HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 137 A Kiss and Hug with Riddle

By the time they finished washing the dishes, I had already gone back to my room.

“Ayers.” Riddle saw me standing in front of the French windows looking at the snow scene, and gently wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I raised my right hand and gently stroked his black hair, while my left hand rested on the hands that were holding me.

“I’m not used to seeing you like this.” Riddle suddenly had this thought, and he slowly took off the gold-rimmed glasses I was wearing.

Suddenly my hair turned from black to golden, and my emerald eyes turned into golden beast eyes.

"You really do have a soft spot for me like this." I stopped pretending, grabbed my hair and pulled it back with one hand, looking at Riddle with a smug smile, and turned around in his arms.

He grabbed his collar with one hand, pulled his head down, pressed the back of his head, and kissed his lips.

When we looked into each other's eyes, I could see a glint of red light flashing in Riddle's smiling black pupils.

My tongue forcefully pried open his teeth and entered his mouth, where it intertwined with his tongue.

My kisses grew more and more intense, as if I wanted to devour him.

We bit each other's lips until they bled, and blood trickled down our lips, but we didn't stop at all.

When we parted, each of us had a trace of blood on our lips.

“Ayers, your blood is still so sweet.” Riddle looked at me with a hint of madness.

"Your blood tastes pretty good too." I licked my lips seductively, then licked away a trace of blood from Riddle's mouth.

“I’ve always been the one drinking your blood, how about you have a taste of mine today?” Riddle released me from his arms and tilted his head to show me his neck.

“Riddle, you’re tempting me.” I hooked my arms around his neck, kissed and licked his neck, and finally bit him, revealing my fangs.

"Mmm~" Riddle felt a tingling sensation where I bit him, as it was the first time he had been sucked of blood.

"It's really delicious." I don't usually need to drink blood, but I couldn't resist the temptation of her beauty, so I fused with a little bit of vampire bloodline and tried drinking blood for the first time.

No wonder Riddle likes to drink my blood; it tastes really good when the bloodlines of the vampires are fused together.

“Now it’s my turn.” Riddle watched me finish eating, then bared his fangs and bit my neck.

This time, my blood contained the blood of vampires. Riddle drank even more enthusiastically, because he felt the blood entering his stomach turning into his magic, and his magic slowly increased.

"Alright, don't overindulge. You can't digest too much." As Riddle refused to let go of his teeth, I patted his head to stop him from absorbing any more.

"Okay, let's take a shower." As soon as Riddle released my neck, my neck was back to its fair and tender state, without a single wound. He knew that I had allowed him to bite, otherwise he couldn't have hurt me at all.

After we both showered and got ready, we lay down on my big bed in my room to go to sleep.

"Riddle, what's the deal with Quirrell at Hogwarts? Why is he always targeting Harry?" I couldn't fall asleep so early, so I decided to talk to Riddle.

“Quirklo? Harry?” Riddle had no idea what was going on with those two names that came out of my mouth.

“Quirinus Quirrell is this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,” I introduced to Riddle.

“It seems I have someone here who wants to join my Death Eaters, that’s his name. He seems to want to give me Nicolas Flamel’s Philosopher’s Stone, which can turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of immortality, in exchange for his high wealth and status.” Riddle recalled that there was indeed such a guy around recently.

"Is that so?" I knew it. Riddle hadn't made any Horcruxes yet, and they weren't hanging on Professor Quirrell's head. So how could there be situations where trolls escaped and Harry's flying broom was blocked? It turns out it was Professor Quirrell's problem.

"I want to see that Philosopher's Stone. Have him bring it to you." A peaceful magical world can't produce excellent wizards. I'll put some pressure on them. I think this year's young wizards can grow up.

“Okay, I’ll show it to you when he gives it to me.” How could Riddle refuse such a small request of mine?

After we finished talking, we lay quietly in bed under the soft moonlight, our bodies tightly embracing each other.

Because of the height difference, his arms were wrapped around my waist, and my head rested gently on his chest. Our breaths mingled together, creating a harmonious melody.

Suddenly our lips touched lightly, as if expressing endless love.

The kiss was tender and affectionate, filled with longing and tenderness for each other. Our bodies gradually relaxed, immersed in this blissful moment.

My eyes were slightly closed, and a satisfied smile spread across my face.

He gently stroked my golden hair, feeling its warmth and softness.

The sound of our heartbeats was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, as if playing the most beautiful melody for our love.

As time went by, our kisses grew deeper, as if we wanted to merge into each other's bodies.

Our bodies gradually became closer together, as if we were going to sleep in each other's arms forever.

Finally, our lips slowly parted, and our eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

We embraced gently and drifted into a sweet dream, where we continued to enjoy each other's love and warmth.

"Riddle~" When I woke up the next day, the person next to me was already up. I couldn't touch him, so I pulled my hand back and covered myself with the blanket.

It's still snowing heavily outside, and I feel a bit lazy and don't really want to get out of bed today.

"Ayers~" But someone didn't want me to continue sleeping, so they wrapped me in a fur coat.

"Riddle, I don't need to wear so much." With the blood of the Fire Phoenix clan, I don't feel cold even if I walk out of the house in short sleeves.

“This wasn’t prepared for you by me; it was custom-made by your brother.” Riddle had already told Gellert Grindelwald this, but he refused to believe it and had this black and gold fur coat custom-made.

“Great, he can make more clothes for me, I’ll accept them all.” This is an older brother’s love for his younger brother, how could I let it go?

“He’s already bought a warehouse just to store your custom-made clothes.” Riddle’s statement was even more explosive.

"Great, I like it very much." I don't mind, the more the merrier.