[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

stopped her.After a while, he felt a pair of hands encircling his back from under his ribs, caressing back and forth along his back, as if comforting him in turn.

Clenching his teeth, Riddle blinked his swollen eyes fiercely.

If there is a curse...

Not far away, the huge snake tail patted the bottom, and the basilisk hissed slowly: "I mean, I'm not sure."

Riddle looked up sharply.

"The soul has always been an area where magic stops. Just like Cadmus should not provoke the god of death, the soul should not be touched as a taboo for mortals, so I can't tell you how to heal a broken soul." Sa Racha said to Riddle, "But I sensed something familiar to me on your body, and they reminded me—the crown on my head should have contributed a lot——When I can't do something When the time comes, my best friends will always find a way."

No need for Salazar to say more, Riddle quickly took out the locket and the gold cup on his body, the basilisk swam close, touched the pendant with its front jaw, rubbed the gold cup again, and said nostalgicly: " And always, when we were at our wits end, the gentle and silent Helga took care of all our troubles."

"Can Hufflepuff's gold cup solve Fiona's problem?" Riddle asked urgently.

Salazar thought for a while, "I'm afraid it's not enough, there is one thing missing."

"What is it?"

"Godric's sword."

Riddle was taken aback.

"Helga's golden cup can revive a withered plant, my locket can keep a thing immortal for a long time, and Godric's sword is the only weapon that can work on the soul."

Salazar said unhurriedly: "The only effective way I can think of is to use a sword to strip her soul, use a locket to maintain her body, and put the broken soul into the golden cup, and rely on the power of the golden cup to repair the soul. .”

"You have to kill her first, and then save her."

79. Raiders No.70 Nine Steps Absolutely, Can’t Get It

"... Riddle."

"Mr. Riddle."

"Tom Riddle!"

Riddle finally came back to his senses, and saw Billy, the professor of herbalism standing beside him, looking down at him with slight displeasure, "Thanks to Merlin, my voice finally reached Mr. Riddle's ears. I have to suspect that this is the first time in the 20-plus minutes of class that you really put your eyes on me."

really.It was also at this moment that Riddle realized that he was taking herbal medicine class in the greenhouse, and at some point in his hand he grabbed a handful of pimple vines, all the pods on it had been picked off by him and thrown on the ground, and his fingers were cutting The stems and leaves on the vines were torn in pieces, and there was a blue-green sticky juice between the fingers.

Billy continued to mutter: "My request is to squeeze the pods, not to dismember the pimple vines, Tom, this is the first time you've made a mistake in my class—it's such a low-level mistake." Pause However, his long-standing affection for Riddle still made him slow down his tone, "Is there something wrong with you? The greenhouse is a bit stuffy. If you feel dizzy, you can go to the side to rest for a while."

In fact, the thoughts have not been fully returned, Riddle reflexively raised the corners of both lips, and the words of explanation reached his lips, but he was dragged back by a sudden surge of boredom.

He's tired of pretending to be a disgusting good boy and saying nice things to people who don't care at all!He doesn't want to waste any energy on others now.

Fortunately, the little reason left kept Riddle from revealing his true nature. He just lowered his eyes to show fatigue, and said a little coldly, "Sorry, professor."

"Oh," Riddle's reaction stunned Billy, "It's okay, of course, it's just a small mistake, I believe you will deal with it properly."

Riddle responded indifferently, and Billy, who was not originally a tough character, was made a little weak by his abnormality. While walking to see other students, he looked at him suspiciously and worriedly from time to time.

Not caring what Billy would think of him at all, Riddle glanced at his hands in disgust, turned his head, and looked at Fiona who was squatting next to him.

She was lowering her head and concentrated on squeezing the juice from the pods on the pimple vine. The movement skills in her hands were more delicate than those taught in textbooks, and she squeezed down the whole vine lightly and quickly, except for the stained tips of her index finger and thumb. After a little color, both hands are still white.

Staring at the pale side face protruding from behind the small piece of gray hair, Riddle unconsciously calmed down.

Fiona sometimes reminded him of an old abandoned lighthouse, standing silently in the deepest part of the storm, no matter how rough the storm's waves were.The boats thrown to the top of the waves can't see her, and she doesn't care about those who sink to the bottom of the sea with the broken side of the ship, and she doesn't even care whether the rising tide will submerge her.

As the storm swept across the world, she remained calm.

And he is her tower keeper.

In the abyss, he sank together with her.

"If you stay in a daze again, you won't be able to hand in your homework before get out of class ends."

A light and thin voice floated over, Riddle blinked his eyes, and saw that the small bucket in front of Fiona was almost full, so he changed his own empty bucket, and when she glanced over, he showed an innocent and serious look. Put on a flattering smile.

After watching him for a while, Fiona suddenly said, "I really want to see what your Animagus is."

Animagus?Riddle froze.He didn't practice it, because he didn't think it was necessary to master the magic that would be infected with animal habits after being transformed.

But since Fiona is curious, it's fine for him to try... But why is she suddenly curious about this?

"What do you think it would be?"

Fiona thought briefly. "I hope it's a hermit crab."

Hermit crab?Does this thing have anything to do with him?

Riddle really couldn't understand Fiona's weird thinking, "Why?"

"I want to see what you will find to make a house after you transform."

"..." The corner of Riddle's mouth twitched, "I'm trying to work hard in that direction."

"I said it casually, don't take it seriously." Fiona turned her head and continued to deal with the pimple vine in her hand.

Riddle was speechless for a while, and the cloud that had dissipated for a while slowly gathered between his brows again.

After class, Riddle didn't go to the auditorium for dinner with Fiona, he went to the principal's office alone.Dippet was a little surprised to see him, but he still welcomed the student he liked very much.

When he entered the door, Riddle looked around the office covertly. He didn't see Gryffindor's sword, but he saw the sorting hat on the shelf. The broken and dirty hat was rising and falling regularly. , making a slight snoring sound.

That Longbottom was the sword drawn from it, beheading Nagini.

Facing Dippet's kind eyes inquiring vaguely about the purpose of his visit, Riddle showed a slightly hesitant expression, as if he was hesitating whether what he was about to say was appropriate. Dippet smiled encouragingly at him when he saw this.

“As the principal, I am happy to help my students with any difficult problems—except for assignments assigned by professors,” he said humorously.

Riddle laughed, and then said with determination: "Sir, I am here this time to ask you something - about the family of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts. and deeds."

Dippet looked surprised: "Why do you want to know this?"

Riddle didn't answer, but took out a small box and handed it to Dippet. Dippet opened it and took a look, before reacting quickly.

"Could this be..."

"Yes, sir, this is the Slytherin locket."

"Why are you here?"

"A gift from a kind old lady," Riddle said frankly, and then sighed softly, revealing uncontrollable sadness, "At the same time, it is also a relic of my mother."

Not surprisingly, Dippet's focus was on the second half of the sentence.

"The relic... So, are you a descendant of Slytherin?" The shriveled and thin old man couldn't help standing up, looking at him carefully as if he was seeing Riddle for the first time.

The dozing portraits in the office also woke up with a start. They couldn't stick their heads out, but they kept their eyes wide open and tried to poke out from the canvas, buzzing and discussing.The Sorting Hat on the shelf also trembled, twisting its body and shouting, "Where is it, where is it? I heard Salazar's name!"

"Quiet!" Dippet, who was always weak, ordered loudly.

The portraits were reluctant to shut up, except for a certain headmaster with a goatee and high cheekbones, who couldn't stop his voice in time, and shouted excitedly: "Obviously, when Albus discussed with you last time, I said He must have the purest wizarding blood, and sooner or later he will have great success, is there anything more correct than assigning the descendants of Slytherin to Slytherin House?"

Dumbledore?He discussed him with Dippet?

Riddle lowered his eyes calmly.

"I'm really surprised, Phineas," a female headmistress sarcastically said, "I thought Black was the purest blood in the wizarding world in your heart."

"Silence!" Dippet raised the volume again, and when the office finally returned to silence, he panted slightly, and gave Riddle a more amiable smile than usual, "Okay, dear child, continue talking .What did you just say?"

"You asked me if I was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, sir," said Riddle, "to which I answer - yes."

Before Dippet could react, he changed his tone, looked directly at the principal and spoke in Parseltongue