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Riddle didn't intend to take care of it, "Don't worry, the elf will never dare to stare at the master."

After speaking, Fiona raised her wand at him.

Riddle subconsciously wanted to hide, but he suppressed this instinct with all his strength.Fiona lowered her wand after a cleansing spell landed precisely on his collar, and his tense muscles relaxed.

"But I'll always want to see it," she said with satisfaction.

Riddle lost his temper and calmly forked a piece of fish into his mouth.

As long as it wasn't a killing curse, she could use whatever she wanted.

In the evening, it was time for German teaching again. The two of them sat on the double sofa. Riddle put his arm around Fiona's shoulder and held a book in the other. Fiona was leaning on his arms with a dish of afternoon tea. Small cakes, eating and learning with a bad attitude.

Riddle didn't read the book he read to Fiona last time. He didn't like the story, so he picked a collection of poems at random, and he didn't read every sentence very rigorously.

When she was about to turn the page after the first lecture, Fiona suddenly said, "You read this one together."

Riddle turned back and murmured in a smooth voice: "Why is the rose so pale, oh, tell you, dear? Why is the violet in the green field, it is so silent. Why the sun shines on the plain, the light is so Why is the earth like a tomb, desolate and gray, with no business? Why am I sick and sick myself, tell me, my dear? My dearest, tell me: Why did you leave me and go?"

Riddle was not interested in poetry, and he didn't take it to heart when he finished reading. He took a sip of tea with Fiona's hand and continued with the next chapter.

In the middle of the night, Fiona yawned, and Riddle put down his book, going back to his room to sleep.

Fiona stopped him when they said goodbye at the door, walked into the room, took out a small black flannel box, and handed it to Riddle.

"What?" Riddle took it over and weighed it in his hands, but it didn't weigh much.

"The research results of this period of time are given to you." Fiona's tone was very flat.

Riddle raised his eyebrows and pretended to be surprised: "If I remember correctly, this is the second gift you gave me—the last time was a healing potion, what is it this time?"

He tried to open the box, but failed, only to find that there was no locking gap on the box, and it was completely sealed.

He looked at Fiona, and the corner of her mouth curled up, "You said you are good at this, I think you should have a way to open it."

Fiona's words successfully aroused Riddle's compulsion. He carefully looked at the inconspicuous box in his hand and snorted, "So this is not a gift, but an exam question?"

Fiona was noncommittal, and said lazily, "Either, guess the password, or decipher the spell on it. Well, good night, Mr. Riddle, I hope you can get your second gift as soon as possible."

Riddle couldn't stand provocations, he was completely attracted by the box in his hand, absently exchanged a goodnight kiss with Fiona, and entered the room with the box.

This night, Riddle studied the box that Fiona gave him over and over again, until the sky turned white, and he still hadn't found a way to crack it.

The above incantation is actually not complicated, but it must be unraveled in the reverse direction of the route set by Fiona. It is impossible to find the correct order in a short time. If it is opened violently, the contents inside will automatically destroy.

Riddle had to admit that Fiona had a very challenging problem.

But it also made his spirits even higher.

Just when he put down the box and was about to go to bed for a while, Riddle suddenly heard a very mournful whine coming from the distant sky.

This sound is like a bird whose vocal cords have been torn apart, and it is also like the lonely mournful cry that he heard when he was on a boat once, passing through the deep sea. The sailors on the boat said at that time that when a whale is about to die, It would make a miserable sound like this.

A chill came up from the soles of his feet, and Riddle shivered involuntarily.

He stood there stiffly for a while, and a flash of lightning struck his mind, making him finally remember where he heard this voice.

It was the Ruchefort he gave to Fiona.

That bird doesn't need to eat or drink, Fiona has kept it in the dormitory all the time, why can I hear its voice here?

Yes - Fiona!

Riddle rushed into the next room, the door violently broke open and hit the wall with a loud noise, but there was no response in the room, the gray light came in from the window, covering all the furniture with a pale white covering .

For a moment, he thought he had stepped into a cold grave.

"Fiona?" Riddle stepped to the bed in two steps, "Fiona!"

He flicked the wand, unexpectedly, his palms were wet with cold sweat, and the wand almost slipped. He squeezed it tightly, and waved it a second time, and the lights in the room finally turned on with a bang.

Fiona lay quietly on the bed, seemingly in deep sleep.

Her sleeping posture is very correct, her long gray hair is naturally scattered on the lake blue satin pillow, and her arms wrapped in a white nightdress are placed outside the satin blanket of the same color as the pillow. It is a white feather floating on the water.

A small golden key was hung on a thin chain around her neck, her head was slightly turned to Riddle's direction, her cheeks were flushed, eyelashes drooped gently under her eyelids, and her expression was calm.

So peaceful.

Like dead.

But Riddle knew she wasn't dead, the proof was that he was alive.

But his heart still skipped two beats uncontrollably.

He held her hand, and the resurrection stone ring rolled down from her palm. He didn't care about it, he just felt the warmth on her skin.He felt for her pulse again, the beating was very slow, and finally, his fingers touched the tip of her nose, and it took almost ten seconds before he felt a faint breath.

"Fiona?" he called again, leaning closer to her.

The person on the bed was indifferent.

Countless detection spells hit Fiona's body, but only one color appeared - green.

This means that she is in very good health.

Of course, this should be the result. She just drank the longevity potion not long ago, how could she be in bad health?

Then why, he could clearly feel that the vitality of the person he was holding was gradually dying off?

"System!" Riddle roared out the name of the system for the first time, "What's wrong with her? Tell me!"

After Fiona took a breath, the system responded slowly: "I thought it was obvious."

"Don't play tricks on me, tell me!" Riddle growled in panic and anger.

"She is going to die." The system said coldly.

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"Impossible!" Riddle exclaimed angrily.

"What's impossible?" The system's unwavering voice was full of malice like a cat teasing a mouse, "Is it impossible for her to die, or for you to die?"

"None of us will die!" Riddle's expression was terrifying, as if if any entity in the system appeared in front of him, he would definitely kill it.

"Sorry, the correct answer is that you're all going to die."

"You are dreaming!"

"Stop fooling yourself, Mr. Riddle." The system said impatiently, "Maybe your eloquence and eloquence can defraud everyone of what you want, but with me, no matter what means you use, The result can’t be changed. But I don’t care about wasting such a little time, you can continue to go crazy and usher in your own failure while roaring.”

Riddle turned his head, full of murderous intent and hatred like a beast rounded up by hounds, as if he wanted to find an enemy from the room to tear into pieces.

But he only saw Fiona lying on the bed, dying, her life hanging by a thread.

It was as if a sharp chisel had pierced him, and all the hatred and injustice that had nowhere to vent were dissipated.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

She can't die.

"Can you let me know what happened?" Riddle asked in a humble tone that he had never had before, "Please tell me why she became like this?"

The system's attitude is arrogant: "Are you begging me?"

After a pause, Riddle closed his eyes and took a breath, then lowered his head, "Yes, please."

The system smiled strangely, "No, you are not."

"Then what do you want me to do? Kneel down? Cry? Beg for mercy?" Riddle ground his teeth word by word.

"Don't act as if you are bearing the burden, Mr. Riddle. You feel wronged and painful? Let go of your superior self-esteem, say a few words to soften, and you have been cruelly tortured? My God, how can the world treat you so unfairly?" , so ruthless? Is that what you think?"

Riddle clenched his fists and listened to the system's sharp ridicule without saying a word.

"However, until now, your arrogance is harder than steel, guarding your ridiculous self-esteem as solid as gold." The system said disdainfully, "Otherwise, why are you still insisting on getting answers from me instead of asking?" What about yourself?"

The blood was pulled from the limbs and poured into the heart. Riddle took a step back unsteadily, his face pale, as if it was not the person lying on the bed who was losing his life, but him.

"It seems that you are finally able to realize that you are trying to shirk responsibility and avoid your mistakes—of course, you are always used to this." The system said happily, slowly, and enjoying, "Admitting this matter is very important to you. Is it hard to say? Then I will tell you exactly what you begged—this poor girl is lying here because of your murder."

The blood rushes from the heart to the brain again, Riddle's brain