RNP Chapter 251 Ayers' Return
Chapter 251 Ayers' Return
Chapter 251 Ayers' Return
I don't even know if Riddle was born in the Year of the Dog; he almost didn't make it back.
It felt like he had planned to have sex there all along; he had set up a tent right there. If I hadn't fed him that night, I probably wouldn't have been able to get away.
He returned to Hogwarts with the Portkey he was given, silently fused with the dragon bloodline, and the marks on his body immediately disappeared.
Upon closer inspection, Riddle noticed a distinctive mark imprinted on his waist, thankfully not very noticeable.
We'll just let him be a little reckless and won't remove his mark.
While I was still thinking about something, I was suddenly caught by someone. Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts, who had been keeping an eye on me, sensed me as soon as I appeared.
They arrived near me shortly afterward, wanting to ask me about the situation.
“Ayers, I feel it’s necessary for Headmaster Dumbledore to inquire about what happened while you were gone.” It’s already during class time, and thankfully there are no other junior wizards around, so Headmaster Dumbledore can invite me directly to his office for a talk.
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore." I knew that Headmaster Dumbledore would definitely question me as soon as I returned.
Seriously, Riddle pulled this stunt, I don't even know how to explain it.
As he walked, he pondered how to explain everything that had happened to Headmaster Dumbledore.
Soon, we went to the headmaster's office together. On the way, Headmaster Dumbledore also informed Severus to come and sit in on the class.
Severus was relieved when he finally saw me in person.
He came directly to my side, and after the three of us were seated, Headmaster Dumbledore looked in my direction, waiting for my explanation.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle is part of my family.” I don’t even know how to tell Headmaster Dumbledore that Riddle is my adopted son and now my lover.
"If I'm not senile, I remember that Ayers' name is Ayers Hall Grindelwald. How come he's related to Tom Marvolo Riddle, the Dark Lord?" Headmaster Dumbledore was having a headache. How could Ayers be connected to two generations of Dark Lords?
“Tom Marvolo Riddle is a child I adopted from an orphanage. At the time, I hadn’t yet reunited with my own brother. This is the adoption paperwork.” I took out the stack of spare documents and handed them to Headmaster Dumbledore for review.
"Incredible." Headmaster Dumbledore was speechless after reading my information. To him, I was now a major troublemaker. I was connected to two generations of Dark Lords, and he was calculating whether I would become the third Dark Lord.
“Of course, Mr. Dumbledore, although I have a relationship with him, what he does is none of my business. He has always been very independent, and I have never questioned his actions.” I looked at Mr. Dumbledore very calmly. Although I am myself, Riddle is Riddle, and my brother is my brother, given our relationship, Mr. Dumbledore would definitely consider us together.
"Ayers, I'm really having trouble figuring you out right now. May I ask which side you're on?" Headmaster Dumbledore was increasingly confused by my actions and could only ask directly whether I was on any side.
He desperately needed to know whether it was the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, there is never a fixed right or wrong in the world. It all depends on how the parties involved deal with the events. I will not take sides; I only represent my own position." This is a promise I made. I will not favor either side; I will only look at the matter and remain neutral.
“Yes, I understand, Mr. Ayers.” Headmaster Dumbledore had seen my stance and no longer regarded me as a student of his school. He now treated me as an equal to him.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, is there anything else you want to ask me? If not, I'm about to leave." I think I've made myself clear enough. I really hope Headmaster Dumbledore won't have any more doubts.
"There's still the Triwizard Tournament that I need to ask you about. Since you suddenly left and didn't return for the last competition, we've decided that Harry, who retrieves the Goblet of Fire, will be the winner. You and the remaining two challengers will be ranked according to the order in which they exit the maze." At this point, Headmaster Dumbledore looked at me to see if I had any objections.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, please continue." I was just here to make up the numbers and have some fun; I didn't intend to win any prizes. I'll just let them arrange things as they see fit.
"After our discussion, the first place is Harry, the second place is Mr. Ayers, the third place is Viktor Krum, and the last place is Fleur Delacour. This ranking was determined after discussions between the Ministry of Magic and the headmasters of the three schools."
"Hmm~ Sure, I have no objections." The only prize in this competition is Galleons, and I don't think I need that money. I'll just give it to Harry as pocket money.
"Since you have no objections, Mr. Ayers, I will distribute the rewards." Headmaster Dumbledore saw my indifferent expression and didn't want to keep me here for any longer.
"Okay, Headmaster Dumbledore, that's all that matters. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Feeling that we had nothing more to talk about, I stood up and prepared to leave.
"By the way, Mr. Ayers, could you please check on Harry's condition? He seems to be in a very bad mental state since he came back." Headmaster Dumbledore was still concerned about Harry's situation, so he casually mentioned it to me.
“Okay, I’ll go talk to him.” I already had a feeling that Riddle would put a lot of psychological pressure on Harry this time.
But for now, there is one thing that needs comforting.
I walked out of the headmaster's office with Severus, and I followed him all the way to his cellar.
As soon as I locked the door and turned around, I met a pair of black eyes that held a hint of concern and a hint of anger, like a deep abyss that wanted to swallow me up.
“He won’t do anything to me, Severus, you should know that best.” I tried to reach out and touch his cheek, but Severus dodged my touch as if he were being difficult.
"I'm just a little resentful. When I learned about your accident, I was angry with myself and worried about you because there was nothing I could do." Severus was only unhappy about his inability to do anything.
“Severus, this is my fault. You shouldn’t be angry with yourself.” I reached out and took Severus’s hands, which were clenched into fists.
“Ayers, when I found out you were taken away by him, I couldn’t even bring myself to go and take you away.” Severus held my hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
"It's okay, he won't do anything to me." I pulled him into my arms, and I could feel his body trembling slightly.
"Ayers, you absolutely must protect yourself. I don't want to experience the feeling of losing you." Severus hugged my waist tightly with a hint of pleading, resting his head on my shoulder as he whispered.
"Okay, you also need to protect yourself, otherwise I don't know what I might do." I'm not a cold-blooded animal. Although I'm a womanizer, I give 100% love to each of them. If any of them were to have an affair, I don't know if I would go crazy and do something.
I gently patted Severus's back, and we snuggled together like that.
Suddenly, I felt a slight breath on my shoulder, and the person holding me seemed to be pressing all their weight onto me.
"Severus?" I turned my head and saw Severus with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. He seemed to be asleep, but his hands were still tightly wrapped around my waist.
Seeing him like this, you can tell he must have had a sleepless night.
She gently wrapped his tightly clasped hands around her neck, and even that didn't wake him. She then picked him up in a princess carry and carried him to his lounge.
I gently placed him on the bed, and just as I was about to lift myself up, he pulled hard, and I fell down next to him. I used some force so that I didn't fall on top of him.
Severus just wouldn't let go. I looked helplessly at the person sleeping so soundly, but our current position really wasn't very comfortable.
In the end, I could only fuse a tiny bit of elven bloodline and gently hum a soothing lullaby in Severus's ear.
Gradually, Severus relaxed his body, and I was slowly able to escape death.
I took out a few tiny seeds from my backpack and used the magic of the elves to help them grow.
Several tiny seeds slowly sprouted leaves. I then took out a small vase and put them inside. The little plant slowly grew a flower with a blue bud.
The moment it bloomed, the entire Severus lounge was filled with the fragrance of blue roses.
It was as if I had been surrounding this place all along. Severus smelled the fragrance, and his furrowed brows relaxed, allowing him to sleep more peacefully.
I picked up the blanket and covered Severus with it, gently stroking his cheek.
I sat quietly by Severus's bedside, my gaze fixed on him tenderly and intently.
He was lying on his side, his face slightly turned towards me.
The faint light from the flower bud on the table cast a soft shadow on his sharply defined face, making his high, straight nose appear meticulously sculpted, with lines that were both strong and gentle.
His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering, occasionally shaking as if echoing the world in his dream.
I gently reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead to the side. My fingertips accidentally touched his skin, and the warm touch felt like a warm current flowing through my entire body.
He stirred, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he had sensed my touch in his dream.
I quickly withdrew my hand and held my breath, afraid of disturbing his sweet dream.
After a while, he calmed down again, and his even breathing once more echoed softly in the room.
I sat there quietly, my eyes never leaving him for a moment.
The way he slept peacefully filled me with tranquility and contentment.
I gently touched this man with my fingertips; he is one of the most important people in my life.
The room was quiet, with only his steady breathing and the lullaby I was humming.
I felt as if time had stood still at that moment, and the whole world consisted of just the two of us.
I quietly guarded him, as if he were the most precious treasure.
I hope he can feel my presence in his dreams and have a sweet dream.
I don't know how much time passed, but drowsiness gradually crept in, so I climbed onto Severus's bed, lay down beside him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and touched my head to his. By merging the bloodlines of the nine-tailed fox, I created a warm dream for him and myself.
First, a vast expanse of grassland appears, each blade of grass fresh and vibrant, gleaming with a gentle sheen, as if meticulously painted by nature with the finest brushstrokes. On the grassland, colorful flowers bloom freely, their petals dancing lightly in the breeze, releasing intoxicating fragrances that weave together a rich and fragrant melody.
Not far away, a crystal-clear stream flows gently. Under the moonlight, the water glistens like a flowing silver ribbon.
The pebbles at the bottom of the water are round and smooth, shimmering with a faint light as they are washed by the water, as if telling the story of time.
I slowly opened my eyes in my dream, my eyes filled with tenderness and love.
I glanced at Severus beside me, a slight smile playing on my lips, and whispered, "Severus~"
Severus's eyes were filled with amazement and emotion as he gripped my hand tightly and asked, "Where are we?"
"It's just a dream, relax." We strolled hand in hand on the soft grass, the blades swaying gently beneath our feet as if welcoming our arrival.
Occasionally, a petal would drift down onto our shoulders, bringing a gentle touch.
When I arrived at the stream, I squatted down and gently touched the water with my hand.
The cool stream water slid through her fingertips, bringing a sense of comfort. Severus knelt down as well, sharing this wonderful moment with her.
We looked at each other and smiled, our eyes seeing only each other.
Severus doesn't care where we are now, as long as Ayers is with us.
Beside the stream stands an ancient tree, its thick branches stretching out in all directions like a giant umbrella.
With a casual wave of my hand, I hung vines and flowers that emitted a faint glow on the branches, like dreamlike lanterns.
Under the tree, a soft blanket and several fluffy cushions appeared.
We sat side by side on the blanket, snuggling together.
I leaned on my lover's shoulder, gazing at the starry sky, and said, "Get some rest; you didn't sleep well last night."
Severus replied softly, "I can only sleep with you here."
"It seems I need to make you some hypnotic potion." I gently touched the dark circles under his eyes.
“I can make it myself, but you wouldn’t let me drink it before, afraid that I would have a bad reaction to the potion, so I stopped,” Severus said, resting his head on my shoulder.
"As long as you remember what I said, that's enough." I'm glad he listened to me and took care of his health.
A gentle breeze blows by, bringing the fragrance of flowers and the coolness of the stream.
In this heartwarming scene, time seemed to stand still as they immersed themselves in their love for each other, enjoying the tranquility and beauty that belonged only to them.
Everything around them—the grass, the flowers, the stream, the trees—seemed to be silently blessing their love and witnessing this eternal affection.