[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, the water on the lake outside the window is shimmering, and the light spots are projected on the ceiling, shaking with the water waves like transparent jellyfish.

Looking at the angle of the sun, it was almost noon.

Riddle's mind was a little dull for a while due to sleeping for too long, but he was not in a hurry to wake up, and instead enjoyed this kind of unburdened emptiness with some comfort.

It's been too long, and Riddle can't remember the last time he slept soundly until dawn.Not only after rebirth, but in the last life, it seems that since the first Horcrux was made, he was rarely able to fall asleep without any worries.

Now a heavy boulder finally fell to the ground, there was no chasing beast behind him, and a new path appeared on the edge of the cliff ahead, the pressure of hanging his life for a long time was suddenly relieved, Riddle almost lost consciousness last night when he almost touched the pillow.

Although Fiona's soul was not healed, and his crisis was not completely relieved, but the potion of longevity stabilized her body, and as long as the potion continued, she would not lose her vitality.

In other words, he no longer has to worry about running out of time.

Whether it was to fight for the last point of favorability, or to find a way to completely cure Fiona, he could plan slowly and slowly.

Thinking of Fiona, Riddle pushed open the balcony door and glanced aside. The door on the adjacent balcony was open. He listened carefully, but there was no sound in the next room.

After quickly washing up and walking out of the room, Riddle searched around the wooden house and called out the hired house elf.

"Where's Fiona?"

"Miss Fiona went out after breakfast this morning and hasn't come back yet," said the elf in a shrill voice with her head bowed.

Riddle frowned, left the wooden house and walked towards the village. Not far away, he saw a thin and small figure walking along the lake from the opposite side.

She was wearing a dark green long dress, and her loose gray hair looked a little white under the dazzling lake light. When the wind blew, her long hair fluffed and loosened. She looked like a fluffy dandelion, light and fluffy. Tremblingly, it flew towards him against the wind.

Involuntarily, Riddle hurried towards her.

Fiona turned her head sideways to look at the mountains in the distance, and heard the sound of footsteps splitting the grass, she turned her head, and her eyes fell on Riddle, her eyes quickly drew closer and then settled from the incomprehensible distance, and then a shallow Shallow smile.

Riddle also laughed. He saw the books she was holding in her hand, the ones she was very familiar with.

He took it and held it, and asked, "Is the cargo ship coming?"

"Yeah." Fiona nodded, looking at his hand, "I can hold it by myself now."

Riddle was stunned for a moment before he realized that Fiona's body was no longer as weak as before, and he no longer had to treat her carefully as a fragile object.

He said indifferently: "I'm used to it, and I shouldn't be able to change it in a short time."

Fiona glanced at him, "Don't change it."

Riddle: "?"

Fiona said seriously: "It's a good habit."

Riddle: "..." Is he really a house elf?

The two walked back to the wooden house together. When they arrived, Fiona didn't go in. Instead, she walked to the wooden plank extending to the lake in front of the wooden house.

Fiona sat on the pier with her shoes off and dipped her feet in the water, which just reached her calves and narrowly brushed the hem of her skirt.

She looked back at Riddle and issued an invitation, "Aren't you coming?"

Riddle readily accepted, without taking off his shoes, and sat next to her with one leg bent.

The sun was very bright and the water was dazzled. He tilted his head to look at Fiona. She closed her eyes and raised her face, as if she was feeling the warmth of the sun bathing her body.

Her body recovered, and Fiona's appearance was almost reborn. Now her face is rosy, her cheeks are plump, her lips are as plump as petals, and her pale face reflects the light in the sun. She is no longer a pale woman. A ghost, as bright as a blooming flower.

But at this time, she stretched her neck, her tense jawline contracted, her feet kicked the water lightly, and she looked carefree and childish again.

It feels a little strange, but it can't help but make my heart throb.

"Am I good-looking?" As if sensing Riddle's burning gaze, Fiona opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You've always been good-looking." Riddle of EQ Online showed his ability to deal with women and said tactfully.

Glancing at him with a half-smile, Fiona poked her head out, looked at her own reflection on the water for a while, nodded, "Indeed."

Riddle: "..." This kind of narcissism can be regarded as his style.

"It feels so good to be healthy," Fiona stretched out her hand to the sky, squinting her eyes to see the light falling through her fingers, "the body is full of vigorous vitality, as if it can resist everything, and there are infinite possibilities hope."

She turned her head and smiled, "Really?"

After a pause, Riddle replied, "Yes."

This is why he desires eternal life.He couldn't bear the loss of strength from his gradually declining body, and the loss of the ability to control himself and others, and finally became a dead bone gnawed and rotted by snakes, rats, rats and ants in the soil.

As if she had insight into Riddle's thoughts, Fiona said suddenly: "I remember you said your ideal - stand on top of the world and dominate everyone? Well, I can only say that this is not an easy task. Then, in the future —what are you going to do?"

This question is somewhat difficult to answer.

Since his rebirth, Riddle has focused all his energy on Fiona. He already knew that the last road would not work, but he hasn't had time to think about how to go this time.

After all, he had to let Fiona give him life first.

Now that there is hope for survival, it seems that it is time to plan for the future.

Looking into the distance, Riddle smiled with a relaxed tone: "It's still early before graduation, let's talk about it after this summer vacation."

He turned his head, looked at Fiona and said, "You'll help me, won't you?"

Fiona lowered her head and kicked into the water, the water splashed and shattered the reflections of the two on the water.

She said casually: "If the dessert in the afternoon tea satisfies me, I will consider it."

After lunch, Fiona went back to her room to take a nap, and Riddle read a book in the shade of the trees in the yard after getting enough sleep.The breeze was warm, and the tree shadows swayed hypnotically on the pages of the book. He, who was obviously not sleepy, fell asleep in the slightly drunken fragrance of flowers without knowing it.

When I woke up again, the sunset glowed in the sky, and my eyes were filled with a warm orange color. The elf seemed to be cooking, and the aroma of food wafted from the wooden house.

Sleeping stiffly on the chair, Riddle stood up and stretched his body, looked up inadvertently, and saw Fiona standing on the terrace, leaning on the fence and watching him quietly, for an unknown amount of time.

The evening wind by the lake was strong, and the white window screen swelled up behind her, and then fell slowly. Her figure was faintly visible in the translucent white screen, and her expression was blurred by the ambiguous afterglow. .

Riddle looked up at her for a while, then stretched out his arms, "Come down?"

Fiona seemed to smile, and said slowly, "Will you catch me?"

"Believe me," Riddle feigned displeasure at being questioned, "Even if you jump off the astronomy tower, I can still catch you."

Fiona looked at him, and after a while, said softly, "I believe."

She lifted the hem of her skirt, flipped over the fence lightly, without any hesitation in the test, and fell down like a bird falling from the nest.

etc!At least you look at the position and then jump!

Riddle leaped to the side with a brisk step, and the elegant posture he had prepared changed shape in a hurry, from a catch with both hands to a hook around the waist, and when he dangerously pulled the person into his arms, the huge impact force It made him take a few steps back, and his feet were kicked by the fence behind him. He hugged Fiona and fell backwards into the flowerbed in the yard.

The soil in the flowerbed is soft, and it doesn't hurt too much when it falls down, but under the impact, the soil, grass clippings, and pollen of various colors were raised high and fell into Riddle's eyes.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly for a while, the physical tears washed away the dirt, and when he regained his vision, he saw Fiona lying on his chest, propping her head and looking at him with a smile.

"Is it funny?" Thinking of how embarrassing his current image is, Riddle couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Taking a laburnum petal and a few grass stems from his head, Fiona lowered her head and kissed the slightly moist corners of his eyes.

"No, you look cute with tears in your eyes." She whispered in his ear.

"Really?" Riddle suddenly turned over and pressed Fiona under him, and said viciously, "Let me see if you are just as cute."

When he lowered his head, Riddle thought of something vigilantly, and touched her arm around her waist to make sure that the wand was not on her body, and then kissed her with confidence.

Fiona chuckled, and Riddle bit her lip lightly, threatening: "If you laugh again, I won't be polite."

"You'd better be polite," Fiona waved her hand, holding the wand she took from Riddle in her hand, "otherwise it might be me who is being rude."

Riddle stared at her for a while, then continued to kiss without hesitation.

During dinner, the house-elf suddenly barged in and said in shock, "Master! It seems that some animals have run into the yard and made a mess of the flower garden, and the flowers are all broken!"

Riddle and Fiona stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"I'll give you one night to restore it to its original state." Riddle said without looking up.

Unpunished, the elf cried out in praise of his master's kindness, and gratefully rushed out to trim the flower-bed.

"Here." Riddle looked up and saw Fiona pointing to the neck and said to him, "There is green grass juice on the collar.