[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

System: "Wonderful, penetrating into the inside, thought-provoking."

Riddle: "..." There are arrows all over his body.

For a moment, she was grateful that Fiona had never seen all his actions after the fifth grade, and Riddle changed the topic with a little guilt.

"Here," he pulled back the temporary blanket that was hung up as a door curtain, and led Fiona into a shop, "you should like the desserts here."

This is a dessert shop that was lucky enough not to be razed to the ground during the bombing. Judging from the decoration and area of ​​the shop, it should have been of high grade before, and the business was very good, but now the entire glass wall of the shop has been shattered. It was simply covered with plastic oiled paper as a windshield, the chandelier on the ceiling was gone, and a gloomy kerosene lamp was scribbled on.

However, both the outside and the inside of the store were cleaned very clean, without any gravel and dust. There was a row of wooden shelves in the innermost part of the store, and there were only a few small cakes, biscuits and a layer of bread on them.

Probably hearing Riddle's words, the man sitting on a lame armchair in the store raised his head from behind the newspaper. He had two mustaches and looked a little old, but his expression was full of energy.

"Of course, everyone in London likes my desserts. In the past, if you didn't get up early, you wouldn't be able to line up at all." He said proudly.

Seeing that Fiona's eyes had drifted to the shelf, Riddle put on a perfect false mask and smiled, "Good afternoon, sir, please give us a piece of Battenberg cake and a bag of scones."

The man in the armchair obviously hesitated for a moment, glanced at the door curtain, looked at the two people again, and then stood up slowly as if he had made a decision.

"Well, the last Battenberg cake and the last bag of scones - of course, there is only one a day now, food is more precious than gold, if it wasn't for my wife who couldn't stand the world without sweetness one day, I would be crazy Only then do you sprinkle the powdered sugar into the flour in generous handfuls."

While muttering, he carefully packed the things Riddle wanted and put them in a paper bag. Riddle paid the money and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, the lady next to me is about the same as your wife." have the same and correct opinion.”

The store owner immediately smiled, and he took another serious look at Fiona, shaking his head again and again, "This is not acceptable, little girl, you are very cute, but you are too thin, you have to grow more flesh like my wife, so Raise your fists during an argument, and the boy next to you won't dare to speak loudly."

Riddle: "..." Keep smiling.

Fiona glanced at Riddle thoughtfully, and said softly, "I think he probably wouldn't dare."

"Really?" The boss looked at Riddle with a smile.

"..." What could Riddle say, of course he could only say softly, "Her opinion is always correct."

After walking out of the shop, Riddle didn't use Apparation, and Fiona didn't ask him what he wanted to do. The two walked along the snow-covered road towards the gray sunset at the end.

They passed the church where Christmas Eve Mass was being held, the moat ditches filled with food beside the Tower of London, the theater where well-dressed upper-class people were entering one after another, the pub where the hostess blew kisses and winked to attract guests at the door, and gathered the scattered pages A bookstore that binds, a florist that delivers flowers to passers-by for free.

Riddle also got a cornflower, and the young woman who delivered the flowers winked at him. "It matches someone's eye color."

He thanked him and pinned the cornflowers in Fiona's hair.

They also met a one-legged entertainer on the corner of the street. His broken leg was covered with gauze and blood was seeping. Proud", with an intoxicated and leisurely expression.

Riddle and Fiona didn't speak, they looked in different directions and seemed to be thinking about different things.Until a wild cat ran past Fiona's feet when passing an alley, Riddle raised his hand to hold her shoulder, and when the wild cat disappeared, his hand slipped down and held her hand instead.

The two looked at each other, fingers interlocked and continued walking.

"It's not hard to see that war and death can never defeat human beings." Fiona summed up her thoughts along the way.

This conclusion is not in line with Riddle's usual cognition, but what he has seen and heard today makes it hard for him to deny it.

"Then what can?" he asked.

Fiona thought for a while, "I don't know. The weakness of life lies in fragility, so it is very simple to destroy human beings, a natural disaster, or an epidemic. But the weakness of human nature is too complicated, and everyone's weakness is different. If you want to come up with a method that can defeat all mankind, it may not be possible."

Perhaps it is necessary to change some strategies.Riddle thought.

75. Strategy No.70 Five steps to want, you are alive

The sky was getting darker, and the roads on both sides gradually changed from bustling shops to quiet residences. If they deviated from the central area, there was less artillery fire here, and most of the houses were neat and intact.The lights and the cheerful music celebrating Christmas flowed onto the road together, and there was no trace of war at all.

Passing by the street sign marked Mister Road, Riddle stopped outside the yard of a single-family villa. Fiona glanced over the number three on the house plate, and looked at the surrounding environment lightly, as if she was rapidly Gather information to deduce the intention of Riddle's actions.

"Actually, as long as you ask me, you can get an unreserved answer before you leave Hogwarts." Riddle was a little speechless about her unchanging demeanor.

"That would be too boring," Fiona smiled slightly. "A thought-out puzzle should be rewarded with a well-thought-out answer."

"But it's not a puzzle."

Fiona asked with interest, "What's that?"

"Gift." Riddle showed a sly smile that succeeded in calculation.

While talking, a car slowly approached from a distance, and the dazzling headlights were quickly turned off by the people in the car when they hit the two of them, obviously not wanting to affect them.

The car stopped beside them, and the man in the driver's seat opened the door and stuck his head out, and said gently, "Happy Christmas Eve, you two don't seem to be passing by my house, what's the matter?"

"Happy Christmas Eve, sir," Riddle said politely, "I'm Tom Riddle. I just moved across from you, and it happened to be the holidays, so I took the liberty of coming to visit."

As he spoke, he handed over the paper bag in his hand, "I don't have time to make something with my own hands, I hope you will like the cakes from Old Hans Dessert Shop."

"You are too polite, Mr. Riddle." The man got out of the car and took the bag. He did not take his attitude lightly because of Riddle's youth, and shook hands with him politely, "You are welcome to move here, I live here After ten years, you can always ask me if you have any questions. By the way, my name is Bernhard Giger, and this is my wife, Alisa."

Mrs. Giger also got out of the car, and she said happily: "Old Hans's Battenberg cake! I can already smell its fragrance. What an incredible coincidence, we just came from there, and we are disappointed that we didn't have an early morning." Go for a while."

Riddle made a surprised expression, "Really? I'm glad you like it."

"No, it's my daughter. She loves this food the most. Today is her birthday. I promised to bring her this back. God knows how much headache I have on the way. How can I explain to her later? You are God sent to give Are we little angels who give gifts?

"Maybe that's how God arranged it—to put it less respectfully, he likes to play the game of regaining the lost." Riddle smiled.

Startled for a moment, Mrs. Giger took a careful look at Riddle.The power supply in London is insufficient now, there are no street lights on the roads, and the lights in the car are not enough to illuminate Riddle's face. She can only tell from the voice that this is a well-educated tall boy, and she can't tell his age.

"You're really interesting." She turned to Fiona, who was half bowed her head beside Riddle, and bent slightly, "Who is this?"

Riddle didn't answer, he looked at Fiona, waiting for her to speak.Fiona slowly raised her face, stared at the charming and energetic woman in front of her, and said softly, "Fiona."

"Fiona?"

Mrs. Giger’s eyes were in a trance, and Mr. Giger next to her was shaken all over. He quickly held her arm, forced a smile and said hastily: “There are so many coincidences tonight that people can’t keep up. Sighing like this, our daughter is also named Fiona, who just turns 14 today, Miss Riddle, maybe you are still about the same age."

Apparently, Mr. Giger regarded Fiona as Riddle's younger sister. When Riddle heard it for the first time, he suddenly felt that the surname Riddle sounded particularly moving.

Fiona didn't correct the title, she turned her head to look at the house inside, and said softly, "Is it your birthday today... Wish her a happy birthday for me."

Mrs. Giger came back to her senses, she stared at Fiona eagerly, and said in a slightly abnormally excited tone: "Come in and sit down, Fiona must be very happy to see you, there are very few people of the same age around you. Our kids played with her. Just in time for us to enjoy this delicious cake, and we baked an apple pie at home, which used applesauce instead of fresh apples, but you will love it too."

Fiona bowed her head and said nothing, Mr. Giger's breathing was rough and heavy, Riddle laughed softly, "Please don't think that we are looking for excuses to decline, if