[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Tradition and identity, if Slytherin knows that his descendants will be reduced to such a crazy and desolate look, I am afraid they will be ashamed of them.

"Don't worry about him," the basilisk's gaze was immune to the descendants of Slytherin, and Riddle ordered directly, "Go and kill him."

The basilisk didn't move.

It seems confused, but also firm.

"No... I can't... kill the descendants of Salazar..."

"He is not!"

"he is……"

The basilisk's unexpected disobedience made Riddle a little annoyed. Morfin inside the door heard their conversation, but his brain paralyzed by alcohol couldn't react for a while.

He muttered, "You Parseltongue too? Who are you? Where did this snake come from?"

The two of them spoke Parseltongue, and Fiona, who had her back to them, didn't know the current situation, but she seemed to sense the basilisk's anxiety, and turned her face slightly.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Riddle didn't want to lose face in front of Fiona, so he softened his tone and said flatly: "It's okay, maybe I've been hungry for a long time, and I've lost my temper."

Fiona just thought about it for a moment before she understood what was going on.

"Let it go first," she said.

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and said to the basilisk, "Go, go find something to eat in the forest, and don't leave this forest."

The basilisk immediately forgot the confrontation just now, and happily swam into the bushes quickly.

Fiona chuckled, turned around, glanced at Morfin, and said to Riddle, "Do you need my help?"

Riddle: "..."

This was the first time in his long life that when he was asked if he needed help during a murder, the other party was a girl trembling in the wind, who looked like she was going to faint in a second.

The mood is very strange, neither happy nor unhappy, a little ironic, and at the same time a little indescribable expectation.

Riddle gracefully gestured in Morfin's direction, "Thank you, please."

As if inviting her to sit down for a meal.

Fiona took two steps in the direction of Morfin. Riddle's robe was too long and dragged a lot on the ground. She had to lift it up carefully when walking to prevent stepping on it. Children in adult clothes.

Funny.thought Riddle.

When passing by Riddle, she paused, turned her head and said seriously: "When we are two, you should stop using such pretentious tone and gestures, just speak normally."

Riddle: "..."

Could it be that in her opinion, he always felt that his words and deeds were contrived?

System: "Hahaha."

The system's voice has always been stiff and rigid, and the three laughs are also word for word, without any ups and downs in tone.However, for some reason, it sounds more ironic, making it easy for people to imagine a gloating face.

If it was what the system said, he could still go back, but the person who spoke was Fiona, and he couldn't even frown—he didn't dare to frown, so he could only spread his anger on the system.

"Shut up, how beautiful do you think your voice is?"

The system didn't care about Riddle's attack at all, and said: "A beautiful voice will make people feel happy, and this is not what I want to see in you."

Riddle was sullen, and relieved himself that he had just made a breakthrough with Fiona, so don't worry about the offense to her and the system.

System: "Hahaha." There were three simple yet meaningful laughs.

Fiona didn't notice the violent ups and downs of emotions under Riddle's unchanging smile. She looked really bad, her blue-white lips breathed out thin white air while breathing, but her blue eyes became deeper and deeper.

She locked Mofen's eyes firmly, and the other's cloudy eyes easily lost the last bit of brilliance, as dull as a doll.

"Morfin Gaunt, it's cold, and the tiles on the roof have fallen too much. You feel drafty, so you plan to go up and fix it." Fiona whispered softly.

"Yes, it's been really cold this winter."

Morfin was also speaking Parseltongue at this time, and Fiona didn't understand, but she didn't care, and continued: "Go now, we are just passing by, it doesn't matter, you don't care."

"Of course, I'm too lazy to meddle in Muggle business."

Riddle, who was on the sidelines, watched the scene where Fiona used her abilities a few times, and roughly summed up the functions and limitations of her abilities. She should not be able to order the other party to do things that are too contrary to her will, such as directly committing suicide with a knife. resistance.But other small things will be done one by one in a way that suits the other person's personality.

Now he really wants to know what kind of instructions Fiona gave him in the second strategy.

Could it be the trouble for him to go to Knockturn Alley to find the dark wizard?

"Do you want to know?" the system asked intimately.

Riddle resolutely refused: "I don't want to, shut up."

Once the system starts releasing kindness, it means nothing good happens.

Morfin who received the hint over there blinked his eyes, immediately ignored Fiona and Riddle, and climbed from the outer wall to the roof with difficulty with slightly slow movements.

The wooden house has been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof is rotten and fragile. When Morfin just climbed up, it made an overwhelming sound of breaking.

Fiona looked at Riddle.

Of course Riddle understood what she meant, raised his wand, and cast a simple Transfiguration Charm, turning the tiles at Morfin's feet into large stones.

The place Morfin stepped on immediately collapsed, amidst the harsh sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, there was a short and tragic howl, and then there was no more movement.

Riddle asked Fiona to wait outside, and went in to check the situation by himself.

At this time, Morfin was not dead yet. He was lying in a piece of wood and rubble, his face was covered with blood, his arms were twisted strangely, and he was unconscious.

Riddle stood aside and looked coldly at his biological uncle.

Before rebirth, he didn't kill Morfin, but brainwashed him to make him feel that he was the murderer who killed the Riddle family, and went to Azkaban for him to take the blame.

In fact, he could have asked Morfin to commit suicide in fear of guilt. Anyway, no one would suspect him, and it was impossible to seriously investigate anything with the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.

However, at that time, there was still a trace of weakness left in him. He could kill a few Muggles, even if they were also his direct relatives, but he still hesitated before doing it to the relatives who gave him wizard blood.

He had imagined that if Merope, his weak and poor mother, chose to return to the Gaunts after being abandoned by his Muggle father, and gave birth to him here, would he be accepted and raised by the Gaunts? .

At that time, he closed his hands for such an uncertain possibility.

But now he knows that the reason why Merope gave his middle name Marvolo is not willing to go back to the Gaunt family, because she knows that if she goes back, her father and brother will kill the baby in her stomach immediately. child.

Because in their view, the child tarnished their proud Slytherin blood.

He's a dirty half-breed.

Riddle bent down and picked up the short knife that fell beside Morfin. This knife was very sharp, and one could imagine how much malice its owner had towards the world when sharpening it.

From this point of view, they do belong to the same vein.

Riddle grabbed the handle of the knife and stroked Morfin's neck lightly.

Now he will no longer have any ridiculous expectations.

21. Raiders No.20 One step Lauder, silly white sweet

When Fiona entered the house, she saw Riddle who was wiping the dagger and Morfin who was lying in a pool of blood. She frowned slightly and turned her head in disgust.

"Why did you make it so ugly?" Her tone was a little unhappy, and she lost a little favorability.

Riddle thought she wasn't used to such bloody scenes, so she didn't pay much attention.

He used a few to clean it up, and apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, I just feel that there will always be unpredictable variables when it is slow."

Riddle has learned a lot from chasing and killing the savior, the most important of which is that you must not talk too much nonsense to the person you want to kill, and don't pursue any sense of ritual, otherwise unpredictable things will easily happen. Accident.To kill, fast, ruthless and steady is the top priority.

It's a big deal to read a few more eulogies when someone dies, and you can express whatever you want to the corpse.

Fiona was noncommittal.

Riddle called the basilisk back to eat Morfin's corpse.

As an animal—or monster, the basilisk thinks with a pragmatic savagery.When Morfin was alive, it was unwilling to do anything. When he died, it didn't care how he died, and enjoyed the big meal happily.

Riddle was still remembering its disobedience, and asked maliciously: "Can you eat the corpse of the descendant of Salazar Slytherin?"

The basilisk ignored him when it was eating, and waited until it swallowed the whole person, then wagged its tail in satisfaction and found a corner to sit down, ready to take a nap and rest.

It replied slowly: "I... mother's body... I eat... your human thoughts... are different from mine..."

Fiona turned her head interested, "What are you talking about?"

"A little discussion about ingredients, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's—how should I describe this emotion? Contempt? Sarcasm? It's interesting that this kind of emotion appears in animals."

Riddle: "..." What's so interesting?

So now even a snake can taunt him, right?

He can't deal with the system and Fiona, a basilisk, can't he take revenge?

...well, not until the mission is complete.

Basilisks have the same habits as snakes, and they can last for a long time after a full meal. After today, they don’t have to worry about its food source for nearly a month——Riddle has decided two