[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Riddle was furious, "You compare me to a beggar?"

"I'm sorry," the system readily apologized, "I insulted the beggar. Occasionally, a beggar will drop a few coins from a well-meaning person. You have nothing."

Just as Riddle was about to curse back, he heard a "ding" from the system.

"The system has blocked you. During the blocking period, your messages will be rejected. Please speak after the blocking is lifted."

Riddle: "..." Why can only the system block it unilaterally!

After arguing with the system—although Riddle is not willing to call that full-fledged conversation a quarrel, he prefers to call it a great victory in the counterattack.

Regardless of whether the system admits it or not, in his opinion, the system that shuts up first loses.

And after the system disappeared, it didn't appear again for a few days—Fiona's mood has stabilized recently, and her favorability has not changed, allowing Riddle to enjoy the long-lost peace.

Fiona, who can not only feel the emotions of animals, but also has a very keen perception of human emotions, stared at him a few times at the dining table.

When she got along with her in private, she wondered: "Could it be that you are possessed by ghosts? Otherwise, why is the approach of Halloween making you so happy?"

In a way, this speculation accidentally hit the truth, and he is indeed a ghostly resurrection.

Riddle controlled his unconsciously stretched expression, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to attend the dance in the common room tonight?"

"A conscientious audience shouldn't miss any of the action, if you mean to ask me if I show up," Fiona said.

"At the same time, an excellent spectator will not reveal himself in front of any curtain?" Riddle added following her words.

Fiona tilted her head. The disparity in height made her always have to lift her chin slightly when looking at Riddle. From Riddle's perspective, her eyes were slightly wide open and her gaze was calm. Just looking at his owl.

——In terms of appearance alone, this owl is considered pretty.

"You are so excited, are you planning to present a novel play for me to watch?" She asked softly.

Riddle didn't intend to disappoint her, he thought about it, his excellent memory really allowed him to pick out a romantic gossip from past anecdotes that could entertain her.

"Perhaps you've also noticed that Abraxas is flirting with Lucretia behind his fiancee Helena's back?"

Lucretia is Orion's older sister and Walburga's cousin. Her character is not frivolous, but Abraxas knows how to coax girls, and Lucretia is a poor butterfly caught in his love net. one.

"As long as they can be more subtle, I can pretend that I don't know." Fiona was not very interested in this. "Also, Miss McMillan is not unaware."

"Then do you know why Helena can tolerate it?"

Only then did Fiona get excited, and asked curiously: "Isn't it because she wants to protect her face?"

Riddle shook his head, pretending to be mysterious and approached Fiona's ear, and Fiona turned her head cooperatively as if to listen.

The two whispered as if plotting something wrong.

Riddle quietly shared the secret he had learned from Abraxas in a breathy voice, "She has an affair with her own brother."

The warm breath sprayed on the side of Fiona's face, causing her to pull away a little uncomfortable, but what Riddle said caught her mind, so she didn't care about this small intimacy.

"How do you know?" she asked suspiciously.

Helena's older brother was in Ravenclaw, and was about to graduate from the seventh grade. He was busy with his studies every day. In school, the siblings seldom interacted with each other.

Even she, who used a magnifying glass to study others every day, didn't notice anything wrong. Where did Riddle get the news?

"Besides, even though it has subverted ethics, it is not a rare thing in the magic world. Are there few more shocking stupid things done by paranoid pure-blood families for the sake of the so-called pure blood?"

When Fiona said this, her tone was slightly mocking, and Riddle understood the reason after a little thought.

Fiona's parents, the Shafiks and his wife, are actually cousins ​​who are closely related by blood. Walburga and Orion are still third-generation cousins, but the father of the Shafiks and his wife are brothers .

This may also be the cause of their inability to have children.

It is indeed ironic to say that the marriage of close relatives, which was obviously chosen for the birth of pure blood, almost led to the severance of the blood.Mr. Shafiq may not be reconciled to this ending, and secretly brought up an illegitimate daughter to take home with the intention of pretending to be a fake, but he did not expect that it was not the eyes of a fish, but the eyes of a basilisk.

Riddle glanced at Fiona, who was as lethal as the basilisk.

I don't know if Mr. Shafiq regretted his decision with a beating of his chest.

"It's not unusual just to be like this," Riddle pointed out, "but you can definitely make things a little more interesting."

Fiona looked at Riddle's dark eyes with a smile, and what emerged from them was definitely not kindness.She stared at it for two seconds, and the corners of her lips curled up.

"Great offer," she said.

In the evening, after a lavish dinner in the Great Hall, the students of Slytherin House returned to their dormitories, changed into school robes, put on their regular clothes, returned to the common room, and started their own celebratory dance.

The dance was not grand, and everyone was not dressed formally, but just looking for an opportunity to relax and communicate with each other within the academy to cultivate relationships.Although there are no more than one hundred people in the first to seventh grades, there are quite a few people who just know each other but haven't said a word.

As a newcomer to the occasion, people came to greet Riddle one after another, making Yardley, who was in charge of the introduction, very tired.

Riddle was also a little bored.

After all, the same scene has to be repeated a second time and a third time after experiencing it once, and the expression and tone of the same person say nothing, it is hard not to have a sense of confusion between truth and falsehood.

Since his rebirth, he has been thinking about what kind of power can make the world be repeatedly smeared and refreshed like a piece of parchment.

However, this touched the blind spot of Riddle's knowledge, and he couldn't figure it out, nor could he understand it.

But he doesn't want to see this as God's omnipotence.

If so, what is he?God's toy?

Just thinking of this possibility made him feel humiliated.

Riddle absent-mindedly dealt with his future subordinates, looking around the lounge over and over again, but he still couldn't find Fiona.

But he could guess what she was doing now.

His gaze couldn't help but drift towards Abraxas. He was dancing slowly on the vacated dance floor with his fiancée Helena McMillan in his arms. His platinum blonde hair was combed smooth and smooth, and there was an intimate and gentle smile on his handsome face. , whispering something in Helena's ear, Helena looked at him coquettishly.

No matter who looks at it, this is a pair of harmonious relationship, a brilliant couple who couldn't be more right.

——If you didn't notice that Abraxas would peek at Lucretia sitting on the sofa during the rotation, and Helena's upper body was always pulling back unconsciously.

The door of the lounge was opened, and Riddle immediately spotted Fiona walking in from the outside without a sound.

With laughter and laughter, she walked through the shadows that sifted through the bustle of the room, like a ghost, walked to the window without attracting anyone's attention, and sat down quietly on the marble bench.

With the gloomy blue light of the lake, Riddle caught a glimpse of the faint smile on Fiona's lips that were reflected in the color of the water.

He couldn't help thinking of the Fiona he saw in his memory, she was plotting against him at that time, her expression and posture were almost exactly the same as now.

It seems that her plan is going well.

The schadenfreude of seeing other people's misfortune outweighed the discomfort, and Riddle was very satisfied that he wasn't the only victim—and was now a collaborator.

After a while, Lucretia seemed to be annoyed by Tiffany who was gesticulating next to her, or she didn't want to see the unmarried couple on the dance floor kissing me openly, so she got up and went to the cold table, picking out fruits and vegetables absently. drinks.

At this time, Fiona also seemed to want to get some food, and walked to the side of Lucretia, the two bumped into each other accidentally, and the drink was poured and spilled on Lucretia's body.

Lucretia came back to her senses, looked at Fiona with a frown, and said displeasedly, "Can you be careful?"

Fiona stared into her eyes, and said softly with a docile face: "Sorry, Blake——you're blushing, is it too stuffy in the lounge? Maybe it's better to go out and get some air."

Lucretia's eyes were in a trance for a moment, but her expression didn't change. She was still frowning and shook her wet sleeves impatiently.

"Maybe you're right, but instead of advising me here, you'd better sit in a corner and don't get in the way of others." She said haughtily.

Without even raising an eyebrow, Fiona continued to say in that thin, kitten-like, harmless voice, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."

This scene made Riddle unconsciously frowned, and sneered in his heart.

The Black family, which prides themselves on being noble and pure, regards the tattered tapestry that has been scalded and riddled with holes as a badge of honor, and arrogantly looks down on everyone.

It's just that no matter how long the history and how many members there are, they can't stop the family from collapsing.

How proud it was when the curtain started, how miserable it was when it ended.

Riddle taunted himself in disdain, suddenly feeling awkward.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized something was wrong.