[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

It's easy, you only managed to enter the school the third time, I thought you wouldn't be able to get out of that orphanage. "

Riddle: "...There won't be a next time."

System: "I believe it."

9. The ninth step of the strategy is to vent your anger, why?

Ignoring the strangeness of the system, Riddle watched as Ogg knocked on the oak door. Dumbledore's face appeared behind the door, thanked Ogg gently and led the freshmen in.

He couldn't help but recall the mood when he entered the castle for the first time.

At that time, he never knew that apart from the dilapidated darkness in all directions, there was such a grand and ancient and mysterious side in the world, and he was shocked by it without any resistance and fell in love with it.

Then, a kind of ambition spontaneously arose in his heart - he wanted to own it, to monopolize it.

He took it for granted that if there were good things in the world, they should belong to him, or be destroyed by him.

In the small waiting room, Dumbledore briefly introduced the school and the branch that will be held later, and then left temporarily to go to the auditorium to see if it was ready.

Yardley sighed. "I wish I could hurry up. I'm tired and hungry."

He turned his head, finally recognized the person who was on the same boat as him, and said hello, "Alphad, it's you, are you okay?"

Riddle glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The bright light allowed Alphard's outstanding appearance to be seen at a glance, with slightly curly brown hair, gray eyes, and slightly darker lips, which appeared somewhat gorgeous against the pale skin.

He smiled at Yardley, looking refined and regal.

"Hello, Yardley, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." His voice was soft and gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Riddle snorted softly in his heart.

Pretend.

A systematic sneer sounded in his mind, "Isn't this a coincidence? Hitting someone's design."

Riddle said coldly: "A sick man, is he worthy of comparing with me?"

"He is physically sick, and you are mentally sick. It's really not a good comparison."

"To shut up."

The system stopped talking, and Riddle looked at Fiona again.

A few strands of sweat-wet hair stuck to her forehead, it was unknown whether it was blown by the cold wind, or the blood swelled up after a long journey. Her bloodless cheeks were slightly red, but her lips were even more Pale, with tiredness but no sorrow on his face, he actually has a shockingly morbid beauty.

This is also a sick man--the kind with both body and mind.

Riddle was holding his wand, trying to cast a warming spell on her, but Alphard was ahead of him again, and took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to Fiona.

"Do you want to wipe your sweat? I haven't used it yet." He asked in a low voice.

Tapping his wand lightly with his index finger, Riddle missed the pronunciation of Cruciatus a bit.

Fiona shook her head, "Thanks, I have."

Riddle felt a little better.Especially after seeing that she did not take out her handkerchief after speaking, she was even more satisfied.

If she followed suit, would it be the third time he saw Hogwarts Castle?

"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 16."

Riddle: "?"

He glanced again at Fiona, who was studying the portraits on the wall and didn't seem to be paying him any attention.

So where is this inexplicable point added?

Riddle didn't figure it out until Dumbledore came back and brought them to the Sorting Hat in the Great Hall.

The unreasonable extra points did not make him happy to pick up a bargain, but on the contrary, he became more and more wary.Who knows if her favorability level will jump in a row in the next second.

Alphard and Yardley were sorted into Slytherin early because their surnames had the first initials.

Alphard sat in the seat specially reserved for him by Walburga, and Walburga hugged him happily.Yardley sat among the freshmen at the front of the long table, and shook hands with the prefect next to him—Abraxas Malfoy.

There were fewer and fewer people left. Before being called by name, Riddle turned his head and smiled at Fiona, "See you, Slytherin."

Fiona looked back at the ghost floating in the auditorium, and met Riddle's dark pupils with a cold expression.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 15."

Riddle: "..." All right, as expected, I shouldn't talk to her.

He stepped forward to sit on the stool, and just as the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's hand touched his hair, he called out Slytherin.Dumbledore, who got up and smiled, smiled. He showed a bit of excitement, but he walked towards the long table of Slytherin calmly, sat next to Yardley, and Yardley happily patted his shoulders.

There were bright or dark eyes on him from the four long tables, but he remained calm.

Fiona was called by her name, and like Riddle, she was sorted into Slytherin before she could settle on the stool.

Riddle applauded lightly along with the crowd, watched her slowly walk over, and sat down opposite him with her head down, looking dull and introverted.

The person next to her talked to her a few words, but she just nodded or shook her head. Soon, the person shifted the target boringly, while she completely concealed her sense of existence, even with a strange hair color , and cannot attract the attention of others.

Riddle realized.

He forgot that Fiona's personality was different from his, she just wanted to hide in a corner in obscurity and be an audience that no one cared about.

So she just lost her favorability because he talked to her in full view, which made her noticeable?

Riddle immediately looked away, no longer putting his concern for her on the surface.

He introspected.

Although Fiona's way of thinking is different from others, he shouldn't treat her as a moody lunatic. Sometimes it is difficult for him to understand the increase and decrease of her favorability, because he has not yet grasped her character.

He should study her as an ancient book with an obscure language. As long as he can fully understand it, he won't worry about how to use it.

After the principal above, Dippet, finished his brief speech, sumptuous delicacies immediately appeared on the long table.

Riddle picked a piece of steak and enjoyed it gracefully. No one could tell that he was born in an orphanage—even before he was reborn, he didn't show embarrassment, and now he naturally behaved even more impeccably.

Even Dumbledore might have misgivings about it, but Yardley, who he met before school started, could use that as a shield.

Abraxas, who was sitting next to the versatile Yardley, observed secretly for a while, and finally spoke in a condescending tone.

"Yardley, who is this?"

Yardley swallowed the roast chicken in his mouth. "Tom Riddle. Tom, this is Abraxas Malfoy, our fifth-year prefect."

Riddle nodded to Abraxas across Yardley, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, Prefect Malfoy."

Abraxas raised his eyebrows, "A new face."

Riddle smiled slightly, but said nothing.

Yardley winked at Abraxas, laughed and said, "New faces can become old friends."

Abraxas received the hint, looked at Riddle again calmly, and raised his glass to him, "I'm looking forward to it."

Riddle raised his glass back and said meaningfully: "Under the witness of the great Salazar Slytherin."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 14."

The hand that raised the glass paused.

Riddle still took a sip of the pumpkin juice before pretending to casually look in Fiona's direction, and found that she was slowly drinking carrot broth, her thin eyebrows frowned.

There was just such a bowl of soup in front of her, and she had only drank half of it so far.

The food on the table is not to her liking?What does that have to do with losing his favorability?Or did his words and actions just now touch her minefield again?

Riddle had just determined to put his attitude right and study hard, but now he couldn't help but feel that this book might be a bit too tricky and difficult to understand.

Fortunately, during the following dinner party, Fiona's favorability remained unchanged, allowing him to have a peaceful meal.

He felt that he should try his best to avoid sitting and eating with her at close distance in the future, which would easily affect his appetite and possibly cause indigestion.

After eating the last dessert and singing the tormenting school song, Riddle followed Abraxas to Slytherin's bedroom.

The stairs and portraits along the way were so familiar that they seemed to reappear from yesterday, and he found that he even remembered that in the cellar corridor, the knight liked to stand with his sword on his left side and his shield on his right chest.

—Well, he was more impressed than Fiona.

Abraxas gave the password outside the stone door, and Riddle followed behind into the Slytherin common room. Until then, he felt a sense of "finally back".

He turned out to be more attached to this place than he thought.

Abraxas asked the freshmen to stand quietly, and said to the person sitting in the carved single armchair in front of the fireplace: "Ignatius, the freshmen have arrived."

The man gave a casual "hmm" and continued to flip through the book in his hand without looking up.

Ignatius Taft, Slytherin's current seventh-year prefect, is a fool with little brains and a lot of pomp.

Riddle evaluated contemptuously in his heart.

He later spent a lot of effort to support Ignatius as the Minister of Magic, but he was kicked out of office within two years, which was really unbearable.

He noticed that Abraxas pursed his lips slightly, apparently disdainful of Ignatius' intentional behavior in front of the freshmen.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 13."

Riddle: "?"

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