[HP]Aluet

My consciousness was almost overwhelmed, but whenever a strong sense of dizziness hit, he would always pull me back from the verge of fainting.I can't count how many times I have wandered between falling and floating. I always hope that all this will end soon, but the fact does not follow my wish.

This torture lasted for maybe half the night. In short, I didn't know whether I fell asleep or passed out. When I opened my eyes in a daze, the cold morning sunlight had penetrated through the curtain.

The strong sense of fatigue made me want to fall asleep again, maybe it was the undisguised coolness that made me wake up a little bit, and I pulled the quilt to cover myself tightly.

"I thought you were going to sleep a little longer."

Riddle buttoned the last button of his shirt.

I pulled the quilt up over my head with all my strength, covering my entire face.At least temporarily—I don't want to see him.

He stretched out his hand to pull down the quilt on top of my head, but I firmly held it down.

"Escape from what?" He simply ignored me, the bed sank a little, and he sat next to me.

I didn't say a word.

"You're going to stay like this, aren't you?"

I finally forced that memory out of my mind after some mental struggle.I pulled the quilt down so that only my eyes were exposed.

"Clothes." I said dryly.

He threw his robe to me.

My face became hot, and I even felt a little dizzy. I stared at him: "...No, mine."

He stood there looking at me with an indescribable look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a little - it was a very special smile that I had never seen before, if I had to describe it - I rarely saw his smile Reached the fundus, but this time it was different.Maybe he didn't want to, which made him look a little bit like the dour Tom Riddle I remembered.

"What are you laughing at?" I could even clearly hear the sound of my heart beating, but I couldn't control it at all, my tone was awkward and blunt, "—turn around."

He lowered his head to cover up the emotions that were unintentionally revealed, and said nothing, but it was rare that he did not show the stubbornness engraved in his bones in the past, but completely obeyed my wishes.

I quickly put on my robe, fastened every button, got out of bed and stood up.The moment my feet landed on the ground to support my whole body, the soreness spread all over my body. My legs softened and I supported the wall.

The heat shot straight overhead, and I managed to get used to my legs again and hurried past him out of the room.

I carefully washed every inch of my body, trying to put that shameful feeling behind me.

I changed my clothes, stood by the window, and took a deep breath.

A pair of hands embraced me from behind, tightened their strength, and laid their whole body lazily on top of me.

"You—" I turned my head, subconsciously wanting to push him away, but when I saw his peaceful side face with eyes closed, I froze again, and then silently turned my head back.

He chuckled: "You are already mine."

I glared at him again: "No."

"Why not?" He looked me straight in the eyes and whispered defiantly in my ear, "Maybe I should help you recap last night."

"No," I pushed him away vigorously, as if my whole body was on fire, and he was still smiling frivolously at this moment, "—and, don't use Legilimency on me!"

"It seems that your Occlumency has been improving, and you can feel it if I use it a little bit."

"Of course." I didn't care about him anymore, raised my head and strode out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go out for a walk." Staying in the space between two people always makes me uncomfortable as if I have a fever, and my mind is in a mess. I still want to go out for a walk and blow some wind to calm down.

I wandered aimlessly, and my feet were still light. Fortunately, there was still a little breeze in late summer, which could reduce the temperature.

I walked past the door of Potter's main store, and at a glance I saw a man talking to Potter with his back turned to the door, with an anxious expression on his face.It just so happened that I hadn't been here for a few days, so I just walked in.

"Hi," Potter saw me and greeted me quickly, seeming to avoid the man's topic on purpose, "Why are you here when you're free?"

"She is?" The man looked at me.He had a light brown beard, was very thin, and his eyes took up a disproportionately large area of ​​his face.

"Iris, a friend of mine," said Potter. "This is Rudolph Abbott."

I gave this strange man a symbolic smile, and he nodded, turned around and continued to drag Potter to talk.I stood at the counter idly looking at the exquisite bottle.

"You have to help with this, at least give it a try, right? That's our good brother, and you were the only one who was good at potions in school. If you can't help it, who can?"

"I really can't help it, Rudolph. It's not that I don't want to help. You know that no one has ever tried it. There's nothing you can do. I'm just a guy who does this kind of weird stuff. How can I know werewolves or something? You have the skills Why don't you go back to Hogwarts to find the old professor, it's definitely more reliable than me."

"Werewolf?" I moved my ears to catch the word.

"Yeah," Potter wished I could help him out. "A friend of mine's son was bitten by a werewolf. I don't know what to do."

I raised my eyebrows: "Who?"

"You probably wouldn't recognize it after all. It's Lyle Lupine."

I looked at him in surprise.I searched the name in my head - it was so close that I quickly recalled that this was the man who had been thrown out of the interrogation room the day I went to the Ministry of Magic on the [-]th of August.

I frowned and stroked it again——

I still have the vague impression that when the woman closed the door, she said something—Mr. Greyback.That is to say, the person who was interrogated at that time was called Greyback, and this name was extremely familiar to me—the leader of the werewolves that Irina once told me seemed to be called this name.

August fourteenth, August fifteenth... No wonder Lupine wanted to keep him until the next day, probably guessing his identity as a werewolf.

"Why," Potter saw that my expression was wrong, and asked, "You two really know each other?"

I shook my head: "His son was bitten? When?"

"I don't know, I also found out today. He scolded me for a long time, saying that the bastard probably came out to seek revenge, and he didn't say anything more about it when I asked him—" Ai Bo responded.

I suddenly thought of Irina, and my heart suddenly became heavier.

I sighed.

"I have an idea," I said.Both opened their eyes and looked at me.

I shrugged and wrote the recipe on paper.

"The medicine is not very effective, you need to start taking it two weeks in advance." I reminded, "You take it to Lupine and let him figure out how to do it himself-remember, it must be made strictly according to the proportion of this medicine."

"Thank you!" Ai Bo excitedly grabbed my arm and shook it for a long time, then hurriedly left with the paper in his arms.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in researching potions in this area." Potter looked at Aibo's back and sighed.

I pulled out a smiling face, said a few words to him casually, and left without further explanation.

I went to the cafe to buy a cup of coffee. After thinking about it, I took a book and sat on the bench beside the store. It was cooler with the backlight.

Coffee didn't help much.The drowsiness still swept over, the words on the pages became blurred, and I fell asleep as soon as I fell down.

The wind blew the leaves and made a rustling sound, and a few leaves fell on my face. I flicked them off in a daze, and put the book on my head.A force tried to remove the book from my face, and I reached out and grabbed something.It took me a long time to react in my half-dream, half-awake brain before I realized whose sleeve it was, so I turned my head and glanced.

"Riddle?" I sat up in shock, "Why are you here?"

He shook the double-sided mirror in his hand.

I just remembered and took out the mirror in my pocket.

"I called you just now, and you responded." He said lightly.

"I responded?" I looked blank, "Impossible. In a dream?"

"Who knows?" He put the mirror back and sat next to me.

I glanced at him with a strange expression, ignored him, stretched, yawned, and rubbed my sore shoulders, arms, and legs.

"what are you doing?"

"Exercise your muscles and bones..." I said through gritted teeth.

Riddle sneered, and I stopped and turned to look at him.

"What are you laughing at?" I deliberately moved a little away from him. I wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, but finally I couldn't help but say it, "You took the wrong medicine today, Tom? Riddle, aren't you?"

I stood up, took two steps forward, and found him still sitting there.

"I'm going back." I said.

He looked at me with a flat face, and hooked his fingers at me.

"What are you doing?" I walked a few steps closer in doubt, stared at his outstretched hand for a long time, and finally stuffed the book into his hand.He turned his head and returned the book with magic, and continued the action just now, "What are you doing?" I asked again.

He looked slightly impatient - but how would I know what he was up to when he didn't talk?

So he didn't wait for my reaction, he directly grabbed my hand and stood up, pulling me back.

"Maybe next time, of course I hope there won't be a next time - if your legs and feet are really inflexible, you can tell me directly, instead of this - I almost sprained my ankle!" I blushed angrily , but he completely ignored it.

This was bound to be the weirdest day of my life.

I covered my head in the quilt, sorted out my mood, and couldn't figure out why after thinking about it for a long time.

This won't work, I thought.

I felt extremely depressed, and my heart was in a mess.

"What are you doing?" I looked at Riddle warily.

He put his index finger to his mouth, turned off the candle, and the sound of his heart beating was very clear in the darkness.

"Go away!" I lifted the quilt, completely blocked him in front of me, and even waved my limbs a few times until his arm was caught by him through the quilt.

"I won't touch you again."

I can only let him lie next to me, there is nothing I can do.

His arms wrapped around me, which was wrapped like a rice dumpling. I was stuffy and hot, but I didn't dare to move. I closed my eyes resignedly, trying to force myself to sleep.

"Aisley."

"What's wrong?" I muffled out of my mouth.

"Will you leave me?" His deep voice drifted into my ears, like a temptation, or something else, I couldn't distinguish it.

I am hesitating.

I have been hesitating all day long, and this moment is infinitely magnified again.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and didn't move for a long time, and finally responded stiffly.

"Good night, Riddle."