[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Fiona asked directly, "Who are you?"

The basilisk's gaze fell on Fiona, wondering if it was looking for related memories, it took a while before it spoke: "Before I answer, I have to give you a piece of advice, let people who are not of Slytherin blood Learning Parseltongue is not a wise choice."

"Why?" Riddle asked quickly.

"You are Salazar Slytherin." Fiona deduced flatly.

Riddle squeezed Fiona's hand, motioning her not to speak, Fiona squeezed back - Riddle found it difficult to interpret her meaning.

Regarding the small movements of the two of them, the basilisk didn't know whether it really couldn't see it or pretended not to see it. It swam and coiled its body, with its huge head resting comfortably on its body.

"Misfortune is a plague, and Parseltongues are not spared." The basilisk answered Riddle first, and then turned to Fiona unhurriedly, "As you can imagine, I am Salazar Slytherin. "

Salazar Slytherin?Why can people who have been dead for nearly a thousand years still speak with the mouth of a basilisk?

An incredible conjecture flashed through his mind, and Riddle blurted out, "You made the basilisk into a Horcrux?"

As soon as the words fell, the head of the basilisk struck Riddle like a bolt of lightning. The piercing wind was wrapped in a cold killing intent, oppressing him and not allowing him to make any resistance. The scarlet snake letter almost brushed against his face. tip of the nose.The basilisk stared grimly at Riddle, like a frozen frog.

"Horcrux..." said the basilisk, or the being within it that called itself Salazar Slytherin, slowly, "you know a lot, little one, and it looks like I have a pretty good offspring. Hope You haven't had time to ruin your soul, I would rather my offspring be mediocre than degenerate."

Pursing his lower lip, Riddle showed his super high psychological quality, and said in a respectful tone as usual: "I think you can rest assured that my soul is more complete than the full moon, and your descendants are as excellent as you expected." Then he tried to control the topic, "Since it's not a Horcrux, how did you manage to talk to us through the basilisk?"

The cold gaze continued to stare at Riddle for a while, as if confirming that he was not lying, the basilisk slowly retracted its head and returned to the previous comfortable posture, and said in a casual tone, "It's like making a portrait. It's a little trick. After getting old, there will be a lot of redundant memories in my mind. It’s a pity to forget them, and it’s useless to remember them. It’s better to seal them up, maybe—”

The basilisk couldn't make any expression on its face, but it could vaguely feel that it seemed to be smiling, and its voice turned faint, "It's just a little contradictory thought. I hope to keep that part of the past private, so that no one can hear it." , and expect them to become an indelible legend, to be eulogized by all people.”

"Then can I listen to it?" Riddle glanced at Fiona, helplessly seeing her eyes closed with interest. Obviously, her curiosity was triggered inappropriately.

"What do you want to know?" At this moment, Sara looked very good-tempered, as if the ferocity that threatened to kill people just now was just an illusion.

"It is said that you left Hogwarts because you disagreed with the other three companions. Is it true?"

Riddle: "..." Can she ask such a dangerous question without opening her mouth.

"It seems that you have doubts about this statement?" Salazar's tone was still very gentle, even if he borrowed the mouth of the basilisk, he could hear the slow tone from the strange hissing sound.

"I have doubts about anything that I have not personally verified." Even facing one of the founders of Hogwarts, Fiona still upholds her consistent philosophy.

"To be honest, you are much more interesting than my descendant." Salazar praised appreciatively, and then said, "My three best friends and I have known each other since we were young. We studied together, took risks together, and rescued Countless little wizards who were almost thrown into the fire and burned to death co-founded the first magic school, and it took decades to perfect it according to our own preferences. We have different personalities and different hobbies, and we often argue, Even fighting for their own opinions. Godric is rough, Rowena is stubborn, and Helga always cleans up the mess for us. However, you can suspect that the stars in the sky are the reflections of flames, and the rivers on the ground are cooling magma, but Do not doubt that our feelings will be frozen and shattered by our differences."

Indulging in memories made Salazar's voice gradually inaudible. When he realized that he had been silent for too long, he raised his volume casually, "But the rumors are true, I am indeed Hogg who left after a dispute. Watts."

Fiona pondered for a while, then asked: "Does it have something to do with what you just said—'the curse parasitic in the blood of Slytherin'?"

"You are too smart, little girl, you should learn how to restrain your superior wisdom." Salazar said coldly.

The threat hidden in the words did not stop Fiona from continuing to speak: "I have no intention of prying into your secrets, but I want to know what the curse you said is going on."

Glancing at Fiona who was persistently asking, Riddle took the words tactfully: "As your only descendant remaining in this world, I don't know anything about it, and I really need your advice."

"The only one? It would be a good thing if it could be cut off." Salazar said indifferently.

Hearing these words, Riddle and Fiona glanced at each other at the same time. During the brief meeting of eyes, they understood each other's thoughts, and each withdrew their gazes.

"Probably, it can do what you wish." Riddle smiled.

Salazar raised his head in surprise, swam around Riddle and Fiona, and observed them carefully, "Two interesting little guys." Then, he stopped in front of Fiona, "Take it out Well, I feel its ominous breath."

Fiona pondered for a moment, then took out the resurrection stone ring from her pocket, "You mean this?"

"That's right, that's right." The basilisk approached, spit out the snake letter and felt it, and whispered in a strange tone, "The trap of the god of death, the thing that brings misfortune to the undead, the origin of all disasters."

Riddle reached out and took the resurrection stone ring into his hand, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Cadmus Peverell, my ancestor and your ancestor, he was rebellious and tried to embarrass Death and challenge the authority of Death, so Death taught him a harsh lesson with this stone. He happily summoned the ghost of his beloved, but made her suffer day and night in this world. He thought it was just a punishment for him alone, but he didn't expect that the death's revenge spread to his entire family Descendants."

The basilisk swam back, away from the black gemstone in Riddle's hand, and said with a sigh: "Anyone who has touched this stone, or who has Cadmus' blood in his body, will die alone or be deserted. Suicide or love forever. Before me, without exception, after me—"

Huang Chengcheng's vertical pupils stared at Riddle, "The only remaining descendant of Cadmus, you will not be spared either."

Riddle's whole body was shaken by the words that seemed to be a sentence. He unconsciously squeezed the resurrection stone ring tightly in his hand, thinking of the end of the Gaunt family, his past life, and——

A cool and pale hand groped over and put it on Riddle's hand. He retreated reflexively, but the soft and slender hand firmly pushed aside his fingers, and put the finger in his palm. The deeply dented ring was taken back.

Riddle looked at Fiona, she said calmly, "I think it belongs to me now."

"But—" Riddle opened his mouth to speak, seeing that Fiona's eyes were closed, but her face was turned to him, showing an imposing manner that did not allow rebuttals. After a pause, he compromised half sweetly and half helplessly: "Okay, you put it away."

Turning his head to look at the basilisk, it was lying on the snow and watching them quietly, without saying a word.Riddle cleared his mind of disturbing thoughts, he still remembered his purpose in crowning the basilisk, and that was the most important thing right now.

"Respected Mr. Slytherin, the ancestors connected with my blood, you are one of the greatest wizards in history, you master the profound and profound magic that we can't imagine, I pray for help from you." Riddle First, he sent a bunch of beautiful words free of money, then explained Fiona's situation in detail, and finally asked with great expectation, "In this memory you have preserved, can you find a solution or just a way to ease her pain? ?”

"Hmm... Incomplete soul..." The basilisk lowered its head, as if it was retrieving the contents of its memory.

The time for waiting for the answer became extremely long, and Riddle felt a little anxious, but the opposite was Salazar Slytherin. He didn't dare to rush, for fear of annoying this ancestor with a cloudy personality, so he could only take a deep breath. A breath of cold air soothes the mood.

However, before the breath sank into his lungs, Salazar's voice first reached his ears: "No."

The airflow instantly turned into ice blades, piercing the chest with pain.

Unable to hold back a cough, Riddle stopped immediately, turned to Fiona and said, "It's okay, it's just an attempt, there are other ways."

There was no disappointment on Fiona's face, she nodded lightly in response to Riddle, "Yes."

Is she really indifferent to this result?

Riddle didn't think so, he knew she was just used to hiding all her emotions.He no longer comforted with words in vain, but embraced her tightly with open arms.