[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, "Don't think about it, go and go by yourself."

The shadow of the last time he left home to go to her house still remained in his heart.

"Seriously, I can accept even Tiffany, why are you interested in Fiona?" Yardley asked incomprehensibly.

Even if he was an idiot, he could still sense now how much Riddle cared about Fiona.

Riddle no longer concealed it, shrugged, "You can't deny that she is the most special girl in the school, can't you?"

"If being particularly eccentric counts, it is."

Yardley felt that Riddle was good in everything and could be called perfect, but his aesthetics were slightly different from ordinary people.Perhaps this is the small flaw that genius must have.

Riddle didn't know about Yardley's slander, and asked, "So, is there anything else you haven't told me about her? With our friendship, you shouldn't hide it from me anymore."

Yardley scratched his head, "What's the matter? You can almost guess her background. It was an illegitimate daughter brought back from outside by my uncle seeing that my aunt couldn't have a child—but my aunt refused to admit it. She hides it very well in front of outsiders, and occasionally disciplines her severely, but most of the time she is as loving as a biological mother. I have also said about the magic riot, oh, there is something I didn’t say about it.”

He hesitated for a moment, weighed the friendship between them, and finally continued: "After being sent to St. Munger, because Fiona was going to have a full body examination, the therapists found that she had many wounds that had just been made. She is also severely malnourished, with stomach problems or digestive problems, because it has been delayed for too long, and her body is still very fragile even after being cured with potions. The therapist said that she suffered long-term severe abuse and almost reported to the Ministry of Magic It was my uncle and my family who used various means to suppress it."

Riddle raised an eyebrow.No wonder she was thin and sickly, and every meal was like chewing a rock.

There was a shortage of supplies in the orphanage, and he would kill his head just for a piece of dry black bread. His abnormality also attracted resentment and rejection from the people around him, but there was no deliberate abuse.

And even if someone tried to bully him, he could find a chance to retaliate ten times and a hundred times, because his opponent was an incompetent Muggle.

As far as Fiona is concerned, she might not be able to resist her parents who are also wizards.

"Also, she delayed sending her to St. Munger for a long time during the magic riot. The therapist said that there were many hidden dangers in her body that were difficult to eradicate. My mother didn't tell me the specifics, and all her words were used. Curse my aunt." After a pause, Yardley said to Riddle tactfully, "So if you really like her, you have to think carefully."

Riddle had taken Yardley's hint—that Fiona's lifespan and fertility had probably been affected considerably.

Thinking of Fiona dropping out of school after fifth grade, could it be that her physical condition has deteriorated?Could this have something to do with her special Imperius Curse ability and her ability to perceive animals?

No wonder the system said there was no time limit, so it was here to ambush him.

"If Fiona dies before the favorability is full, the mission is considered a failure?" Riddle asked.

"Otherwise?" the system replied, "You still want to draw a portrait of her, is there a ghost?"

"...Are you in a bad mood?" Why do you feel that its tone is very irritable?

System: "I'm fine."

Riddle: "..."

Regardless of the inexplicably nervous system, he suddenly had a sense of urgency when he thought of completing the task before the sixth grade.

He pressed Yardley: "Is there anything else? Think again."

"No, it's really gone. If you really want to know, ask my mother."

Riddle also has this plan, planning to find a topic that is not too abrupt to inquire with Mrs. Lestrange in a few days.

"You got her a Christmas present?" Riddle used the Lestrange owl, so Yardley knew, and he asked gossipingly, "What?"

A gadget from the Borgin-Bock store that serves no other purpose than to remind one of one's happiest memories.Maybe it can make her feel better and give him some favorability points.

Riddle, who had such a beautiful idea just now, heard an indifferent voice from the system without warning.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 20, and the current favorability is 30."

Riddle: "???"

20?

reduce?

Do you want to discount the favorability for Christmas activities?

A bolt from the blue, but that's all.

However, a more terrifying nightmare followed.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 29."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 28."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 27."

Riddle felt the horror of "Ding Ding Ding" again.

He didn't care to hide his distorted expression, and hurriedly asked, "System, what's going on?"

He didn't know if he was busy broadcasting the ever-decreasing favorability, or simply didn't want to pay attention to Riddle, the system didn't answer, only one after another "ding" beat mercilessly in his mind like a death knell.

At this time, the favorability has dropped to 20.

Riddle grabbed Yardley's hand and ordered sharply, "Call out your house elf and let him Apparate me to Fiona's house."

"Huh?" Yardley was startled, unable to react.

"hurry up!"

"Oh fine."

Yardley yells out the house-elf in a dazed "Is my best friend crazy?" Fiona's affection hits 12.

Riddle felt like he was racing against death, and he could already feel the sharp scythe approaching the back of his neck, and the murderous chill made his hairs stand on end.

Grabbing the elf's slender arm like a dead branch, Riddle apparated along with it. When he appeared at the door of Shafik's house, his favorability dropped to a precarious 6.

Fortunately, Shafik's house was not a manor, but a three-story gray and white house surrounded by Muggle houses, which looked inconspicuous except for its spaciousness.

Seen from the outside, most of the rooms are dark, except for one or two round belly windows with curtains on the second floor, where there are not too bright candles flickering. Compared with the festive Muggle house, it looks a little gloomy and lonely, like a dormant monster, choosing to eat people.

Riddle rudely kept knocking on the iron door knocker shaped like a wolf's head, making harsh and harsh noises. Perhaps because of the interruption of the knock on the door, Fiona's favorability stopped at 4.

But for a long time, no one came to open the door.

He pulled out his wand and cast the Door Opening Charm—no magic on holiday?How could he care about this now.

With the slight sound of the door shaft rubbing, the door opened automatically, and a gust of cold wind wrapped in an unpleasant damp smell rolled out from inside.

There was no light in the foyer, and it was pitch black. Riddle used fluorescent flashes, and slowly walked in with his wand under the pale green light.

As soon as he entered a wide, boxy hall, there was a soft "pop", and a house elf appeared in front of Riddle.

"Who are you? You are not allowed to enter Shafiq's house, please leave immediately!" the old elf said fiercely in a rough voice.

He was dressed much more neatly and decently than ordinary house elves, but his huge and cloudy eyes were full of vigilance and malice that other elves did not have, as if he would cast a curse on the intruder in the next second.

Riddle raised his hands to show that he was not threatening, and said gently: "I'm Tom Riddle, Fiona's classmate, I was just with Yardley, this is his house elf, I think you should know."

The elf looked coldly at the same kind next to Riddle, and did not relax his attitude.

"So, why are you here, intruder!" It growled in a low voice, like a guard dog baring its teeth, ready to pounce on the enemy and tear it apart.

It was the first time Riddle had seen such an aggressive house-elf, and it could only be said that it was indeed owned by Fiona.

"It's Yardley. He misses Fiona and wants to invite her to the Lestrange house to spend this Christmas Eve with us. It just so happens that Fiona and I have a special friendship, so I volunteered to come. "Riddle shook the pot skillfully, "As for entering without permission, I'm sorry, I was only so reckless because I saw no one responded and I was worried that an accident would happen inside."

Seeing that the face of the vicious elf softened a little, Riddle immediately asked, "Is Fiona okay? Can I go and see her?"

The elf hesitated for a moment, then said darkly: "Wait here, don't move until I come back!"

After saying "pop", it disappeared.

Riddle had always disliked creatures like house-elves, and thought they were dirty, ugly, and disgustingly low.Now being ordered so unceremoniously by a house elf, I feel as uncomfortable as being climbed on the instep of a toad.

But he can only bear it.

After about 1 minute, the vicious little elf appeared again. Maybe it got a hint from the owner, but its attitude still didn't improve.

"Come with me." It snorted coldly.

Riddle followed it through a door in the hall, up the stairs, and on the second floor turned into a long hallway that led to a number of bedrooms.Since there was no light on, the end of the aisle was submerged in darkness. When walking towards it, it seemed like walking towards a gloomy tomb.

This terrifying and eerie atmosphere certainly did not frighten the Dark Lord, he calmly followed the house elf, and squeezed out a light from under a door.