连日来的呼唤终于得到了回应，白色纸张上的墨色笔迹飞快地浮现，就像一人迫不及待地剖白一般：“Obviously I am here，but well, if you ask for the real Voldemort who you know, I don’t know either.”

黛玉皱了下眉，为什么他这样说？

“I thought you were him.”

“Well, sort of. I’m his memory preserved in this dairy two months ago.”

“Then you don’t know where he went, though he gave this dairy to me a few days ago.”

“I don’t think you should be sad, Dai. Wherever he is now doesn’t matter anymore because I am here right now, by your side. You can ask me whatever you want to know, and I’m not like him.”笔迹停了片刻，黛玉觉得自己似乎都能看见对方拿着笔轻笑的样子：“I’d like to tell you the truth, always.”

黛玉顿了一下，心思流转，却忍不住写下：“That’s not like you two both.”

“I just want to be like the only one you love.”

眼见黛玉似乎停了下来，日记却写得更加畅快：“Dai, I don’t like this way talking to you, I want to see you, could I meet you now”

见她？姑娘却是彻底愣住了，这不是一段记忆吗？半晌，看着日记本上那小心翼翼的“could I”，她试探地写道：“How？”

眼前的日记本突然光华流转，黛玉还来不及反应，便觉得自己好像被吸入了某个地方。随即，她感到自己仿佛落入了一个温暖熟悉的怀抱，却也只是片刻而已。她抬起头，看着眼前的少年。