HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

Chapter 77 Mystery

Alaia finished the meal with too much thought. During this time, James and Sirius Lupin were not idle, constantly helping him to review where the diary was lost.

"It's true that Peter and I took the wrong bag, but I didn't remember there was a diary in that bag?" James scratched the back of his head in pain. His hair was almost bald, and he couldn't understand why the diary suddenly disappeared.

"Did it fall in the desert?"

"If it doesn't work, do you still remember what it looks like, Peter? We can forge a new one and give it to him." Sirius had seen many old notebooks in the house before, and thought that he would definitely find it in Knockturn Alley.

"This... may be a little difficult..." Aleiya didn't know how to explain that the diary could be used for conversation. Riddle couldn't be so easily fooled.

But he had to accept the invitation from the future Dark Lord. In order to give Peter courage, the three of them escorted him to Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

"We'll go with you!" James was ambitious and thought he could help Peter with this matter, but unfortunately they were stopped at the door by Lucius Malfoy and Dumbledore who had been waiting for a long time.

Before Lucius could take them away, Dumbledore took them away. But Alaia was still pushed into the headmaster's office, which was the one she hated the most.

Fawkes' seat in the headmaster's office was empty. He was probably instinctively wary of Riddle. She saw Riddle sitting on Dumbledore's high-back chair. Just his back made Alaya breathe faster. The pressure he brought to people was too strong.

But this scene was strangely familiar to her, as if she often ran into him in Hogwarts, and felt close to him? No way, when did she feel differently about the Dark Lord?

"Cough cough cough...that..." Alayya gradually approached Riddle, but was tripped by the rope on the ground. Wait...why is there a rope on the ground?

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~" Alayya steadied himself and looked down. The thing wrapped around his feet was not a rope, but his little pet! Nagini, a long snake that looked like a python.

"Nagini, don't scare her!" Riddle turned around and warned his snake in Parseltongue to behave itself, but his eyes were always on Alaia's face.

It seemed that he was still looking for traces of the woman in his dream. Although he was now 60% sure that it was her, he still needed to be 100% sure before he could completely bring her under his robe.

"Do you know... why I'm looking for you?" Riddle stood up and stopped looking up at her, although he had never given Alaya the feeling of looking up at him. But judging from the distance, they were closer...

"I know... because of your... diary?" Being stared at by Riddle's bottomless eyes, she found it hard to resist and told the truth without any pretense. The next second, a piece of parchment scroll appeared on her face.

"Look at this... does it look familiar?" Riddle took out and opened a parchment scroll from his arms and threw it on the face of the girl opposite. Her innocent and tender eyes were a bit "troublesome", which made Riddle's heart feel a little uncomfortable. Although he did not hate such "abnormality", he still needed to restrain himself. She was still... a student.

"What?" Alaiya quickly picked up the parchment on her face and looked at it carefully. It was obviously a portrait. It didn't depict Peter's silly look, but rather a bit like her appearance in her previous life? Especially as a mixed-race, her facial features were three-dimensional and soft, combining Chinese and Western features, and her black hair was incredibly smooth. She really missed her past appearance.

Wait, what does this mean? Why does Riddle know what he looked like in his previous life? Stroking the sheepskin scroll, it feels very good. The smooth surface shows that the owner of this painting cherishes it very much and touches it frequently, and it has already become "patinaed".

Could it be Riddle? Such a pervert? "Excuse me...what do you mean?" Alaia's voice was trembling, and she instinctively distanced herself from Riddle. Could it be that Riddle was the "god" in charge of time travel? Then he would probably travel back first and kill his father with his own hands, and then kill Dumbledore.

"I'm asking you!" Riddle put down the Dumbledore figurine he was playing with and slammed it heavily on the table. The pressure once again made Alayya tremble slightly, but this time she held back and did not "confess".

"I don't know...her. What does this have to do with me?" Alayya twisted her thigh, forcing herself to be tough, and secretly brainwashed herself that he didn't dare to do anything to her now.

Alaiya was also prepared to be "punished" by the furious Riddle, but he smiled and said, "No, I think you are very similar to her... very similar..."

Riddle recalled that in his dream, if he angered the woman, she would ride on him regardless of the circumstances and bite him all over like a puppy.

Now she was like a little hedgehog before turning into a puppy, with a puffy face. Riddle suddenly felt a little hot, untied his meticulous tie, slightly opened his collar, revealing his sexy collarbone. "If you see her, remember... tell her... I'm waiting for her~"

Riddle sat back on Dumbledore's desk, his eyes a little blurred and shining, and the gloomy feeling was neutralized a lot, which made Alayya stunned. Why did she feel like the Dark Lord was seducing her?

No, no, no, this must be an illusion. He must be using the beauty trap to force her to reveal her relationship with the person in the portrait. Or he may be waiting for news from the diary. Alaiya gritted her teeth and stamped her feet. "I will, sir!"

This sentence made Riddle, who was eager to try, frown. "What did you call me?" She never called herself "sir"!

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