[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

We would be more than happy if the meal wasn't already prepared at home.I believe it will not be long before we shall meet Miss Giger. "

Mrs. Giger wanted to say something else, but Mr. Giger gently pinched her hand and persuaded in a low voice: "My dear, don't delay these two children from going home for dinner, Fiona must be waiting for us too. "

Mrs. Giger sat back in the car disappointed, and came out with another paper bag, "This is the sponge cake pudding we bought at Old Hans's. If it weren't for your cake, we would have to rely on it to coax Fei today." Ona. Please take it, or I really don't know how to express my thanks."

Riddle did not refuse, and took it over to thank him, "So, goodbye, Mr. Giger, Mrs. Giger, I wish you a Merry Christmas, and help me say happy birthday to Miss Giger."

"You too, Merry Christmas."

The four waved goodbye, Riddle pulled Fiona and turned around, walked towards the house across the street from the Giger couple's house, where the house number No. 13 was hung, surrounded by a low fence wall with climbing The petunias are still in full bloom in the cold wind.

Riddle pushed open the iron gate and walked in. The snow on the path paved with stone slabs was swept away. Many shrubs and small trees were planted on the lawn on both sides of the courtyard. In the yard behind the house, several tall trees could be seen. Trees, I couldn't tell what kind of trees they were for a while at night.

"Are they—my parents?" Fiona asked in a determined tone as she stepped up the doorstep.

"Yes." Riddle nodded affirmatively.

"Where's Fiona?"

"A ghost that lives in their hearts - a ghost they would rather live with than believe that their daughter left them."

After a moment of silence, Fiona said indifferently, "Is this the gift you gave me?"

Riddle shook his head, and he took out a small gold-plated key from his pocket—it looked similar to the one he had given Fiona last time, but it was not the same.

Opening Fiona's hand, Riddle pressed the key into her palm again, and said softly, "Go and open your birthday present, Miss Fiona Giger."

The key in her hand also shone a little bit of golden light in the night, Fiona stared at it for a long time, as if she was trying to find something out of it, or she suddenly forgot how to use a key.

She raised her head and looked at Riddle, her eyes were almost confused and bewildered, like a bird that lost its direction in a rainy night, and the weakness revealed at this moment made Riddle's heart tremble slightly.

Fiona held the key and slowly stretched out her hand, hesitatingly and tentatively inserting the key into the keyhole bit by bit.The deadbolt turned, and the door opened with a sound. Riddle waved his wand, and the dark house was suddenly lit up with lights.

Rough grained dark wood floors, olive green wallpaper, two armchairs in front of the pine marble fireplace, and a few suede pillows piled on the plum-colored sofa.Muggle style kitchen with unidentified utensils and some nice plates and tea cups, living room with one wall of windows looking out to the garden, three windows looking out to the yard, and two windows just in time to see House across the road.The bookshelves in the study are filled with books that look like the kind Fiona would like.

There are also bedrooms on the second floor, one of which is obviously a girl's boudoir. There is a four-poster bed with white veil hanging in the room, a dressing table full of odds and ends, and a wardrobe with various dresses—very It has a breath of life, as if a girl has been living here.

"I copied the bedroom that the Gigers gave you," Riddle said. "I don't think you'll like it—but it should be yours."

"Belongs to me?" Fiona murmured and repeated. She gave a bleak smile and shook her head. "There is nothing that should belong to me. It should belong to that ghost. At least ghosts can exist forever."

If Riddle hadn't already known the truth, he probably wouldn't be able to understand the subconscious meaning of this sentence, but now he understands that a person who is waiting to die will not think that he should have anything.

"This cornflower belongs to you," Riddle said slowly, raising his hand to touch the flower on her head. "The street we walked, and all the scenery along the street belong to you. And this— He held up the paper bag exuding a sweet fragrance in his hand, "As long as you want, including me—"

After a pause, Riddle recalled what Fiona had said to him, "I don't belong to you", smiled in a self-conscious way, and continued: "——It can all belong to you."

Fiona looked at Riddle, who had a calm tone but extremely focused eyes, and glanced over the paper bag in his hand, flickering fiercely for a while, and then returned to calm.

She said seriously and warned: "Tom, the person who has nothing and wants nothing at the same time is the least likely to be crushed. Don't give me the illusion that I can catch something-the consequences of failure may be terrible."

"I promised you," Riddle bowed his head and kissed Fiona's forehead lightly, staring into her eyes and said, "If you can't catch it, I will help you get it back. What you want, I will give it to you. I Countless lies have been told, but this one is not."

Fiona raised her head and looked deeply into Riddle's eyes, "What about you? What do you want?"

Her tone was very solemn, as if she was asking the businessman for a reward that she probably couldn't afford, and she was deliberating whether to complete the deal regardless of the cost.

What does he want?

Riddle was silent for a while.

He wanted her unreserved love, wanted to end this task that was making him gradually lose himself as soon as possible, wanted to regain his unshackled life, and wanted to become the master of the world.

"I want you alive," Riddle said.

The eyes, which were similar in color to cornflowers, opened slightly, and after a while, they slowly curved again.

"Ding. Add 4 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 99."

76. Raiders No.70 Six Steps Willows Are Dark, Flowers Are Bright

With only one step away from victory, Riddle should feel ecstatic, but on the contrary, an indescribable fear permeated his heart.As if a lone traveler walking in the dark night sees a light suddenly appearing in front of him, the first emotion that pops up will definitely not be joy, but surprise.

The time spent on the first six opportunities adds up to nearly five years, which is neither too long nor too short, but it is enough for Riddle to grasp a sign that is not a rule.

Whenever he feels that success is at his fingertips—it’s hard not to suspect that there is a systematic targeting—an accident that he can’t turn around will happen, or he will go into a dead end that he can’t turn back.

In the past, Luozi still had the opportunity to repent and start again. This time, he has no way out. There is a cliff in front of him in an unknown direction, and the scythe of death is constantly waving behind him. He can neither stop nor rush forward. Every step feels like walking on a single-plank bridge that is about to break, and there is a huge mouth full of sharp teeth in the abyss below, ready to meet his fall.

In fact, Riddle once imagined a possibility. Maybe he was not reborn at all, and he didn’t have any system or mission. Even Fiona was a fabricated illusion. The vile felony that slaughters and splits souls, admire the ugliness of his futile struggle.

But he never wastes time arguing about issues that have no practical significance. Even if it is really just a game that must be lost, he can't docilely lie on the guillotine and let the guillotine fall slowly and teasingly. cut off his neck.

What's more, Fiona hasn't found a way to untie the knot of life, the knife fell, and the heads of two people might roll together-this scene is too ironic, and such thoughts just popped in my mind It was unbearable for him to pass by.

"You seem to be very anxious." Fiona was keenly aware of Riddle's mood. She looked at him with a concern that was rarely seen before. "What are you worried about?"

Riddle wanted to pass this question with a smile, but Fiona said in a bright tone, "Tell me, I will help you solve it." Although there was an attitude of putting him in a weak position that needed help, but in it The care contained subtly made him feel good.

After thinking about it, Riddle said frankly: "As for how to keep you alive, I'm still at a loss."

This was the first time he faced up to and revealed to another person his own powerlessness in a certain way—he always thought that he was omnipotent, and forcefully instilled this idea into everyone's mind.But in front of Fiona, he no longer minded showing that he was not so perfect and invulnerable.

Without asking how Riddle knew about her condition, Fiona thought for a while and asked, "You wouldn't come to such a conclusion without taking sufficient action. Could it be that before I knew about it, you had experimented?" By some means?"

Riddle didn't deny it, she gave him a meaningful look, and continued to ask, pointing to the center of gravity: "Is there anything else in your hand that needs my cooperation?"

After thinking about it, Riddle brought up the Horcrux.

"Horcruxes?" Apparently Fiona hadn't read the book that had given Riddle a heart attack for a long time.

Riddle explained to her, but Fiona flatly refused before mentioning the negative consequences.

"Why?" Riddle wasn't surprised by Fiona's attitude, but he wanted to know whether she was unmoved by the temptation of the Horcrux because she resisted immortality, or because she saw the traps in it.

Fiona casts a surprised glance at Riddle