[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Yu appeared at the door of the tavern, beckoning Fiona, who was sitting quietly and alone, to come out.

Fiona walked up to him, looked up at him, and asked softly, "Did you find it?"

Riddle nodded and smiled, "At least in this village, there is no better house than that."

Fiona let out a "huh" and patted Riddle on the back.

Riddle froze for a moment, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.

"You can't walk anymore, carry me on your back again."

Riddle: "...Okay." Hope she's not addicted to this.

Climbing uphill was a bit more strenuous than going downhill. When Riddle carried Fiona to the gate of Riddle's mansion, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body, and the cold wind blew through his bones.

He felt that he was not far from getting sick.

The Riddle House was brightly lit and dead silent.

When Fiona went in, she saw the gardener lying in the yard with his eyes still open, and paused slightly.

"What?" Riddle turned back.

Fiona walked slowly to the gardener, squatted down, and looked at it carefully.

Riddle: "..." What kind of eccentricity happened again?

"How many people did you kill?" Fiona asked with her back to Riddle.

"Six." Riddle said in a normal tone.

There are three members of the Riddle family, the gardener, the maid, and the cook.

He only killed three people last time, but this time he wants to stay here, so he can't let other people get in the way.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Stay one night, light a fire before leaving tomorrow morning, and nothing will be left."

This is more invisible than the death curse he used before, Muggles will not have doubts, the Ministry of Magic will not investigate, and no one will suspect him.

Fiona didn't speak.

Riddle felt something was wrong and walked towards her, "What are you looking at?"

"I've seen this person before." Fiona said in a low tone.

Riddle walked up to her, looking down at the top of Fiona's gray hair.His eyes shifted to the man on the ground. This was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man—the last time he killed him, he was already an old man.

"How did you meet?" he asked.

Had she been to the Riddle House?

Fiona laughed softly, and the laughter sounded a little frightening in the dead night.

She raised her face and said jokingly: "Didn't you say you know me well? How did I meet him, don't you know?"

Riddle was dumbfounded by the question.

"Tom, you've told me a lot of lies—I don't like liars, but I can always put up with you."

Fiona wanted to stand up, but after squatting for too long, her physical strength was basically exhausted, and she swayed and fell to the ground.Riddle reached out to help her, but she avoided him.

Riddle slowly clenched his open palm.

He realizes that the worst may be around the corner.

"You said we were the same kind, and I almost thought it was." She just sat on the cold ground, shivering slightly from the cold, but she was still smiling at Riddle—maybe today was the day she laughed the most, "Unfortunately, not. Not all aliens are of the same kind."

She sighed wistfully, "Our loneliness is born differently."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 100, and the current favorability is minus 35. Negative values ​​will not be counted. The favorability will return to zero and the mission will fail."

Then tell me what's different!

Before the familiar darkness fell, Riddle felt evil from his heart, and the breath he had held for a long time made him abandon his wand, lift his foot, and kick Fiona fiercely——

"Ding. Intended to attack and damage the task target, triggering the punishment mechanism, Mr. Riddle, please do it yourself."

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23. Strategy No.20 Forget in three steps, be angry

Riddle opened his eyes - he wasn't even sure if he had made this action, because the vision was a thick blackness where the sun and the moon seemed to fall, and the other senses of the body also turned into nothingness.

This inability to perceive his own body, inability to see, inaudible, inaudible, or indescribable, as if caught in a nightmare, made him feel a deep sense of emptiness—this was an instinctive fear of annihilation in the soul.

There was no way to rely on his consciousness, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

He is going to die.

Riddle had never felt this gradual approach to death so clearly.

And at this time, he also self-evidently knew the laws of a certain world.

After ordinary people die, their souls will enter another strange space where only consciousness exists. They will reunite with their relatives and friends during their lifetime, and they can move their minds freely and do whatever they want without restraint.

A guilty person will be bound by a narrow space like a swamp, like a mummy trapped in a coffin, unable to move or escape.

And he was neither.

If he dies, he will be like a wisp of smoke, a speck of dust, or a drop of dew, drifting and dissipating involuntarily, evaporating between the heaven and the earth.

From a certain point of view, there is no death in the world, only the transition from one state to another, like changing from a living person to a ghostly ghost.

Only he will truly disappear and perish.

When he was desperate for this powerless struggle, the indifferent voice of the system became a relief.

"Ding. Trigger the CG animation: The Lone Traveler. Would you like to watch it?"

The drowning man finally climbed onto the driftwood, and Riddle wasn't sure if he yelled out, but from the weightless feeling of falling, he felt like a new life.

Accompanied by the down-to-earth feeling is the bright light that splits the darkness, and at the same time, the ears can hear the subtle creaking sound of leather shoes stepping on the mud and rolling stones.

Riddle took a sharp breath, and after deeply feeling the feeling of being "alive", he turned his head to check the surrounding environment.

He found that this was the path leading to Little Hangleton that he had walked not long ago, but judging from the weather, it should be a summer morning. The sun is not too hot, but the ground has begun to radiate heat.

The one who had already walked in front of him was a short and thin little girl, about five years old from the back, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a black suspender skirt and stockings—she looked wrapped up in this weather A little too rigid.

She walked slowly and steadily, and at her feet a house-elf followed step by step.

Riddle's gaze paused for a moment on the girl's shoulder-length gray hair. He remembered that Yardley said that Fiona was six years old when her magic rioted, so she was at least six years old in this memory.

——This is too short, the shortest girl in his orphanage is a little taller than her.

He took two quick steps to catch up with Fiona, looking back at her in front of her.

Her skin was still pale, and her eyes were very large because of her thinness.There is no unnecessary expression on the face, but it is not so cold that strangers should not get close to it. If I have to describe it, it is a kind of pale emptiness, like a piece of parchment without words, which makes people feel like writing something to fill it. impulse.

The house-elf next to her looked up at her frequently, worry and concern were evident on her ugly and weird face-it was as loving as a mother to her child.

Riddle compared it with the murderous, ferocious face in memory, and had to doubt whether they were the same house-elf.

"Miss Fiona," it squealed, "would you like to stop and rest?"

The glass-like eyeballs moved, and the puppet returned to life in an instant, and Fiona's expression also took on a bit of warmth.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." She said softly in a childish voice.

"Then are you thirsty, do you want some water?"

"I'm not thirsty." Fiona looked down at the house-elf and smiled slightly. "Gedian, don't worry, I'm fine."

Riddle couldn't believe that he heard such a gentle tone from Fiona, but it was still directed at the house-elf he despised the most!

How could she be friendlier to non-human beings than to humans?

Thinking of this, he was startled.

That being said, they really cannot be regarded as the same kind.He was her exact opposite, with contempt for all non-human beings.

He thinks they are dull, ignorant, ugly, rude, and have different hearts. Even people of the same ethnic group will fight with each other, but he has to believe that different ethnic groups will have good intentions for human beings?

It is too naive.

The house-elf named Gedian was still murmuring: "Miss Fiona only had three spoonfuls of porridge for breakfast, and Miss Fiona always said 'I'm fine', but I wasn't fine."

Fiona pretended not to hear, her eyes fell on the tall bushes by the roadside, as if suddenly bright flowers bloomed there.

——Isn’t this the behavior of children who avoid nagging from their parents?

For a while, Riddle couldn't accept that she still had the appearance of a real child.

Gedian wanted to continue talking, but Fiona stopped her in a low voice, "Be quiet, someone is coming."

Riddle heard the sound of horseshoes and wheels in the distance earlier than she did. He stood there with Fiona, who had evaded to the side, and looked ahead.

After a while, a carriage appeared in the field of vision.

Riddle saw at a glance that the man driving the carriage was the gardener from the Riddle Mansion.

That's when she saw him?

The gardener has a dark and dull face, and his unsmiling character can be seen from his clustered eyebrows and drooping corners of his mouth.He was tall, and his rough appearance was not friendly, but he didn't make people wary or frightened, probably because his eyes were too peaceful and harmless.

He passed Fiona in the empty carriage, and he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. The house-elf next to him probably used the Muggle Ignore Charm, but he didn't see it.

After the carriage had driven thirty or forty feet, he stopped the horse and turned to Fiona and shouted, "Where are you from, little girl, I haven't seen you in the village."

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