HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 95: Meeting Between the Two Parties (Chapters 2 merged into 1)

It was raining outside, and the raindrops were pounding against the window, making a loud pattering sound.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a curtain of water, becoming blurred and indistinct.

I walked into my home, and the room was pitch black with the lights off.

If I hadn't used a 'waterproof and moisture-proof' spell, I would have been soaked to the bone, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"You're back." In the dark house, a pair of eyes with a faint red glow looked in my direction.

"What's wrong? Are you angry? Who's upset my lover?" I took off the black robe I was wearing, tossed my golden hair aside, smiled and looked toward a red light in the darkness, then snapped the light on.

In the brightly lit hall, Tom Riddle sat quietly on the sofa.

He wore a magnificent dark gold robe, resembling a king in the night, exuding an aura of mystery and majesty.

His face was handsome yet cold, his pale skin as smooth as marble, and his black hair was neatly combed back, revealing a broad forehead and deep-set eyes.

His eyes revealed a cold sharpness, as if they could see through everything.

Riddle stood straight and elegant, his long, strong fingers resting lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

His movements were slow and unhurried as he stared at me as I appeared in the doorway.

"Aren't you coming over here?" Riddle crossed his legs and looked at me impatiently.

I walked to the sofa, facing Riddle, and slowly bent down, placing my hands on the back of the sofa.

She hooked her finger under his chin, smiling as she looked at the person in front of her; he was angry and needed to be coaxed.

A flicker of surprise crossed Riddle's eyes, but he didn't look away from me; instead, he seemed to be expecting something.

I moved closer to Riddle, our faces just centimeters apart, and temptingly licked the corner of my lips.

I could feel his rapid breathing and hear his heart pounding.

Seeing Riddle like this filled me with desire; I wanted to kiss him.

Riddle looked at me, his eyes filled with longing, a hint of red in them.

He parted his lips slightly, as if waiting for my kiss. I could no longer control myself and lowered my head to kiss those tempting lips.

His warm hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him.

My body trembled slightly, a tremor of excitement, sensing his passion and desire.

My tongue gently licked his lips, as softly as a feather.

He closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

My lips gradually increased in pressure, gently sucking on his lips.

His lips parted slightly, making sure my tongue could enter. Our tongues intertwined, exploring each other.

His body softened, completely immersed in the kiss.

His hands started to get a little restless, wandering over my body and stroking my back.

I simply straddled his lap and responded to his caresses.

The kiss lasted a very long time, as if time had stopped.

Their hearts were connected at that moment, and they felt each other's love and longing.

Finally, his lips left mine and he began kissing my neck and ears.

Our breathing became rapid, and we made soft panting sounds.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, feeling each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

"Ayers, why aren't you growing up yet?" Riddle felt he was really starting to lose his temper; if this continued, he might have to take him right there and then.

"Hahaha, just wait a little longer, it'll be soon." I smiled and stroked Riddle's black hair.

"Tell me, what happened today? Why were you there?" Once we had all calmed down, Riddle finally asked about what had happened that day.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Weren't you developing your own power? Why did you go to the Potters' house?" After I helped Riddle transform into a vampire, he stopped making Horcruxes. He shouldn't be subject to the prophecy of being tricked by Dumbledore anymore.

“One of my men heard a prophecy somewhere that I would be defeated by a little boy, and I was just curious to see for myself.” Riddle hadn’t originally intended to kill anyone, but who knew what was wrong with these people, they all thought he was a ruthless killer.

"When you hit that woman with your magic, did you feel any discomfort?" I remember Lily seemed to have learned a protective rebound spell. Riddle used the Killing Curse on her back then; did it affect his body?

“It seems like a beam of light bounced back, but it was very faint, I didn’t pay much attention. It seems like it was blocked by the blood bottle you gave me.” Riddle took out the red liquid glass bottle that I had given him.

Actually, I got this bottle back from the system so it could be used to store Riddle's blood. Anything from the system is bound to be top-notch.

"It's good that you're alright. I have some fresh blood here for you to replace it with." I took the bottle off his neck and replaced it with a new one.

As I explored more and more bloodlines, I noticed that my blood was starting to take on a colorful hue, as if it were becoming more and more advanced.

"Have you had any drinks today? Want something new?" I joked, looking at Riddle and showing off my fair neck.

“It doesn’t seem impossible. I’ve never tried drinking your blood like this before.” Riddle brought his head close to my neck, merging with the vampire blood, his two long, sharp canines gently kissing my neck with his lips.

“Okay, you can try biting down.” I tilted my head slightly to the left, exposing my neck so Riddle could try sucking blood from a real person.

I made two "uh" sounds. I was in a little pain, while Riddle was feeling good. He hadn't expected that sucking my blood like this would bring him such a comfortable feeling.

"You can't drink anyone else's blood except mine. If you drink someone else's blood, you'll explode and die, understand?" I stroked his dark red hair.

"You are enough. No one else's blood is allowed in my body." Riddle was still licking my neck after he had finished eating. He didn't even let go of the little bit of blood that had just flowed out of my body. The two holes he bit into healed as soon as his teeth left.

My self-healing ability is quite good; after all, so many bloodline races can heal wounds.

"You're full, but I'm hungry. Do you have any ingredients at home? Make me something to eat." Suddenly, she checked the time and realized it was time for a late-night snack. After eating, she could wash up and go to sleep.

I'll just stay home and sleep in tonight. Tomorrow I'll go find Sirius Black and ask him about Harry. I was in such a rush that I didn't even get a chance to ask Harry anything.

It seems that Riddle's culinary skills were still intact while I was away; he must have cooked quite a few meals at home.

We had a nice late-night snack together and then went to bed.

I had just finished showering and was walking down the hallway in my pajamas when I saw Riddle standing at my door, also in pajamas.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a smile as I dried my hair, looking at Riddle standing in front of my room.

"Can you stop asking questions you already know the answer to?" Riddle was used to my teasing.

"What's wrong? I just want to hear you say it." I like people who say things outright; I can't understand those who are hiding things.

“I want to sleep with you tonight.” Riddle’s ears turned red as he turned away.

"Come on, I love this the most." How could I not capture such an interesting scene? I immediately took out my camera and snapped a picture to preserve this moment.

“Ayers.” Riddle turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound of a camera shutter.

"Come on, let's go inside and sleep." There was no chance for Riddle to react; he grabbed him and dragged him into the room.

I used a bit too much force and pulled Reed onto my bed.

"Goodnight." I have things to do tomorrow, so I can't flirt with Riddle tonight.

"Goodnight." Riddle pulled me into his arms and fell asleep peacefully, his head resting on my arm. He could only sleep so quietly when I was by his side.

We were sleeping very comfortably, unaware that chaos had broken out outside.

In a dark and damp basement, a group of people dressed in black robes sat around a long table.

Their faces were obscured by shadows, making their expressions impossible to discern, but the malevolent aura emanating from them revealed their identities—Death Eaters, Riddle's most loyal followers.

Some black candles were placed in the corner of the room, their flickering light making the whole room even more eerie and terrifying.

At the end of the long table, there was an empty chair, which was Riddle's seat. To the left of the chair sat Lucius Malfoy, and to the right sat Bellatrix Lestrange.

Her eyes were cold and ruthless, and a cruel smile played on her lips.

Severus Snape was also sitting on the other side of Lucius Malfoy.

“Does anyone know where the master is?” Bellatrix Lestrange asked the person across the table.

"How could we possibly know the master's location?" Lucius Malfoy asked rhetorically, and everyone fell silent.

"So what are we going to do now? Just sit here?" Bellatrix Lestrange sat speechlessly in her chair, looking at the person opposite her.

“I think we can leave now. I have a lot of things to take care of. I think I can leave unless my master summons me.” Severus Snape really did have a lot of things to do; Riddle had assigned him many tasks.

"That's settled then, dismissed." Lucius Malfoy didn't want to stay here and work with these colleagues either; wasn't his wife and children at home more appealing?

“Let’s go, I don’t want to stay here either.” Bellatrix Lestrange didn’t want to sit here either, since her idolized master wasn’t here.

One of the Black Party's meetings was dissolved because of Riddell's absence.

Meanwhile, a group of people sat down and chatted with Dumbledore.

In a secret meeting room at Hogwarts, members of the Order of the Phoenix sat around a long table.

Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, his blue eyes gently gazing at everyone through his half-moon spectacles.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this meeting," Dumbledore said in a deep and powerful voice. "We face unprecedented challenges, and the Riddle's power is growing stronger. We must unite and work together to meet them."

James Potter sat to Dumbledore's right, his face bearing a resolute expression.

Whether for his wife Lily Potter or his son Harry Potter, he was determined to be an enemy of Riddle and his ilk.

He has been through too many battles, but his courage and determination have never wavered.

“Professor Dumbledore, we are ready,” James said. “Whatever Riddle’s schemes may be, we will fight them to the bitter end.”

Sirius Black sat to James Porter's left, and Remus Lupin to his right.

“We need more intelligence,” Remus Lupin said. “Riddle’s plans are becoming increasingly complex, and we must understand his every move.”

Sirius Black, who had just been beaten up by James Potter, had a hint of resentment on his face. He already knew that Peter Pediru had betrayed them and gone to Riddle's side.

Sirius Black knew he had wronged James and Lily Potter; it was his own initiative to change the Secret Keeper to Peter Pedirou that prevented the accident from happening to them.

“I will do my best to gather intelligence,” Sirius Black said. “I can use my connections to see if I can get some information from different places.”

Other members of the Order of the Phoenix also spoke, offering a variety of suggestions and ideas.

Dumbledore listened carefully to everyone's opinions and then nodded.

“All of your suggestions are excellent,” Dumbledore said. “We will develop a detailed plan based on your input. However, we must also remember that Riddle is a very powerful enemy, and we cannot afford to be complacent.”

The meeting lasted for more than two hours, and finally, Dumbledore stood up.

“Thank you all for your participation and support,” Dumbledore said. “We are the Order of the Phoenix, and we fight for justice. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will not back down.”

The members of the Order of the Phoenix also stood up, their faces showing determination.

They knew they bore a heavy responsibility, but they also believed that as long as they united, they would surely be able to defeat Voldemort.

Both sides held meetings, but the protagonist on the black side simply went to sleep, completely unconcerned.

And I'm even less likely to care about these things. I'm the kind of person who likes to give up. Let them fight if they want, as long as no one dies too badly.

The next day, when I woke up, the person next to me had already left. I scratched my hair, which had fallen to the ground.

I find that I become lazy when Riddle is around. At this time of day, I would be making breakfast in real time, but when I'm with Riddle, I let him make breakfast and I just eat it.

There was a reason I asked him to cook from day one: I don't want to cook when he's around.

"Ayers, come down for breakfast." How could the mighty Riddle not know that I was awake? He made breakfast and called me down to eat.

"Coming." She threw off the covers and went to wash up, change clothes, and then went downstairs for breakfast.