[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

As I said earlier, it is impossible for a selfish and cowardly person like you to be recognized by Godric. "

Riddle stared fiercely at the hat. One of his eyes was pure black and the other was bloodshot. His expression and tone were terrifying.

"What else should I do! I have given up my chance to live, isn't that enough? I just want her to live, can't it?"

"How do I know! This is not the restriction I set!" The Sorting Hat was going crazy.

Riddle looked crazier than it, his eyes rolled quickly, he turned to Dumbledore with his hat, his tone changed from violent to mournful, "Professor, I know you can take it out, professor, please, help I take out the sword, and I'm willing to pay any price."

Although he didn't know what happened and what Riddle was going to do when he got the sword, Dumbledore deduced something from Riddle's situation at this time.

He looked at the boy who was furious at one moment, weak at another, almost going mad, and said softly, "I can't take it out."

As he spoke, he put his hand into the hat.

"Only those who really need it can get it," Dumbledore said with a sigh, spreading out his empty palms, "And, I don't know why you are so sure, but I may not be as courageous as you think."

Riddle begged incoherently: "Professor, try again. I believe you can. It can save Fiona. You are so kind and benevolent, you don't want to see your students die. Try again."

No one could refuse such a painful request. Dumbledore had to try twice more. The Sorting Hat said dissatisfiedly: "The sword can only be used by the person who took it out. Even if he took it out, you can't use it."

Riddle didn't care.

He could let Dumbledore do it, even if it meant his lifelong enemy would end his life himself.

Dumbledore, however, looked at him apologetically, shaking his head with a sigh.

The last flame of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished again.

Despair deeper than despair swallowed Riddle, he staggered and took two steps back, hit the corner of the desk, and fell to the ground.Unable to bear the pain of being torn apart, he arched his waist and lowered his head, covering his face with a trembling hand, and clenched the sorting hat with the other hand, his knuckles were so pale and sharp that they almost poked Broken skin.

The Sorting Hat was unusually silent.

Dumbledore turned his head unbearably, Slughorn leaned behind the door and pulled his beard, the portraits on the wall slipped away to other frames one by one, and the office was dead quiet.

A drop of water-red liquid overflowed from between Riddle's fingers, and dripped silently on the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat shook violently.

"Bang Dang." The crisp sound of an object falling to the ground shook everyone's heart in the dead silent office.

Dumbledore turned his head back, Slughorn turned around, Riddle slowly raised his head, half of his face was covered in bloody mess.

They all stared at one spot on the floor.

There lay a sword that had just slipped from the Sorting Hat, its brilliance shining brightly.

Riddle jumped to his feet, grabbed his sword and sprinted away.

84. Raiders No.80 Four Steps to Love, Wake Up

Back in the cabin, Riddle came up with an unrealistic fantasy before pushing open the door, maybe Fiona just fell into a coma for a short time, and now she is awake.

However, when he saw the figure lying quietly on the bed, he fell back to the tragic reality again.

He approached and looked at Fiona carefully, she seemed to be a little more beautiful than before he left, her face shrouded in lustrous luster showed a kind of breathtaking beauty, like a flower blooming to its most beautiful The rose of time.

about to wither.

Riddle couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch her, but when he saw the blood on his hand, he paused, then withdrew his hand.

He called the house-elf, and calmly told him to bring a clean suit, and let him do it again from head to toe, combed his hair, healed his wounds, wiped all the stains, and his shirt was buttoned. The top button, and the leather shoes on the feet are spotlessly polished.

When the man in the mirror regained his decency and handsomeness, looking graceful and full of charm—just like the first time he met in Fiona's memory, Riddle ordered the house elf to go to Hogg tomorrow morning Watts looked for Dumbledore, no need to explain anything, just bring him here.

It can be regarded as a black humor. Up to now, the only person Riddle can trust, who can let him rest assured to entrust Fiona's safety, is Dumbledore.

The house-elf stepped back.

Riddle half-kneeled in front of the bed, put the gold cup beside the pillow, gently supported Fiona's head, and put the Slytherin locket around her neck.After thinking about it, he put Ravenclaw's diadem on her head. Although he didn't need it, he felt that no one was more worthy of wearing this diadem than her.

After carefully arranging Fiona's hair and clothes, Riddle stared at her face seriously for the last time, and kissed her lips with infinite tenderness and attachment.

"From now on, I will never lie to you again." He said in a low voice.

Riddle stood up, raised his sword and pointed it at Fiona, the gleaming blade of the sword slowly touched her heart, but Riddle could faintly feel the sharp cold approaching his throat.

The hand that had cast countless unforgivable spells suddenly trembled, and the sword in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy, pulling his hand down.

"Mr. Riddle, are you afraid?" The system made a voice like a mosquito smelling blood, "It's too late to repent now, don't worry, I won't laugh at you, after all, it is human nature to be afraid of death. Be honest Said, you can make this decision is enough to surprise me. As for you, let's not demand more."

Riddle said calmly: "I don't know what purpose you have been holding all this time, and I don't want to know now. I just ask you a question, and I hope you can answer me truthfully."

"Just ask."

"Will she survive?"

"It's up to you," the system said, "if the sword in your hand is as strong as your heart, she will survive."

After a moment of silence, Riddle stopped hesitating, clenched the sword in his hand, and stabbed it firmly into Fiona's chest. He stopped, and seeing that Fiona didn't feel any pain, he continued to slide down, A gash an inch long was cut in her chest with the sword.

It was a fatal wound, but miraculously, no blood gushed out of the wound, as if the sword had just pierced a doll stuffed with cotton.

But when Riddle pulled out the sword, the wound on Fiona's chest glowed bright red, and a drop of bright red blood like a gem rose slowly from the wound, floating in the air and spinning, constantly Expansion and contraction, like a beating heart.

Riddle stared intently at the drop of blood until he was sure that it would no longer change. Then he held the sword flat, supported the solidified blood drop with the blade, and moved it carefully to the top of the golden cup. Afterwards, he tilted the sword , the blood beads rolled down and fell into the golden cup.

As if water had been poured into hot oil, a dazzling white light with a strong magical aura erupted from the golden cup. At the same time, an erratic white phantom emerged from the head of the lying person, as if drawn by some kind of force. , and seemed to be fighting against another force inside the body, drifting towards the golden cup slowly and with difficulty.

That is - Fiona's soul?

Riddle stared blankly at the mass of white virtual light that seemed to dissipate at any moment, and suddenly had a strong urge to embrace it.

He tried his best not to move, and watched it approach the golden cup little by little with bated breath.

Just when the light cluster passed in front of Riddle, it suddenly trembled and moved a certain distance in Riddle's direction. Riddle seemed to feel a strange gravitational force, and he took a step forward involuntarily.

The light in the golden cup was more intense, and the white light cluster seemed to have materialized a bit, the gravitational force pulling it from the body was completely broken, and it flew into the golden cup lightly.

The light gradually faded, but it didn't go out completely. A circle of holy gleam filled with powerful vitality shrouded the golden cup like the morning light before sunrise, indicating that it was exerting its magical power of repairing the soul.

Riddle turned his head to look at Fiona. The wound on her chest had healed quickly during the period just now, and her face was still calm. It was completely impossible to see that it was a body that had lost its soul.

What should be done has been done, and all the grief, fear and worry dissipated as the dust settled, leaving only a piece of relief and a little joy and satisfaction in Riddle's heart.

Fiona will survive.

This result was enough for him to accept his impending death without any regrets.

Moving an armchair to the side of the bed and sitting down, Riddle stretched out his hand to hold Fiona's hand. The soft little hand was still warm, and the resurrection stone ring on the ring finger was a little cold.

He closed his eyes, calmly waiting for the real darkness to descend.

Every second before the end of his life seemed like an eternity, and Riddle replayed every detail of his time with Fiona in his mind, smiling and sighing.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the hand wrapped in the palm is still warm.

Riddle forced himself not to be agitated, not to let his emotions get out of control, and to wait patiently, preserving his last dignity.

However, it has been too long.

Riddle finally opened his eyes.

It was already pitch black outside the window, which meant that it was not his illusion that a long time had passed.