HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 305 The Arrival of Riddle

The black mist dissipated like the receding tide, and the boy who slowly walked out from behind Lucius was surrounded by a suffocating sense of oppression.

His jet-black hair was meticulously combed, but the ends were shrouded in the silvery-gray mist unique to the Department of Mysterious Things, making him look like a ghost emerging from a rift in the void.

Those dark pupils were unfathomable, occasionally flashing with the vertical lines characteristic of snakes. Despite being a young man's face, he possessed a chilling aura that had endured for millennia.

He wore a meticulously tailored, pure black robe, with a snake-shaped emblem subtly embroidered on the collar that appeared and disappeared with each step, making almost no sound as he moved, like an elegant yet deadly black panther.

His pale skin was almost transparent, yet it had a sickly flush on his cheekbones, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, a smile that concealed an all-knowing arrogance.

As he raised his hand, the silver chain wrapped around his wrist jingled softly, and the snake head decoration at the end of the chain emitted a ghostly blue light, as if it might come to life at any moment.

When he spoke, his voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried a chilling coldness: "Potter, we meet again."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding prophecy orbs suddenly trembled violently, as if in fear of the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Sirius immediately stepped in front of Harry, raising his wand high like a burning torch: "You won't touch a hair on his head!"

Arthur's fire spell and Hermione's shield spell lit up simultaneously, but they were annihilated into ashes the moment they touched the black mist.

Riddle's long, slender fingers casually twirled a section of silver chain, the snake head decoration on his fingertips emitting blue light, as if intimately entwining its master like a living creature.

He tilted his head slightly to survey the crowd, his dark pupils reflecting the rising and falling curse lights, and the curve of his lips was like a poisoned blade: "Why are you so nervous?"

He raised his hand to signal Bella and Lucius to step back, his pure black robe sweeping across the ground, leaving a soft, rustling sound as it passed over the shattered glass shards of the prophecy orb.

Arthur's fire spell went out with a roar three steps away from him, and Hermione's shield spell rippled but vanished silently like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

Sparks flew from the tip of Sirius's wand: "Get away from Harry!"

Before he could finish speaking, Riddle had already transformed into black mist and swept over everyone's heads.

Harry was suddenly thrown to the ground by an invisible force. The moment the Prophecy Ball left his hand, Neville's wand swung out with lightning speed, but was struck by the Crucifixion Curse thrown by Riddle.

Amid the boy's piercing screams, Riddle caught the Prophecy Orb steadily, pressed it against his chest, and gently rubbed it, his pale fingertips tracing the surface of the orb: "Not bad, it looks quite pretty."

“However, Lucius, isn’t your efficiency a bit slow?” Riddle glanced down at Lucius, his dark pupils cracking like the serpent’s tongue.

Lucius stood frozen in place, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his silver turban trembling and making a soft, rustling sound.

Bellatrix suddenly burst into a maniacal giggle, pointing her wand at Neville, who was cowering on the ground: "Master, let me deal with these little bugs—"

Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley immediately became alert and prepared to rush over to rescue Neville.

Just as Bella was about to deal with Neville, a portal suddenly opened.

During the teleportation, I fused with the bloodline of the dragon race. When I stepped out of the teleportation portal, the air suddenly solidified into an amber-colored gel, and my bones made a crisp sound like jade colliding under my skin.

Her once-smooth black hair seemed to be ignited by golden flames, growing wildly at a visible speed, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, each strand of hair flowing with a liquid sunlight-like luster.

As the emerald pupils contracted sharply, ripples of molten gold appeared, and the pupils gradually elongated into sharp vertical lines. Fine golden lines spread from the corners of the eyes, like ancient runes awakening beneath the skin.

The black robe he was wearing made a soft tearing sound as the dark patterns writhed like living things. The dark fabric peeled away inch by inch, and in its place came a golden robe that shimmered with the luster of dragon scales.

The dragon pattern embroidered on the hem of the robe suddenly came to life, its head spewing out tiny flames, and its sleeves and collar were edged with cloud-like gold. Wherever it passed, fine ice crystals condensed on the ground, which were then instantly evaporated into white mist by the scorching dragon breath.

Riddle, who was standing there, was still playing with the prophecy ball in his hand.

When my voice pierced through the chaos of the battle like a morning bell, his back, which had been taut like a bowstring, instantly relaxed, and his dark pupils, like a deep pool into which a stone had been thrown, rippled with tiny golden light.

His pale lips curved upwards in an almost pious arc, and even the black mist surrounding him seemed to solidify into a gentle vortex.

"How did I get here?" His robe swept across the mess on the ground, and the broken glass prophecy orbs around him automatically arranged themselves into an intricate serpentine pattern at his feet.

Those eyes, usually as cold as a snake, were now filled with a soft, honey-colored light. His fingers, wrapped in silver chains, reached out slightly, as if to touch the treasure he had craved all his life. "I thought you didn't want to come."

Bellatrix's wand was struck by a beam of golden light and fell to the ground with a clatter. The Death Eater, who was known for his madness, stared wide-eyed.

“I can come whenever I want, I don’t think I need your permission,” I said with a smile, taking Riddle’s outstretched hand.

On the contrary, Percy, who had come along, pulled Neville toward his father and stood aside to watch how things were unfolding.

Riddle shoved the prophecy orb into my hand. "Of course, you can do whatever you want with it."

His voice was a seductive, low hue, and as his fingertips brushed against my cheek, sparks flew as they touched my skin. "Is this what you're after?" Riddle guessed my purpose immediately, but he would always indulge me in whatever I did.

Sirius's hand holding the wand trembled slightly. The scene before him made him almost doubt his own eyes—the second Dark Lord, who had just been cold and ruthless, was now gently tidying Ayers's messy hair, as if they were not on a battlefield, but in a moonlit greenhouse at Hogwarts.

Harry gripped his wand so tightly his knuckles turned white, but the phoenix tail feathers on its surface no longer trembled—not because he was fearless, but because his fear had become so profound that he was numb.

He gazed silently at Riddle's hand holding Ayers's, that gentle smile overlapping with the face he had seen the last time they met, and the anger surging in his chest was forcibly suppressed by reason.

Harry noticed that when Riddle lowered his head, he even breathed very softly. His black eyes, which should have been filled with malice, were now like they were soaking in honey, and the curve of his lips made the air feel thick.

Sirius's wand trembled uncontrollably between his fingers, as if sensing the tremor in his master's heart. The sparks dancing at the tip of the wand appeared fragile and insignificant under the oppressive force of Riddle and Ayers' confrontation.

Arthur Weasley's taut calf muscles were poised to spring, but Hermione gripped his wrist with all her might, shaking her head to indicate that he should not make any rash moves.

Riddle smiled as he looked at the people around him. The black mist around him swirled like a living thing, carrying a faint floral fragrance and a trace of blood. The snake head wrapped in silver chains emitted a ghostly blue light.

My body was enveloped in surging golden dragon breath, and as the scale-like halo flowed, it scorched the surrounding air with distorted patterns.

The two forces did not collide violently as expected upon contact, but instead became strangely entangled and merged—black mist seeped into the gaps in the dragon's breath, and golden light swirled around the inky vortex, as if the two poles of yin and yang were seeking balance in the chaos.

The Death Eaters instinctively took a half step back, and even Bellatrix's maniacal smile froze on her face.

The entire Bureau of Mysteries fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint humming sound of the two energies merging, like the low growl of an ancient behemoth.

The magical elements in the air vibrated violently, and the prophecy sphere groaned under the immense pressure, with fine cracks appearing on its surface.

Riddle looked down at me, his dark pupils swirling with an almost devout tenderness, as if the chaotic battlefield was merely an insignificant backdrop.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of my blond hair behind my ear, his voice low and seductive: "Ayers, come with me. There's nothing left for you to miss here."

A slight smile played on my lips as I slowly stepped forward, my golden robe trailing behind the shattered fragments of the prophecy orb, making a soft, rustling sound.

Her fingertips gently traced his pale chin, the dragon breath swirling around them touching the black mist surrounding him, creating a tiny magical ripple: "Riddle, have you forgotten? Hogwarts' studies aren't over yet, and I don't want to be a student who gives up halfway."

His eyes darkened for a moment, but were quickly replaced by a deeper infatuation.

He grabbed my hand that was on his chin, buried his face in my palm, and asked with a hint of stubbornness in his voice, "Are they that important to you?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his gentle gaze instantly turned into a chilling coldness. As he swept over the people behind me, a terrifying killing intent filled the air.

"What? You want to meddle in my affairs too?" Dangerous vertical lines appeared in my golden beast eyes, and dragon breath surged from my fingertips, exploding into tiny lightning bolts in his palm.

Instead of backing down, Riddle pressed his face even closer, the black mist escaping from his mouth wrapping around my wrist, like a cub begging for pleasure: "I just want to take care of you."

He suddenly bit my palm, and the moment his canine teeth pierced my skin, black mist and blood mist bloomed into eerie purple flowers in the air.

A suppressed gasp came from behind him, and Harry's grip on his wand cracked.

I grabbed Riddle by the back of the neck with my other hand: "Let go."

He seized the opportunity to grab my long, loose hair, buried his face in the blue rose scent of my hair, and chuckled softly, his breath carrying the heat of dark magic: "I missed you."

Suddenly Bella screamed and unleashed the Crucifixion, but it was pulverized by Riddle's casual wave of the black mist just three meters away from us.

"Who gave you permission to lay a hand on me?" He didn't even turn his head, but his voice was so cold it could freeze flames. "Get lost."

The Death Eaters froze in place, watching as the usually mad Bella actually cowered and retreated into the shadows.

I grabbed Riddle's black hair, forcing him to look up. The possessiveness churning in his eyes was almost tangible: "It's only been a short time since we last met, but I miss you terribly now."

"Let them leave, I'll go with you. I have class tomorrow." I leaned close to his ear, my voice trembling with a seductive quality.

Golden light swirled in the darkness in the beast's eyes, and the eerie curve at the corners of its eyes made the serpent staff in Lucius's hand tremble slightly. Bella's hiss was caught in mid-air, and the other Death Eaters all looked away—that bewitching golden light was like a poisoned dagger, piercing straight into the deepest, most hidden fears in their hearts.

Riddle's lips curled into an almost manic smile, and the surging ferocity in his crimson pupils instantly transformed into a thick obsession.

The next second, he had me trapped in his arms.

As his black robes billowed, a sweet, metallic scent of dark magic washed over everyone like a tide, and the crimson flames in his eyes almost devoured me.

"As you wish." The incantation was branded onto his earlobe with his hot breath, and the ground suddenly cracked open into a dark vortex. A viscous barrier of black magic rose up as if it were alive, separating Sirius's roaring figure from Harry's wand-wielding hand.

I met Harry's anxious gaze through the barrier and made a shushing gesture with my fingertips.

This action was actually directed at Severus, who had been hiding in the shadows, Percy, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, and Fred and George. It was meant to reassure them not to act rashly and to put their minds at ease.

This seemingly compromise between partners may be hiding a game even more insane than the Dark Lord's.

I don't know when he took my wand, but just as I was falling, his slender fingers caught it firmly.

He toyed with his wand, then pulled me into his arms as we plunged into the abyss. From within the black mist came Bella's unwilling scream: "Master! Potter hasn't—"

"Shut up." Riddle uttered the spell without turning his head, instantly silencing Bella's wails.

When we landed again, we were already at Riddle's villa.

Riddle had no interest in Lucius and Bella now, and waved them away.

Then he carried me directly to his room.

Moonlight streamed through the shattered stained glass, illuminating his pale face. He pressed his wand against my chest, leaning down to inhale my breath: "Ayers, it's been a while. Did you miss me?"

Cool fingertips traced my lips, then suddenly gripped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. "I've been wanting this so much!"

"Honestly, if you miss me, why don't you come find me yourself?" I bit his tongue, the taste of blood spreading between my teeth.

Riddle laughed instead, letting the blood drip from the corner of his mouth: "Still so wild."

He snapped his fingers, and the room was instantly lit by candlelight. Black curtains hung from the ceiling, casting our figures in an ambiguous shadow. "Tomorrow's class? Then you won't be sleeping tonight!"

His palm slid slowly down my back, completely trapping me within the small space surrounded by curtains.

The pungent smell of blood mingled with the scent of blue roses filled my nostrils. Riddle lowered his gaze to the bloodstains at the corner of my mouth, his fingertips gently tracing the reddened lips from my kisses. "Ayers~"

He pulled open my collar and gently planted hickeys on my neck.

"It smells so good~" He chuckled, biting my earlobe, and then placed my wrist on his head with one hand.

I grabbed the black hair at the back of his neck with my other hand, forcing him to tilt his head back and look directly at me.

The desire surging in Riddle's eyes grew stronger, and the bloodstains still hanging from the corner of his mouth made him look particularly alluring against his pale skin.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his other hand slid down my waist. Chains formed by dark magic were somehow wrapped around my ankles, making soft rustling sounds with each movement.