[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Sensitivity is 5. "

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 4."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 3."

Riddle: "..." Again—come?

He didn't even have time to think about why she would know that a snake was uncomfortable, forced a calm smile, and waved his wand unhurriedly.

The suitcase floated down from the luggage rack and opened automatically on the ground, revealing a small green snake the size of a little finger curled up in a corner inside.

Yardley took a breath, jumped up from his seat, and ran directly to the edge of the box door, ready to rush out at any time.

"Tom, you didn't say you had a snake with you!" he said in horror. "The notice says only owls, cats, or toads are allowed!"

However, the two people sitting facing each other didn't give him a little corner of the eye.

"Come here," Riddle said in Parseltongue.

The green snake crawled out of the box slowly, wrapped around Riddle's extended fingers and climbed up his wrist. After two circles, he held his head up and spat out a red snake letter at Fiona.

This kind of little snake is different from Nagini, it has no thinking ability, so Riddle can only make simple commands for it to execute, and cannot communicate with it complicatedly.

Yardley's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "Tom, are you a Parseltongue?"

"I'm just worried that it will scare people." Riddle ignored Yardley, gently touched the triangular snake's head, looked at Fiona and said, "Most people are not friendly to them, are they?"

He didn't ask Fiona why she knew of its existence, which would have cost him the mystery and conversational initiative he'd just created.

Fiona didn't show any surprise at Riddle's Parseltongue either. She looked at the snake intently and said, "It's cute, does it have a name?"

name?Why does a snake have a name?

"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 8."

"Lilith." Riddle said very naturally.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 10."

Riddle: "..." He couldn't help wondering whether the favorability was for snakes or people?

"Maybe, you'd like to play with it?" He held out his hand to Fiona.

Fiona didn't hesitate, she raised her hand and approached, two hands that were also too fair almost touched.

"Go over," Riddle hissed to order.

He originally wanted to add another instruction of "don't hurt her", but he also wanted to see if she also had the ability to tame snakes, so he just watched her reaction with cold eyes.

Yardley watched helplessly as the obviously venomous little snake poked its head out from Riddle's fingertips, then lazily landed on Fiona's fingertips, and swam slowly, as if A thin rope connecting the two seemed like some kind of ancient black magic with a contractual nature, and it looked indescribably dangerous and ambiguous.

Fiona looked down at the green snake on the back of her hand, and gently wrapped her fingers around its tail, as casually as if she was winding her own hair.The green snake didn't respond to this either, and put its head on her hand very leisurely, and vomited the snake letter.

Riddle heard it say, "Friend."

And Fiona didn't respond to its words, just played with it for a while with a slight smile, and then returned it.

Riddle felt that the snake back on his wrist had a temperature that didn't belong to him.

Although Fiona shouldn't know Parseltongue, he still has a subtle sense of identification with her.

So did Fiona, who looked at Riddle and said softly, "Tom Riddle?"

Riddle nodded, looked straight into her eyes, and said clearly, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Since she would always know his identity, it would be better for him to take the initiative to use this name as an olive branch in exchange of sincerity, making her the co-holder of his secret.

Then, he saw her show a knowing smile—not the blunt arc that hooked the corner of her mouth before, but a real smile that showed him a happy smile.

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 15."

Along with the system's prompt, Yardley complained unbearably, "I said, can you stop pretending that I don't exist?"

The two of them didn't communicate any more along the way.

Fiona slept on the corner between the seat and the car window, her face buried in her long gray hair, soft and harmless like a pigeon with its head tucked under its wings.Riddle pretended to be reading, and whenever Yardley couldn't help but want to ask a question, he would reveal Lilith in his sleeve—in return for helping him get twelve points of high favorability, it deserves a name .

Yardley was afraid of snakes, and he was also afraid of Fiona. It wasn't that he didn't want to change the box, but he was also worried that he would miss Riddle and Fiona's re-communication after he left.Although he didn't understand their previous conversation at all, his intuition told him that something must happen between the two of them.

As Riddle's friend and Fiona's cousin, he didn't allow himself to have first-hand information.

As night fell and the train began to slow down, Fiona sat up straight amidst the sound of reminders in the carriage, brushing her hair behind her ears, and there was no sleepiness in her blue eyes.

The three of them changed into their school robes long before getting on the bus, and waited silently for the people crowded in the corridor to get off the bus, and then slowly followed the team to the platform at the end.

The one who came to pick up the new students was Ogg, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He was a burly and tall man with three deep scars like claw marks on his face. He had fierce eyes and a cold tone.

"Keep up. Those who are left behind will stay in the woods for one night. Don't think that anyone will come to you."

The freshmen were trembling, and Yardley couldn't help becoming nervous. However, he turned his head and saw that Riddle's expression was calm, and Fiona's expression was calm. One was calmer than the other, and he seemed particularly timid in comparison.

He was about to feel ashamed, but then he thought, he is a normal person, why should he compare with two abnormal people.

So he calmed down immediately.

Following the flow of people on the steep path that he once walked, Riddle felt a slight turmoil in his heart.

If there was anything in the world that could make him feel kind, it might be Hogwarts.

Being incompatible with Muggle society, he found the group he should belong to at Hogwarts, learned how to make himself strong, practiced how to lead an organization, made the rules he wanted, and forced the weak to obey.

In the later years of Hogwarts, he was almost the uncrowned king of the underground. Countless people worshiped him and surrendered to him. Disguised, stretched out minions, followed his every signal, used bullying and suppression to carnival, and fought and robbed under the twisted class he established.

That was his happiest time.

The fluttering nostalgia immediately became less beautiful when I saw the girl beside me who started to pant.

Riddle thought that when he was full of ambition, someone was playing the role of spectator in the chess game he thought he had complete control over, or another identity he didn't know, and that wonderful enjoyment began to turn sour.

The glorious deeds suddenly turned into dark history, and it took him a little effort to maintain a stable state of mind that he had finally succeeded in building.

Seeing Fiona's staggering steps, Riddle took out his wand and waved it, turning a branch on the ground into a walking stick and handing it to her.

Normally he should reach out to give a girl a hand when trying to please a girl, but he feels that might not apply to Fiona.

"Transfiguration can always solve 80.00% of wizards' problems." Riddle said in a whisper.

Fiona glanced at him, took the cane and didn't speak, and her favorability didn't change.

Riddle was not much disappointed, he felt that not losing his favorability was considered a success.

Yardley next to him muttered, "I actually need it too."

Riddle pretended not to hear.

After a long hike, the long and narrow path finally becomes clear. The black lake and the majestic castle between the two steep mountains are eye-catching. Under the starlight, countless glass windows shine like diamonds, making people dazzled. Fantastic.

After the three of them got into the boat, another person came up.

Riddle glanced at the man. In the night, he could only see that it was a boy. He was silent and didn't speak, so he couldn't tell his identity.

The boat drove across the Black Lake and stopped at an underground port, and everyone continued to climb up along a passage.With the light in Ogg's hand, who was leading the way, Riddle could clearly see the face of the man who was in the same boat as them.

Alphard Black.

Riddle frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed it again, focusing on Fiona.

The road became even more difficult to walk, and her body was clearly unable to support her. Just as he was considering when to ask for help, Alphard, who was traveling with him, reached out to support Fiona first.

"I can't walk very well either, let's support each other." He panted slightly.

Fiona reluctantly said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Riddle: "..."

It would be great if I could know the changes in her favorability with other people, and I could use it as a reference.

After climbing for a while, the freshmen finally came to a wet and flat grassland under the castle, panting and looking up at the splendid castle right in front of them.

"Ding." The system suddenly sounded, "The scene has been updated, and the reversion point has been covered."

Rollback point?

"What do you mean?" Riddle asked.

"It means that if you fail this time, you will appear here when you restart again." The system sighed after explaining, "It's really not