[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, the empty birdcage on the hanger, everything is motionless.

Riddle remembered what Hans said, everything here is indeed like yesterday.

Including the young girl lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully.

Putting the flowers in the vase, Riddle sat down in the armchair beside the bed and gazed at Fiona again for a long time.

She wore a crown on her head, a locket hanging on her chest, and a golden cup with a faint light always lingering beside her pillow. Under the effects of the longevity potion and the locket, her face was kept at its brightest.The skin is white and delicate, the cheeks and lips are plump and rosy, the faint eyelashes under the eyelids seem to have been meticulously drawn, and each one is curled just right.

Her face turned slightly to Riddle, as if she was leisurely waiting for him to wake her up anytime.

This is an illusion.

Because he has already tried countless times.

But he still held her hand, kissed her fingertips lightly, and whispered softly: "Fiona."

The hand in the palm was as expected, and there was no reaction.

Riddle looked at Fiona and sighed helplessly, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to be old."

Outsiders think that Riddle seems to have remained unchanged, but they don't know how many methods he has searched in secret, just to slow down the speed of aging.

It's absurd to say that he refused to die in the past, which could be regarded as a great cause, but now he looks like a woman who is worried about falling out of favor, afraid of the cruelty of time, and her appearance is getting old.

He once doubted whether his love for Fiona would fade with the passage of time-after all, love with Fiona is not something that is eternal.However, every time he sits here and his eyes wander over Fiona's face, he can feel that his love for her is like steel that has been tempered repeatedly, each time becoming sharper and stronger each time solid.

Sometimes he felt that what he loved was not just Fiona herself, but something that she condensed and symbolized.

For example, the young and ignorant ones who were forgotten by him, the emotional shock at the first acquaintance, the unbelievable self-denial but the firm choice, the real seeing and the only understanding.Or it is the endless watch of sitting all night long, the unwillingness to admit defeat after exhausting all the tricks, expecting the recognition of the works that have been painstakingly crafted, and the less you can't get, the more you desire.

However, all he loves is himself who loves Fiona.

But no matter what it is, whether his love conforms to the definition of the world, whether her love for him is exactly the same, whether there is anything else unspeakable between them, whether she belongs to him, or whether he surrenders to her , he doesn't care anymore.

He only cares about one thing.

In his life, she is real.

"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 100."

"mission completed."

"Triggering CG animation: as real as you want."

"Excuse me—" The voice of the system that had been silent for 20 years resounded faintly, like a skeleton sitting up suddenly from a grave, which shocked Riddle's conditioned reflex, "Do you want to watch?"

Riddle gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, and he stared at Fiona closely with ecstasy. After a long time, he saw that she was still sleeping unconsciously, with heavy shadows covering her face again.

He asked: "Why didn't Fiona wake up, and her favorability increased?"

"Because she has been watching you, all the time, she is secretly examining your soul."

"What do you mean?"

"It means—" A chuckle suddenly sounded in his mind, and the laughter was like thunder on the ground, making Riddle's head buzzing.

"Hello, Tom," said the deepest voice with a smile.

Thin and soft voice, cold and indifferent tone, so familiar that there is an illusion of strangeness.

It was Fiona's voice.

89. Raiders No.80 Nine-step ending, the most perfect

Before Riddle sorted out anything useful from his chaotic thoughts, his eyes went dark, his body was pulled and fell, and when the swirling black curtain in front of him was revealed, he found that he still couldn't see anything, and he immediately Realize that you are standing in a dark place.

But in the next moment, a silvery-white light flashed before his eyes, and he keenly grasped that it was a vague light cluster with a vague outline, which flew out from where it should be the window and disappeared.

The memory was touched, and before Riddle could recall it, he found that the environment in his field of vision was changing rapidly. One moment was a house, another moment was a lake, another moment was a forest, and another moment was a road. The world rotated upside down, like a kaleidoscope spinning crazily .

Riddle was a little dizzy, but he kept his eyes open, not letting go of any details that emerged.

Finally, the world is still, and the surrounding environment has stabilized and will not change.He looked up and found that he was standing on the road in front of Wu's Orphanage.

Riddle observed carefully and saw that besides him, there was another thing hovering at the gate of the orphanage.

It was a transparent light shadow that seemed to be outlined with water, small, like a water mark, floating erratically.

Is it the light cluster that flew out?

Or--

Riddle stared at the phantom, and could vaguely distinguish a dazed expression from the blurred face.

He was both shocked and unbelievable.

Fiona's torn soul fragments during the magic riot actually appeared in Wu's Orphanage?

But in retrospect, it seems that it is not incomprehensible.Perhaps this place, which caused Fiona's fateful turn, left an indelible mark on the deepest part of her soul.Even if she doesn't remember, her soul has been instinctively following this mark, trying to return to where she should be.

Did Fiona's soul fragment stay in the orphanage ever since?

Just as Riddle was guessing, the phantom suddenly raised his head, and then flew through the door and walls of the orphanage. His vision traveled with her again, and finally landed on the atrium of the orphanage.

"Tom! Did you take my whistle!" A tall and strong boy shouted, and there were three or four children beside him, staring angrily at the opposite side with him as if cheering.

Riddle saw his six-year-old self sitting on the flower bed, pulling a wild flower in his hand until only the stem was left, and said absently: "The things you regard as treasures may not be rare to others, why don't you go to the mouse hole?" Looking for it? Maybe the mice will like this wooden thing very much."

The tall boy was about to beat him with his fists clenched, but little Riddle threw the bare flower stalk in his face, and the flower stalk suddenly turned into a bee and stung him hard on the nose.

The boy immediately ran back screaming, and the surrounding children also ran behind and disappeared.

Looking at their panicked backs, little Riddle sneered, turned around and dug out a wooden whistle covered in mud from the flower bed, looked at it with satisfaction for a while, and buried it deeply in the soil again.

Looking at this scene, Riddle recalled his psychology at the time.

Of course he is not interested in that whistle, but he likes to take away or destroy other people's beloved things, and see them show distressed and angry expressions, but there is nothing they can do about him.

Because he couldn't understand why other people had things that could easily make them happy, and seeing their smiles from the bottom of their hearts made him unhappy, as if they were showing off what he couldn't have.

He didn't, and they certainly shouldn't have either.

But now, he not only has something he cherishes, but also feels the pain of being ruthlessly taken away.

Is this the so-called retribution?Riddle thought sarcastically.

He looked at Fiona's soul fragment, she was floating beside little Riddle, her expression was still blank, she seemed to be in a state of unconsciousness.

She roamed aimlessly in the orphanage for a few days, and finally she was attracted by the fluctuations of magic power displayed by little Riddle from time to time. Del couldn't see her at all, didn't feel it.

Time accelerated, little Riddle grew up rapidly, and that soul seemed to become his shadow in another world, following him silently until he entered Hogwarts.

When seeing Fiona for the first time, the soul fragment seemed to sense something, and moved away from Riddle and leaned towards her, but it seemed that she was rejected by some kind, and she couldn't get close to Fiona's body at all, Fiona And like everyone else, I can't see my lost soul.

The soul fragment lingered in the school for a short period of time, like a speck of dust, and no one paid attention to her.

She was forgotten by the whole world.

So she returned to her familiar place—Riddle's side, and became a silent and lonely shadow again.

Riddle, who was watching all this, couldn't tell what it was like. At the same place and at the same time, there were two Fionas silently watching him with different eyes. This seemed to be creepy, but he just felt A sour joy.

He was content to have all of Fiona for himself.

Time passed quickly again, and the scene changed, and Riddle appeared in an abandoned classroom, with Fiona and his past self.

Riddle looked at it for a while, and recognized that this was the scene where Fiona controlled him to make a Horcrux. When he recited the mysterious spell in his memory, he found that it had been tied to him like a kite. The fragments of his soul were actually torn by the hurricane in the room.

That wind seems to have an irresistible force for the soul, he saw the fragments of the soul that had always lacked expression, flowing when being sucked into the vortex of the air current.