[HP]Aluet

During this period, several people contracted chickenpox. The children who had never experienced this disease feared that it was another "good thing" that Riddle had done secretly. They didn't give up until Mrs. Cole repeatedly emphasized the common sense about chickenpox.

People who have chickenpox stay in their rooms all day long and are not allowed to come out, for fear of infecting others.

As soon as my front foot stepped on the threshold, a cup of scalding hot water was knocked on me.

"I'm so sorry, Field."

My hands and forearms were hot and red, and a large blister appeared in a short while.She squeezed my hand, and the burning pain made me pull it back, but Will squeezed hard.

"You've got 'chickenpox' too, little monster!"

I pulled my hand back abruptly.

"Let's go and tell Mrs. Cole, it's bad luck, Wendy. Let her go back to the house and don't infect us!" Wright said with a smile on his face.Afterwards, they laughed and turned around and went upstairs.

I went to the bathroom and ran cold water on the burnt area for a long time, but as soon as I turned off the tap, the burning pain slowly came back.

This kind of thing happens every day.I could forget about it all, but my body couldn't.Those scars that will never heal and new pains always remind me to wake up from sleep every morning.

When I left the bathroom and came to the hall, I saw a strange guest.

I haven't seen anyone here for a long time.

He was wearing an elegant fuchsia velvet suit, and had brown hair and a brown beard.

I have never seen such beautiful clothes when I have been living in an orphanage.I looked at this weird man curiously, guessing his origin in my heart.

He nodded at me, his eyes stayed on my face for a moment, then moved to my red hands.

He seems very nice.

I hesitated for a moment, and tentatively opened my mouth: "What a beautiful dress, sir."

He smiled softly, looking like a classy and gentle gentleman.

"...bring the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs scratched his scabs, Eric Walley's blood stained the sheets--too bad luck I have chickenpox!" Mrs. Cole was so busy that she seemed to be talking to the air.At this time, her eyes fell on the middle-aged man.She stopped abruptly, her face full of astonishment.

The middle-aged man nodded to her gentlemanly and bowed slightly: "Good afternoon. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I wrote you a letter asking you to make an appointment with me. You kindly invited me today come over."

"Oh, yes. Well - well - you'd better come to my room. Yes." She led Dumbledore to her office.

I went back to my room to read a book, and half an hour later I walked out the door and slowly moved to the stairs.

I'd love to know what he's here for.

After a while, there was the sound of the door opening in the quiet corridor.

"Goodbye, Tom. I'll see you at Hogwarts."

He went to Riddle?

I pretended to pass by the stairs casually, and he came down from the third floor and saw me pacing back and forth.I glanced at him carefully, and he actually came over on his own initiative.

"Meet you again, little girl. What's your name?"

"My name is Ashley, sir. Ashley Field."

An enlightened smile appeared on his face, and he took another look at my hands.But he said nothing, and from the inside pocket of his suit he drew what looked like a wooden stick—in fact, it was much more delicate than a wooden stick.

He pointed at me with that thing.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the messy wounds on my body were healing and disappearing quickly.My hands soon stopped feeling the burning pain and they became as good as ever.

"What is this—sir? I—I too—"

He smiled mysteriously, and put away the "wooden stick".

"I guess you're going to say, you've got it too, don't you?"

I hesitated and nodded.

"That's right."

I asked him cautiously, "So—we're all weirdos different from everyone else, right?"

He retorted me very seriously: "No. We're all wizards, and it's magic, Ashley."

I felt an indescribable joy, and I couldn't believe it: "Magic?"

He nodded affirmatively and glanced at the time: "I should go."

"Will you come again?"

"Of course. We'll meet again, Ashley." He patted me on the shoulder, turned around to leave, and I stopped him.

"Are all wizards omnipotent?"

He blinked.

"Oh—sorry, no, Ashley."

"Okay. I want to ask—can you tell that something is wrong with me, my memory?" I struggled to organize my words.

I thought, since he is a wizard, he must have powerful abilities that I cannot do.

He suddenly became serious, stared into my eyes without answering, and frowned slightly after a while: "Child, there is a seal on your memory."

Seal, what is that?

"Is there a way to fix it?" I asked.

"You can't remember a lot of things, can you?"

"Yes, I'd like to remember, but my ring is missing—something that reminds me of that."

"I'll try, Ashley, I'm not sure it will work."

My eyes light up.Which means - at least there's hope, right?

I took him to my room and he pulled out the "stick" again.

A powerful force surrounded me, drilled into my brain, and searched there.One picture after another came to my mind uncontrollably.

Billy tucking Root into my arms...the salty sea breeze at night...the grassy sunshine...and Tom Riddle sitting in a tree reading...

Something cracked open a gap.

Immediately afterwards, all strange feelings disappeared, and the scene of the room and Dumbledore reappeared before me.

"I did my best. From now on, there will be no more problems with your memory."

"What about the past?"

"Once upon a time..." He looked at me with those mysterious deep blue eyes, but I always felt that he seemed to be hiding something.

"Don't worry. Your old memories are all good."

He didn't say anything else, just smiled at me and walked out of my room.

I followed him a few steps and watched him descend the stairs, leave the foyer, cross the yard, and disappear over the high railing.

……

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." Riddle responded lightly.

"Okay. Are you going with - Mr. Dumbledore?"

His eyes became inexplicably cold: "No. I'll go by myself."

"Oh..." I lowered my head and thought for a while.

I don't know what to say to him, I always have some unknown emotions in my heart, this strange emotion makes me unable to be happy.

I probably don't want him to leave.

I began to think about the reason why I had this idea, maybe it was because he was the only person I could talk to, or maybe it was because there was always an inexplicable sense of security around him-I was rarely worried that I would Got tricked by other people.

Everyone is afraid of him, except me.

"Then should we say goodbye solemnly?" I felt a little sad.

He raised his eyebrows and weighed me strangely.I thought he was going to say no need or something, but he laughed: "I'll be back."

"Really?" To be honest, I was a little surprised.I thought he went to that Hogwarts and never came back.

"Yes."

"That's great." I finally showed a comfortable smile on my face, "Maybe I can make a lot of friends there, right?"

He looked dismissive and didn't answer me.

"Then when you get there, you won't go to the beach alone at night, will you?" I said jokingly, but he stopped smiling because of this.

I know I probably said something wrong.He seemed very reluctant to mention that night. I couldn't figure out whether he hated those who spoke ill of him behind his back, or hated himself who was dominated by emotions.

"No." He paused for a moment, his voice still not emotionally fluctuating, "Besides, not all places have seas."

I know I've said something stupid, but really I just wanted something to talk to, something to talk to him about: "I know. Not here either—but the grass and the shade are nice."

He glanced indifferently at the branches and leaves above his head.

"Do you think this kind of place is good?" He raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, "This place is full of poor wretches... as humble as dust."

I was absolutely amazed.After a few seconds of hesitation, I contradicted him.

"You can't say that, Riddle."

"Don't you know? We are wizards, and we will be extraordinary in the end. As for them..." There was no respect in his words, but a frantic desire and ambition that made people feel flustered, as well as deep disgust.

I feel a little sick.

If I'm just an ordinary person, maybe he wouldn't even want to talk to me properly, just like he treats other people?

"Actually, we are not different..." I whispered.

So soon Riddle completely restrained his inadvertently expressed emotions.

I guess he figured out easily that by "we" I didn't mean me and him, because he responded to me suddenly with a very different, polite demeanor, all haughty and dismissive aside, Only cold indifference remained.

"Well, since you say so."

He left me and went back alone.

On the day Riddle left, I retrieved everything that had been lost in the room, and it came back intact.

— except for the ring.

Not only me, but everyone else's lost things were also found. Everyone cheered and jumped in every corner of the corridor, hall, and yard, almost celebrating Riddle's departure.

The bold cursing gradually became louder, and I didn't even care whether I passed by, and I forgot that Riddle and I were also so-called freaks.

Every day since he left has been more difficult.

A lot of people who had a problem with Riddle turned their anger on me, as if I was the one who bullied them from beginning to end.

At first, only people like Harris dared to "teach" me, and then they decided that I was different from Riddle - I could do nothing but turn into a bird, and everyone tried to step on me .

During the gloomy and long days, they found the only joy in life in an unusual waste freak.

Fortunately, I slowly learned to control my changes, and it was difficult for them to catch me again.Later, I hardly dared to appear in the open, because I still needed to avoid the stones thrown by the slingshot at any time.

The only thing I'm grateful for is that Billy opened his window a crack enough for me to slip in and hide when I was dodging boulders flying around.

His windows were never closed again after that.

I don't regret letting Dumbledore break that seal for me.At least it gave me a little bit of relief that I was a normal person.Even if bad things happen every day, it is better than facing the fear of the unknown.

A long, dull year.

Either I stay in the room all day and never come out, or I can only stay outside and never go back.

In autumn I can burrow into the thick leaves, in winter I can bury myself in the cold snow, but in spring and summer I can find nowhere to hide.The white feathers are particularly conspicuous in the sun.

All the time, I hope that Dumbledore will come again, maybe he will let me go to that magical school where Riddle is, so that I don't have to stay in this place anymore.

The hot summer sun dazzled my eyes.My wings suddenly felt a violent impact, and my whole body fell straight from the branch like a frame falling apart.

again...

I didn't fall on the hard ground, a piece of warmth and softness held me firmly.

I curled up in my feathers when I heard a sneer overhead.

I tentatively opened my eyes, and saw the long-lost face, black jade-like hair and dark gray eyes.

I watched the temperature in his pupils drop to freezing point, staring straight ahead.Pointing at the terrified Harris with a stick similar to Dumbledore's, he said something I didn't catch.Immediately, the slingshot in Harris' hand flew out.

A deep voice came out of Riddle's mouth with a cold sneer: "You know, Harris? I promise you Muggles will never experience such an interesting scene in your life."

He raised the wooden stick again, and I was amazed to see that Harris suddenly seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, and the whole person flew up and hung upside down on the tree.After a while, his head became red with blood.

Without looking at him again, Riddle walked over and stepped over the threshold.

As he passed by Harris, he was shaking his arms in pain, his face flushed terribly.

I feel that if you don't let him down, something big may happen.My reason is still greater than the pleasure of "revenge", but obviously Riddle doesn't intend to let him go.

Fortunately, after a while Harris fell off by himself and limped away in a hurry.

Riddle glanced at his back, and an imperceptible sternness flashed in his eyes.