[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, Raiders No.80 three-step sword, out

The sorting hat has been returned to the principal's office before the summer vacation, and Hogwarts is closed during the summer vacation. Non-teaching staff who break into the school without permission will be attacked by guard stone statues. Riddle doesn't know where Dippet and Dumbledore are now , can only go to Slughorn.

Riddle knew Slughorn's address. He wrote various invitations for Slughorn. Sometimes the meeting place was at Slughorn's home. Although he didn't pay attention to it, Riddle's good Memory still helped him write down the address.

After being informed by the house-elf, Slughorn came down from the stairs in a plaid nightgown, and was taken aback when he saw Riddle standing in the drawing room.

This student who has always paid attention to his image and behaved well has disheveled hair, pale complexion, and bloodshot eyes. He hasn't even changed his pajamas, as if he just rolled off the bed and appeared in his own home.

Without waiting for Slughorn to ask questions, Riddle rushed straight in front of him, and said quickly: "I am very sorry to disturb your rest without your invitation, sir. Forgive me for not having time to talk to you in detail. Explain, I ask you to do me a favor, I hope you can take me back to Hogwarts immediately, I need to go to the headmaster's office to get something. Please rest assured that I have obtained the permission of Professor Dippet in advance, I I just didn’t think I’d be using it for the summer.”

Slughorn hesitated, and Riddle immediately went on: "Please, sir, the situation is truly urgent and a man's life is at stake. I swear to you that I am telling the truth. If you If you have any difficulties, you can also contact Professor Dippet or Professor Dumbledore to take me there. I just hope it can be done as soon as possible."

Slughorn fully believed Riddle's words, because he had never seen Riddle's description in such a state of embarrassment, let alone heard him pleading with someone in such a humble tone.Although Riddle always complimented him just right, the boy's posture was reserved and beautiful even when he said flattering words.

Excellent people have pride, and Slughorn understands this very well. He has never been short of outstanding people with outstanding talents and extraordinary achievements, but Riddle is undoubtedly the best of all geniuses he has ever seen. At the same time, he is the best at A man who adorns a distasteful pride to be pleasing to the eye.

However, Riddle in front of him at this moment seemed to have suffered an unbearable blow. All the pride that had supported him in the past was crushed piece by piece by some irresistible force.

Like a precarious tower, it seems that it will collapse with a slight breath.

"I can take you to school." Seeing that Riddle was about to speak again, Slughorn said quickly, secretly startled, "Stop talking, let's go, kid."

He hurriedly led Riddle to the fireplace. The fireplace in his home was connected to the fireplace in his school office. The two sprinkled Floo powder and appeared in the potions office at Hogwarts one after another.

Without a second's delay, the two rushed to the principal's office in one breath, and a huge gargoyle blocked the door, asking the visitor to give the password.

"Heather root," said Slughorn.

The gargoyle was motionless.

"Oops," Slughorn patted his stomach, annoyed, "Armondo changed the password."

Riddle's face turned pale, "Can I invite Professor Dippet over here?"

"He told us before the holiday that he was going to the United States to attend a meeting of wizards, and Albus also received the invitation, probably to discuss how to deal with Grindelwald—this kind of meeting has been held at least fifty times in the past ten years! I don't know what they're talking about, but Grindelwald's power is getting bigger and bigger as he talks about it." Slughorn complained sarcastically.

Riddle only listened to the first two sentences, and the rest of the words were like the piercing sound of a broken radio, and every syllable was twisted into a strange raving.

He stared at the ferocious stone statue, as if he saw a monster guarding the gate of hell, grinning coldly at him.

How relaxed he was when he returned the Sorting Hat, Riddle looked at the closed door at the moment, and his heart was so painful that he was constantly squeezed by regret.

He turned and trudged back, Slughorn speaking loudly behind him, and he heard it, but couldn't hear it as though through a glass cover.

Going down the stairs one by one, Riddle came to the cellar, entered the Slytherin common room, stopped before the door leading to the girls' dormitory, and walked in.

An abnormality was detected, and the defense mechanism of the women's dormitory was activated. The vines hanging from the vault attacked the man who should not have stepped in, trying to roll him up and throw him out.Riddle used armor to protect himself, and walked forward with the lashes of the vine whip. When he found the room with Fiona's nameplate hanging, the vines had already broken through his defenses, drawing several deep rips on his face and body. bloodstains.

Riddle felt no pain—he finally understood why Fiona had an amazing tolerance for pain.

A person whose heart is like a desert has a slow body perception.

The door opened under the opening spell, and Riddle turned on the light and walked in, looking around the room.

Two beds were placed on opposite sides of the room, and he could tell at a glance that the bed next to the window belonged to Fiona.

The pure gray curtains have no patterns, and the quilt on the bed is as smooth as a piece of parchment that has just been tanned, without any wrinkles from lying on it.

It was as if the bed had never been vacant.

Riddle closed his eyes, opened them and continued to search, and finally saw what he was looking for on the low cabinet in the corner.

A golden birdcage.

- is empty.

His dark eyes narrowed, and Riddle quickly walked over to pick up the birdcage. The door of the cage was not closed, and after a slight shake, the exquisite blue bird disappeared from the stand in the birdcage.

Apparently, it wasn't the bird itself that escaped, but its owner released the caged bird before leaving.

A bleak smile flitted across Riddle's face.

He wasn't surprised, which was very much in line with Fiona's usual style.She didn't have many things, so naturally everything should be arranged as well as possible.

As for the person or thing being arranged, whether she is satisfied with the way she was dealt with, this girl who just does what she wants doesn't think so much.

Heartbroken and blocked, Riddle inadvertently lowered his head and saw a piece of white paper pressed under the birdcage. He picked it up and turned it over, only to find that it was not a white piece of paper, but a photo.

It was the one he restored for Fiona, a photo of the Shafik family and the Lestrange family.

Fiona, who knows the truth about her life experience, should never want to see this photo again.

But she didn't throw it away.

why?

What else could it be because of?

This is what he recovered.

He also swore to her that he would give her everything she wanted. He vowed to resist his instinct and nature, and abandon his long-standing persistence to love her.

She believed it, and she said she would give him the love he wanted.

She is willing to let him be reborn.

The pictures in the memories clearly appeared in front of his eyes, and every word echoed in his ears with the original sound, and Riddle's heart that he thought had died into ashes once again felt a sharp pain.

Taking a deep breath and closing the door of the cage, Riddle walked out of the room with the bird cage in his hand. The vines crawling on the roof of the corridor immediately attacked again mercilessly. Riddle protected the cage and was severely whipped several times.One of them brushed his brow bone dangerously, and the blood immediately dripped down and dripped into his eyes, making the world a dazzling scarlet.

Riddle was too lazy to heal, he stepped out of the cellar quickly, intending to go back to the cabin and try the soul-binding spell for the last time.

"Tom?" A vague voice that seemed to come from another world stopped him in front of the hall.

Riddle turned his head abruptly, and saw a middle-aged man wearing only a shirt and a brown vest standing on the stairs, looking at him suspiciously.

It took him three blunt seconds to recognize the man.

"Dumbledore!" Shocked, Riddle blurted out his name, "You didn't go to the meeting?"

Dumbledore's expression changed a little, and he said lightly: "There are just some things to deal with. Anyway, there are many people participating, and I am not an important person who must be present."

Riddle didn't listen to his explanation carefully, and asked with both hope and hopelessness: "Do you know the new password for the principal's office?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Armando told me before he left."

Riddle's eyes burst into a desperate light.

At this moment, the long-standing disgust, hatred, anger and unwillingness towards Dumbledore disappeared, and he was grateful for Dumbledore's existence from the bottom of his heart.

Running back to the principal's office on the eighth floor again, Dumbledore gave the password, Riddle rushed in panting, and pulled the snoring Sorting Hat from the shelf.

"Oh! No! You rude bastard! Be gentle with a respectable old man like me!" The Sorting Hat was frightened and shouted loudly.

Riddle ignored it, fumbling eagerly in the hat.He reached in and out again and again, his fingers almost puncturing the hat, but no matter how many times he tried, his palm could only grab a handful of air from the hat.

"Come out... come out!" Fingers clutched the hat convulsively, Riddle's movements changed from eagerness to numbness, and then from numbness to mania, he roared furiously, "Where is the sword? Where is the sword!"

The Sorting Hat squeaked and screamed: "What are you crazy about, kid! I