[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Just take another's life. "

Riddle couldn't understand her theory at all, "Isn't it necessary for you to kill Avery?"

"Needed."

"What's the difference?"

"Everywhere is different."

"It looks the same to me!" Riddle couldn't help arguing with her, "You think he betrayed me and might hurt me, so you killed him, just like I think your life is very important, a little Maybe it's worth killing anyone who stands in my way. Dear Fiona, don't you still expect that this world where the strong are respected will take pity on you, treat you leniently, and generously let you survive because of your kindness? "

Fiona was not annoyed by Riddle's fierce tone, she looked at Riddle with an unhappy face, and there was a look in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Riddle had to force himself to restrain his anger, restrained his temper and asked patiently: "What is the reason? Can't you tell me?"

After a long silence, when Riddle was about to give up and get an answer, Fiona said softly: "It is precisely because I want to survive that I want to hold our souls. I used to live too much as I wanted, because I There is no where and no way to go, so I can care about nothing. But now, I have fear. Tom, I am afraid that our souls have sunk too deep, and we will not be allowed to return to the world."

"..."

All the anger was vented, and his heart softened, Riddle no longer thought about how to act the most convenient and worry-free, and only cared about the person in front of him.

This perverted girl full of eccentricities likes to hide her thoughts deeply and deeply, and if she is negligent, she will miss important signals.

Riddle kissed Fiona's heart, with a gentle tone: "Don't worry, nothing can take you away."

Whether it's hell or the world, they always want to be together.

78. Raiders No.70 Kill in eight steps and resurrect again

Taking advantage of the absence of the house-elf and Hepzibah's confusion, Riddle put away the box containing the crown, then opened another box, and took out the Slytherin locket inside.

The golden chain held a lot of weight in his hand. Riddle stroked the glittering snake-shaped S pattern on the locket, and Merope Gaunt flashed in his mind.

He once despised her stupidity and short-sightedness, and easily sold a priceless treasure at a low price, but thinking of his speculation that Merope chose Wu's Orphanage, it seems that even this desperate behavior has become more serious. Complicated interpretation.

The world seemed to have changed in Riddle's eyes unconsciously.

All the people before were just empty symbols to him, living portraits nailed to the wall, puppets with their mouths open but unable to make a sound, he couldn't hear their cries, he couldn't see them With painful expressions, he can analyze their thoughts and know how to provoke and use them, but he can't feel their truth.

And now he finally vaguely realized that those people, like him, were all alive.

Just like Fiona.

Of course, it's also completely different from Fiona.

Without thinking about it, Riddle put away the diadem, locket and Hufflepuff's gold cup, walked up to Fiona and wanted to take her away, but saw her staring at Hepzibah thoughtfully , and glanced at him incidentally.

"What's the matter?" Riddle became cautious, usually Fiona's expression meant that things were not that simple.

"I remembered something."

"what?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fiona's lips, "You should remember the first time we met, right? In the train compartment, the pose you posed was very beautiful. Whether it's light, shadow or composition, it's as perfect as an oil painting , left a deep impression on me—it seems that, just like dealing with this old lady, you are also prepared for me?"

Riddle: "..."

He deeply realized that what Abraxas Malfoy once said, "All women have the ability to turn over old scores without a teacher, has the ability to be comparable to an excellent Auror" is indeed a story that has gone through countless tears. The truth tested by practice.

Undoubtedly, Fiona's level is naturally equivalent to the head magician of the Wizengamot.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 10, and the current favorability is 89."

"!" Riddle almost lost control of his facial expressions.

Then there was another "ding" that nearly stopped his heartbeat.

"The target favorability is increased by 10, and the current favorability is 99."

"..." The heart not only resumed beating, but also beat a few more times by the way.

Fiona smiled faintly, "Beautiful things should be displayed well."

The meaningful tone made Riddle dare not speak for a while.

"But if you're too careless, you'll attract robbers, like this lovely old lady. Don't you, Tom?"

"You're right." Riddle tried his best to maintain his composure, and said seriously, "Keep it carefully."

Afraid of further incidents, Riddle quickly apparated to Gaunt's old house with his arms around Fiona.

He went into the deep forest and found a huge oak tree.This oak tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, the crown is huge, and it seems to be full of life. However, the roots of the tree were hollowed out by lightning strikes, forming a hollow enough to accommodate two or three people.

Riddle knocked on the tree trunk and said in snake language, "Come out."

After a while, the branches and leaves of the oak tree began to tremble slightly, and clusters of fine snow fell from the leaves. Riddle looked back and confirmed that Fiona was standing far away from the canopy with her eyes closed. He turned back to stare at the tree hole.

After a few breaths, the soft soil under the tree hole was pushed away, and with the sound of the soil and dead leaves bouncing off, a huge snake head emerged from the ground, and the orange snake eyes showed inhuman indifference It turned and finally landed on Riddle.

"You...caused me...sleeping again...Master." The basilisk complained with an air of getting up.

Not long ago, it was called up to guard an inedible corpse, and now it was forcibly awakened from hibernation, and the mood was really not good.

Since Fiona was by his side, Riddle reluctantly comforted him: "I'll shoot you a fat deer later."

The basilisk got a little excited, and slowly swam to Riddle's feet, raised its head and shook it in Fiona's direction, "I want...to touch my head..."

Fiona heard it, she stretched out her hand out of feeling, the basilisk automatically placed its head in her small palm, flicking its tail happily, while Riddle brushed off the slush splashed on his body expressionlessly .

When the man and the basilisk were finally warmed up, he found a chance to intervene between them, and hastily put the Ravenclaw crown on the basilisk's head.

"Rowena's..." the basilisk said, shaking its head, "I like... this little girl...she..."

The sound of the basilisk stopped abruptly, and the shaking body suddenly froze into stillness, as if a mechanism in the body had been activated, and the two black vertical lines in the lantern-like pupils of the snake trembled violently, spreading strangely. Shrink again.

"Be careful." Riddle took two steps back and stood in front of Fiona, aiming the wand in his hand at the basilisk to prevent the basilisk from losing control and attacking them.

The woods were so quiet for a moment that even the sound of leaves falling on the snow could be heard. The two people and a basilisk held their breath and remained still. Fiona could not see the change of the basilisk with her eyes closed, but she felt something, His brows tightened.

"It's emotionally gone," she said softly.

At the same time, the still basilisk moved slightly.

Obviously the basilisk cannot see things with its eyes, but Riddle clearly sensed that the pair of vertical pupils were focusing on him at the moment, and it was condescendingly examining him.

That line of sight was as heavy as substance, and a strong sense of oppression poured down like ice water. Riddle's hand holding the wand slowly seeped moisture, and every pore seemed to be clamoring for danger.

attack?Or run away?

Under the pressure of life and death, Riddle's mind cleared up instead, and he said quickly in a low voice: "If the situation is not right, turn around and run, don't look back."

After a beat late, Fiona responded, "Yes."

The basilisk turned its head twice, moved its body as if no one was there, and then hissed at them who were nervous and alert: "It is good to be alert, but there is no need to be nervous."

Riddle found that it spoke clearly and fluently, no longer like a learning parrot, but like a human being with wisdom and emotions.

Also, it understood what he and Fiona were saying.

Not sure if a basilisk could read his expression, Riddle routinely smiled mildly, exuding bewildering kindness.

"It seems that you can communicate effectively with us now. Before we talk, let me make sure that you are not hostile to us?"

"Maybe." The basilisk gave a vague answer.

Riddle remained calm, "So, do you still remember who we are and know my identity?"

"Well, let me see, it's a bit troublesome to search for Lamia's memory. It has always left little useful things in its mind except for eating..."

Lamia?Is it the name of the basilisk?Who is that speaking?Riddle's thoughts changed sharply.

"Oh, Tom Riddle, scion of Slytherin, of course, pure Parseltongue... eh? You let Lamia eat your uncle—" The basilisk paused, Riddle's heart ached. Follow closely.

"-Blood relatives, best friends turned against each other, lovers separated, it seems that the curse parasitic in Slytherin's blood has not been broken." The basilisk's hiss could not hear the fluctuation of the tone, but the vicissitudes in the tone seemed to be After thousands of years of wind and dust.

Riddle is still considering