[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, It seems that he didn't expect him to ask such a simple question, which made Riddle shift his gaze to the side in a little embarrassment.

She tolerantly let him go, and said lightly: "In my opinion, free things have always been the most expensive. If you can enjoy eternal life by sacrificing other people's lives, but you don't have to pay any price, this There will be no accidents, sickness, and old age in the world, only murder. And as far as the known history is concerned, except for Nicole Flamel and his wife who can probably extend their lifespan to an unpredictable length by using the Philosopher’s Stone, there is no human being It is recorded as the achievement of 'eternal life'."

Riddle was suddenly awakened, "By the way, there is also the Philosopher's Stone."

How could you forget that this thing exists?Although he had always disdained to live forever on something that could be easily taken away, the Philosopher's Stone might work for Fiona!

"Dumbledore knows Nicole Flamel and his wife. Even if you can't borrow the Philosopher's Stone, if you sincerely beg him, you should be able to get some elixir made from the Philosopher's Stone."

Riddle's tone changed slightly because of his excitement. He didn't realize that he had used the word "begging", but he saw Fiona's gaze on him become calm and gentle.

She smiled and said softly: "Nicole Flamel and his wife are only immortal, and they are not immortal. It is enough to prove that the Philosopher's Stone can only provide the basic power to maintain life, but not the magical ability to maintain youth forever. My vitality comes from the soul. It is lost from the gap in my body, and far exceeds the aging rate of the body, it is hard to say how much the potion made by the Philosopher's Stone will have an effect on me."

The hope that came suddenly was suddenly withdrawn again. Riddle, who had lost his hope, looked a little ugly. He said unwillingly: "I have to try."

"Then give it a try." Fiona nodded and changed the subject lightly, "Is there anything else?"

Riddle said the Deathly Hallows again. When Fiona heard this, she took out a luxurious and simple black gemstone ring from her inner pocket, looked at it carefully for a while, and seemed to remember something, and a smile flashed across her lips, followed by another soft and heavy sigh.

"Only those who are in a desperate situation will turn their hope to myths and fairy tales." She looked at Riddle, those blue eyes that had always been tempered with thin ice were like soft lake water, wrapping him airtightly, "Tom , Did I make you feel the pain of despair?"

It was a very light sentence, but it was thrown into Riddle's heart like a stone, splashing all kinds of complicated and unspeakable flavors.He thought of backtracking time and time again, step by step compromise and retreat; he thought of the cynicism and sarcasm that the system trampled on his dignity, which made him almost crush his teeth; Traveling around the world, while avoiding the attention of the saints of Grindelwald, like refugees in a famine turning over every stone to find food, searching in vain for vitality from historical records and legends everywhere.

The girl in front of her didn't know what he had been through, but she always seemed to be able to see through his disguise and stare at his soul—his dirty, corrupted, twisted soul that was broken and put together again.She sniffed it, touched it, hugged it, and seeing the imprint of humiliation and exhaustion on his soul, she asked worriedly, "Are you in pain?"

Seeing that Riddle was silent, Fiona said again: "Don't become a trapped animal for me, you are free."

The anger and resentment that had been accumulated for a long time, lurking under the love, gradually melted away in Fiona's soft voice. Riddle hugged her and leaned back into the armchair, his bony and thin body filled his His chest made him feel a heavy solidity that he couldn't help sighing from the depths of his throat.

I don't know if I should be thankful for this, but Riddle found that he didn't elevate his despicable personality because of the so-called love. What he said was to take back what she couldn't grasp for Fiona, but in his heart he really It's about grabbing what you want.

He wanted to catch her and keep her, all he couldn't bear was the pain of losing her.

"I'm not in despair." Riddle stroked the long hair of the man in his arms from head to tail, and said in a low voice, "You gave me hope."

Fiona half-closed her eyes comfortably. "Well, maybe we see the same thing."

The spacious armchair is like half-closed palms, supporting two people who are snuggling together.They were silent, yet they talked to each other more than ever.

When Fiona was almost falling asleep, Riddle sat up a little bit, breaking the atmosphere like a sweet dream, and walking into reality soberly.

"Then, I will go to Dumbledore first. He may not agree directly, and he may not be able to find Nicole Flamel and his wife for a while, so I have to prepare early. If the potion made by the Philosopher's Stone is useless to you , then I still have to think about how to collect the Deathly Hallows."

"Well," Fiona seemed to be discussing things that were not about her own life, and said lazily, "Since you even want to try the Deathly Hallows, why don't you try something that is easier to achieve in your capacity? ?”

"What do you mean?" Riddle said, not understanding her.

"Salazar Slytherin's legacy to his heirs."

"Except for the basilisk in the secret room—" Riddle's voice stopped abruptly, and the images of Fiona looking at the wall in thought for many times flashed in his mind like lightning, and then the walls and stone pillars in the secret room emerged recurring engravings.

——The coiled basilisk does not have a menacing look, but a crown on its head and deep eyes.

Riddle remembered that when he opened the secret room after rebirth, he had planned to find out the secrets of Salazar's past from the basilisk, and tried to dig out a few words related to eternal life through Salazar's whereabouts, but the basilisk's thinking was simple and his mind was weak. Chaos is like a young child, making it difficult to communicate effectively.And his attention was quickly taken away by Fiona, and he left the basilisk at Gaunt's old house to guard another disappearing cabinet, and occasionally acted as a comforting toy to make Fiona happy.

And think of Ravenclaw's diadem, Riddle has touched it and knows its magical powers well, enchanted by Rowena Ravenclaw to increase the wits of the wearer, even the dullest fool , Wearing it can easily learn knowledge that is impossible to master, and speak the most philosophical maxims.

So, what about connecting these two seemingly unrelated things, like putting the Ravenclaw diadem on the basilisk?

Resisting the urge to rush to the test immediately, Riddle was overjoyed and pinched the back of Fiona's neck lightly, complaining half-truthfully, "Your lips are sealed with gold or beeswax." Can you? You can remind me earlier."

He is also convinced, when it comes to the ability to hide his thoughts, the stone statues in the castle will bow down to Fiona.

Fiona raised her head with an innocent expression, "So you really didn't expect it? If I remember correctly, I should have confirmed to you whether the basilisk's head is the crown of Ravenclaw."

Riddle: "..."

"Besides, I don't know where the crown is left, so you can only imagine it if you tell it earlier."

Finally catching Fiona's little omission, Riddle consciously made a comeback and kissed her happily, "Then you are wrong, no one knows where it is better than me."

77. Raiders No.70 Seven steps are always necessary, together

Knockturn Alley is always filled with a dark dampness, blood and corruption bred by crime, and the indifferent smell of gold coins that no one can tell the origin of piled up in the dust.

After disguising, Riddle walked calmly in the cold narrow alley, still dressed in the same rough manner as last time.His stature is equivalent to that of an ordinary adult, and his behavior is as loose as if he is in his own backyard. This time, no one without eyes tried to stop him. He wandered to the familiar shop, pushed the door and slammed The bell on the door rang.

"Welcome—" Bo Jin, who was making plans, raised his head with a smirk. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the person walking in. He looked at it carefully for a moment, and the dressing style that had taken a place in his memory made him quickly recognize the person in front of him. people.

So he pulled the corners of his mouth to an exaggerated level, "Ah, look who it is! Mr. V, although I haven't seen you for two years, I miss you every day."

While talking, Bokin came out from behind the counter courteously, Riddle casually observed the layout of the store, and said in a cold tone that was completely opposite to Bokin: "Of course, Mr. Bokin, the money I let you make is worth your money." Remember me for the rest of your life.”

As the owner of a black shop and a money-hungry businessman, Bo Jin has heard more harsh words than beggars on the street. He didn't take it seriously at all. He bent down a little lower with an awkward smile, and complimented : "It's also worthy of me being your most loyal friend——Mr. V, do you need something when you come this time, or..." There was a look of expectation in his eyes.

Obtaining the information he wanted from Bojin's reaction, Riddle nodded in satisfaction, "I did bring something good, and the value of this item is no less than the Ravenclaw's crown I told you about last time."

Borgin's eyes almost burst into golden light, and he said loudly in the tone of a Muggle praising God: "Mr. V, you are simply the most capable person I have ever met! Are you the giant guarding Gringotts?" Dragon?"

"But—" Riddle dragged out his tone casually, "Unfortunately, this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to earn that much."

The smile froze on his face, Bo