radicalducati Chapter 307 Return to Hogwarts
Chapter 307 Return to Hogwarts
As the silver comb brushed through the tangled strands of hair, the reflection in the mirror still bore traces of last night—a dark red hickey on the collarbone was barely concealed by the turtleneck sweater, and dried scabs on the knuckles gleamed eerily in the morning light.
I tucked my wand into my waistband and took out Riddle's old Slytherin robe from his wardrobe; it fit me perfectly.
As he turned around, he bumped into Riddle, who was leaning against the door frame.
"You made this breakfast really quickly." I just took a shower and tidied myself up, and Riddle was back so fast.
His dark eyes swept over the side of my neck, which I was trying to hide, and a dangerous smile curved his lips: "I'm afraid you're hungry."
The slender fingers brushed behind my ear, the lingering black magic at their tips seeping into my veins through my skin. "You came all this way, and now you're leaving me so soon."
“Heh, the next time you come to Hogwarts to find me, it will be the last year left. Aren’t you going to wait?” I followed Riddle downstairs.
“Ayers, if it weren’t for your dislike, I would want to keep you locked up by my side.” Riddle turned around and looked at me with burning eyes.
I didn't answer him, I just smiled at him.
The moment you step into the restaurant, the aroma of toasted bread mingles with the fragrance of floral tea.
The Death Eaters' whispers ceased abruptly, and even the clinking of their silver knives and forks became cautious.
Riddle placed his hand on my lower back, his black robe sweeping across the carved table, crushing the awe and fear in the eyes of the crowd beneath his feet.
Bellatrix's fingernails pierced her palms, and blood stained her black gemstone ring. She stared intently at the lingering teeth marks on my neck, letting out a low, beast-like hiss.
Lucius twirled his bone china teacup, his cold, gray gaze shifting between the bite mark faintly visible beneath my cloak and the bruise on Riddle's lips, his elegant smile concealing a viper-like probing.
"Didn't you say you were going to cook for me?" I picked up the gilded teacup, the aroma of rose tea mixed with the lingering smell of blood from last night wafting onto my tongue.
The rim of the glass reflected the corners of Riddle's lips as he casually pulled off a napkin and tied it to my lap, his gesture as intimate as if he were taming his prey.
A silver spoon formed by black magic automatically pushed the fried egg in front of me, the flowing egg liquid drawing a strange pattern on the porcelain plate.
“I made this myself.” Riddle’s wand lifted my chin, and as his fingertips brushed the tea stains from the corner of my mouth, the lingering dark magic burned my skin with tiny stings.
Dozens of bone butterflies suddenly descended from the dome of the banquet hall, their flapping wings scattering the morning light into tiny shadows.
Bellatrix jumped to her feet, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound: "Master, Potter and the others—"
"Shut up." Riddle didn't even look up as the bone butterfly instantly pierced Bella's shoulder, causing her to stumble and fall back into her seat.
Lucius slowly poured the sugar cube into the black tea, and our intertwined figures were reflected in the ripples.
I bit into the fried egg, and the golden egg yolk mixed with the spiciness of black pepper was a truly peculiar way to eat it, without any soul-satisfying sauce—soy sauce.
“The tea’s gone cold.” Riddle snapped his fingers, and blue flames suddenly shot up from the fireplace, raising the temperature of the entire restaurant.
"After you finish breakfast, I'll take you back to Hogwarts." He smiled and licked the tea stains off my lips, the aroma of floral tea exploding in our intertwined breaths. "I'll make sure it's delivered before you're late for class."
“I don’t think it’s necessary for you to personally take me. I can go back by myself. If you take me back, Dumbledore will definitely want to chat with me again.” I reached out and took a napkin to wipe Riddle’s mouth.
He suddenly bit my fingertip, and the moment his canine tooth pierced my skin, dark magic seeped into my blood vessels through the wound, causing a tingling tremor within my body.
“Dumbledore’s nagging is nothing compared to what I find interesting about what you do.” Riddle released his mouth, his tongue lightly licking the bleeding wound, the obsession surging in his eyes almost drowning me.
The air in the banquet hall suddenly froze. Bella's fingernails scratched the armrests of her chair with a harsh sound, and Lucius's elegant movements also paused for a moment.
Riddle snapped his fingers, and all the Death Eaters retreated like a tide, the heavy, ornate door slamming shut behind them.
He pinned me down on the dining table, causing silver cutlery to clatter and spill, teacups to overturn, and rose-colored tea to meander across the tablecloth in eerie patterns.
"Want to go back by yourself?" He unbuttoned my collar, his wand picking up a strand of hair and wrapping it around the tip. "You still smell like me. When those fools come near you," he bit my earlobe, his voice low and husky like a viper's hiss, "I can't help but gouge their eyes out."
The chains formed by black magic had somehow wrapped around my wrists, firmly fixing me to the edge of the table.
"You really have a possessive streak." I struggled to get up, but he pressed his wand against my chest: "Don't move."
Riddle ripped open the collar of my clothes, revealing crisscrossing scratches and bite marks on my skin, still tinged with red. "Let me take another good look—" He bent down and took the teeth marks on my collarbone into his mouth, dark magic seeping into the wounds. "What belongs to me."
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from deep within the castle, clearly indicating an urgent matter.
Riddle ignored me, his kiss, full of predation and possession, crushed my last resistance into pieces.
When the knock came, he slowly straightened his clothes and ran his fingertips across my swollen lips: "We'll continue next time."
Floo Powder, formed from dark magic, lit up in his palm. "There's still time. I'll send you back to Hogwarts."
Before I could even speak, Riddle had already grabbed my wrist and appeared inside the fireplace, his dark magic causing Floo Powder to explode around us in a ghostly blue light.
The swirling magic powder, carrying with it the scent of blue roses and blood, distorted the carved beams and painted rafters of the banquet hall into a jagged afterimage.
The fireplace flames suddenly surged, and a burst of deep blue Floo powder, carrying the scent of blue roses, gushed out.
Severus had just inserted the silver cufflinks into his cuff when his movement suddenly froze in mid-air.
He sensed that someone was using the fireplace outside his room, so he immediately went outside.
As soon as I stepped out, I saw Riddle and me. The hem of my morning robe, stained with potion, was still swaying. He was clenching his fist so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, and his dark eyes were fixed on Riddle's hand on my waist.
"Master." Severus knelt on one knee, controlling his emotions.
Riddle casually stroked the still-present black magic burn marks on my wrist, while thorns extending from beneath his black robes quietly wrapped around Severus's throat: "Rise, Severus." His deliberately drawn-out tone carried a hissing sound like a viper's tongue.
Severus stood up and immediately looked in my direction, lowering his gaze to avoid the bite mark on my neck, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty: "I didn't know my master had graced me with his presence. What are your orders?"
The candlelight in the cellar suddenly flickered violently. Riddle used his wand to lift his chin, and silver needles formed from dark magic pierced behind his ear: "Severus, why didn't I see you yesterday?"