[HP]Aluet

When I woke up again, the sky outside was already black, only the moonlight spilled on my face through the window--Riddle was not there, he didn't draw the curtains, he didn't close the windows, the cool wind was just like this The silk squeezed into the crack of the window, bringing in a smell like burnt grass.

I lifted the quilt on my body and landed on my feet. The moment I stood up, I realized that I was still weak, and my legs were weak. Fortunately, it was not that serious—in other words, I felt that I had almost recovered.

I was a little chilled by the wind, so I took my outer robe and wrapped it tightly around my body, then stepped out the door.I went around to the back yard and saw Riddle sitting there with the burning logs in front of him.

He held a few pieces of parchment in his hand, looked at each one carefully, lifted it up every time he read it, put it on the burning flame, and watched it burn from the bottom bit by bit , it all went slowly.

The warm orange flame didn't bring any color to his face, and he even looked more haggard than during the day.

Even if the scene is different, I still think of the night when I met him for the first time at the seaside when I was eight or nine years old.At that time, he was also sitting by the sea in this posture, his lonely back looked thin and fragile.

I slowly walked to his side, complex and restless emotions collided in my heart, but fortunately the peace of night comforted it, and I was able to gradually calm down.

He had noticed my approach a long time ago, but his eyes did not fall on me, but continued his actions. The contents of the letters in his hand did not hide from me, and I could fully see what was written on them.

Even if he lost the position of assistant minister, he still buried a lot in the years he worked there, and he can still obtain information through various methods-he has people in almost all departments of the Ministry of Magic, and these People's identities are kept secret even from the Death Eaters.

Everything went as he expected.

The activity of dark magic creatures in the United Kingdom is becoming more and more rampant. The Ministry of Magic has summoned many experts in the study of dark magic creatures to help and try to contain the crisis - even trivial dark magic creatures like boggarts and mischievous spirits have not been spared.People have yet to realize what is behind this growing number of attacks.

He burned the last piece of paper silently, then turned his head to look at me who had been standing for a long time, and stretched out his hand to me.

I can't describe my mood in words, because for the first time I didn't feel the strong rejection of Riddle that has been flowing in my body for a long time-but my reason kept telling me that the man in front of me is My enemy, he is dark and terrible, I can never see through him.

But after a while, I still took his hand by a ghost, and that hand was so cold that I wanted to pull it away immediately-but I didn't do that.I sit next to him.

He let go of his hands, raised his head, closed his eyes in relaxation, and took a deep breath.

"Go back if you're sleepy." It took me a long time to speak.

"You're right," he said, "but the air is better outside than inside."

I looked at his profile without saying a word.

"Does it still hurt?" My voice was so small that it was hard for me to hear clearly.

He raised his eyebrows, and responded with a soft snort from his nose, "But I like this feeling, the pain can make people wake up, even though it's not very good." There was a smile on his face, he turned his head, already The eyes that completely turned dark red stared straight at me, "You should be happy, Ashley, glad that I don't want to let these disappear, and your chances are more because of this."

I avoid his eyes.

I don't understand why he does this - what the hell can I do?As long as he used even one vicious torture on me, I could strengthen my mind, but now, I was horrified to find that I had begun to waver—or rather, I didn't know how to deal with it at all.

"I can't beat you, Riddle." I sneered, "What chance do I have, you are behind in everything." The fire didn't bring me warmth, I shivered, and wrapped my robe even tighter. Strictly, "You think it's very interesting, don't you? It feels like everything is in the palm of your hand. I'm tired, I don't want to play with you anymore, you won."

"Not this time." He smiled, "But you won't believe it. Or, you can't do it, can you?"

"Of course I wouldn't believe it—I wouldn't believe a word of it." I looked at him angrily. "But you're being too self-righteous. If I could do that, I wouldn't hesitate."

"Then you can do it now," he said softly, "I promise you."

I vigilantly tried to dig out something from his expression, but I couldn't.He looked defenseless, and I couldn't think of anything else he could do, but I still didn't make any moves.

"Who knows what tricks you are playing again." I was almost driven crazy by the extremely strong sense of contradiction.

I approached him, and lightly touched his forehead with my fingertips. The soul that I had hurt was still so fragile, and his breathing was chaotic. I even suspected that he was really hanging on with one breath.

He held my hand, and his eyelashes rubbed against my palm, with a slight itch.

I hesitated for a long time, and finally hugged him, the cold and lifeless body made me shiver.

"The last time." I gritted my teeth and forcefully forced back the tears, "If you want to keep those injuries, then keep them. I won't help you. I just make you feel better—we'll talk about it." It's over, Riddle, from now on I'll do what I'm supposed to do."

"Even?"

I heard a chuckle from the top of my head, he pushed me away a little, and a cold kiss was printed on my lips, my rigid brain reacted for a few seconds before I belatedly remembered to push him away.

"If we're not even, we'll never get even."

I got out of his arms, staggered back a few steps, turned around and hurried back to the room as if fleeing, and locked myself in the room.

I sat at my desk with a blank mind, lost in thought all night, until early the next morning, someone shook my arm and I lifted my head out of the crook of it.

"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic, come with me."

I leaned back in the chair, most of the sleepiness dissipated.

"You want me to be with you? You know, I can't help you with anything, and I don't want to help you." I said.It's already reached this point, and I don't think there's anything to be shy about.

"Don't you want to know the answer?"

I raised my eyebrows: "What are you trying to do?"

"I feel like I need to give you an answer. I thought you'd figure it out yourself, but apparently you didn't." He leaned on the table, "I thought you were smart enough, Ashley, it seems that there is something deceiving you. For you, maybe it’s like what I said earlier—conceited, paranoid, the words you use about me, and you yourself lack none of them.”

I stared at him tightly, and the time passed like this.

I ended up turning into a bird and flying into his hands, and he took me to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts.

He borrowed someone else's ID this time, and I don't know what he's going to do with the Ministry of Magic.

After getting in, I walked around the corner, and I changed back into a human form and followed him.

It seemed very empty here.

The door of the interrogation room was closed, and some conversations could be vaguely heard from inside.

"He's just a Muggle bum, Lupine, and you can't redefine the verdict just because of your own judgment."

"I think it's better to keep him until the evening—after today, everything will be decided, and it won't delay anything!"

"You are delaying us all's rest time, Lyall, you should continue to study Welsh Boggarts, that is what you are good at."

"What if it is? Tell me, what if it is? That kind of ruthless, evil and insidious creature, they only deserve to die! But in just 24 hours, we can fully figure out the truth!"

"Lyle Lupine, you are disturbing the order, please get out immediately!"

Riddle pulled me behind a pillar and hid.The door of the interrogation room was slammed open, and a middle-aged man with brown hair, brown eyes and a full beard walked out. His expression revealed to me his anger.

"Okay! Okay! I shouldn't care about this kind of thing!" He turned his head and said loudly, then left the place without closing the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Greyback." A woman in dark green clothes tucked the book under her arm, walked over and gave Lupine a hard look after his back, and then turned her head to apologize as she closed the door, "We'll be there soon." They will send someone to escort you away, so you don't have to worry."

I turned my head in doubt, and wanted to ask what Riddle brought me here for, but I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.I walked around the neighborhood and couldn't find him.

Strange, why did I leave myself here?

"Aisley?"

My heart suddenly tightened, and I looked towards the source of the sound in shock.And almost at the same time, the double-sided mirror that I had been carrying in my pocket suddenly moved—Riddle was calling my name.

I adjusted my breathing a few times, pressed the double-sided mirror in my pocket, and complained endlessly.

"Go catch up with your old professor, Ashley."

I reasonably suspect that Riddle knew in advance that Dumbledore would be at the Ministry of Magic today, and then used the double-sided mirror to listen to our conversation-the bastard is too deep-minded, and I shouldn't soften my heart.

How did he know?I couldn't figure it out even after thinking hard.

In any case, I must never let him know that I have been looking for Dumbledore since Azkaban.

I looked at Dumbledore for help, I hope he must understand what I mean, and don't slip up.I didn't even dare to shake my head, I was afraid that Riddle was still around, maybe he had used the Disillusionment Charm, anything was possible.

Dumbledore took a few steps closer, looked left and right, and watched me carefully for a while over his glasses.I could even see my pale, flustered face through the reflection of his glasses.

"Nice to see you again—" he began slowly.My heart reached my throat.

"I didn't expect you to be alive, it's really great, Ashley." Dumbledore patted me on the shoulder with surprise, as if he really saw me for the first time in ten or twenty years, even There were still some tears in those wise blue eyes.I looked at him in astonishment, and his face became serious again, "I almost didn't recognize you. Tell me what's going on, this place is not suitable for talking, let's go to another place."

He disapparated me to an empty platform behind the Ministry of Magic, opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head hastily.Even after leaving there, Riddle could hear everything with the double-way mirror still on his body.

"A lot has happened in these years, professor, I can't tell you in detail." I said.

"I understand, it's a good thing to see you safe and sound. If you need my help, you can tell me." Dumbledore stuffed something in my hand while talking.

I glanced at it, and it was a coin—it was heating up, and a line of text appeared on it.

[The resurrection stone on your body is probably fake. ]

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.

"Thank you, Professor, I don't think I need to trouble you, I'm doing fine."

[I had some doubts when Andrik came to me. Over the years, I have been searching around for information about the resurrection stone, and I did find a problem. ]

"Andrik asked me to take good care of you. Fortunately, you are well, Ashley. If you need anything, just let me know."

"It will, Professor." I rubbed my tense temples, and my thoughts were in a mess.I realized something wasn't right, and I was thinking hard, my heart pounding—

"My father has been looking for you?" I asked suddenly.My breath became unstoppable, and there were some places that I had been ignoring—they began to reveal their eyebrows—

"Yes." Dumbledore replied.

"When?" My voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

Dumbledore also had some doubts on his face at this time, but he still replied: "Probably when you just started sixth grade, that was the last time I saw him."

Sixth grade... Less than a week after the start of sixth grade, I got the news of my father's death...

So at the beginning of school, he was still alive?

I could hardly hide my emotions, and I instantly understood what Riddle meant.

I was dizzy before my eyes, and I barely stabilized myself by holding on to the wall next to me.

"Professor." My voice trembled, "Who is the murderer of my father?" I didn't use the coin, and leaned against the wall weakly.

Dumbledore shook his head: "It turns out that you have been struggling with this matter—"

"No, I need an answer."

"It's from Grindelwald, Ashley. Grindelwald has long been imprisoned in Nurmengard. Many of his subordinates have been arrested and imprisoned, and the rest have disappeared for many years.

it's all over. "