[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Methods.

After watching a few campus Quidditch matches and a few more snowfalls, it's Christmas break.

This time Riddle declined Yardley's invitation. Yardley asked him about his vacation arrangements. He smiled inexplicably and replied, "Revisit the old place."

The day before the students had a holiday, Riddle brought the lost cabinet he had found into the secret room.

The memory before rebirth let him know the existence of the disappearing cabinet. Although he didn't know where it was placed in the castle, but with his good relationship with all the ghosts and portraits in the school, he inquired skillfully and quickly found "" The storage location of a large black cabinet that has been disused.

After ordering the Basilisk to enter the Vanishing Cabinet the next night, Riddle boarded the train leaving school.

Last time on the train, Fiona gave him a little favorability, but not this time.He took a look quietly, and Fiona and Alphard were still in the same box.

He had pretended to inadvertently ask Fiona about Alphard's opinion before, and she thought for a while before saying, "I'm looking forward to it, I want to see which path he will take in the end."

dead end.Riddle thought coldly.

"Although he can attract the attention and attention of the mission target without using any means, you don't need to show such a vitriolic face—I'm so ugly." The system said.

Riddle said disdainfully: "It's just a momentary interest. Could it be that he can get [-] favorability points with Fiona?"

"How can you be sure that no one got it before you were reborn?" the system said meaningfully.

Riddle was taken aback.

The wand in the pocket seemed to be slightly hot.

After the train arrived at the station, Riddle said goodbye to Yardley and walked out of the station. He saw Fiona waiting at the agreed phone booth. The father who came to pick her up was not with her.

"Where's Mr. Shafik?" Riddle asked casually.

Fiona glanced at him lightly, "Could it be that I misunderstood, this is a suitable occasion for him to appear?"

Riddle smiled, "Then we have to take the Knight Bus, I hope you don't get motion sickness."

Unfortunately, she fainted.

Almost as soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, the blood on Fiona's face, which was not much, faded to the same color as the snow on the side of the road.

There are no seats on the Knight Bus, but six brass-framed beds on each floor.Riddle was sitting on the bed opposite Fiona, and saw that she was clutching the armrest beside the bed, but she was thrown out suddenly after the bus started, and crashed directly into his arms.

Logically speaking, it should be a good experience for a girl to fall into her arms, but under the effect of inertia, even if Fiona's small body is as thin as paper, the impact of hitting Riddle's body still makes him suffocate.

And her forehead touched his chin, which made him gasp in pain.

Riddle couldn't help but think of the suitcase that fell on his feet in the first strategy - it was really hard to compare which one was more painful.

Riddle grabbed the railing with one hand, half-hugged Fiona off him with the other, let her sit next to him, and then hugged her shoulders tightly so that she wouldn't be thrown out again in the rampaging bus.

He lowered his head and saw that her half-closed eyes and eyelashes trembled, her thin eyebrows were twisted together uncomfortably, her teeth bit her extremely light-colored lower lip, her breathing was rapid but shallow.

"Be patient, we'll be there soon." Riddle comforted softly.

The answer to him was - "Ding. The target favorability is reduced by 2, and the current favorability is 57."

……All right.This drop in favorability is understandable.

Riddle even felt that the two of them had a very close friendship if they didn't lose more than ten or twenty points all at once.

Fiona's shoulders were so thin that they could only feel the bones of her hands.She doesn't have the fragrance that most girls have on her body, and even her hair doesn't have the smell of shampoo. Just like her, she has a weak sense of existence.

Her body was also cool, and there was no heat, but after being next to Riddle for a long time, the place where the two of them touched was gradually warmed up.

The heat gradually spread to the whole body, not only did Riddle feel warm on his body, but even Fiona's complexion looked a little better, and her breathing began to calm down.

Unexpectedly, there are times when he can provide warmth to others.Riddle was in a delicate mood.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 59."

Still stuck at the door.

As soon as he finished thinking about this, Riddle heard the system continue to say: "Ding. The target favorability is increased by 1, and the current favorability is 60. Congratulations to Mr. Riddle for finally passing the favorability and triggering the achievement 'Be Different'."

"What do you mean?" He held back his ecstasy and asked calmly.

"Since she is different, she will not implicate you in her mood on matters that have nothing to do with you in the future, unless there are special circumstances. Congratulations, Mr. Riddle, you have enjoyed the special treatment of the mission target."

Special treatment?

Riddle looked at Fiona.

Her eyes were completely closed, and she didn't know if she was feigning sleep or really falling asleep.

He savored the word again.

The mood suddenly cheered up.

20. The No.20 step of the strategy is needed, can you help me?

The [-]-point favorability not only triggers achievements, but also brings about a breakthrough change in the relationship between Riddle and Fiona, and also updates the save point for the second time, allowing him to sweep away all the haze, and his mood is the most carefree and peaceful since he was reborn. A moment of relaxation.

Even if it fails this time, there will be a guarantee of [-] points at the beginning of the next time!

As soon as he finished thinking this way, he clicked his tongue in his heart.

What are you thinking, the task will be completed this time, there will be no next time!

System: "You will never understand why a man can be so ordinary and at the same time so confident."

Riddle regarded it as the system's unwilling sour words and ignored the past.

Before Fiona's patience reached its limit, the Knight Bus finally stopped.

Riddle helped her get out of the car, and saw the street sign of Little Hangleton on the side of the road.

This road is very empty, except for the bushes on both sides, there is no barrier to block the cold wind in winter. It has just snowed, and the dirt road is trampled to muddy, and the dirty puddles are frozen again. If you are not careful, you can slip One fall.

Riddle pulled out a wand—not his own yew wand, but a second-hand wand he'd snatched from Ollivander before school started.

It's not smooth, barely usable.

He cast a spell of clear water like a spring, wet the handkerchief, handed it to Fiona to wipe the sweat off her brow, and conjured up a cup, took some water and warmed it for her to drink.

Leaning half in his arms, she took a few sips obediently, then closed her eyes for a while, then let out a breath and opened them.

Pulling away from Riddle's arms, Fiona stood up straight and glanced at the surrounding scene without showing any expression of curiosity or wanting to explore.

"Let's go," she said quietly.

Although her weakness and exhaustion could not be concealed in her tone, she softly but firmly rejected Riddle's support, and slowly followed behind him along the path.

When he walked downhill, he could see the village below and the magnificent mansion on the opposite hillside. Riddle glanced at it, and waved his wand to clean up the residual snow and thin ice on the ground, so as to prevent Fio, who insisted on dragging his staggering steps, to walk by himself. Na rolled down the steep slope.

"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 61."

Riddle thought about it for a while, and vaguely felt that he had grasped another rule of adding favor to Fiona.

Ordinary care and thoughtfulness did not seem to be able to move her. Only the care that went into the corner and thought of her wholeheartedly, without expecting anything in return, could win her approval.

The requirements are really high.Riddle couldn't help cursing.Even when he was at his most powerful, as the Dark Lord, he never asked his subordinates to serve him so considerately.

Feeling dissatisfied, he decided to increase the requirements for Death Eaters in the future, and he must not lose to a little girl in terms of enjoyment and pleasing.

The two of them moved down the hillside little by little, and instead of going all the way to the village below, they turned into a narrow path at the gap and entered the depths of a dense forest.

The Gaunt house was among the tangle of trees.

The old trees above covered the sky and blocked out the sun. Although it blocked the howling wind, the shadows cast all year round caused the temperature in the forest to drop sharply. Fiona's body couldn't bear the temperature difference and began to tremble slightly.

Riddle was completely convinced by her fragile body, which was in stark contrast to her difficulty, and skillfully cast a warming spell on her, and at the same time took off his coat and put it on her body.

"You stand here first, turn around, and don't move." Seeing Fiona turn her back as promised, Riddle took out another vanishing cabinet with the shrinking spell from his pocket, and turned it back into a Original size, open the cabinet door.

"Come out." He hissed.

There was a rustling sound from the cabinet, and the head of the basilisk slowly poked out from inside.

"I smell... earth and leaves... I like..." it said happily.

"There will be something you like more later." Riddle looked at the dilapidated cabin covered with moss, and smiled faintly at the wooden door nailed with a dead snake.

"what……"

The basilisk's ignorant hissing was not over yet, a man with a dagger creaked open the door, stood slightly swaying inside the dimly lit door, and looked at them coldly.

"Who are you?" he said warily.

Before Riddle could speak, the basilisk raised its head, and aimed its lantern-like eyes at the man.

"He is also... a descendant of Salazar."

Riddle frowned, the words of the basilisk made him unhappy.

Although his Slytherin blood comes from the Gaunts, he doesn't think they are worthy of this noble blood.