"Sir, are you in the manor today?"
"No, dear Mr. Malfoy, your lordship has made other arrangements today. He has gone out."
Faced with such a respectful answer, Liuus wasn't too surprised. He nodded, made arrangements for the merchants who would come to the manor tomorrow to deliver customized goods, then signaled the accompanying butler to step back, opened the door to the study, and left naturally. Go to the table and put the papers in your hands aside.
Unlike others, Liuus, who had Riddle as his magical guardian before he was a minor, could come in and out of the study at Gaunt Manor at will. This was a privilege that many people envied, and it made Liuus happy to see Betrix going crazy with jealousy.
However, even with such privileges, Liuus certainly did not dare to wander in this room. He only came in directly to deal with matters when it was related to work - because Riddle believed that if all matters had to wait for him to come back, he would organize and summarize them. , the efficiency is too low, Liuus is his most trusted confidant, and should share some affairs for him - after he successfully completes his goal, he will leave without looking back.
Therefore, he did not notice that an unnoticed black shadow entered the room from the moment he opened the door and walked towards the small suite in the room.
…………
"How...do you feel about Raven?"
When Harry came in with a kettle of hot water to replace the kettle in Charles' study, Charles was alone in there, dazed. When he saw Harry's face return to normal, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked this question.
Harry blinked and looked at Charles, who lowered his head, obviously nervous - Harry didn't know where this emotion came from, was it because his aunt threw him out? So Charles feels guilty? Did he think he would hate his aunt?
This was not what Harry wanted to see.
"Well," Harry put down the kettle and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Charles, pretending to be relaxed, "it feels great. She is beautiful, charming, and very enthusiastic about us. Just now, she said she would teach us something. stuff, so I’m going to stay for a while, and I think it’s the best thing I’ve heard in a while.”
When Charles heard him say "the best thing," he couldn't help but curl his lips. He looked behind Harry and saw that there was no cousin following the boy. This is quite strange. In Charles's mind, if there was even the slightest doubt about "Francis"'s safety, "Arcturus" would pounce on him, as if he was going to tear anyone who tried to touch his cousin to pieces.
"I'll help her tidy up a room later. You can't count on Sean for this. He only knows how to have pillow fights. Hank isn't attentive enough. They don't know what kind of room women like..." When talking about housework, , Harry was talking eloquently, his eyes were shining, "She must be very tired, I want to make her some snacks——"
"Hey, hey, stop for a moment, Francis, we'll talk about this later...if you're not sleepy yet," Charles took a deep breath before summoning the courage to gently hold the boy's hand, and was thankful that the latter didn't reject him, " Sit here... talk to me?"
His tone was soft and his movements were gentle, which was completely unlike him at this time, and Harry immediately remembered what Charles said to Raven before -
【"He is my son!"】
He suddenly felt that his heartbeat was so fast that it could reach high speed.
"...Oh, of course," Harry said nervously, swallowing, "I-I'd love to."
Charles patted the sofa chair next to him, and Harry sat in it, letting his young father continue to hold his hand and stare at him.
"I know," after a few seconds of pondering, Charles chose to get straight to the point, "You should have a lot to ask about...what I just said...did your cousin tell you anything?"
Harry is nervous
He nodded and recalled: "Well - it seems that the day I vomited all over, De... I mean, my cousin went to the kitchen, you came to see me, and then I fell asleep, and when I woke up By that time, my cousin had already come back and said that you taught him how to cook, and he also called me..."
""my child". "Charles said in a soft and affectionate tone. If an average person calls a child they have never given birth to, or even a biological child they have never met, they may feel embarrassed, cautious or even vigilant. But Charles was different. He held Harry's hand and spoke matter-of-factly. His sapphire-like eyes reflected the firelight, reflecting Harry's warmth and brightness.
When they looked at Harry, they didn't have the same cynical or decadent mood as they had during the previous period, but a very gentle feeling - as if as long as Harry was in front of them, the things that made him hate the world no longer made him feel disgusted. He is worried. He stared at his child and stroked the boy's cheek with his other hand, calmly and preciously, as if Harry was a gem more precious than his eyes, charming but also fragile.
Harry's nose felt sour. He said nothing, but allowed Charles to stroke his cheek.
"Yes, that's right, I put you to sleep that day," Charles said softly, "but I didn't know about it at that time."
"I think so," Harry said, pretending to be relaxed, so as not to look so vulnerable, "I... look like that," he chose to be more cautious, and blinked a little sheepishly, "I can't tell anything, Nothing like you."
If Jas had seen him like that, he would have been able to spot clues, because they were so similar; but Harry didn't think he was very similar to Charles.
Charles touched his blond hair and did not comment on the resemblance, but said firmly: "But I think that look is very cute - as soon as I saw it, I felt that I loved it. Even more than this picture of Apollo." There’s more to a shrunken statue-like appearance—why did you give yourself such a face?”
Harry smiled, grabbed Charles' wrist, and leaned his face against it, absorbing the warmth, even though the summer night was not cold.
"Don't you like this face?" Harry said, his voice as soft as Charles's, and he blinked, "Many people say it's beautiful, cute, and charming."
Lily, Jas, Regulus, Sirius, and more, who may or may not have an opinion on who he was, but they all raved about the face. Even Aunt Petunia, who was quite critical of wizards, liked this face very much. Harry could feel that she was always staring at his face. Once he looked at her, she would put away some unladylike things. expressions or small movements.
"It is," Charles said softly, and couldn't help but think of Raven, and his heart twitched. "It's just that I love it like I love a fine work of art, but I love you like I love my dear child. These two feelings Completely different, and I only care about the inside, I only care about whether you are your truest self."
His words made Harry feel as if his whole body was about to be soaked in warm water - he could hardly count how long it had been since he had seen such a father!
In this era, although he saw Charles and was anxious about Charles' current situation, he was not Charles' son yet! There was no reason for Charles to show him his hidden tenderness - even though he was already very special to Harry who was not his son.
"I-" Harry sniffed, "My face is because-"
"Of course, I'm not saying I want you to change back now." Charles said immediately. He patted the boy's shoulder and ran his palms back and forth affectionately to comfort him. "I know you are using a fake appearance. There is a reason, and it’s not that... I can’t face my true self.”
What does it mean to be unable to face your true self?
Harry was a little confused by this statement. No, he certainly didn't do it because he wanted to look better. But his intuition, and his feelings for Charles
Understanding told him that now was not a good time to delve deeper.
"Actually, I'm also curious," Harry pretended not to notice this and changed the topic, "I really don't look like... you know. Charles, how are you sure? Don't you doubt me? Is it someone else? There are so many options that look more believable.”
Charles did not refute first, but smiled slightly and asked him: "What about? What credible identity explanation have you prepared for yourself?"
Harry thought for a moment: "Well... for example, admirers, for example, relatives of students who have attended school, or our family members want to support you in your fight against Erik." When he said the last one, he stuck out his tongue, "——Well, I know the last one is ridiculous, but I hate the spy option."
"You can't be a spy." Charles lamented the child's temper in his heart, "You can't be a spy, my dear, you are not cold-blooded enough even to the enemy."
"But there are also people who are outstanding in acting, or pretend to be someone else like Raven," Harry, who had experienced the incident of "St. Mungo's staff being replaced by Death Eaters", expressed his opinion honestly, "I hope you, Charles, can stay vigilant."
This mansion is sparsely populated and is also said to be "in disrepair." Many facilities that will be available in the future have not yet appeared, and the old facilities may not be able to activate normally - it can be said that as long as someone wants to break in with a weapon , he could rush in. Even though Hank had outstanding fighting ability, Harry still felt scared just thinking about the "possible" consequences.
"But not everyone is willing to come here to get something - besides, there is actually a way to easily detect who is my child," Charles said calmly, as if this question did not endanger his life and safety. "Maybe even you can't guess it."
Harry opened his eyes slightly: "What method?"
"You have a middle name, right?" Charles confirmed with him first.
Harry nodded quickly, then said "Ah", suddenly realizing, and then looked at Charles in disbelief.
"Your middle name," Charles looked at the boy's face, his expression vaguely painful for a second or two, and then returned to normal, "What is it?"
"…Erik." Harry said carefully, "My middle name is Erik."
His name is Harry Erik Charles.
This answer earned Charles a wry smile, and Harry could feel the other man's hand slowly tightening.
"Look, that's right," Charles said. "No one would think that I would give my child the name of an enemy as a middle name, and no liar would be stupid enough to make up such a lie—unless it was my messed-up mind. Make your own decision - no one except the person with the same middle name as you knows I joked that we would be godfathers to each other's eldest son and use each other's first names as middle names."
His palm fell on the boy's face again, and he used his fingers to trace the face that many wizards half praised and half derogatory called "beautiful jewelry", as if stroking the part of the person he was familiar with.
"And apart from him, there will never be anyone who takes these words seriously and makes a false face that is more or less like my enemy," Charles's voice became lower and lower, and in the end he was almost talking to himself. "Unless his purpose is to be kicked out by me as soon as he enters the door, and then use it to work for Erik - then that bastard may be proud of it, because he is more popular than me."
Harry: "………………"
But the next second, Erik will throw that person out, because he doesn't know where to find out about your conversation, and uses it to deceive you and try to deceive your feelings. Harry swallowed the thought in a wave of mixed emotions.
Even though he knew that he was the most beloved child in Charles' heart and would definitely not be thrown out, when Harry heard Charles say this, he still felt a cold sweat start to form on his back - it was really not his fault.
He had no idea that the relationship between Erik and Charles was so bad at first!
He always thought that although his family was a reorganized family, his fathers had always had a good relationship. Even if they were not in love, they were the best brothers of the opposite sex, the kind who could fight off all the troublemakers at each other's weddings! In this regard, no one has vaccinated him!
The first time he saw Erik and Charles confront each other, he even thought he was dreaming! ! In this regard, it can be said that he was completely deceived by the adults in good faith!
"Well... all I can say is," Harry explained with a pained expression, "I never meant to make that face like this. I didn't expect... this, this was a complete accident."
He didn't mean to pinch Erik's face, he just missed Anda and Peter very much, and the twins were very similar to Erik, especially Peter.
"It doesn't matter," Charles said in a very tolerant manner, "I know you are cuter than this face."
Harry shifted his butt on the sofa uncomfortably, and finally decided to stand up and do something to relieve the discomfort and inexplicable guilt caused by this face. He looked around for a moment, then stood up to reach for the kettle, poured two glasses of water, and handed one glass to Charles.
"——So," Harry changed the topic again to avoid this embarrassing question between him and Charles, "Charles, how on earth did you know about my...other identity? You see, I don't even have one There’s nothing with a name on it.”
"Eye." Faced with this question, Charles said rather briskly.
"...I'm thirteen years old, Charles, I'm not only three."
Harry couldn't help but pouted slightly like he did when he was a child, and widened his eyes, expressing that he didn't believe the answer given by Charles. He made a thirteen-year-old gesture and emphasized, "It's not that I don't believe you, but I can't. I can tell you this with just my eyes - wait," he remembered something, "Does this have anything to do with Logan?"
Charles put on a regretful expression, as if he was sorry that he couldn't lie to him more.
"You have a very sharp mind, my dear," he said proudly and regretfully. At this moment, he was almost radiant, and all the decadent atmosphere was gone. "Yes, this does have something to do with him. You got the point."
"Logan shouldn't have known me," Harry said vaguely. "It's just the wrong time. I mean, he's certainly still an adult - but he shouldn't have known me - and he shouldn't have called me that."
"Then you would prefer to hear another news." At this time, probably to lighten the atmosphere, Charles actually joked with him, "He shouldn't be so familiar with me now, and even steal my wine spontaneously— —The first time I met him and wanted to make friends with him, he told me to get lost, and the second time I saw him, he also called him — Oh no, I shouldn’t say that in front of you. Words."
It doesn't matter. Harry thought nonchalantly. It's like no one in school has ever said "shit", "fuck off", or something starting with F.
"Why did he come to you?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you may not believe it when you tell me," Charles' expression became less gentle when he said this. "He came to me and told me that he came from the future - and hoped that I would start from now on to save the future. , if Erik is imprisoned in the Pentagon Building, he must be rescued. He has a candidate who can provide him. Maybe they can persuade Erik to change his mind and embark on the right path - also, he must protect Raven and not let others Taking away her blood would not allow either of them to shoot the president."
"…………ah?"
These words contained so much information and were so confusing that for a moment Harry's head was a mess, unable to figure out the cause and effect.
"—Two days after he told me that, he saw you in this house and noticed something was wrong.
," Charles said helplessly, and spread his hands, "So, he finally realized that he seemed to have gone to the wrong node, and turned to look for other ways to determine where he was."
Harry: "………………"
"You, you," Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his hands to speak sincerely, "I don't quite understand - this doesn't seem to be the same as what Logan told us."
Where did the Sentinel robot part go? ?
"You don't have to understand, even I didn't understand it at the beginning," Charles actually nodded, hastily covering up the topic, "In other words, I was trying various alcohols at the time and drank myself into a coma. After hearing this, I just want to say to Logan, go away, and then continue to return to my personal world and continue drinking - I am really glad that you are not the child I gave birth to with someone else, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life."
Harry could only twitch at the corner of his mouth at this statement.
Research results show that crazy and long-term alcohol intake is not good for the human body, but it is even worse for children to have such parents. What Charles means is that if he is Charles' biological son born after this year, then according to Charles's way of drinking, he is likely to have some decline in IQ after birth.
"This joke is not funny." Harry wanted to press the corners of his mouth to stop it from twitching. "Drinking is not good. You must never drink like this again."
He could understand the mood of people who drank to relieve their sorrows, but that didn't mean he could see his father ruining his body by relying on alcohol.
"I won't do it anymore," Charles promised almost immediately after hearing Harry's request. "I promise you, as a future father, this behavior will never happen again."
These words caused the corners of Harry's mouth to change from twitching to a steady upturn.
"In short, our Logan comes from the future," Charles concluded. "You don't have to pay attention to his affairs. If there is really a problem, I will deal with it. He can't disturb you. His contribution counts. Because his arrival gave me some guesses."
"Guess?" Harry was confused, "Is it so certain just a guess? Didn't Logan say anything?"
He didn't think his father was such an "imaginative" person. Because Charles has always felt that guessing what someone is like, whether good or bad, will cause harm to others.
"Logan is useless," Charles said simply. "He didn't want to tell me more than that you were someone very close to me, and I didn't want to rely on him to reveal the answer. But there's something about you that's too obvious."
"For example?" When Harry asked, he unexpectedly found himself nervous and excited at the same time, as if he was playing a long-lost guessing or detective game with his father.
"You have deep feelings for Sean and Hank, and you also know Alex," Charles said pointedly. "You also have normal compassion for Angel and the Red Devil, but your feelings for them are completely different from your feelings for Sean. You know them and think of me as a safe and secure place, you know this house as if you were its second owner, you never get lost or find something here, you live here Everything is very natural. You once asked Hank for some physics advice, and he showed me your notes, hoping that I would like you and cheer up - he didn't know that I really liked you - and your handwriting She is very similar to me, just like Raven. She also learned to write from me, and her handwriting is very similar to mine. Moreover, I have observed that when you organize my bookcases, your habit of arranging them is exactly the same as mine. You seem to have We have lived for a long time, but we have never seen you, and we have not even recruited such young children to come here in the past few years."
Harry couldn't deny it. He really didn't raise his guard much at first, because the people in the house accepted him easily, as if he had always been a part of the place.
"Normal children, when they see an alcoholic for the first time, will always be a little scared, or curious, or
Or something... But you are different, you don't think I will hurt you, your expression tells me that you only think about how I drank myself like this, you are worried," said Charles, patting himself With his thighs, he held the boy in his arms. He leaned against the child's warm chest, absorbing the warmth, and murmured, "I don't know how to describe that feeling, but whenever you look at me, that look in your eyes makes you I don’t want to leave even one step... I like this feeling."
Your eyes tell me you love me. That's what Charles didn't say.
"Of course I don't want to leave." Harry gritted his teeth to hold back his boiling emotions. There seemed to be a lump in his throat, and he complained with difficulty, "Seeing you like this, if I leave, I will lose sleep... if If you live well, I can turn around and leave."
"Then I would rather live a bad life -" Charles gasped, "-no, I wanted you to leave at first. I wanted you to go to a better place. But then you were willing to stay, and I was very happy too. Happy. Yes, I didn’t say it, but I am indeed happy.”
The words made Harry shake his head.
Where could there be a better place than being with your own father?
"When I talked to your cousin, I wasn't really sure yet, because there was a high possibility that you were my student," Charles said, "and his reaction told me that my guess was right. . Before testing, I thought, it’s okay, even if you are someone else...for example, a student, a good friend, or even a nephew with a very small chance, then I can still say that you are "mine" "Child", as long as I really think so, it is not a lie. "
Harry's eyes widened - is this okay?
"Okay," Charles smiled again, "Actually, there is another clue - did you know that you call daddy when you dream?"
"But is this related to..." Harry said thoughtfully, "Is this related?"
"It may be narcissistic to say this now, but you are so good to me. Anyone can see that you respect me, rely on me, and even love me," Charles said. "I can't imagine you having another person that you can't forget." dad". "
"Well, but this is illogical. Look, later on, when you saw my real face, wouldn't you think that I..." Did I deliberately deceive you? Harry looked at Charles and swallowed the last half of his words.
"Sometimes you have to admit, feeling is more sensitive than logic," Charles said calmly, "Some feelings cannot be explained - for example, even if Raven is mixed in with eight strong men, I can still identify her by looking at her. She Her transformation was perfect, and I didn’t read their brains, let alone see through her disguise. Can you say that this identification is scientific and logical?”
Harry gave in.
"This is amazing," he said with a wry smile.
He is not Charles's biological son, so there is no substantial evidence, and the whole matter should not have been connected so quickly.
"You don't understand how I felt at that moment of confirmation," Charles said. "I never thought that I would be able to have a child. I looked at you lying on the bed and my mind was all confused, but I also really I didn’t think too much about it - I just thought that if I could really have a child in the future, a child who would grow up healthy, carefree, innocent and kind wrapped in love, I would be willing to pay any price in exchange for this future. .”
I thought my life would never recover from this, and end in a haphazard manner, Charles thought as he sat beside Harry's bed.
And suddenly, another possibility appeared in his life, indirectly telling him what a good future he might have -
——For no other reason than for this child, he is willing to try to cheer up.
…………
"No matter where you are as a guest, I advise you to leave immediately and do not stay. Otherwise, even the dementors of Azkaban may mourn your sad future."
When the man in the portrait reminded him like this, the man in a black cloak was touching the portrait on the wall, his finger
The tip is still just a little short of touching the blurry face of the person in the painting, and the wand is ready.
"It turns out that the Dark Duke prepared a "living" guard for his secret little room. "The man under the cloak couldn't see his face clearly, but he turned his head slightly and said to Abraxas in the same cold and contemptuous tone, "Forgive me for being so ignorant, I didn't know you were here, Mr. Malfoy... I'm also very curious. , as a portrait, you can actually see me. I am really amazed by what the Dark Duke did by letting his old friend guard a faceless portrait."
"This is really a strange thing. It sounds like you actually know me." The former head of the Malfoy family, who has long since been buried, but whose portrait is young, said, "This puzzles me. Ah, let me call you this, Mr. "Black Cloak" , if you know me like this, then you should have heard the anecdotes of my generation - you should know how miserable your end will be if you covet the owner's belongings. As for why I can see you, it's because I exist to protect this portrait. You'd better not treat me as a human being. Mr. Black Cloak, I am a magic object. Although I can't see your face clearly, But I know you have plans for what I protect. "
If I were worried about this, I wouldn't be here. Black Cloak sneered, but didn't answer the portrait - that was stupid.
He touched the portrait, and after discovering that it was attached with a powerful binding spell, he did not hesitate and drew out his wand. A blue spark emerged from the tip of his wand and flickered several times. The next moment, they turned into a wave of fire, surging towards the wall!
The next moment the black cloak finished doing this, he felt something, turned around quickly, wrapped the cloak tightly, and pulled out a shining golden chain from his neck, but the dark pattern that seemed to be decoration flashed on the wall. Then, the vines came to life and wrapped around his hands and feet enthusiastically. As for those blue flames, they seemed to be separated by a layer of glass the first second they touched the portrait, unable to burn even a tiny bit of the portrait.
"It seems that I finally have a guest - unfortunately you are not the guest I wanted."
There was a sound of clapping in the room, and then, a handsome man with a pair of scarlet eyes appeared out of thin air. There was no doubt that this was the owner of the manor, Riddle. And when Riddle looked at the uninvited guest in black cloak through a pair of glasses with strangely colored lenses, anyone could detect the deep disappointment on his handsome face.
As a caught infiltrator, Black Cloak was not afraid, but just tightened his grip on his wand - and Riddle put away his wand with a disarming spell.
"So this painting was hung here on purpose." He judged calmly, "To lure people into taking the bait."
"Of course, otherwise why would I hang up my collection for people to see?" Riddle said matter-of-factly, "And even so, I'm not willing to hang it in the lobby on the first floor for people to admire... This is After he disappeared, it was the only portrait I had left, and it would make me very unhappy to have more people guess what he looked like."
"Him?" Black Cloak said, looking at the portrait, "I didn't expect that the Duke of Darkness would also have people who didn't want to share. I thought anyone was just expendable to you."
"Of course," Riddle said softly and tapped his glasses, "otherwise why would I put in so much effort? Do you know how much such a pair of glasses that can see through the invisibility spell is worth to the goblins?"
The black cloak sneered.
"Precious bait is used to catch precious fish. I sincerely hope that even if you are not the one I want, you must be worth a good price, sir." Riddle said softly, walking closer, "Who sent you Come here? This painting is really important to "you"? What does it mean? "
Blackcloak said nothing.
"Then let me put it another way." Riddle understood that the other party did not want to cooperate, but he was not angry. He drew out his wand and used huge magic power to activate the spell, quickly extinguishing the fire that was a little distance away from the portrait. "This painting Where did the people in the portrait go?"
"How can this be a question I can answer, my Lord (MyLord)," Black Cloak sneered this time, sarcastically, "I don't even know who he is.
, and you didn't even draw his face. "
This sentence made Riddle silent for a moment. After that, he suddenly raised his hand and put the wand against the neck of the black cloak.
"If I hadn't wanted to see what value you still have, you would already be in the dungeon of the manor." Riddle's tone suddenly changed, as cold as the cold wind in the north, and his scarlet eyes tightened Staring at the black cloak, all the decent and vague smiles disappeared, ""Not even a face drawn"? Why don't you try what happened to this painting? "
Riddle grabbed the black cloak, pressed him in front of the portrait, and sneered: "At the beginning, this painting was still a clear portrait, extremely clear. But starting from one day, the painting began to blur like moisture, and then, Its eyes will lose color and brightness, and its face will lose its proper color. And every day, I can see that it is a little lighter than yesterday... In the end, the person in the painting has lost its face! His facial features Everything has disappeared, and the outline of the face is as flat as paper - do you know what that feels like?"
His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it almost became a Parseltongue hiss, which was as harsh and obvious as breathing in this small room, and was full of murderous intent.
"That's too much, my respected guest," Riddle said. The wand placed on the head of the black cloak flashed some dangerous red light at the tip. He spoke slowly again at this moment, but his tone was extremely dangerous, "Even if we are in the wizard's The world has magic power and loves to create miracles. This approach is too much and too hurtful. What kind of person would not allow even a photo or a portrait of his ward to stay? And who else would Stealing the master’s memory without his permission?”
"Then it depends on who is in the painting, my Lord," Black Cloak always said the word "My Lord" with sarcasm, "Obviously your collection has violated a taboo."
Riddle kicked him to the ground, grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall.
"What taboo?" Riddle said softly but urgently, "Is it related to his disappearance? Who are you working for?"
Blackcloak said nothing.
"I've seen a lot of tough people," Riddle said, with grace in his words and intonation, as if a scholar was making his argument rather than stating a terrible thing, "and they fell on their knees before me, begging me. I am not even angry when I give them death - you must be careful about the choices you make, my guest."
At this time, the portrait on the side said: "Why don't you directly read his memory?"
"There must be some kind of contract with him," Riddle said coldly, "For example, the Red Loyalty Curse. I also caught a person trying to steal the portrait three years ago, but even if I reduced him to ashes, I couldn't get rid of him. What's going on in his head?"
"Tell me," he slowly slid his wand from the black cloak's head to his spine. The movement seemed frivolous but was actually dangerous. "What do you know about this painting? Who do you work for?"
The black cloak sneered: "I thought the great Duke of Darkness knew everything and was omnipotent."
Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wand turned into a sharp blade and plunged into the spine of the black cloak. He stirred, enjoying the sight of the blood flowing out, and turned the wand back.
"Crio."
Riddle read calmly.
Black Cloak almost immediately twitched on the ground - his wound was squeezed violently, and more blood gushed out. They spread across the gorgeous carpet, each hoarse whimper signaling more blood being poured out.
"A little gift," Riddle said sweetly, "I hope you like it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the vines on the black cloak suddenly ignited with blue flames! They were different from those sprayed out from his wand, licking every place that could be touched with open teeth and claws; and the black cloak was no longer dull and twitching before, he stood up like a normal person, and whispered the words in his mouth What, the surroundings trembled.
The next second, all the furniture in this room was magically
The curse exploded to pieces at the same time!
