姑娘握住被单的双手蓦然紧了一下，她想了片刻，问道：“他若死了，你的心愿可实现了？”

诺德皱了眉，想到还躺在棺材里生死不知的那位和他未知踪迹的亲友，沉声道：“事情还没了结，我不知道。”

“这般么……”黛玉轻声道：“若有什么我能做的，你莫要太拘泥了。”

诺德皱眉点点头，并未将黛玉的话语真正放在心上，他叹了口气：“林姑娘，你先把身体养好吧。”

姑娘轻笑着应了，少年就没再说什么转身走了出去。

黛玉脸上虚浮的笑意这才淡了下来，她转过目光，拿起床头那黑色的本子，翻开封面，有些泛黄的纸张上正飞快显现出一行又一行的文字，就像有人正在焦急书写一般，潦草的笔锋凌厉而霸道，一点也不像那人平时会写的俊秀花体字。

来来回回只有一句话：

“Are you here”

似乎感应到本子被翻开，不断显现的笔迹顿了一下，才再次出现：“Dai， answer me.”

姑娘叹了一口气，待要再次合上本子，终究心下不忍，披衣起身走到桌前拿起了羽毛笔：“Where are you？”

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”