[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

When he saw the owl, Riddle shivered, and his whole body was suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of fear.

It's only been two months?Why did he feel darker than ten years of wandering in Albania?

He used to think that 100 years of life was too short, but now it is only two months, and he has been exhausted by the anxious waiting. , or even 20 years and 80 years, what kind of perseverance and determination should he use to persist?

Will his feelings for Fiona be exhausted in the hopeless waiting day after day?

Riddle didn't believe that there was unshakable love in the world, so he couldn't help intimidating himself with an uncertain future.How powerful he is in pursuing power and creating terror, and how vulnerable he is in the face of emotions that cannot be realized and measured in essence.

At such a time, Riddle desperately hoped that the system would jump out and say some words of ridicule and attack. For him, hostility could cheer him up more than love.

But the system never fulfilled his wishes. Ever since he unexpectedly survived that day, it seemed to be dead instead, and never spoke a word again.

Seeing that Fiona showed no signs of waking up, in order not to sink deeper and deeper into the depression, Riddle forced himself to go back to school, and went to the wooden house through the disappearing cabinet every night, and left at dawn.

In school, he was also reluctant to give up, and he dealt with everything hastily, but he was somewhat relieved, which effectively relieved his growing anxiety in the cramped environment.

It was also at this time that Riddle remembered the box Fiona had left for him.

It is not difficult to decipher the runes Fiona left on the box, but it takes a lot of time and careful deduction.What Riddle lacks most now is time, and what he is most happy about is that there is a place where he can justifiably divert his attention.

After spending sleepless nights and forgetting to eat and sleep, he found the correct cracking method in less than a month.Just as he was excitedly about to engrave new runes on it and open the box, a flash of thought stopped his wand that was about to fall.

Another way to open the box is to say the correct password, what will be the password set by Fiona?

With her complex and delicate personality, the last password she left must convey some kind of message to him, which must hide her most secret and deepest thoughts, and is a euphemistic expression of her feelings that she can't express but really cares about.

He thought of the two poems she had left him, which were metaphors for her completely different views and confessions to him in two emotional states.

This time, what would she want to say to him before parting?

Riddle's mind became completely clear.

He once again recalled the moments since he and Fiona met, and the process was a little unsmooth, because he had to sort out the distorted and disordered timeline caused by multiple rewindings into what finally appeared in Fiona's perspective.

Reasoning, Riddle couldn't help but smile wryly.He was exposed in front of Fiona, and there were a lot of loopholes that could not be justified. She was able to resist not to expose them one by one. Tolerance let him go.

So, the final password will be - the truth?wrong.fact?wrong.Lies, deceit, conspiracy?Neither is right.

Go the other way, love?wrong.trust?wrong.Rebirth, immortality, death?Still not right.

Riddle tried countless words that he thought were more meaningful to Fiona, but they all failed. He couldn't help wondering whether Fiona would set up a certain sentence or a paragraph, and then he himself denied it. guess.

She wouldn't leave him a lock where he couldn't find the key.

So, what will it be?

What did she want to say to him?

What is she thinking?

Sure enough, it is much more difficult to guess Fiona's mind than to break any spell.

Riddle stared at the box in his hand and sighed deeply, then shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

It was just like this that made him more addicted and unable to escape.

Closing his eyes and pinching the base of his nose twice to relieve fatigue, Riddle stood up and walked towards the terrace, ready to move his stiff body.His gaze swept across Fiona's room, and then quickly retracted following the sudden stop, landing on the coat hanger in the corner.

There hung the empty cage he had brought back.

Free the bird.

Freedom regained.

——"Don't become a trapped animal for me."

--"you are free."

After being stunned for two seconds, Riddle lifted the box and said softly, "Freedom."

"Crack."

The lid popped open.

On the black flannel, a green gemstone ring that was as transparent as water droplets lay there quietly.The ring is not exquisite, the ring looks like it should be Mithril, except that it is polished very smooth, it can only be said to be simple and unpretentious.

Riddle didn't bother to read it carefully, and hurriedly took out the note that was locked in the lid of the box and unfolded it.

Dear Tom:

Being able to read this letter means that you are still alive, so by the way, let me tell you another thing worth celebrating. If you crack the box opened by the spell, you will be greeted with a death curse.You know, another word for gift in German is poison.

Why be surprised?If your love for me is just a deception with an impure purpose, then dying with me is the price I carefully arranged for you.You should understand that this is not unfair.

But since you are still alive, it proves that some of my guesses are wrong or biased, and it also means that your honeyed words are not wrapped in honey. If this is the case, then I will give you a small gift as It's a gift in return for thanking you all the time for what you've done for me.

It's a bit shabby, sorry, after all, what I can give is really limited.

Tom, I've heard of what love looks like, but I've never seen it. It's like comparing vaguely with the shadow under the lamp. I probably love you, but I'm not completely sure.Just as I know you probably love me.

I can't see the result of the last test left for you, so your love is to me a coin in the palm of my hand, unresolved.But you once said that my love can regenerate you, so whether I love you or not is like my death to you, which is enough to make a final decision.

Yes or no, it's none of my business.

How you treat it is your freedom.

It's a pity that my soul is starting to crumble, and I can't use my abilities, otherwise the real gift to you should be oblivion.

Whether it's being missed from time to time like a leaky roof, or fading from memory like a coffee stain on a carpet, it's not what I want.Completely forget, for me and you, maybe you can get real freedom.

good luck.

Fiona.

Riddle read the letter word by word, and he felt that his heart was like a balloon that kept blowing up. When it was blown up to the limit and was about to burst, it was relieved again and wrinkled.Both sour and swollen, both painful and woody.

He tossed and turned and read it several times, staring at the paper for a while, then carefully put it away and picked up the ring.

The emerald inlaid in the ring is prenate, which is very pure, but compared to the precious rubies, sapphires, emeralds, etc., it is only a relatively inferior and cheap gemstone.

However, some gypsy witches who know divination believe that prenate stones have mystical powers.

It can bring luck to people.

Riddle walked to the bed and leaned over to hold Fiona's hand. The black resurrection stone ring was heavy and loose on her ring finger, looking lifeless.

Salazar said the ring was cursed and would bring misfortune.

She wants to take misfortune with her to the grave.

But I want to leave luck to him.

Riddle used Fiona's hand to put the prenate ring on his ring finger. She didn't know when she measured it, but it was just the right size.

Interlocking fingers, Riddle kissed the back of Fiona's hand.

"You are my freedom." His voice was soft.

In order to regain his freedom, he can wait no matter how long it takes.

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87. Raiders No.80 Uncrowned in seven steps, the king of the

Outside the elevator was a wide and quiet square space, covered with a thick dark red carpet, surrounded by flowers and green plants, and there was a desk and chair next to the elevator, but no one was there.

There are two sofas in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, which are obviously underground but brightly lit. They seem to be for guests to wait and rest.In the middle is a huge fountain like an incense burner, but instead of water, what comes out of it is silver smoke-like gas, with a refreshing fragrance.

The tense moods of Detrich and Dürer were miraculously relieved by this fragrance.

The end of the room opposite the door of the elevator led to a corridor with several closed rooms on either side. They entered the corridor cautiously through the square hall and turned right at the end to find another corridor with only windows. , and it leads to an imposing tall oak door.

Needless to say, that must be the office of the Minister for Magic.

Detrich and Dürer were overjoyed, and were about to walk there when they heard two superimposed "quickly imprisoned" sounds behind them. Before they could react, they found that their bodies had been tied up by invisible ropes, and they couldn't move. Unable to fall to the ground.

The slight sound of footsteps approaching them, followed by the tangy aroma that became clear, Detrich guessed in his heart, raised his head sideways with difficulty, and sure enough saw the man who was in the elevator just now. She looked at him lazily with her wand raised.

"We meet again," he seemed