[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Nor did Morfin. The two of them were not suitable for school due to their weird appearance and vulgar personality due to inbreeding. Marvolo also believed that the blood from Slytherin would give them power naturally, and they were not allowed to be with other people. dealing with wizards.But compared to Morfin, who fully agrees with Marvolo's theory, Merope's cowardly appearance hides a rebellious character--this can be seen from her elopement with Muggles. "

"She has always yearned for the life of Hogwarts, longing to make friends with normal wizards. At the same time, because the Muggle she loves is a rich young man, she is also full of obsession with the upper class. She didn't pay attention to Marvolo and Morfin. When it comes—they usually don't pay attention to her, she secretly obtained a lot of information. Although she didn't use it at all, but luckily it was all passed on to me. Let me live in the Muggle world, yes No stranger to the wizarding world."

Riddle finally rounded up his words, and patched himself in advance, "These are all the weights I can put on at present, as for other past history and some my secrets, I think there are also unknown You can understand the little secret, I am not a crazy gambler, and I will not bet all at once without reason and scruples when the game is unknown. This does not mean that I am guilty and concealed, but—— "

He looked into Fiona's eyes and said slowly, "You should know what I mean."

Fiona met his gaze without avoiding it, "But what I don't understand is, why? Just because you said—'kind'?" She spit out the word subtly.

Riddle took another deep look at her before looking at the sky with thick clouds and low clouds at the end of the path, and sighed softly.

"There will not be two shells with exactly the same pattern on the beach, but at least we are the two furthest from the shoreline pushed by the waves. Even though the distance between us may not be crossable, but between the ebb and flow of the tide, We, who cannot be covered, may be able to relieve the indelible loneliness while looking at each other from afar."

Speaking of this, Riddle chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I never thought that I would say such a thing. Before that, other people and creatures in the world were nothing more than pigs, dogs and livestock in my eyes. Some can be driven, some can be domesticated and played, some can only be slaughtered, and others are insignificant and not worth mentioning. My attitude towards everyone is indifferent or full of malice, only you—"

He paused and pondered for a while, as if it was difficult to speak, and it seemed that he was so cautious that he was almost embarrassed, and finally, he sent out the words bit by bit along with his breath.

"Only you, in my world, are different. Out of human selfishness and greed, I naturally hope that in your world, I am different."

Fiona didn't speak for a long time.

Riddle thought that what he had wrung his brains out was so sincere and straightforward that it was almost equivalent to showing her his nakedness—he was almost convinced himself that this was the case. .

If she can't be moved by this, then he can only—

Think another way.

Fortunately, Fiona wasn't so sinister and unfeeling.

Just before the gap in the woods, she said softly in her thin voice, "Tom."

It was the first time she called him by his first name.

At this moment, Riddle didn't care about whether the name was in his mind, stopped and turned to look at her.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Change your shampoo."

"...What?" Riddle suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, or something wrong with Fiona's brain.

Fiona didn't look at him, but tilted her head and sniffed the lining of the hood, frowned, and said seriously, "I don't like the smell of irises."

"Ding. Add 8 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 70."

Is this—an awkward way of expressing intimacy?Riddle was convinced.

He sighed resignedly, "As you wish, Miss Fiona."

26. Strategy No.20 Six Steps Thank you, you are welcome

Although Fiona's emotional expression is quite jerky and weird, Riddle feels subtly pleased.

This feeling is hard to describe. If I have to say it, it is probably as pleasant as seeing Dumbledore kill people with black magic one day.

He pulled aside the fence that was blocking him, and held out his hand to Fiona. Fiona didn't refuse this time, and put her hand in his.

Her hand was two sizes smaller than his, and it was obviously so slender that it was full of fragility that made people want to break it, but it was so soft that the hardness of the joints could hardly be felt.

When he curled his fingers, he could wrap her hand completely in his own, like wrapping a ball of whipped cream that was just right—even the cool temperature was just right.

Resisting the urge to rub his favor without thinking about it, Riddle pulled her into the dense forest, and while shielding her from intertwined branches and vines, he asked casually: "How do you know the relationship between the Gaunt family and me?" of?"

He wanted to see if Fiona's answer had changed from last time under the current favorability.

Fiona stepped on Riddle's footsteps, and her tone didn't become a little more intimate because of the slight progress in the relationship, it was still soft and indifferent.

"You should already know from Yardley that I am the illegitimate daughter of the Shafiq family, and the mother is unknown. About my biological mother, I only learned a few words leaked in the quarrel, 'I don't know family', 'bad child who was tricked into giving birth', 'exiled by family', 'whereabouts unknown'."

When Fiona said this, it was as indifferent as when Riddle just talked about how his mother drugged Muggles to elope and commit shameless adultery.

But Riddle knew that he was actually enduring a slight disgust and shame, but he was not sure whether Fiona was really as indifferent as she showed.

"I want to find her and determine whether she is dead or alive, so I have searched the genealogy of wizards in the wizarding world as long as I can remember, trying to screen out qualified people. Through the integration of various information, I found that Gang The characteristics of the Merope of the Te family are consistent, so she was also one of my suspects, but after verification, it is not."

Fiona didn't go into detail, but Riddle was satisfied.

At least they are telling the truth, without concealment or perfunctory.

He nodded, showing a little curiosity appropriately, but he did not ask how she did the verification in a proper manner.

"In this way, we have a strange relationship. Did your investigation of your biological mother get the result you wanted?"

Fiona shook her head. "No. And there's no way."

Riddle guessed something, "The conditions you know are actually wrong?"

"Ah."

The wizarding world is not big, and he was able to find the Gaunt family back then. If the information is accurate, with Fiona's action and determination, it is impossible to find the person she is looking for after so many years.

However, there are two possibilities that the information is inaccurate. Either her biological mother is indeed a witch with another identity, or her biological mother is actually a Muggle.

Riddle had already ruled out the latter possibility, but now he couldn't help but doubt it again.

He considered it for a while, and for the sake of caution, he still didn't ask.

Fiona explained herself: "She is a Muggle, her identity is unknown, and there is no way to find her."

Riddle was surprised, he didn't expect that with her character, she would take the initiative to tell such an extremely private matter - however, this matter that is embarrassing and scandalous to others may not be very important to her.

After thinking about it for a while, Riddle thought of another possibility, with a smile in his eyes.

Was she responding to the kindness he had just unleashed?He honestly explained his background, so she also frankly explained her situation to show fairness?

Sometimes I feel that she is scheming, cunning and evil, and sometimes I feel that she is too simple and straightforward.

Perhaps it is precisely because she has such contradictory sides that he finds her novel and interesting

Riddle said with a smile: "If there is anything I can help, you can tell me."

Fiona glanced at him, and shook her head regretfully, "Thank you, your current ability is not enough to support your intentions, I will consider it in ten or twenty years."

Riddle: "..."

I wanted to be angry, but after thinking about it, I found that she was telling the truth, and I was even angrier.

Could it be that speaking more viciously and meanly is also a negative effect brought about by the increase in favorability?

It was hard to imagine how she would get along with him when the favorability reached [-].

——I always feel that it is not very wonderful.

Before arriving at Gaunt's old house, Riddle took out the disappearing cabinet and released the basilisk.

Instead of testing the basilisk's loyalty this time, he waved it away, leaving Fiona outside while he went in to find Morfin Gaunt.

Last time it was Fiona who offered to help, and Riddle could agree as if she was watching a show.However, with his strong self-esteem, he didn't allow himself to show his weakness and ask Fiona for help.

He was just an alcoholic who hadn't even been in Hogwarts, and he believed that even at the first-year level, he could subdue him.

Waving his wand, Riddle whispered a spell, and quietly opened the wooden door that would have creaked.He stepped lightly, walked into the house, and immediately saw Morfin lying on a chair and dozing.

Killing is almost an innate talent for him, just like ordinary people cutting steak, there is no need for hesitation or thinking.

He casually used the floating spell to float a hemp rope on the ground, and controlled it to wrap around Morfin's neck like a snake.

Morfin sensed the itch and muttered