Chapter 92: Escape? But there is something strange
Blood rapidly flowed from Amanta's body.
She could feel the temperature of her body gradually dropping, first in her fingers and toes, then in her legs and arms…
The strength to struggle gradually faded away.
Everything in front of me became increasingly blurry, my eyelids became heavier, and I felt so sleepy...
……
"Hello, Amanta."
A polite voice startled her awake.
Amanta felt as if she had slept for a very long time.
She opened her eyes and saw a boy with a pale face, handsome eyebrows, and eyes and hair as black as ink standing in front of him.
The boy bent down and held out his hand to her.
Only then did Amanta realize that she had fallen asleep while sitting on the ground.
"Ah, thanks."
Amanta reached out and held his cold fingers, using a little leverage to stand up.
"Who are you? Where is this? Is my name Amanta? ... Sorry, am I asking too many questions?"
She asked the boy a series of questions in confusion, and then felt a little embarrassed because she had asked so many questions.
The scene before her was familiar yet strange, but strangely, she couldn't remember anything.
"Tom Riddle." The boy spoke slowly, as if trying to make her hear more clearly. "I am your partner."
"partner?"
Amanta repeated in confusion.
"Companions - the closest of companions, like brothers and sisters. We are one, our goals are the same, and there is no one in the world who is more similar than us..."
His voice has a hint of deep temptation and his handsome face makes people convinced.
"partner……"
Amanta muttered with her empty eyes open.
It was as if she passively accepted everything he said.
"No one is more suitable than you..."
Tom bent down, put his arm around her shoulders, pressed her into his arms, and spoke slowly in a seductive voice.
"You are tired, just leave everything to me."
……
"Merlin? Merlin! Merlin! Wake up!!"
Amanta opened her eyes.
She was tied to Sparaud back to back, and Sparaud was gasping in pain, like a fish just landed.
Amanta looked around.
"Sparaud?"
Amanta spoke indifferently.
"Um - you finally woke up! How did we get here! I just remember that I went to play Quidditch after breakfast - I can't remember anything after that! And my leg! It's over... It's probably hopeless, I may be completely disabled in the future... Our broom is also ruined..."
Sparaud whimpered intermittently.
His voice sounded hoarse from crying a long time ago, but after Amanta woke up, his pain and confusion finally found an outlet.
"Well, get your broom over here."
Amanta turned a deaf ear to his tragic plight.
She ignored everything in his words and gave the order simply and directly.
Spalau was still sobbing.
"What should I do? My hands... are tied up, and my broom is broken... wuwuwu..."
"Don't cry." Amanta frowned, a little impatient, "It's right to your right. You don't have any hands to pick it up with your mouth."
"Ah...but...what do you need my broom for?"
Spalau stopped crying and asked stupidly.
"Grind the rope."
Amanta explained simply.
"You have an idea? That's great... Wow, I knew it... Professor Flitwick often praises you in his class..."
"hurry up."
Amanta ordered coldly.
"Oh... OK, I understand."
Sparlow twisted his hips hard to the right, trying to move his broken broom toward the right side of the room, but his legs were broken and every move he made was excruciatingly painful.
The pain distorted his facial features.
He gasped heavily, groaned, and continued to twist towards his broom bit by bit, enduring the pain.
After moving an unknown amount of time, just one or two meters, he was finally able to reach the broom.
He bent down, picked up his broom with some effort, and moved it back little by little.
"And then? What should we do?"
Spalleau asked.
"Well, grind this rope open."
Amanta turned around, put her hand behind him, and tapped the spot where she wanted him to rub with her fingertips.
"Uh... huh, huh... okay."
Sparaud held the broom in his mouth, bent down with difficulty, and used the broken tip of the wood to grind the position designated by Amanta.
Soon, he found that it was difficult to exert force when holding it in his mouth.
He had no choice but to put the broom down, turned around with difficulty, and tried to help her loosen the rope with his hands that were facing away from him.
Spalau's hands were covered in blood from being scratched by the sharp wood splinters.
"Okay, that's enough."
After grinding for what seemed like twenty minutes, Sparaud, exhausted, put down his broom and collapsed onto the dusty wooden floor.
"Well, thank you."
Although she said thank you, there was no emotion in Amanta's voice.
She shook her hands behind her back and fumbled to untie the knot quickly. Then she stood up and shook her clothes, and a large bundle of rope fell to the floor.
Amanta pulled her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the Nimbus 2000 in the corner.
There was a flash of light, and her Light Wheel 2000 was instantly repaired intact. After she stretched out her hand, Light Wheel 2000 flew into her hand with a whoosh and disappeared.
"Great!" Spalow stared at her movements in a daze. "Oh my God, is the broomstick so easy to repair? I heard... repairing a broomstick is a very difficult job..."
Amanta seemed to be very pleased with these words, and she raised her eyebrows.
"It is difficult, yes, but only for ordinary wizards."
She brushed off the dust on her body and strode towards the door of the room.
Seeing that Amanta was about to leave his sight, Spalao became anxious.
He shouted at her back: "Why did you leave? Don't forget me, help me untie my rope--"
"I didn't say I was going to untie you, did I?"
Amanta turned around and said coldly, shocking Sparaud so much that he was speechless.
"you you……"
Spalau stammered, seemingly having lost the ability to speak, not knowing how to describe what he had experienced.
Amanta frowned and glanced at his broken leg with an emotionless look.
"Your leg is broken. It will be a hindrance even if you untie it."
After saying this, she walked out of the room without looking back, then went downstairs as if she was familiar with the place and jumped into the tunnel entrance on the first floor.
Walking along the tunnel, she soon came out from a hole.
As soon as she came out of the cave, a willow branch as big as a bowl came towards her and was about to hit her chest.
The Whomping Willow was waving its branches impatiently, whipping them like a whip, indiscriminately attacking every moving object that passed by.