V Danai twisted it and said directly, aren't you jealous? I'm really complaining about you OTZ

Don't be busy throwing bricks in response to Fred's show-stealing problem, Xiao Ao is also a sesame bag, and he will definitely not be misunderstood all the time, I just need an opportunity for Opal to get in touch with the Gryffindor members

Looking at the sky

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Sword 2 (reversed): Distorted facts.

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Hogwarts Medical Wing

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This is probably the first reunion between Riddle and Opal since their separation - but unfortunately one of them is in an abnormal coma.

The Medical Wing is located on the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle, and although there are direct teleportation routes from all floors, it is generally in a relatively quiet location.

I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, except for the classmate who broke his hand in flight class during this time, there are no other injured people in the medical wing. Therefore, the medical wing, which was already very quiet, was even quieter in the assassins who belonged to the night.

Familiar with the medical wing, Riddle's brow locked when he quietly entered the hospital room that Nagini had told him before.

Because of the care of Opal's special "white child" physique, only the corners of the entire ward are lit with white magical cold light, so that the outline of the furnishings in the entire ward will not affect his movement and will not cause further stimulation to Opal's body.

At this moment, Opal was lying on the white hospital bed with the same frown.

Although it seems that because of the robe, the only sunburned part is the face and hands, but the exposed skin is covered with a layer of light to transparent, exuding a magical ointment, through which you can clearly see the skin underneath, showing a very abnormal red - that is the color of the sunburned skin.

Opal herself was in a deep sleep due to the effect of the potion, but it was precisely because of her unconsciousness at the moment that her whole person was exuding a very faint fluctuation of magical power - a mixture of helplessness, fear, uneasiness, and strong self-composure for help.

Naturally, Riddle is no stranger to this situation.

Because Opal is the "son of Gaia", her vocal cords have congenital defects, and it seems that to make up for it, she has the talent to use "teleportation".

The so-called telekinesis is to invade the recipient's auditory nerve through the release of magic power, and then simulate the amplitude of the sound so that others can "hear" the sound. Unlike the "Legilimens", which invade the brain's mind, the sound produced by the telepathy can be heard even by those who have learned "Brain Occlumency".

But further, since telekinesis can easily invade the auditory nerve, it is not entirely impossible to further intrude into the brain's mind - but perhaps because of the personality of the owner of the telepathy, which they have never thought of.

And the reason Riddle is sure of this is that he has experienced Opal's magical riot.

The emotions radiated by the Magical Riot are more offensive than those of the "Celestial Thoughts", but they are not intended to be malicious and unguarded.

Relatively speaking, that situation is a kind of simultaneous rendering that is close to spiritual synopsy, and if one is not careful, he will be drawn into it and his judgment will be affected.

And the current situation seems to be due to the weakening of Opal's own consciousness, so she relaxed the adjustment of the "mind transmission technique", resulting in this situation - fortunately, the magic power in her body is not much at the moment, otherwise she will definitely use herself as a starting point to cause a large area of "spiritual pollution".

The long white hair was now scattered on the pillow, losing the usual feeling of light circulating in it, and it looked lifeless and pale.

It seems that because of physical discomfort, the delicate curved eyebrows are locked even in sleep, and the lips that have lost their blood color are also subconsciously pursed, which can be seen...... Even in the depths of his sleep, Opal did not get the peace he deserved.

His silent girl was lying in a hospital bed at the moment, looking no better than a boiled lobster.

Riddle's displeasure reaffirmed this realization.

It's not the worst of all, but it's also troublesome—not just about Opal's condition, but also about Riddle's mood at the moment.

Walking to Opal's bedside, Riddle bent down slightly and was about to check Opal's condition, when the faint magic fluctuations emanating from Opal's body jumped suddenly, and then opened his eyes as if in response to this sudden change.

She's awake?

When Riddle was about to speak, he realized that although Opal's eyes were open at the moment, the pigeon's blood-red eyes were unfocused, and nothing could be reflected.

[……]

Sharp pain pierced into the cranial nerves, and at the same moment Opal's body began to spasm.

This is...... Allergic spasms caused by the emptiness of mana?

After rubbing his temples and strengthening his "Occlumency" to counteract the mental pollution, Riddle remembered that his servant seemed to have had this phenomenon when he was unconscious after he had been subjected to Crucio for his bad work.

After that...... Damn, what happened to that guy after that?

It seems to be ...... He's dead?

The vague memories that were too long ago made Riddle's heart twitch unconsciously.

Death?

How could he allow, how could he allow this kind of thing to happen to his silent girl!

His silent girl is something that belongs to him, how can she die without his permission! (Tianyin: V Da Nai is arrogant ==||.) ）

If it's a spasm caused by the emptiness of mana......

Without hesitation, Riddle stretched out his hands, one hand pressed Opal, who was convulsing and curled up with spasms, into his arms, and the other hand pressed against her heart, slowly injecting his magic into her body.

The cognate mana was completely absorbed without the need for transformation, and Opal's twitching body gradually relaxed as the mana was replenished, and he curled up quietly in Riddle's arms and stopped moving—just as he had been awakened from a nightmare and leaned on him to sleep.

[……]

A faint voice rang out, but the content was muffled, as if it were just an unconscious murmur.

However, the pigeon's blood-red eyes that opened slowly closed again, and the originally tightly knit brows gradually relaxed, revealing a serene look.

She was fine, and was sleeping peacefully in his arms at the moment, instinctively relying on him wholeheartedly, even if she had no memory.

Looking at Opal's sleeping face at the moment, Riddle felt as if a feather had scratched the softest part of his heart, and the faint itch made him unconsciously tighten his hands.

Then, all of a sudden, it just felt a little funny.

Who is he?

He was Voldemort who most of the wizarding world didn't even dare to mention by name, he was cold-blooded, cruel, contemptuous of Muggles, and treated human life like a mustard. His enemies hate him, his servants fear him, and the neutrals fear him......

This is probably the first time that magic has been used, but it is not to kill, but to save people.

If this kind of thing is said to be out, it will probably shock the jaws of a group of people, right?

But......

The blue eyes that reflected the peaceful sleeping face of the girl in her arms blinked, and the original cold finally turned into calm, and even brought a trace of warmth.

If the subject is his silent girl, it doesn't feel bad.

Belongs to him, the only silent girl.

{Your Excellency!} }

As Riddle leaned against the head of the bed, hugging Opal and running her long, silky hair, Nagini climbed in and hissed, {A Gryffindor student is coming.} }

Gryffindor? Those hairy lions who are stupid and can only act recklessly?

Subconsciously frowned, but Riddle, who knew that it was not appropriate to do much at the moment, could only choose to suppress the disgust that was close to a reflex: {Got it.} }

{Well master.} }

Pressed against the ground, relieved to feel that her master was in a better mood at the moment, Nagini was still nervous, {Do you need to tell Miss Opal?} }

{Not necessarily.} }

It was just an accident, and he wasn't happy with his Silent Girl's performance of being so easily tricked. Plus he still has quite a lot to deal with now, so he's not prepared to lift the Oblivion Spell that he put on Opal before, {You'd better not do anything superfluous for me, you know?} }

{Yes!} }

Glancing at Nagini, his fingers unconsciously running over the delicate ear buckle on Opal's left ear, Riddle's eyes darkened, and he spoke again according to his thoughts: {But let Opal not go out on vacation, you know?} }

Although I don't like the fact that his silent girl has other people's things in him at all, but forget it...... For the sake of the witch, this thing was given by the witch, and it is very important.

There is no habit of Halloween in the East, so sure enough...... It's Christmas when you can have free time, right?

{Yes!} }

Watching Riddle, who didn't know what he was thinking, reseat Opal on the bed and leave the room, Nagini hissed twice and didn't know what he was muttering, then shrunk back into the corner of Opal's bed.

==================I'm the dividing line ================== switch roles

Hogwarts Medical Wing

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Opal felt as if he was trapped in a furnace, scorched by the flames.

My face and hands are uncomfortable.

It's hot...... It hurts...... It's so uncomfortable......

Vaguely thinking, Opal struggled to brace her consciousness - it was an instinctive reaction, and she always felt as if if she couldn't hold on, it would be over.

But...... It hurts, it really hurts......

…… Hurt......

His whole body ached like a fire.

…… Uncomfortable...... It's so uncomfortable......

…… Help me...... Who's going to help me...... It's so uncomfortable......

Who's ...... Can you help her...... It's really uncomfortable!

She wanted to get out of this uncomfortable place, but she couldn't break free no matter what. She felt like a fish that had inadvertently jumped ashore, drying up and dying in the scorching summer afternoon sun.

For the first time, Opal realized that he hated the sun so much.

In the haze of consciousness, it seemed that someone had taken her into her arms, something spread from her heart to her whole body, and then there was a darkness and coolness that calmed her.

It was a very familiar and reassuring feeling for her, familiar and reassuring...... It makes her want to cry.

So familiar...... This made her breathe of relief inexplicably.

Who is it?

This kind of breath that makes her feel familiar from the bottom of her heart and can be relied on in a new way...... Who is it?

Opal tried to open his eyes, but his body was completely uncontrollable, and his consciousness struggled in a half-conscious, half-conscious state.

The breath made her feel as if she was in the starry sky of a summer night, although it was dark, but there was a little bit of light, which made her extremely peaceful and reassuring.

Then, she felt herself leave the embrace, and the breath faded away.

Are you leaving?

No!

[……]

Eventually, consciousness was able to regain control of his body, and Opal struggled to open his eyes, [who......]

“！”

A figure standing beside the bed seemed startled, and then almost immediately turned to leave.

[Wait!] ]

He tried to get up from the bed, but he fell straight from the side of the bed because his body was not fully controlled.

"Beware!"

Almost immediately, the figure who wanted to leave quickly folded back, using himself as a cushion to catch Opal as he fell from the bed.

"Boom!"

"Hiss......"

"Hmm......"

The sound of two people gasping for air then rang out.

[Are you ......]

Half-lying on the man's body, Opal, who gasped in discomfort because of the stiffness of the muscles of his body, looked curiously at the boy below him—with very beautiful short blond-red hair, dark brown eyes, not handsome or handsome, but very cheerful and sunny at first glance—and at the moment he was rubbing the back of his head from the bedside table, muttering softly.

It seems and familiar looks.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she spoke, [Are you...... The twins from Gryffindor House? ]

"Uh, yes."

The boy grunted and sat up, taking advantage of Biopar's age, carefully putting her back on the bed for her to lie down, "I'm Fur...... I'm George. ”

Opal tilted his head in confusion, intuitively that this should not be appropriate for his name.

As soon as she opened her eyes, he was beside her bedside, could it be that the person who had been with her all along...... Is that the person?

But...... It feels like ...... That's not right......

[You...... Have you stayed here all the time? ]

The boy grabbed his hair and smiled a little awkwardly, "Yes, I'm here to apologize...... Madam Pomfrey isn't sure when you'll wake up, though. ”

It took a lot of effort for him to escape from the guard's portrait.

Apologize?

Opal was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was referring to the water splashing incident in the hallway, and then couldn't help but smile: [I'm fine now, don't worry. ]

Will come out of his way to apologize for this kind of thing, and the object is still a hostile Slytherin student...... Should I say that this behavior is very Gryffindor's behavior?

In terms of daring, he's pretty good.