[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Go back and cover yourself with the quilt and close your eyes.

He muttered softly: "Don't think I don't know that you guys are always winking in private..."

Riddle: "..." It's just an exchange of knowing glances when they meet occasionally.

He glanced at Yardley's sleepy face, which had returned to the dream, and thought that this guy looked stupid, but he was actually very sharp, otherwise he wouldn't have become his most useful follower in school.

A few days later, seeing that there was no news in the school, and Dumbledore didn't notice it, he was still very kind and caring to him, and Fiona's favorability was still ups and downs, so Riddle went to the bathroom to summon the snake again in the middle of the night Strange.

He watched it devour all the animals he had brought, sighed contentedly, and asked if it remembered Salazar's past.

The basilisk was more excited to hear Salazar's name than to be able to eat, and said quickly: "Salazar...likes me...catch me...the tenderest fawn and allow me...to put my head on his lap Come on... he told me stories..."

Riddle was not interested in the warm memory between their pets, and after listening to a few sentences, he interrupted it impatiently.

"Does he have any magic that he has been researching? Or where is he hiding some secret treasure? In Hogwarts, where did he go most often? Where was the last place he went before leaving Hogwarts?"

Don't expect the basilisk to say anything useful by itself, Riddle can only ask questions that it can understand and answer from a different angle.

The basilisk spoke intermittently under his eliciting questions. Although most of it was useless nonsense, there were also some worth noting information.

Just as Riddle was digging deeper, a drunken voice suddenly sounded outside the washroom.

"Who's in there?"

It's Admin Apolion Pringle!

Riddle was startled and suspicious.

He obviously used the Ignore Charm, and Pringle's ability is average and he always drinks during the night watch. How could he notice the slight movement in the bathroom when he passed by?

Seeing that there was no response, Pringle chuckled, "I'd like to see what kind of brat it is, who stays up in the middle of the night and sneaks into the bathroom."

Unsteady footsteps were approaching. Even if the basilisk was ordered to leave, the open pipe could not be closed immediately. Riddle thought for a moment before making a decision.

He hissed lightly, letting the basilisk retreat into the pipe first, put on the invisibility cloak, and watched the drunken Pringle walk in with a calm expression.

They got on well, especially after he sent Pringle a few bottles of fine wine, and Pringle made him his favorite student, and often sent him his own smoked ham—which he threw away, of course. Feed it to Yardley.

Pringle saw the open pipe on the pool, and approached suspiciously. He was so drunk that he poked his head to look without any vigilance, and met a pair of yellow and cold snake eyes hidden in the pipe.

He fell stiffly to the ground, his out-of-focus eyes meeting another pair of ruthless black eyes peeking out from under the cloak.

Riddle glanced at the people on the ground indifferently, let the basilisk swallow him and destroy his corpse, and then ordered it to go back to sleep in the stone room, and not make any movement unless he found it again.

Then, he closed the entrance to the pool, checked the scene carefully, and after making sure that there were no traces left, he closed the cloak tightly and left the bathroom without a sound.

On the way back to the cellar, Riddle repeatedly compared the two accidents—no, if there was only one, it could still be called an accident, but he did not believe that the same accident would happen to him twice.

Could it be that he was so unlucky?

"Actually, seriously, there is no one more unlucky than you," the system said.

"To shut up."

It is by no means an accident.

Riddle came to a conclusion.

The next day, the news of Pringle's disappearance spread among the students, and Riddle heard the system's broadcast.

"Ding. Add 20 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 44."

He looked directly in Fiona's direction without looking.

The petite girl with long gray hair stood in the crowd like a ghost with a pale complexion, looking at him from afar.

The four eyes met for a moment, and the corners of her lips curled up on her expressionless face, forming a gradually expanding happy arc.

"Wonderful." She mouthed silently.

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"Ding. Trigger the CG animation: the puppeteer behind the curtain. Would you like to watch it?"

Before Riddle's emotions could fluctuate, he was distracted by the words of the system.

"CG animation?" He analyzed the word and found that he couldn't guess what it was from the meaning of the word.

The system said indifferently: "You didn't understand the explanation, so I asked you if you want to read it."

"..." Riddle gritted his teeth, "Look."

As soon as the words fell, Riddle felt as if someone had slapped the back of his head and then pressed down heavily. The ground under his feet disappeared, and the whole person fell headfirst and weightlessly.

However, in the blink of an eye, he landed smoothly on the ground again, but the scene in front of him changed from the corridor to the Slytherin common room.

He looked around and found another himself sitting on the single sofa.

It was Tom Riddle, who was fifteen or sixteen years old. He didn't wear a school gown, but only a shirt and a vest. He sat with his legs crossed and leaned back. He held a cup of black tea in his hand, and his lips could be seen through the curling heat. There is a faint smile lingering, the overall posture is relaxed and elegant, revealing a hidden high-spirited spirit.

Pensieve?Riddle guessed.

The system said: "You can understand it this way."

Anyway, it is probably a memory from the past reappearing.Riddle figured out the situation and continued to observe.

In his memory, there were still many people around him, and Riddle saw Walburga and her cousin Lucretia talking and laughing intimately, and occasionally glanced ambiguously at another Riddle.Across from them sat Yardley and Philkron Avery, who were having a heated argument.

Tiffany leaned half-sitting and half-standing on the edge of the armrest of the sofa he was sitting on, her waist twisted into a voluptuous curve, staring at him obsessively, whenever she wanted to dawdle to get closer, a little cold light would catch her Make her flinch back.

Then Walburga and the others would snicker.Tiffany glared at them, but was still unwilling to move her position.

Others were Antonin Dolokhov, Orion Black, Havelock Mulserber, Balfour Knott, etc., who, due to their younger grades, were scattered around, sitting or standing, or Talk in twos, or be silent alone.

Riddle didn't care about them and only locked on to Fiona.

She was sitting alone on the stone bench by the window, her stature looked much taller than that of the first grader, but she was still too thin and petite, it was not impossible to say that she was only in the second or third grade.

The cold blue light floated in the lake outside the window, covering her pale face with a layer of misty water-colored light, making her look mysterious and treacherous.

Riddle walked to her side, relying on her not being able to see himself, he could finally observe her unscrupulously.

Holding a book in her hand, she seemed to be concentrating on reading, but when she turned the pages, she would inadvertently turn her head, looking as if she was shaking off the broken hair that fell on her cheeks, but she was actually looking towards the surrounding circle. The man in the center casts a stealthy glance.

Even though that gaze didn't fall on his current self, Riddle still felt like a feather scratched his back slightly, and a slight itchiness climbed from his waist to his scalp.

Following Fiona's gaze, Riddle looked at the boy himself. He was serving as the referee for the argument between Yardley and Fairkron, pointing from above, completely unaware of the interesting streak in the shadow The vision of planning and planning wrapped around him as finely and lightly as a spider's silk.

After a while, he put down his teacup and stood up, saying, "I'll leave for a while."

Yardley took a break from the argument and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Take a bath in the prefect's bathroom," said Tom Riddle lazily. "Status is meaningless without privilege."

Yardley whispered, "Isn't it too cold to walk back to the cellar after taking a bath..."

Tiffany graciously handed the robe hanging on the side to Tom Riddle, who took it casually, put it on and left without even saying a perfunctory thank you.

Behind him, Walburga let out a loud sneer and mocked, "Tiffany, do you want to come along and pass me a towel?"

People around laughed.

Tiffany said angrily: "Take care of your little brother and fiance, don't meddle in your own business!"

Seeing his young self twitching his lips in pleasure at having easily started a fight, Riddle walked past Fiona without turning his eyes, opened the door of the lounge and walked out.

The central character left, and the other people in the common room lost interest in chatting, and returned to the dormitory in twos and threes.Tiffany, who was left at the end, stood quietly beside Tom Riddle's previous position, with her head down, no longer showing her fangs and claws just now, like a puppet that has lost its life.

Riddle didn't think she was depressed because of frustration, and he didn't pay her any more attention, staring at Fiona closely.

After a while, as if to confirm that no one would show up, Tiffany walked slowly to Fiona's side.

Fiona closed the book, looked up, fixed her blue eyes on Tiffany's dull eyes, and said softly, "You really want to find another chance to get close to Tom Riddle."

Tiffany said resignedly, "Yes, I think so."

"You thought seducing him in the bathroom would be a good idea."

"Yes, I think so."