Xiao Ao, V Big ...... Do you two dare to be sweeter?

My teeth...... It's all sweet and it hurts OTZ

So those children's shoes who are clamoring for V to make an appearance, you should be satisfied, right?

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Wand 6 (upright): Progression.

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Hogwarts Slytherin dormitory

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When a person encounters something that he does not understand, in addition to digging into the horns, there is actually another relatively simpler solution - that is, not to think about it.

But for Opal, there was an absolute premise for the things that made her stop thinking about them—that is, the person who kept her from thinking about it was Riddle.

For example, at this moment, although because of the memory of "Situ Lingran", he knew that in a sense, he was absolutely and absolutely eaten tender tofu by Riddle, but seeing the calm expression on Riddle's face at the moment, which obviously regarded the act of feeding her sugar just now as a trivial matter, Opal simply decided to give up and continue to abuse his poor brain cells. (Tianyin: That's why I said that Xiao Ao Nai can have a little less sense of crisis when he is big against V, hey?) ）

After tilting his head, Opal spontaneously adjusted his posture and moved towards a more comfortable position in Riddle's arms, deciding to ask the question he had been wondering about all this time.

[Riddle, do you know Voldemort?] ]

"Voldemort?"

Raised at Opal's question, Riddle leaned back comfortably in his chair and waited for the next answer, "Why do you think of asking me this question?" ”

Speaking of which, he didn't deliberately hide what his silent girl had to say about Voldemort, but likewise, Riddle didn't think that Opal would be interested in "Voldemort" for the purposes of his current education - after all, Voldemort was in a sense "dark magic", and some of the more interesting but not dangerous dark arts would not be allowed to be taught until at least the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the third grade.

The name "Lord Voldemort" is mentioned...... His Silent Girl has already begun to study the dark magic on her own? And you've already learned from the third grade or above?

[Because I know this name from some sources, I am a little concerned.] ]

Opal briefly explained the origin of the name "Voldemort", and after talking about his inquiries in the library, he looked back at Riddle, obviously waiting for his statement.

Unexpectedly, his silent girl Ju was able to understand the connection of "Voldemort", and he dared to call him by his name in Slytherin House, and he was not timid at all.

Very good.

However, the definition he had given to his Silent Girl was to stand at the top of the Death Eaters, and if he didn't even have the guts to call him by his name, his education would have failed—he wouldn't accept that.

"So you want to know about him?"

Although it is a question sentence, it uses the tone of an imperative sentence.

[Hmm.] ]

As soon as he mentioned this, Opal couldn't help but wrinkle his little face, looking resentful for a long time, [Recently, the Forbidden Forest has not been peaceful at all. Headmaster Dumbledore said it was because Voldemort's Death Eaters had infiltrated and were playing tricks inside. If it was something else, it would have been fine, but because of such a fuss, Opal would not be able to go back to see his friends at night. ]

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we last met to see Fei Lengcui and Ronan...... They were sleeping during the day when they didn't go to class because they had to work night shifts, and she didn't want to wake them up.

Forbidden Forest?

Riddle frowned slightly.

He remembered entering Opal's hut at the Centaur Clan Residency through the Portkey in the Secret Realm of the Lake, and felt a familiar remnant there.

If it looks like this, maybe it's a small part of his dark power, and maybe it's back somehow.

"I'll tell you, or Opal will find out on his own."

Half-cocked his chin, Riddle said lightly, "Which one do you choose?" ”

But no matter which one Opal chosen, Riddle was convinced that for his Silent Girl, it was nothing more than that level of power - not a problem at all.

Because she is his silent girl, the heir of his choice.

[Let Opal choose for himself?] ]

The little face was bulging into buns, but Opal's blood-red eyes began to shine with interest.

Just by looking at it, he could probably guess what she would choose.

[I'd love to hear Riddle say ...... though]

Sure enough, with almost no hesitation, Riddle heard Opaldo, [though it seems more interesting to look it up yourself.] Well, when Opal finds out, Riddle will tell Opal that it's not right, okay? ]

And Riddle just touched her hair, which was an affirmation of her choice.

When encountering problems, you don't blindly rely on others but choose to think for yourself, which is very independent.

"How do you think of me?"

Riddle then shifted the conversation in a different direction.

He had never doubted the power of his spells, but Opal always had changes that he didn't expect.

So, it's better to ask.

[It's Mirror.of.Erised.] ]

As if he knew what Riddle wanted to ask, Opal almost replied immediately, [though he didn't know it was the mirror at first, but Opal was sure after recalling it.] Because there's only one side of the mirror with that effect that has been circulating outside - well, that's what Opal saw in an abandoned room. ]

As he said this, the expression on Opal's face changed from abrupt to happy and determined.

Then, the tiny body was limp into his arms, and he told Riddle what he saw in the mirror.

[Riddle is the person Opal wants to see most and most important, even if he doesn't remember.] ]

This is the conclusion she uses as a closing remark.

There was a bright smile on his childish face, and he seemed to be sincerely happy because of this conclusion.

The sincere joy that can be felt just by looking at it, and the overly determined rhetoric, made Riddle slightly stunned, and felt that deep inside, there seemed to be some hard part of it shattering, revealing its soft side.

The blue eyes flashed softer than ever before, reflecting the figure of the elated young girl, Riddle's fingers inserting into the silky silver hair, caressing it again and again.

"I know."

A faint sound, not an affirmation, just a statement of a simple matter.

After answering this, Riddle leaned slightly, his lips falling gently to Opal's forehead, gentle and doting.

[By the way, where did Riddle go on his trip?] ]

The sugar in his mouth melted for the first time without knowing the taste and was swallowed by Opal, lying in Riddle's arms, and Opal, who had not traveled far before, asked with a curious glint in his eyes.

"Opal wants to know?"

Riddle's eyes fell out of the window, and his mind traveled through the virtual magical night scene outside to the great forests of South Africa, ancient Greek temples, pyramids in Egypt, the Forbidden City in China, Mount Fuji in Japan, and Las Vegas, a casino city without darkness......

[Nor is it.] ]

Opal shook his head, then puffed out his mouth, [just trying to hear Riddle.] ]

The memory of the outside world is enough for her to retreat, and the memory of "Situ Lingran" is also here, at least she still has the knowledge of geography outside.

Opal just wanted to hear Riddle's voice, and she didn't pay much attention to what it was - or rather, it didn't matter what was said between them, as long as he and she were together as they were.

As long as that's it.

She and him, two people, are one world.

Gently touching Opal's hair, Riddle took out his wand, and with a flick of it, the scenery of the places he had visited was perfectly reproduced in the air in the floating magical light.

Looking at Opal, who was staring with interest at those tasteless and soundless images, Riddle's azure eyes narrowed slightly.

These are the sights that he will one day truly appreciate with his Silent Girl.

After his Silent Girl really grew up and had the qualifications to stand at the top as he was.

No broomsticks, no purr powder, no knights, no Aurors, no Death Eaters, no wizards, no Muggles.

In this way, he walked hand in hand with his silent girl across every inch of land, focusing on what she wanted to focus on, and experiencing what she wanted to experience.

After reorganizing the Death Eaters, getting rid of Dumbledore's old bee, and reigning over the wizarding world once again - he won't make the same mistakes as he did more than a decade ago.

Speaking of which, "Voldemort" ...... How long has it been since anyone has called him that?

I've almost forgotten that title.

But in fact, Riddle has to admit that the feeling of being "Riddle" is actually not bad.

Especially when his silent girl called out to him like that.

Because he knew that his silent girl was pure and serious about his feelings—simply because he was "Riddle" and no one else.

Vivien had scoffed at it when the witch told him, but now it seemed that perhaps he would have been grateful to her, for if it hadn't been for her insistence, perhaps he would have missed out on his silent girl.

At least, because of his silent girl, he wanted to try to believe something.

Speaking of which, the name "Dark Lord" was nothing more than the name given to him by his servant and his enemy, the Hard Crown, and he himself had never been unfamiliar with it.

But......

Slightly curled at the corners of his lips, Riddle admitted that he might have been infected by the witch after all - it seemed like a very good idea to train his silent girl to be the next Dark Lord.

The son of Gaia, favored by nature, reigns over the Dark Lord of the entire wizarding world...... I'm afraid that even Dumbledore's old bee will have a headache if such a combination is encountered, right?

Especially since his Silent Girl graduated from Hogwarts.

Just thinking about it, I think it's a really wonderful thing to feel.

As for Opal's thoughts, Riddle felt that he didn't need to think about it at all, because he had already known her personality and how she would react since he was a child.

His silent girl never disobeys him - as long as it is what "he" needs.

The changing magical image finally turned into a night sky with sparkling stars, and then spread throughout the room, engulfing everything, leaving only Riddle leaning on the chaise longue and Opal in his arms.

[So pretty......]

Nestled in Riddle's arms, Opal looked around with wide eyes, trying to make out the familiar nebula's tracks, [I could see a lot of familiar constellations.] ]

"If you like it, it's fine."

Riddle was noncommittal, just looking at the slightly excited look of the girl in his arms, and the blue eyes carried a gentle pampering that even he hadn't noticed.

Only for him, his silent girl......

How long can your unreserved trust and sheer spontaneity exist in this complex world?

[I.saw.Eternity.the.other.night,] -- that night I saw eternity,

As he gazed at the slowly turning nebula in front of him, Opal slowly closed his eyes, relaxed and leaned into Riddle's arms, hugging one of his arms as before.

An inaudible murmur rang out, and Riddle recognized it as a poem.

[Like.a.greatest.ring.pure.and.endless.light,] -- like a pure and unblemished aura,

[All.calm,as.it.was.bright;] -- it was so bright and silent;

[And.round.beneath.it,Time.in.hours,days,years,] -- day after day, year after year.

[Driv’n.by.the.spheres，Like.a.vast.shadow.mov’d。 They move from time to time, frolicking and chasing each other.

[In.which.the.world,] - everything in the world,

[And.all.her.train.were.hurl’d.] -- Reduced to dust in its trajectory.

Riddle also had the impression that it was a short poem from a Muggle poetry book that Vivien had taken from Vivien, and the name seemed to be called "The.World", but Riddle didn't pay attention to who the author was. (Celestial Voice: This is the work of Berlant Russell.) ）

Holding Opal quietly, Riddle didn't make a sound, just quietly stared with her at the magically conjured starry sky in front of him.

[You.are.the.world。 (Amane: You are my world.) ）

Opal's voice murmured low, slight but as firm as ever.

Lowering his head, he found that the girl in his arms had fallen asleep at the moment, and her peaceful sleeping face seemed to be far away from the invasion of past nightmares, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

Good dreams, his silent girl.

Staring into Opal's azure eyes, which were now softer than the clear sky, he didn't withdraw his magic, but just hugged his silent girl, Riddle sat quietly in the star-studded night sky.

Me and you.

Two people.

It's a world.