[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

After writing the book, he began to think about whether he would get in touch with that Fiona after entering Hogwarts, or whether he would meet that Fiona first on the train.

Before he could come to a conclusion, there was a sudden "ding" in his mind.

"The target person has appeared, and the favorability system is automatically activated."

Since Riddle forbade the system to speak without authorization that day, it has not made a sound for a long time, as if it never existed.At this time, he suddenly spoke seriously, which surprised him, and subconsciously looked outside the box door.

Several students were jostling through the aisle.

The system continued: "The current favorability is 0, please increase the favorability by at least a little within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be counted as a mission failure. The countdown starts, 599, 598, 597..."

Riddle stood up abruptly.

"What do you mean?" He asked habitually in a commanding tone.

However, the system ignored him and continued to report: "565, 564, 563..."

Riddle was tensed by the urgent countdown, and immediately opened the box door to look left and right.

A man passing by the door was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and Riddle recognized him as Yardley Lestrange, but he had no time to befriend him now.

There was no one who looked like Fiona in his field of vision. He thought she had already passed the box, so he walked back quickly and looked into the boxes on both sides, but he couldn't remember what Fiona looked like at all. Only by exclusion.

"System, can't you tell me where Fiona is?" Riddle asked in his heart.

"432, 431, 430..."

Riddle: "..." He cursed viciously in his heart.

"Discover sensitive words, the countdown is reduced by 20 seconds, 399, 398..."

Riddle: "...?"

Didn't you say that you can scold at will?

Without time and system theory, Riddle went all the way to the end of the train but couldn't find anyone, so he had to turn back and look forward again.

When he passed the upper and lower entrances of a carriage, he hurriedly ran into a person who was boarding the train.

The man was thin and thin, and was hit by the tall Riddle, and he staggered backwards. There were steps behind him, and he was about to fall backwards when he stepped on the ground.

Riddle didn't want to care about it at first, but when his eyes touched the special long smoke-gray hair, the flash of inspiration made him immediately stretch out his hand, grab the man's arm and pull it forcefully in his direction.

The body as light as a feather fell into Riddle's arms, making one wonder if it was a paper puppet.But immediately, the suitcase loosened from the man's hand fell to the ground and hit Riddle's foot.

Riddle: "!"

Facts have proved that even the great Dark Lord would be so painful that he wanted to take a breath when his toe was hit.

But after all, he was the Dark Lord, Riddle still controlled his facial expression not to look too distorted, but deliberately frowned slightly to show a little pain, and then carefully helped the person in his arms to stand upright, and took two steps back to pull him away. distance.

He looked down at the other party, and said softly, apologetically and caringly: "Sorry, I was careless, are you okay?"

The girl in front of her has striking gray curly long hair, her blue eyes are dull, her skin is pale, and her lips don't even have any color. She looks quite beautiful, but because she is too weak, her demeanor is sluggish. , the whole person looks as bleak as a candle that is about to burn out.

She is Fiona Shafik.

It seems that when the system just reminded the target to appear, she was not on the train, but on the platform.

Riddle was about to shake his memory—how could he not remember such a characteristic hair color before?And now that the memory is triggered, he even recalled that Yardley said in a chat that her cousin was originally blond, but a magic riot almost killed her when she was a child, and after she was rescued, her hair faded into Light gray.

As if hurt by the bump, the girl in front of her raised her eyebrows and looked up at Riddle.

Riddle waited for her to show the look of amazement he was accustomed to.

Sure enough, her eyes fixed on Riddle's face.

The next moment, the system's count stopped at 98 in my mind.

"Ding, the favorability of the target is increased by 2, and the current favorability is 1."

Riddle first breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked strangely: "System, are you bad at math?" The favorability has been increased by two points, how can the current favorability be only one point?

The system replied: "Insulting the system, this question will not be answered."

Riddle: "..."

As for Fiona in front of Riddle, although her favorability increased by two points, she didn't have any special expression on her face, she just smiled lightly.

"It's okay," she said softly.

Her voice was a little weak, soft and fluttering, which was in line with her not-so-good image.

Seeing that she was going to pick up the suitcase on the ground, Riddle bent down and picked it up first.

"Let me help you carry it back to the box, as a way to make up for the reckless collision with you." He said with a smile.

Riddle waited leisurely for the system to announce the increase in favorability again.

As he expected, the system made a "ding".

Sure enough, there is no difficulty.thought Riddle.

however--

"The favorability of the target is reduced by 5, and the current favorability is minus 4. Negative values ​​will not be counted. The favorability will return to zero, and the mission will fail."

what?

Riddle stared at Fiona in disbelief, and the picture in his vision was fixed on her smiling face, and there seemed to be gratitude in those highly saturated blue eyes.

Then, the world was enveloped in darkness.

3. The third step of the strategy, don't be afraid, you are still alive

When I opened my eyes, it was still the familiar room.

Riddle sat up abruptly, and the narrow wooden bed made an ear-piercing "creak".

He was breathing quickly, and he heard his heart beating violently like thunder, which made him tremble slightly, and the eardrums were also washed by the accelerated flow of blood, making it a little noisy and stinging.And his mood at this moment is even more terrified than when he watched his body shatter into powder after casting the Death Curse that night.

For a moment, he really thought he was going to die again.

Still such a funny and ironic way to die.

The familiar "ding" in my mind sounded again.

"Open your sleepy eyes, arrange your clothes, be energetic, and stride forward. The morning light is dazzling, a sunny youth, for ideals, with a heart to the blue sky. Smile, a new day. Good morning, Mr. Riddle, we meet again."

Riddle punched the wall next to him hard.

The system said with a lifeless tone and a completely opposite tone of gloating: "Are you angry? Mr. Riddle. Shouldn't you be glad? If there is only one chance, I can leave work happily. If you are, it can only turn into The air dissipated."

Riddle wanted the system to shut up, but the tragic consequences of shutting up last time were imminent. He could only withdraw his bloodshot hand to cover his eyes, and took a deep breath.

After a while, he finally controlled his emotions.

Riddle rolled over and got off the bed, sat on the hardwood chair with a dignified and elegant posture, and stared at the opposite window.

Even though the embarrassing scene just now had been exposed to the system, he was still unwilling to let himself lose his bearing and dignity.

"Dear System, can I trouble you to explain the current situation to me?" Riddle asked politely, without any trace of anger in his voice.

The system was satisfied and said: "That's right, Mr. Riddle. Although the more polite you are to someone, the more you want to kill him, but you can't kill me anyway, I still hope you can be more polite to me."

Riddle smiled and listened patiently.

The system said unhurriedly: "Since conquering Fiona Shafik is considered a difficult task, the system is very generous in providing multiple opportunities. Of course, it is impossible to have an unlimited number of times, after all, I am not here for charity. Mr. Riddle seems to like the number seven? So you're lucky enough to have seven chances—only six left now."

Riddle didn't ask what would happen if the six chances were exhausted. He mulled over the words of the system word by word before asking, "Why didn't you tell me at the beginning?"

"You didn't ask, Mr. Riddle." The system said, "I will give you one last thoughtful suggestion. Arrogance is the first of the seven deadly sins—all your sins come from arrogance."

Riddle's pupils shrank.

He was emotionally turbulent, wanted to sneer, ridicule, and question, but in the end he swallowed it all, and asked again as if he didn't hear: "What is the favorability system?"

The system replied: "When the task target Fiona Shafik appears in your field of vision, the favorability system will automatically start to accurately record the change of the target's favorability. When the favorability reaches 100, the mission is completed and the favorability Once it returns to zero, the mission fails, and an opportunity will be deducted to return to the original starting point. Since the initial favorability is 0, it must increase at least a little favorability within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be counted as a mission failure."

Riddle deliberated word by word, and suddenly remembered the previous question, "Why did she add two points of favorability at the time, but in the end it was only one point? Wait, 'Negative values ​​will not be counted'... Could it be that she gave me [-] points of favorability at the beginning? The favorability is actually a bit negative?"

The system reassured: "It seems that your brain is finally not used to support your flashy face."

Riddle ignored its sarcasm and asked inexplicably: "Why? I haven't had any contact with her, how could she have a bad impression of me?"

The system is also very surprised, "Are you asking me? You think I am the correct answer after the exercise book