[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Say: "The Sorting Hat, listen, your former master, Godric Gryffindor, his most trusted friend - you should know who, he wants to ask you something."

From the corner of his eyes, the closed Sorting Hat twisted excitedly. Obviously, it could understand Riddle's Parseltongue.

"Oh, Parseltongue!" Dippet sighed in awe, "What were you talking about?"

"I introduced myself." Riddle shyly said, "It's not for showing off, it's just that Parseltongue is the most direct evidence of the descendants of Slytherin, so I want to prove it."

Dippet was not a staunch purist, but an excellent little wizard with a legendary surname certainly made him feel more affectionate and affectionate than an orphan from the Muggle world.

He sat back on the office chair, greeted Riddle affectionately to drink juice, and asked curiously how he discovered his life experience.

Riddle had already made up the perfect story about how his mother defied the family and eloped for love—not with a Muggle who hated wizards, but how she gave birth to him alone in the orphanage— My father is probably dead.

According to the suicide note left by his mother, he had known for a long time that his blood was inherited from the great Slytherin, but he was worried that his family would not recognize him, so he kept this secret in a low-key manner and did not show it off to those around him.And during this Christmas holiday, he accidentally discovered that his mother's family members had died, and he seemed to be the last legacy of Slytherin, so he wanted to ask the headmaster about his family history, and whether he really didn't have any relatives.

After listening to Riddle's narration, Dippet was very emotional, and once again believed that Riddle was really outstanding and humble, with impeccable talents and morals, and it was really rare to have treasures in his body and not show them to others.

"I understand your request very well. If I have one of the Big Four as my ancestor, I will also be eager to investigate their glorious past. Although I don't know much about this, but..."

"I understand!" The Sorting Hat screamed and interrupted Dippet. "Apart from the other three great wizards, who knows more about Salazar than I do? Let me talk to this little guy." explain!"

Dippet touched the few remaining white hairs on his head in surprise and embarrassment, "Well, I shouldn't forget you, so, Mr. Sorting Hat, please come and tell Tom about the things hidden in your head. The old story in the belly."

At this moment, the bell for the afternoon class rang, and Riddle hurriedly got up and said hastily, "Sorry, sir, I think I should go to class first."

"Then after you finish class..." Dippet nodded with a smile, but the Sorting Hat chimed in again, "Take me with you, hurry up, little guy! I can't tell you what I have to tell you for a month longer Finished, I don't have the patience to wait for you in the office every day!"

"This..." Riddle was a little surprised and a little bit happy, and looked at Dippet nervously, with expectations in his eyes, "Sir, is this okay?"

Dippet looked at him benevolently, "Of course, I fully respect Mr. Sorting Hat's thoughts."

Riddle bowed gratefully, put on the sorting hat and left the principal's office.

When he came out from the gargoyle, the Sorting Hat yelled impatiently: "You said..."

"Shut up!" Riddle shouted in a low voice, "Don't talk, just wait patiently."

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, the Sorting Hat completely settled down.

Riddle hurried to the classroom. The afternoon class was Transfiguration. Dumbledore simply asked him about his lateness, but didn't say much.He sat down on the seat as if nothing had happened, and exchanged a look with Fiona next to him.

Fiona's eyes flicked to his chest, which was stuffed with the sorting hat, and then turned her head to continue listening to the class.Riddle also spread out the textbook. It was inconvenient for Dumbledore to lose his mind during the class. He made a serious posture and listened to a few words before he felt the clothes on his waist being pulled slightly.

His upper body moved back a little bit, Riddle quickly looked down, and through the gap between the desk and his body, he saw a Bai Shengsheng's hand withdrawing from his pocket with incomparable dexterity, like picking up herbs. As brisk and skillful as when handling pods in the lessons learned.

He glanced to the side again. The girl at the next table was holding a quill in her right hand, and she was seriously taking notes with her head down. The left hand she just retracted brushed her hair behind her ear, and then put it on the table naturally. I don't know what little tricks he did sneakily.

Riddle returned his gaze to Dumbledore, but his hands dropped and reached into his pockets.

When the fingers touch a few small hard things, the touch of cellophane and the rustling sound indicate their identities—a few candies.

Riddle was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

He hasn't had lunch yet.

"Riddle," his eyes focused, Riddle saw Dumbledore looking at him through his glasses with a hidden smile on his face, "Did Peeves write a letter on my face in ink when I was taking a nap at noon?" Is it a joke?"

"Uh, no, Professor." Riddle didn't know why.

"Then it can only be that my nose is too funny, otherwise why do you keep staring at me and laughing?"

"..."

Quickly flattening the corners of his mouth that had turned up unconsciously, Riddle heard a faint chuckle from beside him.

In the evening, Riddle went to Gaunt's old house alone through the disappearing cabinet.

He took out the sorting hat and said to the crowned basilisk, "Dear Mr. Slytherin, I brought you the sorting hat."

"Salazar? Where is it?" The hat twisted excitedly in Riddle's hand, but it only saw the basilisk slowly sliding in front of it, and said very unhappy, "You let this ugly thing get away from me Further."

"Leslie, you are better at holding grudges than your master. Lamia just swallowed you once, and then spit it out again intact." The Basilisk swam to the Sorting Hat and said.

It doesn't matter if the basilisk has a name, but even the Sorting Hat has a name?

Shouldn't they still have birthdays like people?Riddle thought mockingly with a smile.

"'Just'? Godric used the Cleansing Charm fifty times for this, and I was soaked in the pool for a day and a night!" The Sorting Hat understood what the basilisk said, and protested its understatement in English sharply.

"Then you don't have to worry about it now," the basilisk opened its huge mouth, as if it wanted to swallow it again, "No one will torture you with cleanliness attacks anymore."

The Sorting Hat let out a terrible howl, and Riddle had to bury it in the snow to block its noise.The basilisk fished the Sorting Hat out of the snow with its snake tail, put it on its tail and flicked it.

"Stop barking, I won't play with you anymore." It said softly.

After a moment of silence, the Sorting Hat suddenly whimpered, "Salazar... it's really you, you haven't come back, we miss you very much, Rowena is very ill... Godric..."

"Okay," Snake Eyes turned to Riddle, and Salazar drove them away without tact, "You go to the house first, we will call you after we finish talking."

Riddle nodded with a smile: "Okay, you two talk slowly."

Turning around, his face darkened.

He walked into the cabin, lit the fireplace, and threw himself into the armchair. He didn't deliberately maintain any image, propped his head on one side, tilted wearily, and quietly lost himself in front of the dancing flames.

All kinds of distracting thoughts piled up in his mind. For a while, he guessed what Salazar and the broken hat were talking about. Give him the sword.He has already revealed his identity, is he going to change his personality and behavior style in the future?Did Dumbledore and Dippet say something, did he become suspicious?

When the wrinkled lines on his forehead were getting deeper and deeper, Riddle finally began to face up to the most critical issue.

——Whether he should take the method Salazar said.

"System," Riddle said in his heart, "if Fiona's body is dead but her soul is still alive, will my mission be considered a failure?"

"Of course." The system gave Riddle's expected answer, and when the system made a sound, Riddle realized that it seemed that it hadn't shown its presence for a long time.

"If it doesn't count, if you take advantage of the loophole and turn the soul of the mission target into some evil magic item, wouldn't this mission be in vain?" the system continued.

Riddle was silent.

In this way, Salazar's method can only be abandoned.

Is it still the idea of ​​playing the Deathly Hallows?However, Riddle knew in his heart that time was too late.If you give him two more years, when Grindelwald is defeated by Dumbledore, he will have plenty of means to use, whether stealing, robbing, or cheating, he can use various means to take anything he wants, but only It is impossible to change the laws of the world's operation and plunder the time for step-by-step.

Then you can only try the longevity potion made by the Philosopher's Stone to see if it can delay Fiona's death time.If the elixir of life really didn't work for Fiona... maybe he'd just gamble and use the soul-binding magic Dumbledore offered.

Anyway, it was the last chance, and the result of mission failure was no different from magic failure. At that time, he could only gamble his life after gambling everything.

With a self-deprecating smile, Riddle changed his sitting position, and the rustling sound of clothes being folded reminded him.He took out an uneaten candy from his pocket, pinched it between his fingers and stared at it, the orange-red fire light was reflected on the cellophane, reflecting beautiful colored luster, like a sparkling gem.

Riddle slowly peeled off the cellophane and popped the candy into his mouth.

Unfortunately, this one happened to be lemon-flavored, so sour that he swallowed his saliva, and the candy came out in his mouth