[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Turn around and hit the teeth with a crisp sound.

He didn't spit it out after all.

"...The sooner the better, if the soul is too broken, I don't guarantee that the ability of the golden cup can be completely restored..." While playing with the cellophane, Salazar's words echoed in Riddle's ears.

Sugar is too sour.

Riddle crunched it and swallowed it like broken glass.

"Little guy!" The sharp voice of the Sorting Hat was especially harsh in the night woods, "We're done talking, come out!"

Riddle stuffed the cellophane into his pocket casually, got up and strode out the door.

The Sorting Hat was still hanging on the basilisk's tail, screaming, "Quick, quick, get me off this ugly thing."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and saw the basilisk licking its hat, "Leslie... Long time... No see... You smell... Still... Delicious..."

Stunned for a moment, Riddle glanced at the crown that was still on the basilisk's head, "Where's Salazar Slytherin?"

"Dead!" the Sorting Hat said angrily.

The basilisk, who seemed to have no memory of Salazar using its body, chimed in not-so-intelligently, "Yeah... dead..."

"What's going on?" Riddle snatched the sorting hat before it fell into the mouth of the basilisk. "What about the memory of Salazar Slytherin who just talked to you?"

The Sorting Hat shook its body and said impatiently, "It's just a memory entrusted to an object. Naturally, it won't last long after waking up. Knowing what he wants to know, he will dissipate contentedly."

"What did you say?"

"Salazar ordered, not to tell you."

Riddle frowned, and then let go. He didn't really care about the content of their conversation, but he regretted that he didn't find more useful things from Salazar.

"Then did he tell you to give me the sword of Gryffindor?" Although he didn't plan to use the method Salazar said, Riddle still had a bit of covet for the sword he hadn't got.

"For you?" The Sorting Hat yelled as if it had been humiliated, "How could Salazar ask me to do such a ridiculous thing! He knew very well that this was Godric's request, and only those who really have Gran Only those who have the unique qualities of Fendo can get it when they need it."

"A quality unique to Gryffindor?" Riddle wrapped his contemptuous snort in a casual smile, "What is that?"

"The courage to do what you know you can't do!" the Sorting Hat said proudly.

After a pause, Riddle rudely put his hand into the hat, groped around for a long time, and when he pulled out his hand, it was empty.

The Sorting Hat murmured: "Standard Slytherin, absolute egoist, you will see the devil if you can take it out."

With a gloomy face, Riddle stuffed the sorting hat into his arms.

80. After step 80 of strategy No.[-], there is time

After learning that Salazar Slytherin's memory disappeared, Fiona also expressed a little disappointment, but her disappointment was obviously different from Riddle's. She was purely interested in the past that was lost in the long river of time .

From this aspect, Fiona actually has a very strong curiosity. She doesn't like humans, but she likes to read or hear all the stories that happen to humans.

Riddle wanted to satisfy her cute little hobby, and asked the Sorting Hat to tell her some anecdotes about the Big Four, but he swallowed the words.

He worried that the Sorting Hat had slipped up and told her about his inability to draw the sword—although it wasn't a big deal if she knew.

Regarding the treatment method proposed by Salazar, Fiona did not express her opinion, nor did she ask him for his opinion.Riddle didn't know if she kept silent habitually, waiting for his action, or saw his avoidance, and acquiesced to give up this method.

No matter which one it was, when Riddle looked directly into Fiona's eyes, he inexplicably felt a reverse pressure from his body, that force seemed to be forcing him to look away.

What surprised Riddle the most was that the system didn't jump out to ridicule him. He had already figured out how to refute the system to prove that his choice was reasonable—he was originally an egoist. Ashamed of not being noble enough?

Of course he won't!

But the system was abnormally silent, and there was nowhere to release Riddle's counterattack, which filled his heart with indescribable depression and irritability.

In order to get rid of the unprovoked negative emotions, Riddle shifted his attention and figured out how to get the longevity potion made by the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore.

The friendship between Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel is not a secret in the future. When he defeated Grindelwald, people were keen to tie all his achievements and achievements into lace and set them on his flower robe. But at this time, his friendship status has not reached the level that even the students can hear about it.And it's not certain whether they already knew each other. If he went directly to Dumbledore to talk about the Sorcerer's Stone, it would definitely arouse his suspicion.

After thinking about it, Riddle decided to go to Slughorn first.

He found a book that recorded Nicole Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone. He first asked Slughorn whether the above content was true. Find Nico Flamel.

After some conversation, Slughorn followed Riddle's lead, and finally said: "I heard that Albus had a relationship with Nicole Flamel. Individuals would really hate him."

Not necessarily.Riddle thought.

But I have to admit that his hostility towards Dumbledore has subsided a lot—of course not because he discovered the bright spot in Dumbledore, and he changed his view of Dumbledore!It's just that he doesn't have the time to continue competing with Dumbledore now.

"I heard from Horace that you want to see Nicole Flamel?" In the office, Dumbledore sat behind the desk, staring at Riddle with gentle but penetrating eyes, "Can you tell me why?" Is it? I don’t think you should be interested in turning stones into gold tricks, and at your age, you have not yet reached the time when you want to live forever.”

Riddle showed a bit of hesitation and bitterness, and said, "Sorry, professor, I don't want to bother you if there is no other way. It's just—even if there is only one drop, I want to know whether the potion of longevity can heal a difficult disease. disease."

"Troublesome illness..." Dumbledore took a careful look at Riddle and thought for a moment, "It's Miss Shafik, isn't it?"

Riddle nodded grimly.

"Sorry, I always thought she was just a little frail."

"I thought so before." Riddle repeated what the therapist told him as an explanation, and said that he had tried many methods, including asking the Sorting Hat.

——He was worried that Dumbledore would suspect his purpose of taking the Sorting Hat, so he took the opportunity to round it up.And, even though he had asked Salazar to tell the Sorting Hat to keep it a secret, he still had to prevent the Sorting Hat from saying anything to Dumbledore later.

"So..." Dumbledore pondered for a while, then nodded, "I can ask Nick Flamel for you, as far as I know him, he will not be stingy with a drop of potion. It's just—"

Riddle worried, "Just?"

"He and his wife are fond of wandering, and I'm afraid I'd have a hard time finding him in a pyramid in Egypt or a temple in India."

"Does it take a long time?"

"It shouldn't take too long. If there are no accidents, I can bring you his reply before the summer vacation."

Riddle breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "As a professor, I naturally cannot ignore my students' pain."

The goal was achieved, and Riddle was about to say something and leave, when Dumbledore said softly: "Tom, forgive my untimely curiosity, I have a question to ask you."

"Tell me, professor." Riddle said calmly with a sudden shock in his heart.

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and looked at Riddle silently with his chin resting. His eyes were deep and heavy. For a moment, Riddle felt that Dumbledore was looking at someone else through him.

There was silence in the office for a while, and Dumbledore said softly: "I don't know what your ideal is--most of the students who can enter Slytherin have a clear direction for their life planning, Tom, I think you are smart. Like you, it should be the same."

Just as Riddle was about to open his mouth, Dumbledore said again: "But what I want to ask is not this. What I hope you can tell me is—when your future blueprint is inconsistent with Miss Shafik, or even runs counter to it, will you, How to do it?"

Riddle was startled, he almost thought Dumbledore knew something.

Dumbledore, however, just watched him intently, waiting for the answer to a puzzle that seemed to have puzzled him for a long time.

"I—" Riddle said dryly, with no expression on his face, "I believe that Fiona will always walk on the same path as me."

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and smiled. It was a tolerant and helpless smile, which mostly appeared after experienced elders heard something silly said by an inexperienced child.

Riddle was furious in his heart. What he hated the most was Dumbledore's expression of "you don't understand anything", "you will understand later", "you will recognize reality sooner or later", treating him like an ignorant child tolerant expression.

Dumbledore himself knows best!

Holding back his emotions, Riddle left Dumbledore's office.