[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

What, they deserve it anyway.

Fiona didn't answer Riddle's question. She pointed to the carvings on the wall and said, "I've always been a little curious. Why do the basilisks in the Chamber of Secrets wear Ravenclaw crowns?"

Riddle laughed angrily, "I've always wondered why I asked now?" The topic was changed too bluntly.

But Fiona showed such obvious reluctance to answer, instead of just fooling around, which made him even more curious.

"Then I killed your competent subordinate, why did you help me deal with it without even asking?" Fiona asked back.

"I don't think it's necessary to ask." Riddle said without thinking.

Let alone Avery, just say how many times Fiona "killed" him, how could he still ask her why?Is there any chance to get it back in the future?I still don't recognize it.

Of course Riddle would not accept his fate, he just admitted to Fiona.

"Ding. Add 3 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 94."

Fiona watched him for a moment.

"He asked me about your secrets," she said slowly. "He wanted to get hold of you."

Riddle raised his eyebrows,

It didn't surprise him that Avery did this. He didn't expect absolute loyalty to anyone.What's more, he doesn't have enough threatening power to deter others now, and Avery always likes to make some small thoughts that are not on the table, and it is normal to want to use his secrets to manipulate him.

So, is Fiona mad that Avery betrayed him?

This guess made Riddle feel a little happy, but he didn't think so.How could Fiona know him so well that she didn't know that he didn't care about low-level tricks.

What is that for?

Was there any other significance to Avery's behavior?It was impossible for Fiona to tell Avery his secret, so she should know that Avery couldn't use any excuses to hurt... him.

Hurt—was Fiona angry that Avery wanted to hurt him?

Riddle woke up like a dream.

Of course she knew that it was impossible, but just the intention to hurt him was enough to violate her restricted area?

A joy that he had never felt before—it seemed impossible to use joy to describe this strong emotion that rolled through his body like a hurricane, but Riddle didn't know how to name it, it made his head dizzy, his feet fluttered, He grinned uncontrollably, with a bright and exaggerated smile.

Riddle hugged Fiona, put his forehead against her forehead, and said with a sigh: "Fiona, my Fiona...why are you so cute."

He grabbed an adjective hastily, and then felt that it was completely appropriate for Fiona.

Riddle even hoped that more people would trouble him, he really wanted to see Fiona kill someone for him.

That expression should be charming enough to drive him crazy.

The system snorted coldly: "It's enough for you to be crazy, let this world go."

74. Strategy No.70 Four steps are right, he dare not

Avery's body was found by his owl. The red-horned owl rushed into the auditorium like crazy, hit the long table with its head and wailed, and its feathers flew into the students' dinner plates and milk glasses. It caused a mess.

Dumbledore first noticed something was wrong, followed the owl to the owl tower, and finally found the body that had been soaked in water all night and was beyond recognition.Afterwards, the Avery couple hurried to the school to confirm the identity of the body. Mrs. Avery fainted several times from crying, and Mr. Avery's eyes were bloodshot because of the endless tears.

Especially after hearing Yardley say that Avery went to the Owl Tower to send them a letter, just to ask for something they didn't want to give him, the poor middle-aged parents who lost their children cried even more. Ghosts buried their heads in the floor silently.

Yardley blamed himself very much, "If only I could persuade him at that time, or I should have gone with him."

If you go, one more person will die.

Riddle put on a sad expression consistent with those around him, patted Yardley on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Except fate, no one should be responsible for an unexpected accident."

Sniffing, Yardley glanced at Fiona, who was indifferent, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to remind her that even if she is pretending, she should pretend to be sad?"

Now, unlike before, Fiona standing next to Riddle is no longer a little transparent that no one pays attention to. If everyone finds out that she didn't show the slightest sadness over the death of a classmate, it will definitely attract a lot of criticism.

Glancing at Fiona, Riddle smiled and said nothing.He just loves to see Fiona's cold and indifferent appearance, like a carefully carved ivory statue, even if it is fished out of the sludge of sin, it still looks white and smooth, ruthless and moving.

Of course, what he likes to see more is the way she is angry for him and smiles at him, as if this statue can only be awakened by him.

For no reason, Riddle suddenly remembered the notebook Horcrux he had made. The holder seemed special and unique to him in the notebook, but from the perspective of the Horcrux, it was just for him to absorb Vitality food.

For Fiona, could he also be regarded as a constant source of energy for her?

This thought only flashed for a moment, and Riddle stopped thinking about it.He wasn't Fiona, and he wasn't interested in getting to the bottom of such meaningless, esoteric issues.He just needs to be sure that he does occupy an incomparable position with Fiona.

What Yardley feared didn't happen, for the heaviness that had gathered at the school was soon replaced by the joy of the Christmas holidays.

"Death is only a tragedy for some people, but for more people, it is more like a carnival." The perpetrator who caused a tragedy said plainly.

See, this moody executioner is also a tricky philosopher - and the only thing these two identities have in common is presumably not taking death seriously, whether it's someone else's or your own.

"You're right." Riddle indulged.

And Christmas reminded Riddle of another thing.

How should he solve the problems of Fiona's parents?Or erase their memories according to Fiona's wishes like last time?This seemed like a surefire way to never go wrong.

But the lonely expression in the snow and the lonely figure watching the house from afar reappeared repeatedly in Riddle's mind, and he found helplessly that he was completely unable to watch Fiona's pain and feel giddy about it. happiness.

He wants her to be happy.Or, at least not to be sad.

If only there was a mirror to reflect the image of the heart.Riddle thought sarcastically.He really wanted to see what absurdly weird things he had become.

The holiday came as promised, and Riddle didn't tell Fiona about her parents. The two spent a week at school, and he took Fiona to London on Christmas Eve.

The bombing seems to have just come to an end, and when you look up, you can see thick smoke billowing from all directions.Some houses collapsed, and some were still intact, but the walls were covered with thick black ash, the snow-covered road was potholed, dirty and muddy, and the air was full of the pungent smell of burning and melting tar.

But the strange thing is that the street is not depressed. You can see pedestrians walking in a hurry but calmly, cars and buses that are still driving, and a few restaurants and bars that are still open. Working on the ground, in this dilapidated city filled with gunpowder smoke, panic and sorrow are rarely seen, and everyone seems to be indifferent to the devastation in front of them.

Such an unreasonable scene made Fiona a little surprised, she looked at Riddle questioningly, "Why didn't they escape?"

Riddle didn't really want to answer this question, but he still gave Fiona a detailed explanation, "In the beginning, many people fled to the countryside, and the Muggle government also organized the evacuation of the crowd, but many people were unwilling. Let's go, and it didn't take long for those who left to come back one after another. Now everyone here hides in the subway station or in the basement of their own homes when they receive the air raid warning, and continues to live normally when the air raid is over."

When he saw this scene for the first time, Riddle also found it incredible. He basically stayed at Hogwarts from the beginning to the end of the bombing, so he had never witnessed such a phenomenon.It wasn't until he came to London some time ago that he couldn't help but have a deeper understanding.

"They think this is not a war of the country, a war of soldiers, but a war that belongs to each of them. Even if they can't make an actual and effective confrontation, they just live here as if nothing happened, and face the people around them with a smile. Bombing is also a mockery and resistance to the enemy."

After finishing speaking, Riddle always felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help adding another harsh sentence, "Perhaps a spiritual victory is also a great victory to be proud of."

System: "You are right."

Riddle: "..." The arrow seemed to have pierced himself.

Fiona thought for a while, and soon figured it out, and said to herself: "The war has lasted too long, death has changed from a disaster to a normality, despair has hatched hatred, and fear will lose its deterrent power. Moreover, Germany is the teacher of injustice, and the indignation based on justice will form a strong group atmosphere, which in turn will lead to the courage to fear death. At this time, the hero is no longer someone, but everyone—everyone has The desire to be a hero. Well, Germany's defeat will be the inevitable end."