spell on myself, and after countless attempts, it still ended in failure.

Perhaps, I can use other things to hide myself.

I thought about it, took off my robe, and cast a spell over it.The robe vanished before my eyes - including the arm that was dragging it.But I can still feel its presence in my hand.

Unfortunately, the spell probably won't last long, so I still have to move as fast as possible.

At night, while Burst was asleep, I put on my outer robe lightly, slipped out to the library, and walked to the restricted section.

With the dim light coming in from the window, I actually saw a figure.I was about to put the robe back on, when I saw his profile in a blink of an eye—it was Riddle.I moved a little closer.

He stood there dumbly - in front of him was another himself, pale and lifeless.

I was stunned by the weird scene in front of me: "R... Riddle?"

His sluggish eyes instantly recovered, covered with a layer of unspeakable emotions, as if he felt ashamed and humiliated.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, blocked my eyes with the other hand, and dragged me away quickly without any explanation.

It wasn't until he lowered an arm near the stone wall of the lounge that I realized he also had an "invisibility" robe.It seems that we want to go together.

He has been squeezing my wrist very hard, and he hasn't let go until now.I struggled a little, but he didn't seem to feel it.

"pain……"

He finally remembered to let go.I rubbed my sore wrist, recalling the scene I just saw. "Is that... a Boggart?"

Although no teacher has told us yet, I have read many books, and there are records about Boggarts-they live in dark and narrow places, they can see through a person's heart, and then become what he fears most. thing.

Apart from Boggart, I can't think of any reason for that weird picture to appear.

Riddle let out a muffled response from his throat.

"Are you afraid of death?" The pale face appeared in my mind, and the casual question I asked without much thought made him suddenly become angry from embarrassment.

"Death is the most shameful thing for wizards, only Muggles die!"

I froze for a moment, I didn't expect him to react so strongly: "I'm sorry."

He said the password to the stone wall a little violently, and walked into the lounge through the stone door.

This accident caused me to lose an opportunity to search for information, so I can only go there again next time I find time.

I didn't want to ask him why he was in the restricted book area. Although I was still a little curious, after all, I originally wanted to go there to find books.

As for him, maybe because he was a little angry, he ignored the fact that I sneaked into the restricted area at night.