[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Moon doesn't care about it.

As for the woods where the Gaunt family was located, no one had set foot in this weird and dangerous place since old Tom Riddle escaped from Merope and said everywhere that the Gaunt family was a monster.The wizards still remember that there are very few Gaunts, and those who know are even less willing to make trouble, so they can safely place the basilisk here.

It was already completely dark, Riddle thought that with Fiona's body, it would be impossible to go back now, so he should go get her some food and find her a place to live.

Gaunt's old house was dirty and run-down, and he wasn't sure if letting her live there would take away his favorability points.

Fiona asked suddenly: "Did you take the ring from Morfin Gaunt?"

"Yes, this is a token passed down from generation to generation in the Gunter family."

Riddle raised his hand and looked at the ring on his middle finger. He has no intention of making it a Horcrux now, but since the ring is an ancestral treasure of the Gaunt family, it may also be related to Slytherin.

Before rebirth, he made the ring into a horcrux and hid it in Gaunt's old house. Now he plans to carry it on his body and study it again.

Fiona glanced at the ring, didn't pay much attention, but stared at Riddle with a faint smile.

"I'm a little weird."

Riddle's heart trembled.

This expression!This tone!What is this guy going to do again?

"What?" He raised his guard.

"Why didn't you show any surprise or perplexity at the fact that I knew Morfin Gaunt's name?" Fiona said thoughtfully. "Of course it's impossible for you not to notice this detail, but your The attitude is so natural that I can't help but doubt myself, when did I tell you that I know about the Gaunt family?"

Riddle: "..."

Great!

Fiona said that what happened to Gaunt's family was when he attacked her for the second time, but the time point of this retracement continued from the updated retracement point during the third raid. Before this node, Fiona He didn't show the degree of understanding of his identity, but he subconsciously didn't separate what happened the second time from the third time.

Facing Fiona's calm, unquestioning gaze, Riddle's nerves gradually tensed into a taut bowstring.

So Fiona was testing him by mentioning Morfin's name twice?Is she suspicious of him?How much did he show without realizing it?Where did she suspect him?

He frantically turned his brain to think of reasons that could withstand scrutiny, but if the object was Fiona, he didn't think that any of the excuses he came up with in a hurry would be perfect enough to convince her.

In the end, he just smiled mysteriously, and said half-covered: "Probably because I know you much better than you know me."

Since I can't find a reason that can convince her, let her figure it out by herself.

"That's right." Fiona nodded as if she was in a good mood, without asking any further questions.

however--

"Ding. The target favorability is reduced by 30. The current favorability is 31."

Riddle: "!"

What is a bolt from the blue, nothing more.

What about special treatment?Is it a half discount for a disagreement when losing favorability?

How much effort did it take him to get these [-] points of favorability, but just one sentence didn't meet his expectations, and he had to ignore all his previous goodwill to her so ruthlessly?

Riddle was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

"I'm a little weird too." The system's footstep came unexpectedly.

"You [beep——] shut up." Riddle snarled inwardly, losing all poise.

Naturally, the system couldn't follow his wishes, and continued; "Mr. Riddle, as the Dark Lord, why do you think 'special treatment' must be a good word? Don't tell me you don't have enough 'special treatment' for Harry Potter? Honestly Tell me, when you ruled the magic world, you relied not on Avada, but on being silly and sweet, right?"

Riddle wished that the basilisk would get into his mind and give the system a close look.

However, his endurance has been greatly improved after frequent exercise. He took a breath and suppressed the urge to explode.

"So, you mean, after sixty o'clock, although she will no longer increase or decrease my favorability for things that have nothing to do with me, at the same time, she will double the increase or decrease in things that have to do with me?" He analyzed .

"Of course not." The system replied.

This time, the system did not avoid the question about the degree of favorability. Riddle was slightly startled, and then he heard it continue: "You have always been very talented in dreaming, Mr. Riddle—of course, it is multiplied, and slowly increased. .”

...Understood, it turned out to be to hit him.

Not long ago, he was ecstatic, thinking that the dawn of victory was about to usher, but he never expected that he was too happy, and after [-] o'clock, he would actually enter another hell-level difficulty.

Think about it too, if Fiona is so easy to deal with, then he won't stand here for the fourth time.

The mood fluctuated too violently, and Fiona sensed something was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Want to kill!

Riddle managed to keep his smile from collapsing, and maintained a steady tone, "Are you hungry? I'll go find something to eat."

Fiona's desire to eat is low, but in her current state, eating is more about survival than appetite.

She nodded slightly, even though she lost thirty favorability points to him in an instant, there was no difference in her attitude - in fact, there was no obvious difference between her sixty points and zero points.

"Are you going to the village?"

Riddle hummed, "Are you waiting for me here?"

Fiona thought for a moment and said, "I'm with you."

In this weather, are you going out to commit suicide?

At this time, Riddle was too lazy to care if she was mentally ill and asked for trouble, so he simply nodded, "Okay, then let's go, and find a place to stay in the village for the night."

He put a Warming Charm on both of them, made Fiona's own robes a little smaller so she wouldn't trip over them, and finally cast an Ignore Charm to keep the Muggles from noticing them.

Fiona didn't care about anything, put on the hood, tightened the robe, and followed Riddle, who was holding the fluorescent light, and slowly walked out of the woods.

The descent was harder at night, and Fiona slipped and bumped into Riddle's back several times, nearly knocking him down with her.

Riddle sighed helplessly, squatted down, "The road is not easy to walk, I'll carry you on my back."

Fiona didn't hold back at this time, and simply lay on Riddle's back.

This was the first time in Riddle's decades of life that he carried someone on his back. When he stood up, he adjusted his posture very stiffly and unfamiliarly.Fortunately, Fiona was petite and thin, so she didn't put an extra burden on him.

He weighed it and was very skeptical that she weighed 65 pounds.Even if he himself is only a 12-year-old child now, carrying her on his back is like carrying a rag doll.

Two thin arms were looped weakly around his neck, and a few strands of cold long hair slipped into his neckline, making him tremble unconsciously.

Fiona misunderstood his reaction, thought he was cold, and pulled the robe on her body forward, covering him under the robe.

Riddle paused.

This is the first time he has received thoughtful attention from Fiona.

Although it was only a small gesture, with Fiona's character, she could have such a small care, and its nature was the same as that of him feeding someone a bottle of palliative potion after he gave someone Cruciatus.

But if it was him, it would be [-]% ulterior motives, and Fiona would not play such tricks.

Even if she wanted to plot against others, she would do so quietly without leaking a single breath.

Riddle was in a weird mood, he didn't really want to pay attention to this abrupt detail, but for the purpose of completing the task, he had to figure out the psychology behind Fiona's every word and deed.

After much deliberation, he had to face up to a guess - did she really... care about him for a while?

After thinking all the way, before he knew it, he came to Zhuangzi.

Riddle put Fiona down and walked along the widest main road.

There are no recreational activities in the village, and the weather is cold. Basically, every household has closed their doors and windows. There is only one place where cheerful music and human voices can be heard.

It was the only tavern in the village, which also served as a restaurant.

Riddle and Fiona walked in one after the other.

Fiona sneezed twice in succession due to the hot air blowing on her face and the turbid and complicated smells. Riddle looked back at her, saw her cheeks flushed, and thought it would be strange if she didn't get sick tomorrow.

Under the effect of the ignore spell, no one noticed that it was two children who were born in the face.

Riddle walked around the bar, generously took a basket of white-cut bread from the back kitchen, took another plate of tomato puree, and a bottle of ginger beer, and found a seat in the corner to sit down.

"Take a couple of sips of ginger beer after eating to prevent catching a cold tomorrow—although it's probably useless." Riddle pushed the soup towards Fiona, motioning her to eat.

It was a life skill he had learned during his travels around the world, which he never imagined would one day be used to take care of others.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 33."

Seeing that Fiona finally knew what to do, Riddle felt a little more at ease.

22. Raiders No.20 The second step is regrettable, not of the same kind

Fiona is very picky about food, but fortunately she doesn't have the temperament of a young lady, she frowns and soaks the bread slices in the soup until it becomes soft and mushy before eating in small bites.

Riddle lost his appetite by her expression of not being able to eat, while tearing the bread casually, while