[HP Fudai] Knot of Life and Death

Tom Riddle would fall off his horse simply because the horse had been bitten by a snake, and that's why he'd be limping and knocking on the Gaunt's door—on the street?No, it would be too shameful to see the young master Riddle sitting in the street.Coincidentally, the place where he fell happened to be in front of the always lonely Gaunt's house in the town.So, when Tom Riddle tied the damn horse and put his hand on the Gaunt's yard gate, he didn't realize that there was anything wrong.To be honest, this gloomy mansion really gave him some bad associations, but his legs hurt so much, he had to find a place to sit.

After knocking three times, the door opened, as if someone had been guarding the door.

He was greeted by the Gaunt daughter, Merope or something, in a gray dress, with wild hair and a strange, cowering look on her face.

"Hello, ma'am, can I come in and sit for a while, the beast threw me off its back," Riddle said anyway.

"Of course, of course Mr. Riddle, I'll help you in." The weird girl enthusiastically helped Tom Riddle into the room.

The hall looks like it has been around for a while, and it is full of messy sundries, cauldrons, strange books, and some weird marks on the ground. Tom Riddle couldn't see what it was for a while, and his interest was covered by an exquisitely crafted wall clock. Attracted, there is a small rotating plate on the wall clock, and a pair of small copper figures are dancing with the rotating plate on it, which is too delicate.Therefore, he didn't notice that behind him, the two little snakes were glared at by Merope, and they immediately hid in the corner in desperation.A pair of teacups flying in the air are quickly returning to their original shape.

"What about Mr. Gunter and your brother?" In order to ease the embarrassment, Riddle decided to find something to say.

"They're not here, they, they, they're gone. And, that's my brother—I'm probably a little shorter than him."

"Oh, that's it. Do you live alone recently?"

"Yes . . . yes Tom, I mean, Mr. Riddle."

Tom Riddle turned his head and glanced at the girl - Merope Gaunt, who seemed to have a cold or something, trembling when speaking, and refused to look up at him, just put a glass of water on the table, Tom Riddle glanced in, the water didn't look very clean, with a few crumpled tea leaves floating on it.

"Oh, no, I don't drink tea, but still—thank you." Poor rich boy Tom Riddle was obviously a little reserved, although the crazy brother and the terrible-looking Gaunt father were not the same. No, but this in no way diminishes the discomfort of a rich young man sitting in this dilapidated old house.

"Your legs, are your legs better? Mr. Riddle." Merope walked over and carefully inspected Tom Riddle's legs.Where he was wounded, blood oozed from Tom Riddle's leather boot that clinged to his calf.

"Oh, my God." Merope covered his mouth. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't expect this to happen. I'm really sorry."

"No, this has nothing to do with you," Tom Riddle said, and then he looked at Merope who looked up in shock, tears were shining in her eyes, "I will cure you."

"what?"

Tom Riddle was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw Merope pull out a thin wooden stick from his sleeve, wave it towards him, and read something in his mouth, and then, on the pants stained red with blood, Suddenly, the bloodstains gradually became smaller—those blood!They are withdrawing into their wounds!

Tom Riddle was frightened by this strange sight, he didn't care about his wound, he got up from the chair, "You are, you are a witch!"

Merope lowered her eyes and nodded. She wanted to explain something, but Tom Riddle had already turned around and ran towards the door.

He's afraid of himself—Merope realizes.

Yes, Muggles have always feared wizards.Because wizards are much stronger and more dangerous than Muggles, the customary habits of wizards are weird and shocking to Muggles, and Merope has long known this.

So when Tom Riddle twisted the doorknob quickly—the doorknob seemed to be broken, he found that he couldn't open the door.Poor Tom Riddle thought it was a witch's trick, so he pushed harder, as if some monster was after him.

Merope froze in place, realizing that she had screwed up the meeting, even though she had started preparing for it a week earlier—making a new dress out of her best fabric, which looked A style that is popular among Muggles recently.I didn't know which corner turned out some ordinary tea leaves, although they looked a little old.

She didn't know why she did this, maybe she just wanted to take a look at Tom Riddle, the kind within five meters.Or, she wished she could be seen by Tom Riddle.

Mr. Riddle, I watch you so deeply and love you so much.

She hoped that Tom Riddle would notice the brilliance in her that might not exist at all, and have some affection for her, even if it was sympathetic, so that she would not need to use the cup of love potion and be mixed into it by her. The cup of tea.She knew it was dirty, of course she did.

But she still made it, obsessively.A love potion that will make Tom Riddle fall in love with him.

And he didn't even take a sip.

Now, the boy she loved was shaking the old handle in fear to get out of the house, and Merope froze there.It suddenly occurred to her that she couldn't let him keep this memory. If the Ministry of Magic found out, he would be in big trouble.

Just let Tom Riddle forget about this terrible first meeting.

Merope then raised his wand——

"Forget it all" and "Don't kill me!" The two sentences that were spoken almost at the same time ended with Tom Riddle turning his head with a smirk.

"Hey, hello, Ms. Merope Gaunt, why am I here?" The handsome young master waved his hand and walked towards Merope, "What happened."

Then he walked to the table, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Wait—wait, Mr. Riddle!"

"What's the matter?" Tom Riddle showed a puzzled look, "I'm sorry, I'm thirsty, isn't this poured for me?"

"You shouldn't drink that." Merope said blankly.

"I'm sorry," Tom Riddle smiled warmly. "This tea tastes exactly like my fiancée's. I like it."

"fiancée?"

"Yes, my fiancée, we are engaged. But I suddenly feel that these things are not so important, think about it, in fact she—" Merope stared at Tom Riddle, watching the smile on his face It became very soft, "Maybe I don't like her that much."

Merope raised his head, tears rolled from his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize, Miss Merope?" Riddle said in a panic.Then he reached out and wiped away Merope's tears.

"You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to cry, ma'am."

Merope looked up, and she saw Tom Riddle looking at her sky blue eyes with complete purity and intense love.

Just rely on a cup of potion.

Merope froze.

Later that day, Merope blew the door open with his wand, took almost nothing with him, and set off on his horse with Tom Riddle for the elopement journey.They have nothing, their pockets are empty, and the greatest property is the horse. On that horse, the once lonely girl hugs the waist of the boy she loves, happy like a princess in a fairy tale. Holding the rein with silly smiles, the silhouettes of the two melted into the warm sunset.

They ran so fast, it seemed that if they slowed down, they would be overtaken by those dark and dilapidated, thick asphalt-like wizard family inheritances, by those depressing pasts, and by reality.

Princess Merope finally got everything she wanted, freedom, love, and future—even though she cried on her lover's back like a child who lost her mother.

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