[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The slowness of the flowers seems to be comparing which one is more vivid.

Who is she?

Cheryl almost jumped off the couch.

In Riddle Manor, apart from its owner, there are only house elves serving it. Even if there is a Death Eater summoned like her at this time, it should not be a little girl, let alone be so presumptuous in the garden. defloration.

She was still in doubt, when suddenly another hand came down from a higher position, picked a Christmas rose that seemed to be the most fully bloomed, and handed it to the little white hand. At hand - in an almost courteous gesture.

Cheryl felt dizzy and began to wonder if she was dreaming.

On the hand that gave the flowers was clearly wearing the emerald green ring that all Death Eaters were familiar with.

Until the door of the side hall was opened, and Riddle walked in with slightly brisk steps, Cheryl still seemed to be in a fog.

She saluted mechanically, and looked up at the face that was always unpredictable, but at this moment it was as vigorous and overly bright as a young man, and her heart clicked one after another, resembling a tap dance.

"I'm sorry to disturb your Christmas vacation, Cheryl, I'm here because I need you to do something." Riddle said with a smile.

"I would like to listen to your orders, my lord." Cheryl was serious.

"I don't know much about the current popular fabrics, dress styles, and various daily necessities, such as girls' toiletries, ribbon jewelry, etc., please help me choose a complete set, the style—" Riddle paused and pondered for a moment, "Forget it, all styles are ready, it doesn't matter if you don't need them."

"...My lord?" Cheryl asked blankly.

She could understand every word Riddle said, but when connected together, it seemed to become another strange language that she had never heard before.

Shouldn't her mission be to keep an eye on the whereabouts of some people secretly, or give orders to some members to assassinate him, or to investigate the truth of certain things and set up a secret bureau?

Buy - what to buy?

"Huh?" Riddle restrained his smile a little.

Cheryl shuddered, and quickly said, "Understood, my lord. Can you tell me the size of the dress?"

A piece of paper floated in front of her. Cheryl picked it up and looked at it. It contained various size data in detail, but after scanning it, she confirmed her guess.

Sure enough, it was a little girl.

I heard the man in front of me who shouldn't have anything to do with these numbers continue to say: "Sheryl, the reason I came to you is because I believe in your ability to handle affairs. Similarly, I also believe that other than you, for the time being Nobody's ever going to get wind of it. Do you understand?"

Cheryl was excited and proud of Riddle's respect, but while bending over to answer, she still couldn't help thinking, when will this "for the time being" be?What will people know when the time comes?

Cheryl had always disliked those among her colleagues who always presumed the wishes of adults, but since that day, she has always been thinking about it unconsciously.

who is that girlWhy did he suddenly appear beside the adults?Why is the adult so close and doting to her?Why did your lord temporarily conceal her existence?When and under what name are you going to announce her identity?

Cheryl remembered that when she was a child, her adoptive father Slughorn had inadvertently mentioned that Riddle had a lover in school.Although he didn't say what happened afterwards, he sighed with regret, and it probably didn't end well.

Thinking of the girl's approximate age, Cheryl had a vague guess.

This made her feel a little happy.

If the leader of an organization has no heir to appear for a long time, it will always have a subtle impact on internal stability.When the official announcement is made in the future, the Death Eaters will probably be more loyal to the Lord.

Cheryl thought eagerly.

However, the second Josephine Bourgeois who noticed something was not so happy.

Since the end of the Christmas holidays, Riddle has obviously slacked off a lot on the work of the Ministry of Magic.Although he didn't spend most of his energy on the Ministry of Magic in the past, and she was in charge of all the daily affairs, but at least he would sit in the Ministry of Magic to put on a show, meet more important people, and attend certain events as a minister. occasion.

But now it is normal to be late and leave early. Occasionally, she will ask for leave and miss work. The excuse is to attend an international conference. But Josephine knows that there are so many international conferences, and most of them are attended by Yardley.

Without Riddle, Josephine's status as deputy minister can only hold down ordinary members. Pure-blood wizards born in local families like Abraxas and Walburga, it is difficult for her to win them. attention.

She knew that many of them were curious about her identity, why a French woman of unknown origin would be reused by Riddle and became the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic. How much gossip.

In fact, there is nothing to hide about her identity, but if outsiders find out, it will give Riddle something to talk about.

From the surname of Bourgeois, they couldn't find out anything, but if they knew that her mother's surname was Rozier, many people would suddenly realize it.

Her mother was one of Grindelwald's most important saints—the famous Pope Rozier.

As for her father, she didn't know anything about him, except for the surname of Bourgeois, which could not be investigated at all.

When she was young, Josephine even suspected that she was the illegitimate daughter of Rozier and Grindelwald, but later she figured out that it was impossible.Instead of guessing that Grindelwald will produce an illegitimate daughter, it is better to look forward to the day when Riddle will produce a descendant with an unknown mother.

The reason why she followed Riddle was also to compete with the woman who revered Grindelwald as a god—in terms of the ability to provoke the hero, she thought she was better than her own mother.

At least for now it's Grindelwald who's locked inside.

Of course, Riddle promised her in private that giving her mother the best treatment in prison was also a reason.

She hated the woman who never took her daughter seriously, but she hoped that the ruthless woman could live well and see with her own eyes how her daughter did what she failed to do more perfectly than anyone else.

——Instead of being overwhelmed by the official affairs of the Ministry of Magic now!

Finally Josephine couldn't bear it and went to Cheryl.

She didn't like this secretary very much either, not because she was jealous of women, but because she always felt that she could see the shadow of her mother in Cheryl.

However, personal emotions do not affect their work attitude, and their superficial relationship is quite harmonious. After all, in an organization, women always have to be naturally united.

Facing her open and honest inquiry, Cheryl just smiled and shook her head, expressing that she didn't know either.

Josephine immediately understood that it wasn't that she didn't know, but that Riddle didn't want them to know.

Since no members of the Death Eaters seemed to have been mobilized, and Peretus' bloodthirsty hyena was still lazily dozing around the house, it shouldn't have mattered.

But if it's not important business, what on earth is Riddle busy with?

Apart from being unable to find anyone at night, this lord has never had any personal affairs. Could it be possible that he could really make an illegitimate child?

Josephine thought half speechlessly and half dissatisfied.

The two ladies were still cautiously watching the situation, but Peretus, whom Josephine used as a weathervane, swaggered into the Riddle Manor—to be exact, he didn't go in, he was blocked by a spiked fence Outside the iron gate.

He was a little surprised, but not very surprised, raised his eyebrows, and smiled thoughtfully.

In the past, Riddle Manor didn't have any defensive restrictions. After all, it was an empty lair only occasionally guarded by evil dragons. There was no need to worry about coveted thieves, and any warriors who dared to slay dragons were very welcome.

—The dragon does not need food, but the vulture waiting outside the cave is hungry for flesh.

Just like now, the vulture who hasn't had anything new to refresh his mood for a long time is bored, and the dragon's cave is abnormally closed and padlocked, which inevitably makes the vulture want to go in and find out.

Could it be that there are more treasures in the cave that need to be guarded closely?

The heart that crossed the border was about to move, Peretus bit the tip of the glove on his thumb, his light-colored pupils dilated with excitement, and contracted with fear.

He has always wanted to have a serious fight with Riddle - he knows that there will be no suspense in the ending, but he wants to see how much strength he can force Riddle.

Just when he was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to test Riddle, the house elf appeared inside the iron gate.

"Mr. Peretus." It lowered its head and lowered its hands in a respectful manner, "The master is away. If you have something to do, you can come back another day, or let me convey it for you."

Of course he knew Riddle wasn't there.

Otherwise, why would he come here at this time.

After staring at the main building in the manor for two seconds, Peretus decided to leave.

His current cooperative relationship with Riddle is quite happy, and there is no need to destroy it for the time being.

Just as he was about to turn around, another house elf suddenly appeared inside the door.

Are there two elves at Riddle Manor?

Perister thought about it for a second before giving up.

Wizards, who would remember to pay attention to how many elves there are and what they look like?

"Cookie?" The elf who appeared first asked in surprise.

Later, the little elf gave a "hmm", with a very arrogant posture, and said reservedly: "The hostess said, let him in."