[HP]Aluet

When I gradually regained consciousness, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the dim candle lamp on the wall.

The cold thing on my wrist hurt me a lot, I raised my head, and what I saw was the iron lock with a cold light.

I shook it vigorously a few times, but this behavior didn't have any effect. Instead, my wrist was rubbed with blood marks. I grimaced in pain, and even the wound on my body began to ache.

I finally gave up the unnecessary struggle, turned my head and glared at Riddle, who was sitting by the side, who looked leisurely and at ease—compared to him, my current appearance was really a bit of a mess.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly, "Kill me?" My eyes looked around the empty room, trying to find some way out.

He stood up and turned his gaze to my face.

"I've changed my mind." He replied flatly.

I frowned, and watched him approach with his hands behind his back, and stopped in time when he was still one person away from me.I breathed a sigh of relief, but my temples still throbbed uneasily.

"I realized something," he said slowly. "It seems a pity to end all this with a simple killing curse, doesn't it?"

I stared at him tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You can't stop me, Ashley," he said. "I'll make it, and you won't die. You'll see it."

"You can't trap me." I twisted my wrist unwillingly.

"Then try it." Riddle narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of danger.

"Then at least you can't lock me up like this, it's totally unfair." I followed his words almost instantly.

"Fair?" He sneered, raised his hand, and with a "click", the chain that bound my wrist broke instantly. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked at him in surprise.

"What kind of fairness do you want?" Riddle turned his head, followed my gaze to my wand on the table, and the wand fell into his hand in the next second.

He broke the wand without hesitation in front of me and threw it on the ground.

My eyes widened in shock: "You—"

"It's not fair, is it?" Riddle's tone didn't show the slightest warmth, "Maybe you still think it's fair to be equal to me in strength."

"Even if you have a magic wand, you are not qualified to compete with me, Ashley. What is fairness? When you pay the same price as me on this road that I am walking, you are qualified to talk about fairness with me." His Every byte is clear.

I turned my head to avoid meeting his eyes, I was still thinking of a way, but he seemed to read my mind easily.

"I didn't expect to trap you in this way." His piercing voice penetrated into my ears, and I was like a frightened bird, my whole body stood on end, "Let's play a game, Ashley."

I took two steps back warily.

"The seal on your memory, you asked Dumbledore to tear it open for you a long time ago... But he didn't try to make it disappear completely, but kept it." He approached me, hung He squinted his eyes and fiddled with his wand thoughtfully, "His choice left you with a clue."

"What are you going to do?" I suddenly felt a little flustered.

"You know, I always thought..." He raised his eyes, and his scarlet eyes turned into bottomless whirlpools in my eyes, blurring my perception and filling my entire vision.

"Shackles can't trap people, only you can trap yourself."

"Do not……"

The feeling of being flipped through memories reappeared, and this time he used a wand.My soul trembled, powerless to parry.It seems that something is slowly closing and hiding in my mind, and those fragmentary pictures began to be swallowed by endless darkness, but this is obviously not enough—the dense silk-like things spread little by little, Climbing up every nerve of mine, shuttling and merging, and maybe because of this, not only the pain, but everything in the past is gradually moving away from me, like being cut by a sharp piece of glass, violently The pain made me struggle desperately, but his hands supported my back and pressed me into his arms.My strength was draining at a very high speed, and I almost lost my sanity, but my instinct still made me bite my lip tightly, restraining my broken and painful voice.The sweet blood flowed into my mouth along my lips and teeth, and my consciousness almost collapsed.

I lost the light in front of my eyes, and I couldn't feel all my emotions.My brain went blank, and there was still some faint pain like a needle prick.

The icy wind caressed my body, and I was completely plunged into darkness and dead silence.

I lost the sense of time and didn't know how long I had drifted unconsciously in the void.

Finally, I opened my eyes in a vast white mist.

Those things that were far away from me did not return with my waking up.

It was a spacious room, brightly lit, with curtains that kept the outside shut, but still let in light.

I looked down at my clean white clothes, looked back and forth at my hands, as if I was born again.

I seem to have had a long, long dream, but when I wake up, I can't remember anything.Those hazy dreams seemed to be right in front of me, and I racked my brains to recall every detail of them, but the more I tried to think, the more painful my head became.

"Aisley."

I heard a nice low voice.I raised my head in a daze, and what I saw was a tall and handsome black-haired man.His skin was as pale as paper, and his scarlet eyes stood out, but I didn't think it was weird—I felt an extremely familiar feeling from him, and I frowned to try to recall something, but I still couldn't succeed.

I watched him approach slowly, sat on the edge of my bed, his slender and cold fingers gently ran down the hair on my forehead, stroked my cheek, and then took my hand.I didn't react at all.

"Don't remember?" he asked softly.

I hesitated and shook my head.I didn't see any emotional ups and downs in his eyes, he just lowered his head, his fingertips slid across my palm, with a slight itch, and he wrote a few words in my palm.

"Tom Riddle," he said, "my name."

I shook hands.

There are many fuzzy shadows passing through my mind, and my eyes focus on a certain fixed point for a moment.

"Why can't I remember anything..." I whispered to him.

"Your memory has been damaged by magic, Ashley." He explained patiently.

"Magic damage..." I repeated his words silently, and turned to look at his face: "Will I still remember?"

He didn't say anything, but left a soft kiss on my lips, so the faint fragrance and his unique breath entangled into my lips and nasal cavity, rushed to my mind, and flowed into my heart.

"Yes. You will think of me."