[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Afterwards, the broken soul endured the torment of purgatory in the boundary between life and death.He can't feel the passage of time, can't feel his own thinking and existence, the only thing he can feel is endless pain.

It is like being thrown into the flames to be roasted after being frozen, ground again and again after being beaten, pieced together and broken into pieces.

This kind of pain also acts on each of his divided souls, independent of each other and responsive to each other, as if condensing the malice of the whole world, trampling on him, destroying him, oppressing him, but he can't even cry arrive.

Amidst the confusion, an emotionless dull voice resounded in the ethereal void.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, give you a chance to start over, at the cost of completing the task, would you like to?"

Riddle didn't have any leeway to think clearly at the time, but even if he could, he would probably have made the same choice.

He agreed.

So after a moment of darkness—like simply closing and opening his eyes, he appeared in the room of the orphanage where he had lived for more than ten years, with a complete and healthy soul, carrying all his memories from birth to death .

He suspected that this was an illusory dream, a delusion in despair, but a "ding" sounded in his head woke him up.

"The system is successfully bound. Confirm the host: Tom Marvolo Riddle - not disfigured. Confirm the goal: get promoted, raise salary, marry a wife, go to the pinnacle of life - open the door, send warmth. Confirm the task: Raider Fio Na Shafik, let her favorability reach [-]—the gift from fate is expensive. Confirm the mission failure penalty: die again—you are used to it anyway?”

Riddle: "..." He suspected that something strange had been mixed into his soul during the restoration process.

The system urged: "Mr. Riddle, please confirm within 1 minute."

Riddle asked cautiously: "What do you mean? What will happen if you don't confirm?"

The system happily said: "Of course the contract is invalid if it is not signed, so I don't have to go to work."

"...I mean, what will happen to me?" Riddle asked while counting the time in his mind.

"Death." The system said indifferently, as a matter of course.

Death is too easy a word.It seems a little more forgiving than going back to that torture again.

But he would rather his soul be crushed into crumbs than be turned into nothingness.

"Confirmed," Riddle said softly during the last five seconds of the countdown.

2. Goodbye to the second step of the strategy, see you next time

Fiona Shafik.

Shafiq-Riddle was familiar with the surname.

After entering Slytherin, in order to integrate into the collective, he also wanted to dig out his own identity. He checked and studied the genealogy of all the families in the wizarding world.He remembered that this was one of the 28 pure-blood families, and the mother of his classmate Yardley Lestrange, her maiden name should be Shafik.

As for Fiona Shafik, Riddle racked his brains to think about it, but he could only pick up a little fragmented shadow. He vaguely remembered that it was a girl from the same class as him, the only blood under the surname Shafik.

But after the summer of fifth grade, she seemed to drop out.

At that time, he was completely immersed in his life experience and the production of Horcruxes, and he didn't pay attention to other insignificant things, so he didn't ask her why she dropped out of school.

When he returned to England after his travels to recruit his party members, he discovered that the Shafiq family had long since ceased to exist.He asked a few questions, and the answer he got was that this surname had died out long before he graduated.

This is a very common thing in the magic world. Among the 28 pure-blood families, not only the Shafik family has disappeared one after another. Riddle initially took this opportunity to win over the hearts of those pure-blood families.

Their self-reliant honor and social status are like shipwrecks in the sea, slowly sinking irretrievably, and the planks he threw to them are full of danger in fighting against the wind and waves, but they have no choice.

Either accept fate uselessly, or take a gamble to see if you can seize the opportunity and take advantage of the situation.

It's just a pack of hyenas, and the simple food at Dumbledore's place is not to their liking, and the meat and bones he throws at him can attract them to chase and snatch.

Riddle thought contemptuously.

"Mr. Riddle," the system said in a flat tone, "Friendly reminder, your thinking direction has begun to go off topic. Here I suggest you look at the proposition requirements and return to the topic as soon as possible."

Riddle, whose thoughts were disturbed, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

Riddle said gently in his heart: "Mr. System..."

"Please don't be sexist."

"System—ma'am?"

"Can you human beings stop being so narrow, does the system have to have gender?"

"..." Riddell paused, exhaled slowly, and adjusted his mentality to a calm state again. "Then, the system, why is the prerequisite for my rebirth and completion of the goal to conquer a girl's heart?"

This made him feel a little ridiculous, even asking him to sacrifice his soul or asking Dumbledore to change sides to join him was more understandable than such a joke-like task.

"Mr. Riddle, will you explain to your subordinates the ins and outs of each of your orders?"

men?Riddle's knuckles flicked slightly.

The system didn't seem to notice it, and continued to say in a dull voice: "Don't ask the system why, but think about what you can do for the system. This is my second thoughtful suggestion for you."

Riddle rubbed his back molars lightly.

"I know you are so angry that you want to kill me now. Considering your physical and mental health, you don't need to be patient. Anyway, insulting words will be automatically blocked from me."

Riddle took a deep breath.

He compared it, and found it difficult to determine whether he was more angry when that Potter escaped from his hands again and again, or whether the system's careless and perfunctory attitude made him more manic.

But the integrity of his soul gave him enough self-control to control his emotions, and as the system said, he had no way to deal with this existence beyond his understanding for the time being.

Don't waste energy on useless catharsis.Riddle said to himself.

Determined not to be disrupted by the system, Riddle calmly said: "There is another question, does the system have the right to interfere with how I complete the task?"

"No."

"Then please shut up when I don't need you, can you?"

The system said in a strange tone: "Of course, as you wish, Mr. Riddle."

The noisy and annoying voices disappeared, and the privacy and purity of the spiritual world were restored.

A satisfied smile flickered across the corner of Riddle's lips, and he continued the previously interrupted train of thought.

Let’s talk about that Fiona Shafik, even though she was a classmate in Slytherin for five years, Riddle didn’t find many clear impressions when searching in her memory.

I vaguely remember that she is an ordinary girl with a low sense of existence and is very ordinary in all aspects-but if there is something outstanding, I should let him get in touch and make friends.

The intersection between the two is also very limited. At least Riddle thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember what the two had said, and there was no segment of getting along that could be deduced.

All this can only show that Fiona Shafik is an ordinary girl with an introverted and quiet personality, who stands out from the crowd.

Riddle frowned.

He still remembered the system's evaluation of this task - "The gift from fate is expensive", and he didn't think that he would be lucky enough to get a free lunch, so this task would definitely not be easy for him to complete.

But with his confidence in his appearance and means, he really can't see how difficult it is to please such a girl and make her like him.

There's definitely something quirky about it.

Does she already have someone she likes?She doesn't like men?She supports Dumbledore and doesn't accept pure blood?

After pondering for a while, Riddle relaxed again.He felt that no matter what kind of traps were hidden in this mission, with his ability, he should be able to solve it easily.

It's not that he is arrogant, but in his past experience, there has never been an example where he tried to gain someone's favor and trust but failed - except for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore appeared too suddenly, causing him to give away too many real thoughts without warning.This time he was fully prepared, didn't Dumbledore have any doubts or guard against him?

Riddle couldn't help laughing happily at the satisfaction and satisfaction of successfully deceiving Dumbledore.

He is really, really looking forward to it now, how exciting Dumbledore's expression will be when he learns his true face in the future.

Before school started, Riddle went to Diagon Alley to buy things needed for the school. He didn't buy second-hand ones as Dumbledore said. Although he didn't have enough money, he managed to buy brand new things at second-hand prices.

He said that when he wanted to please people, he was always at a disadvantage.

When buying a wand, he still chose the yew wood wand. Looking at the wand exuding joy in his palm, Riddle snorted coldly in his heart.

After a while, he will also buy another twin wand, so that there will be no future troubles.

On September [-]st, Riddle dressed up and arrived at the station early with his suitcase. Like a little wizard who came out of the magic world, he boarded the train calmly, found a box in the middle of the train and sat down.

He cast an Ignore Charm on the box door—not to block anyone, but to let someone know that the freshman had taught himself advanced spells.

With a book spread out in front of him, Riddle