[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

In the office, he digested it alone for a while, and when he calmed down, he went to Fiona and told her about it happily.

Fiona responded flatly, "Thank Professor Dumbledore for me—I'll do it myself next time, he's helped me a lot."

"..." Riddle had no way to refute, and the breath he had just sunk came back up and held back.

"Of course, thank you." The blue eyes looked at him calmly, and the voice softened a little, "Thank you for your hard work."

The gloominess dissipated, but just as Xiyi nodded, he was pressed down by something heavier.

Riddle felt as if a sponge that was constantly absorbing water and expanding was roughly stuffed into his chest cavity, and his throat was blocked wetly, and his breath was filled with the rotten smell of water vapor in the dark.

The Adam's apple slid slightly, Riddle laughed, rubbed Fiona's head casually, and said relaxedly: "As long as you cooperate well and don't waste my efforts, I will thank you."

Fiona thought for a while, then shook her head, "The two cannot be equal, just saying thank you is not enough."

Riddle almost twisted his expression with anger.

He tried his best, humming down to make up for the smiles of so many people, toiling around and thinking of strategies every day, coaxing her and persuading her because he was afraid that she would be unhappy and not want to live anymore. It's not fair to come?

She is so used to push her in the slightest!

Full of complaints and unable to speak out, Riddle said half-truthfully, "Greedy girl, what more do you want?"

A smile arced across Fiona's face and reflected in her eyes.

"You will know." She said mysteriously.

The next step is to wait.

After all, Riddle couldn't let go of the cabin in Austria. He was not an open-minded person in the first place, and there were certain things that only one person remembered, which always made him unwilling.Although it is impossible to reproduce the situation and mood at that time, he just does not want that memory to be stored in his heart alone.

So he once again sacrificed his sleep time to tinker with the wooden house, preparing to take Fiona to make up for the lost memories when he was on vacation.

Make sure to arrange a house elf this time!

——Anyway, Fiona couldn't give him the last bit of favorability because of his cooking, and he was determined not to let his wand get flour again!

Meanwhile, Fiona seemed to be building something, and on several occasions Riddle saw tiny scratches and cuts on her fingers.

He asked her, and she replied: "Since the magic power is unstable, learn ancient runes to pass the time."

As he healed her, Riddle readily stated that he was as good at this as in all other fields and could guide her in all aspects.

"No," Fiona refused without hesitation, "I'm sure I can do better than you."

Riddle: "..."

It is more uncomfortable for a genius to be crushed by another genius than for an ordinary person to be crushed by a genius.

The time passed so busy and rarely leisurely. One day before the holiday, Dumbledore called Riddle over as promised and handed him a palm-length slender-necked crystal bottle.

Riddle took the bottle and looked carefully. It was filled with half a bottle of dark purple liquid, which seemed to be mixed with gold, diamonds and pearl powder, and shone with strange brilliance. Together, they exude an invigorating, rich fragrance.

There is no doubt that this must be the longevity potion made by the Philosopher's Stone.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "As I said, Flamel was a generous man. When he heard that a child's life was at stake, he did not hesitate to send the only half he had left. He also said, If the quantities here aren't working enough, he'll rush to make some more."

The fingers on the neck of the bottle tightened, and Riddle said in a low voice: "Thank you very much for Mr. Flamel's selfless help. In the future, I will definitely do my best to repay him."

This is a rare sentence that does not contain half of the falsehood.

"I don't think he needs anything in return. Kindness from the heart is an achievement recorded in the soul. A shining and immortal soul is the reward he deserves." Dumbledore smiled, unable to see Does it mean something.

Riddle was silent for a moment, looked directly at Dumbledore and said: "I have some objections to this, professor, if only things that shine can be immortal, then this world should not have sunset and moonrise, noon and midnight. "

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes stretched out of the window, concentrating on the brilliant sunlight.

"Perhaps you're right, Tom," he turned, "but bright things are always in the sun, and dark things are in the shadows, and people always yearn for the dawn more than the dusk,"

That is they are bound by the established rules.

When dusk is the beginning of the day, everyone will turn to look forward to the moment when the sun sets.

Truth is in the hands of the ruler.

Riddle smiled and nodded, with a face of agreement: "You still make sense."

Dumbledore didn't smile much, and let him go out with a slightly tired expression.

After leaving the office, Riddle walked slowly at first, then slowly picked up his pace after going down two flights of stairs, and finally almost trotted into the lounge.

There were a lot of people in the lounge, and he saw Fiona sitting by the window at a glance, and quickly walked over to pull her up.

"Come with me," he said with a smile.

Fiona glanced at him and smiled, "Yeah."

It was time for dinner, and the students all went up and down the stairs to the auditorium. Riddle took Fiona's hand and walked up against the crowd. He walked fast with long legs and was in a hurry, but he had to cooperate with Fiona Na's speed, slowing down from time to time to look back to see if she was hit by others.

After being watched by him a few times, Fiona subconsciously quickened her pace.When they ran into the Response Room on the eighth floor, the palms of their hands were sweating, and the short-breathing two looked at each other and laughed together.

Riddle took out the crystal bottle and put it in Fiona's hands. Fiona raised the bottle to observe, and then uncorked the bottle to drink.

"Wait," Riddle said before losing his caution, "try a drop first."

Fiona raised her eyebrows lightly, "Haven't you tried it yet?"

Riddle froze for a moment.He really didn't expect it.

"Then I'll do it." He held out his hand.

Fiona grabbed his hand, poured a drop on the back of his hand, and before he could stop, bowed her head and licked it off.

Riddle shuddered unexpectedly.

Fiona's expression was normal, she waited for a while, and said flatly, "I don't feel anything."

At this time, Riddle also ignored the little turmoil in his heart, thought for a while, and said, "Drink more?"

Fiona took another sip, the bottle still three-quarters full.

After a while, she shook her head at Riddle who couldn't hide his expectation.

Immediately afterwards, without giving Riddle any time to react, Fiona raised her head and gulped down the rest of the potion without stopping. After several clear swallowing sounds, she put down the empty bottle and let out a long sigh of relief. Chest heaves violently.

Riddle held her hand tightly, and the room was so quiet that only her breathing that gradually eased could be heard. Both Riddle and her waited silently, like prisoners in a cell waiting for the final sentence.

Fiona remained silent.

Her expression was very peaceful, and she seemed to be able to calmly deal with any cruelty and injustice imposed on her, but the eyes she looked at Riddle were as dark as a deep pool with an undercurrent, and she looked calm, but also seemed to be faintly trembling with danger.

Riddle was about to discern her emotional changes carefully, when he saw layers of blush on her pale face, from light to deep, her eyelids, which were always languidly drooping, lifted easily, and her thin cheeks looked at her. It looks like it has plumped up in an instant, and the eyebrows and eyes stretch comfortably like dried flowers submerged in water.

She looked at Riddle with bright eyes, showing a smile as light as a deer leaping over a mountain stream.

Cheng—Successful?

Riddle couldn't believe it.

"You should say thank you," Fiona said with a smile.

Her voice was still thin and soft, but it was no longer weak and fluffy, and it sounded full of breath—it was just that it also highlighted the strength that was hard to detect before.

The belated ecstasy instantly overwhelmed Riddle, almost making him feel slightly dizzy.He grinned a bright and exaggerated smile without restraint, lifted Fiona's waist and turned it around twice in a row, then he hugged her fiercely in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss.

But the kiss was cut off halfway through.

Riddle was stiff and unable to move, he looked at Fiona in disbelief, "You cast a restraining spell on me?"

Putting away her wand slowly, Fiona wiped off the water stains around her lips on the shirt on Riddle's chest, raised her head and smiled, "You are too rude, I don't like it."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pushed it lightly, and Riddle involuntarily fell backwards on the sofa. She then sat sideways on his lap, hooked his neck with one hand, and lifted his chin with the other.

"So, let me do it." Fiona lowered her head.

His lips were gently held, and Riddle stared angrily at the slightly trembling eyelashes in front of his eyes. He remained in a stalemate for a long time. After all, joy overwhelmed his unwillingness, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

There will be plenty of time to get it back later!

81. Raiders No.80 One step time, not enough

Riddle was awakened by the sunlight so strong that it penetrated his eyelids.

The light squeezed in from the gap in the curtain just happened to move to his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was unprepared. He was hit by the strong light. He closed his eyes and turned over. He squinted for a while drowsily again. , just lifted the quilt and sat up.

Get out of bed and draw the curtains, bright sunlight pours into the room