[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Stop in front of the wooden door.

The house-elf knocked on the door, and Fiona's light voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The door was opened, and the light that poured out was not too glaring, but Riddle was used to the darkness, so he still squinted his eyes slightly uncomfortably, and saw Fiona standing in front of the round belly window with her back to him.

He took a quick look around the room.

This is a library, all the books are locked in glass cabinets, there is also a piano in the room, covered with a red velvet blanket, there are several portraits on the wall, but all eyes are tightly closed , more like dead than asleep.

"Fiona..." Riddle began.

Fiona interrupted him, "Re-explain why you're here, stop making up lies."

Her tone was colder than ever before, as if filled with mist in the midwinter night.

What Riddle originally wanted to say got stuck, and he tried to figure out the emotion in Fiona's words—well, he had to admit that he was really not good at empathizing with others.

After thinking briefly for a moment, he said in a most sincere tone: "I just had a sudden premonition that I must come to you." Otherwise, I would die—on a physical level.

Fiona gave a short laugh.

She turned around and looked at Riddle in surprise and mockery, "Don't tell me, this is your confession to me."

Then there was another burst of low laughter, which caused a thin blush to appear on her pale face, like a scarlet blood splashed on the cold snow.

"So that's how you feel when you face welfare? If this is your revenge, congratulations, you succeeded. It's really disgusting."

"Ding. Target..."

The deja vu ending is coming, perhaps because the situation has changed too suddenly, Riddle found that his mood is actually quite calm.

Before the end of the system broadcast, he seized the last time to ask: "What happened tonight?"

It would never be his gift that caused such a violent reaction.

Just as Fiona was about to speak, Riddle heard a shrill, ghostly howl erupting from the next room.

A woman screamed frantically: "Bastard! Beast! You evil devil! You killed your father! I curse you, I curse you to die!"

At the same time, the system also said the last word indifferently, "...favorability is zero, mission failed."

Before losing consciousness, Riddle saw Fiona lower her eyes, she seemed a little lonely, and seemed extremely tired.

She let out a long sigh.

"Humans are so ugly..."

15. Raiders No.15 Step change, new routine

The black curtain before his eyes was lifted, and Riddle saw Hogwarts Castle jumping into his eyes, and the lights that illuminated a starry sky slightly hurt his eyelids.

He heard the freshmen's wheezing and panting one after another, which made him even more depressed and irritable when he was already in a very unhappy mood.

Of course, more annoying is the sound from the system.

"Someone once said—the name is not mentioned also because you don't know him—that life is not a pleasure, but a very heavy work. Good evening, Mr. Riddle, work hard today work overtime."

Riddle was indifferent.

The system didn't let him go, and continued: "Mr. Riddle, do you remember the oath you made here last time? You really failed my trust in you. But you don't have to feel embarrassed, even though I said 'I believed it', but thought 'I pretended'."

Riddle took a deep breath.

"You think it's beautiful too?" Yardley next to him misunderstood his actions. "This is the most beautiful castle I've ever seen."

Riddle gave him a perfunctory smile, then turned to look at Fiona.

"Ding. The target person has appeared, and the favorability system is automatically activated. The current favorability is 15."

The initial favorability level was finally not 0, which finally made Riddle feel a little more comfortable. At least this time, he didn't have to go through life and death nervously.

But without the buffer of being in the orphanage, jumping directly from the previous failure scene to this one made him unable to adjust his state and emotions for a while.

Fiona was sensitive to Riddle's gaze, and turned her head slightly to look at him.

Holding back tens of thousands of insults and questions in his heart, he swallowed them all word by word. Riddle endured his heart attack, and gave her a low-key, kindly questioning look, which meant how he was.

Fiona nodded slightly, indicating that she could still persist.

Riddle no longer looked at her, and while waiting for the sorting, hurriedly summarized and analyzed the reasons for the failure last time.

He didn't think there was something wrong with his gift, even if it was really because of that gift that hurt her, based on his understanding of her character, she wouldn't have such a violent mood swing.

——Although his understanding is still very superficial.

Riddle found the last woman's cry intriguing.

"You killed your father"?

As the head of the family, it was strange that Fiona's father didn't show up when there was an intruder in the house. Riddle thought he was not at home, could it be—he was dead at the time?

Was it Fiona's hand?Or is that woman with an obviously crazy tone going crazy?

Riddle's mood was somewhat indescribably complicated and weird.

If Fiona really killed her father, then he can probably understand why the system chose her as his target for the clearing mission.

Not just because of her elusiveness and moodiness that made the task difficult, but also because of the similarities between the two of them.

They all have disguised masks, they all take pleasure in teasing others, they all had unhappy childhoods, and they all committed the felony of parricide.

The only difference may be that he is more ostentatious and ambitious, while she only likes to hide in the shadows behind the curtain and savor the pleasure of manipulating others alone.

Fiona Shafik is like another Tom Riddle.Ask yourself, if someone else attacked him, would he be successfully attacked?

After thinking for a long time, Riddle faintly began to despair, and sincerely prayed that Fiona's character would never be exactly like him.

"It's unbelievable that you actually have a correct understanding of your own personality." The system's sharp complaints are never late, let alone absent.

Riddle couldn't bear to fight back: "I hope you have this awareness."

"Of course, my personality is similar to that of Mr. Riddle, and I like to make things difficult for others."

Apparently, the system managed to do just that.

Riddle still couldn't use Occlumency to clear his mind, so he could only try his best not to let hostility dominate his emotions, and continue to focus on thinking.

Where was he thinking just now... oh, by the way, what did Fiona mean by that last "humans are ugly"?

Suddenly a flash of inspiration came to my mind.

When he was doing the strategy for the first time, Riddle wondered why Fiona's favorability towards him was minus 1. He guessed it was because he belonged to a group she hated. Could it be that this group actually refers to the entire human race?

Not Muggles, not half-bloods, not males, all humans including wizards?

Riddle couldn't help clicking his tongue.

Why is this attack range wider than his... Which of the two of them is the Dark Lord?

He couldn't help asking questions from the depths of his soul.

Riddle also discovered that every time he got to know Fiona better, he would feel more tricky about this girl.It's like a ball of hedgehogs, leaving him nowhere to mouth.

So, what should he do this time after failing the last time?

"... Riddle, Tom Riddle."

After Dumbledore repeated his name, Riddle, who was distracted, realized that it was his turn to be sorted. He hurried up to put on his hat, and heard the fast, familiar Slytherin.

He stood up and faced Dumbledore's kindly smiling face, and actually felt that this face, which used to always look like itchy teeth, seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Riddle sincerely hoped that Dumbledore could influence Fiona and make her believe in his theory of love. Even if he joined the Order of the Phoenix, he would rather his mission target be a diehard Dumbledore than Dumbledore. Better than being a fellow who believes true love is useless.

After the separation, nothing changed. Riddle copied his previous behavior in the common room and raised Fiona's favorability to 20.

After a few more days of deliberation, he formulated a new plan for this strategy.

On a dark starry night, Riddle left the dormitory with the cloak of invisibility, stood in front of the window of the common room and waited for a while, when he heard a slight movement behind him, he turned around and saw Fiona pull the curtain, Walk out slowly from the doorway of the girls' dormitory.

When her eyes fell on him, the system indicated that her favorability had increased a little.

Riddle didn't want to understand the reason for this increase, so he ignored it for the time being, walked in the direction she came from, stopped two steps away from her, and looked down at her.

"I'm glad you were invited." He whispered with a thin smile.

Fiona's voice was softer than his, "Your note says you want to show me something interesting?"

Riddle nodded, "I will never disappoint the sleep you sacrificed."

Fiona took a fixed look at him, her azure blue eyes darkened in the darkness, like the lake outside the window, which looked calm and clear, but actually hidden a dangerous undercurrent.

Under her gaze, Riddle suddenly felt a tingle on the back of his neck.

It was as if a spider had sprinted past the back of his neck, scratching the skin with its bristly legs and causing itching.But this feeling was only fleeting, making him think it was some kind of illusion.

He didn't care much, shook off the invisibility cloak and put it on, "Let's go."

Fiona also hid her body with the invisibility cloak.

At this time, both of them discovered a