[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

There was a buzzing in the room, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

He didn't dare to look at the person on the bed anymore, his eyes slid left and right aimlessly, but his vision seemed to be foggy and white, without any images showing.

Just listen to the deepest part of the soul, the system whispers like a devil: "She clearly told you that the potion of longevity is not suitable for her, but you don't believe it, oh, it's not that you don't believe it, you are just lucky. Simple and worry-free, you only need to pretend to be affectionate and say a few words of weakness and hypocrisy, and you can get a chance of success. Compared with the risky soul binding and the method of sacrificing your own life, Of course, it is easier and safer to expect the potion of longevity to be useful. As I said earlier, you are an outstanding businessman, and you love doing business without profit."

"Shut up..." Riddle said hastily and weakly.

The system turned a deaf ear to it: "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you try it. If it doesn't work, you can think of other ways. But what if, what if you are so lucky, is it the antidote to cure her? Sorry, I was wrong, To be precise, it is an antidote that can help you complete the mission."

"To shut up!"

"And yet, on the contrary, it's poison. You try to save yourself without risk, without harm, and then something unfortunate, regrettable, funny happens, and you poison your lover."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Riddle's eyes were bloodshot, he gasped and roared.He raised his wand nervously, and the killing intent in his body made him want to destroy something to calm himself about to explode, but there was Fiona's used comb on the dressing table, and her sleeping bag was hanging on the hanger in the corner. The clothes she had changed before, the unpacked easel beside the bed, and a few unfinished books piled up on the bedside table—the top one was the collection of poems he told her last night.

His wand trembled and wandered around, pale sparks shot out from the tip of the wand, and finally fell limply.

Taking a heavy step forward, Riddle didn't realize that he was trembling slightly, staring at the silent Fiona in pain.

Yes, like the system said, he had a vague awareness of what was going on when he came in and saw Fiona.But such a great timidity assailed him that he dared not even think about it.

He was nervous, he got angry, he yelled, he bluffed and groveled at the system, all just to cover up his fear and guilt.

He couldn't face the fact that because of a little selfishness, he delivered the poison to Fiona with his own hands, and watched her drink it up.

It was as if a pendulum was hitting violently on his chest, and his heart throbbed with pain.In the severe pain of suffocation, all the pictures that had been neglected emerged in Riddle's mind very clearly.

He said that he hoped that Fiona would cooperate well, and she said that his efforts could not match her cooperation; while waiting for the potion to take effect, her dark eyes flickered in silence.Under his expectant gaze, she smiled lightly and kissed him tenderly.

She said that a healthy body is wonderful and full of hope.

After she asked him about it, he said it was still a long time.

He said, "You'll help me, won't you?"

"I'll think about it," she said.

Riddle tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hold back, and let out a groan that was almost choked.

The system showed no mercy, but felt that what he said was not cruel enough, and continued: "Actually, if you tell her frankly that your life is connected with her, she probably won't drink this potion knowing it is dangerous to her, and it won't hurt her." I don't think I won't see the sun the next day, but I still say goodnight to you after the day. She doesn't care about her life so much, but she should care about your life. It's not like you keep saying' I hope you are alive', but she took her to test the medicine without any scruples, she said that she would kill you, and she would die for the third time, and she didn't take you away before she died."

Riddle seemed to be numb, listening to the system's harsh words expressionlessly, without any reaction, like a solidified marble statue.

The system refused to let him go easily, and snorted coldly, "Almost forgot, you have always despised this kind of blind trust in love. A girl seems to be following in your mother's footsteps. Shouldn't you scold him at this time?" An idiot?"

Riddle, who was colder than a rock, suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, and roared like a mad lion: "No-sure-use-this-kind-of-tone-speak- she!"

The system snorted lightly, "Don't you think it's too late to show your affection at this time? Why don't you hurry up and dig two holes in the yard and lie down with the mission target, so that no one will bury your bodies after you die. "

hurry up.

Riddle came back to himself as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He touched Fiona's hand, which was still warm and breathing.

He still has time!

Riddle raised his wand and wanted to use the soul-binding spell, but when his eyes fell on Fiona's face that seemed to be getting brighter and brighter like a budding flower, his hands froze.

In Fiona's current situation, it seems that there is definitely not a problem with her body, but with her soul.

Why does the potion of longevity affect her soul?

"Is it because her soul is too weak to support the sudden surge of vitality in her body?" Riddle asked the system for confirmation.

"So you still know that you have to consider the feasibility before taking action." After mocking him, the system said, "That's right, her soul was originally a broken ship that was seeping water. The calm water surface suddenly raised waves, and it would naturally sink faster. What a shame, she would have had two more years to live."

Riddle tightened his lips, and asked again: "Then what is the state of her soul now?"

"What's the point of asking this question?" The system pretended to be surprised, "Do you have any other options?"

other options -

Of course there is.

Dumbledore had reminded him that the soul-binding spell applied to a fragile soul may have the opposite effect, just like the potion of longevity, the soul will vibrate violently when stimulated.

At that time, he thought, since he was already cornered anyway, he might as well give it a go instead of waiting for death, and if he lost all his chips, he would gamble his life.

He thought arrogantly, even if he died, he must die in the struggle against fate and never give in.

However, he had already lost the bet on the potion of longevity, would he really want to bet again?

Was he really - was he going to bet Fiona's life?

Aware of Riddle's thoughts, the system said: "Using Salazar Slytherin's method, you will definitely die, and she will live. Using soul binding, you may all die, or you may all live—even if this The possibility is only one percent, at least your survival is possible."

"So——what are you hesitating about, Mr. Riddle?" The system repeated with sarcasm, "Do you think you have a choice?"

Does he have a choice?

In a trance, Riddle felt that it was not the system that was talking, but his inner voice was convincing him.

He wants to live, he doesn't want to die.All the planning and fighting before rebirth, and all the patience and concessions after rebirth, are all for living, living forever, and living longer and stronger than everyone else.

Therefore, even if there is only a slight chance of surviving, he should not give up.

So, of course, he had no choice.

- "I want you to live."

These words echoed faintly in his ears.

Riddle looked down at Fiona.

She looked peaceful, without a trace of fear or pain.

He never knew what she was thinking.

When she closed her eyes, did she really regard this closing of her eyes as welcoming a long sleep?

The last goodnight kiss he gave was so perfunctory. When she watched him close the door, did she want to stop him and say something?

After drinking the potion, she acted so relaxed and happy, is it true that her soul is not painful at all when it is broken?

When she said "I believe in you," how did she feel in her heart that he would not use the method Salazar gave?

She said "I am afraid that our souls will not be allowed to return to the world", so can she feel that her soul is dying now, will she be afraid?

She probably won't, but he's scared.

He was afraid that she was still conscious, and that she was actually shivering under her calm face.

Looking at the book on the bedside table, Riddle picked up the poetry collection on the top, and turned to the page with the bookmark - her bookmark was drawn by herself, and it was a simple clock without hands .

it's bullshit, reason says

It's disaster, self-interest says

it's just pain, fear says

It is fruitless, the recognition is saying

it's ridiculous, pride says

it is rash, prudent in saying

It's impossible, experience says

it is what love is saying

Riddle put down the book, looked at Fiona again, and traced her carefully as if he was seeing her for the first time.

Her face was small, only as big as his palm, and her thin figure was outlined by the thin forging, which looked so delicate and immature.He suddenly realized that she was really small, only 14 years old.

She never lived past the age of 16.

She's calm, smart, and incredibly talented.

She likes a body full of strength and boundless hope.

She deserves a future.

Most of all, he loves her.

She is all his tenderness and kindness and love.

Riddle picked up the rolled-down resurrection stone ring, gently put it on the ring finger of her right hand, stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on her forehead, and leaned over to kiss her softly.

"I want you to live," he whispered.

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