[HP]Aluet

Chapter 109

I'm scared.

I don't know what I'm afraid of.The blood in my whole body was as cold as freezing, and the strong sense of weightlessness was transmitted from the internal organs to the brain. My nerves were tense, and I stood stubbornly without any movement.

Dumbledore still wouldn't answer me.He didn't agree or refuse. I turned my back to him and couldn't see his expression. After more than ten seconds of silence, the golden thread wrapped around Riddle and me suddenly began to flicker and dim, accompanied by a buzzing sound. They fall apart.

I slowly turned my head. Dumbledore's wand was raised in the air. He personally destroyed the powerful formation he had carefully set up. From his eyes, I saw another pair of watery eyes, full of All kinds of complex emotions - I saw myself, a contradictory body swaying with the wind in the dim space that still shone with light.

I took one last look at Riddle, and the metamorphosis flew out of the open vent.

Riddle stood straight on the spot without moving, but raised his head, his eyes accurately found my direction, I saw the flames from the horrified scarlet, the wand in his hand moved, blazing The fire ignited around him in an instant. I watched the flame nervously, trying to find the shadow of Riddle. I silently prayed in my heart that every word he said was the truth, and that he really understood what he had done. .

After a few short seconds, I finally saw him again, Huo jumped and retracted his wand, I watched all this in amazement, his robe was intact, but there were a lot of hideous and hideous skin on the exposed skin Horrible burns, the flames also burned away his jet-like hair, dark red blood slowly flowed from the wound, blurring his face.

Dumbledore obviously didn't understand the meaning of what he did, and his expression looked a little surprised.

Riddle's hand trembled slightly, and soon, he put down his wand again, without attacking or fleeing.

The Aurors were here, and they emerged from the mist and surrounded the cabin.Riddle didn't resist at all.He let the Auror confiscate his wand and lead him away.

The news of Voldemort's arrest and imprisonment spread quickly. The Daily Prophet posted a black and white photo. The face in the photo was blurred. People think of that outstanding Hogwarts student - Tom Riddle.At this time, even if someone jumped out to explain this matter, probably no one would believe it.People couldn't figure out why, so they could only let it go. For them, they only knew that Voldemort was seriously injured and was arrested by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in Azkaban.

The Ministry of Magic detains Riddle alone at the highest level as a repeat offender, and no one can contact him. He is strictly guarded to prevent the invasion of Death Eaters who are about to move.They took almost every precaution imaginable to minimize the possibility of jailbreak.

The war did not stop, and the Death Eaters did not languish.They firmly believe that their Lord Dark Lord has a way to get out of Azkaban, and the killing is still going on at every corner, and they are even crazier to use this to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, so as to win more opportunities for their Dark Lord .

For half a year, the Ministry of Magic was extremely busy, but what they were worried about - the Dark Lord's escape from prison, did not happen for a long time.

Dark clouds shrouded Azkaban, and the pale moonlight could not illuminate this eerie and terrifying place, but it could seep into my bone marrow, giving off a cool feeling.

I dodged the dementors and flew in without a sound. While landing and changing my figure, I used the Disillusionment Charm, and slowly walked to the top floor.

I've been running away from everything since Riddle went to prison, including Dumbledore, and I haven't looked for him again.

But I still want to see Riddle. After suffering for half a year, I finally decided to sneak into Azkaban, without any purpose, just to see him.

The solitary confinement gave me a chance. There were no other prisoners on this floor, and it was so quiet that the sound of ticking water rang out regularly. The connection between the wall and the ground was even corroded with holes of various sizes and unevenness. gully.

I walked a long way, and at the very end I saw a prison cell with the windows on the door tightly shut.I stopped at the door, showing my figure.

My hands were so cold that they lost their color, the dementors here affected my emotions, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe. I thought of the five months I spent in Azkaban because of stupid impulses when I was a child. At that time, I didn't know the badness and horror of Azkaban until I experienced it myself.The chronic inappetence wears me down, the dementors torment my mind, and maybe a few more months will drive you insane—it's a good thing I haven't really been here for three years.

I struggled to open the window, part of my view was blocked by the iron railing, but I still saw Riddle. He was sitting there leaning against the wall, and he could see that the Ministry of Magic had indeed "taken care" of him. His wrist and The ankles were imprisoned by thick iron chains, and the nearby flesh rubbed bright red blood stains. Where the iron chains touched, the burns had not healed, and there were even some signs of decay. The wounds on the face had scabbed, and some remained With shallow scars, the dark and humid environment is not suitable for the recovery of the injury.

He probably heard the sound, his eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes. He didn't show any concern for the injuries that I felt pain just by looking at them. His eyes were still indifferent, as if nothing was wrong. Close yourself.

The sound of tears falling to the ground merged with the sound of ticking water, and my face was too numb to express.

After looking at each other for a long time, I finally opened my mouth: "You have a way to get out, don't you?"

"Isn't this what you want?" He didn't answer my question directly.

Blood stung my eyes, and I looked at him sadly.

"No..." I shook my head, "You don't understand."

"Trapping you in Azkaban is not what I want, Riddle..." I breathed hard, "I think... I think you know what you really want."

Riddle looked at me silently. This time he didn't refute, and he didn't even want to express any opinions. I couldn't figure out his attitude at all.

"I know where I am wrong, Riddle, you are right, since we first met, I have never really thought about getting to know you. I believe that what is what is, is self-centered, and I don't believe in you, I don't understand you..." I held the cold railing to support my weak body, "You are not someone who takes pleasure in killing, and your intention is not to bring pain to this world, right? If I were you , maybe I will have the same thoughts as you, but...but the price of this road is too heavy, Riddle." I lowered my head, unwilling to look at him again, "this world...maybe It's not as bad as you think, isn't it? We don't need to complain about how unfair fate is, because everything is in balance. Didn't you realize, Riddle, that you broke this balance and brought disaster, so more and more More and more people will complain about the injustice of fate, just like us when we were young. Do you really want a world that has been devastated and then subjected to endless oppression? Is this the best new order you think?"

The iron chain made a sound, and he seemed to want to stand up, but in the end he didn't move.

Time passed slowly, and after a moment of silence that stunned me, he said lightly: "The war won't last long." His hoarse and deep voice paused for two seconds, with a rare sense of comfort, " It will all be over, soon."

My head was leaning against the door, my shoulders were twitching, my eyes were blurred, but I didn't make a sound.

"I want the complete Tom Riddle back." I adjusted my emotions, "The meaning of life is not eternity, Riddle. You should have a complete soul, a complete life."

"I can't." He looked up, looking me straight in the eye.

"You can, but you haven't sincerely repented."

I wish I could wait until that day - the day when Tom Riddle truly repents.I still have an illusion, I hope he can return to me with a complete soul.

He still doesn't respond to my words—I think I'm used to him evading certain topics, things he doesn't agree with or doesn't want to admit—but I believe he has an answer in his heart for everything.

"Half a year, Ashley." He changed the topic, "Maybe half a year is not too long. You have been away from me for a long time."

"Yes, Riddle."

"Did you feel that way when you were here?" he asked.

"I don't know." I laughed to myself, "Maybe. No one cared about me for five months, but I probably have to thank the hatred that supported me at that time. It completely overwhelmed the loneliness and made me forget the long time. I don’t want to live in such a harsh environment.” He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and I added, “Yes, Riddle, this may be what you brought to me with the useless emotions in your mouth. For me, Az Those five months in Caban were not the darkest of times—fortunately, all kinds of emotions have always been strong in my heart, so I have lived through the decades with hope. It used to be , is now, and will be the same in the future.”

"Sometimes, the bad things you think are not necessarily all bad things." I twitched the corners of my mouth stiffly, "You have the opportunity to experience such wonderful things... as long as you don't deliberately reject them."

Riddle was silent for a long time, so long that I thought he would not speak again, so I let go of the iron bars.

"Aisley." He stopped me and said jerkyly, "You are too far away from me."

I look back at him.True, with ten feet between us, I could have used my shapeshifting ability to get through the railing to him, but I didn't.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Can you come in?" He shook his head, even speaking slowly, as if he didn't want me to leave.I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if this time, he really didn't have any purpose, and wanted me to accompany him for a while.

But I don't want to.Maybe this time, I wasn't really ready to face him.

"Next time." I gritted my teeth and closed the window.

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