[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

but facts.

He looked down at the rosy-faced Fiona, hesitatingly stretched out his hand to detect her breath, and what he felt with his fingers was the regular breath that was no different from ordinary people.

His hands trembled, and Riddle couldn't help asking the system: "How long will Fiona's body die?"

The system made no sound.

Just when Riddle almost thought that the system had left work, the unwavering voice finally sounded, "An astonishing accident happened."

Riddle reflexively looked at Jin Bei and became nervous, "What?"

"Congratulations, Mr. Riddle, it looks like you won't die."

This good news blew Riddle up like a thunderbolt on the ground, but instead of being ecstatic, he was full of surprise.

"What do you mean?" Riddle's tone was serious, he wasn't sure if he could afford this unexpected turn of events that even the system didn't expect.

"Originally, according to the method and steps given by Salazar Slytherin, the body of the mission target is going to die, but—" the system actually applauded, "It seems to be a move that leads to all losses, but unexpectedly It became a very delicate move, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was an arrangement in your plan."

Riddle frowned, and said coldly, "Don't play charades, speak quickly!"

"The longevity potion that the mission target drank stimulated the vitality in her body. Her broken soul could not bear such vigorous vitality, so her collapse was accelerated. However, when her soul was completely withdrawn, the mutually exclusive confrontation ceased to exist. The magic power of the longevity potion fully maintained the operation of her body without a soul."

"In short," said the system, "with her soul healed in the golden chalice, her body nourished by the potion of immortality, and maintained by the Slytherin pendant, she will not die in any sense. .”

So to say--

Riddle could not believe the conclusions he had drawn.

He kept repeating hope, disappointment and despair, and could no longer easily believe in any turning point that suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was afraid that this was another malicious joke played on him by the system.

"It's good news for you, but it's terrible news for me," the system groaned bluntly in a plain voice, "It seems that my off-duty time will be postponed until I don't know when gone."

Really?

Could it be true?

Riddle was still in a trance like falling into a cloud.

The system clicked his tongue, as if he was not happy to speak.

Ecstasy swept in slowly and late, and Riddle finally believed the fact that he had escaped from death, and his limbs went limp and he slumped down in the chair.

His face was red, his heart was beating almost to a sudden stop, and his body was trembling uncontrollably due to excessive emotional ups and downs. It seemed that he was more frightened than facing the god of death wielding the sickle just now.

When his body finally stopped shaking, Riddle was overwhelmed with a strong sense of exhaustion both physically and mentally, as if he had been diving in the deep sea for three days and three nights before finally climbing ashore, and he couldn't use any strength to get up.

He forced himself to stand up from the chair, lay down on the edge of the bed and hugged Fiona.

Burying his head in the hair of Fiona's shoulder, feeling her pulse, he took a deep breath, wanting to share with her the excitement and anxiety of the rest of his life.

"When will she wake up?" Riddle asked expectantly.

"Who knows!" the system said impatiently, "Her soul is shattered, one year, two years, ten years, 20 years, maybe 80 years. Anyway, the later she wakes up, the longer you will live. You can pray that she will not wake up for the rest of her life, and you can use another method to achieve the goal of eternal life."

At this time, Riddle didn't care how harsh the system's words were. His lips landed on Fiona's face, pecking and kissing her forehead, nose tip, and lips all the way down.

Wake up when the dawn comes, my love.

He prayed fervently and devoutly.

85. Raiders No.80 Five-step Trapped Beast, and Freedom

Prayers were not answered.

Riddle had long been mentally prepared for this outcome. After all, during the 11 years in the orphanage, he never finished his pre-dinner prayer seriously, and after entering Hogwarts, he never talked about Merlin. Pass.

If Fiona really woke up the next day as he wished, he would have to wonder if he should be a devout believer.

However, probably no god is willing to be believed by him.

Riddle stayed by Fiona's bed the entire time, barely leaving her room.Even if he went to the bathroom to wash up, or had a quick meal, he would feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

He always felt unreal about surviving, so he couldn't help worrying about what might happen to Fiona during the short time he was away.

Therefore, it is difficult for him to sleep well now. The sound sleep the day before Fiona fell asleep seems to have overdrawn all the nights since then. Confirm Fiona's condition.

While nervously worried, Riddle also harbored an unrealistic expectation, as if Fiona would wake up the next second he stared at at any time, which was another reason why he didn't dare to leave for too long.

He hoped that she could see him the moment she opened her eyes, or rather, he hoped that he could see the moment she opened her eyes.

What is longer than waiting for death is waiting for the resurrection of a loved one.

Riddle felt like the children he had despised in the orphanage, who knew that Santa Claus was just a poor trick to trick children, but still couldn't help looking forward to it, lying by the window until dawn on Christmas Eve.

As he mocked, they didn't see Santa galloping through the sky on his reindeer to drop presents, and he never waited until those cornflower-colored eyes opened and looked up at him with the familiar secret secret. smile.

Disappointment is like dew, which is always quietly condensed by the chill in the middle of the night, soaking his skin and viscera wet and cold, then evaporates silently under the sunlight that drives away the darkness, and rises out of the restless scorching heat new expectations.

So day and night.

To keep himself from being driven mad by the agonizing overwatch, sometimes Riddle would let himself act like a goofy boy in love, imagining their future when Fiona woke up.

They would go back to Hogwarts to continue their studies, and he didn't want to waste time on those future-setting contacts, and he would no longer be meticulous in everything to maintain his perfect image.He would pick her up for breakfast every day and sit next to each other in the same class.He also listened when she listened carefully, and he secretly passed notes to her when she thought it was boring.

When they are not in class, they hide in the Room of Requirement. He can teach her everything he knows, but she probably won't convince him. She is smart and tactful, and she will definitely argue with him by analogy. Judging from previous experience, winning less and losing more should be regarded as the most decent ending.

But what about making her proud?Abraxas Malfoy said in self-mockery that a man's low neck is used to make a woman domineering.

Riddle thought at the time that he would have cervical spondylosis sooner or later, but now he convincingly admits that this is a motto for the world.

Of course, they can't stay in the room all the time, she is too poor - it would be better if she can recover when she wakes up, he will take her for a walk on the lawn, play Quidditch on the court, and take her She went to the Forbidden Forest in search of unicorns.They could go to Hogsmeade on weekends. She didn't like crowded places, so she would go to the bookstore and eat some small cakes in the dessert shop.

There is also the useful thing of the disappearing cabinet. He can take her out of the castle at any time, go to Gaunt's old house to find the basilisk, come to the wooden house for vacation, or if she wants to see her parents, they will go to the Muggle's little house. villa.

After waking up, she would have no worries, and maybe she would want to recognize her parents. He had a good impression of the couple, so he could completely ignore their Muggle identities and sit down with them for tea.He has confidence and they will like him.

As for after graduation, he plans to take Fiona to travel around the world, follow the footsteps he once walked, and share with her all the things she has never experienced with him.She is clear-headed and has a unique point of view. The discussions between them will definitely be full of interesting and profound meanings, which will bring him insights that are difficult to understand when he is alone.

After the trip, they returned to England. He entered the Ministry of Magic first. It didn't take long for him to have the right to speak in the magic world. He could listen to Fiona's opinion on how to proceed further.It is estimated that she is not interested in this kind of boring political activities, but as long as she is willing, not only the glory, but he can also share the authority with her.

If she wants to hide behind the scenes, he will build the safest lair and hide her in the deepest place where no one can spy. If she wants to go to the front of the stage, he will give her the kneeling and praise of the whole world.

The boundless imagination is so beautiful that people can't help but smile, and it can pass the time very well, but dreams always have to wake up.Once his thoughts returned from the clouds, Riddle could only painfully accept the cruel reality of being alone.

He sat gloomy and lonely in the armchair beside the bed, idly staring at his own shadow on the floor, watching it rotate around him as the sun moved, sometimes elongated like a disgruntled man The hanged ghost looked at him eeriely, sometimes like a puddle of blackened old blood, exuding a faint rotten smell under his feet.

In this way, short or long two months later, the owl appeared and sent the book list for the new semester.