[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Niang sniffed and murmured, "Bi...Billy and Eric are dead..."

She glanced at him quickly, "Tom... aren't you cold in your clothes?"

Riddle also found out that Fiona hadn't returned the coat to him after getting on the Knight Bus, but this didn't affect his mood.

He ignored the little girl's question, recalled the two slightly familiar names, and remembered the vague faces of two boys.

Oh, those poor wretches he'd terrorized.

He didn't bother to think about how they died. In the orphanage, death was so commonplace that it didn't need any inquiry.Even a common cold can turn into a life-threatening illness in the absence of medicines, food and professional care.

It can always be felt here that the passing of life is faster and more silent than the withering of petals.

But Riddle hated the numbness and resignation of those people since he was a child.

Moreover, although the economic depression has entered at this time, the death rate can still be said to be lower than later.Nine months later, World War II officially broke out, and more than a year later, after Germany began to bomb Britain, the collapse of the social production chain brought about a sudden drop in donors and a shortage of supplies. nightmare.

Riddle was actually quite lucky. During the nine months from the start to the end of the bombing, it happened to be the start of Hogwarts. He didn't experience the terrifying scene of the bomb exploding around him.

But in the summer vacation before school started, German planes had already begun to bomb the British Air Force base, and the roar of planes flying in rows from the sky could be heard day and night.

He had stood by the window all night, staring at the moving red dots in the night sky, clutching his wand, wondering what magic he could use to protect himself if a bomb fell suddenly.

Although he didn't want to admit that he had times of panic and fear, the beginning of Hogwarts that year was indeed equivalent to a shelter for him.

It's just that even if you entered Hogwarts, in the Daily Prophet that year, you could often see news that wizards were unfortunately hit by bombs and died.

There were also fierce debates in the newspapers, denouncing Grindelwald for participating in the war between Muggles, taking the opportunity to disrupt the order of the wizarding world and expand his power.

It was also at that time that he became curious about Drindelwald, and began to pay attention to and study his ideas and deeds.

When he finished that semester and returned to the orphanage during the summer vacation, he was greatly shocked by the devastation of the whole city and the tragedy of the people in the orphanage who were unfortunately affected.

After that, he applied to stay in school during the summer vacation, but Dumbledore refused.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that he would sneak up and do bad things in Hogwarts.

—and he does.

Riddle sat on the wooden chair in his room, listening to the whimpering and crying from the next door, and continued to casually think about his old past.

In the year of graduation, Drindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, and the dark wizards who followed him fled everywhere.His application to stay in school to teach was rejected, so he left England and began to travel around the world, looking for and making friends with those dark wizards who were unwilling to fail, and learning remote and profound black magic.

In the process, he also gained a deeper understanding of the Muggle world.

During that time, the smoke of World War II had not completely subsided. Although the guns had stopped firing, the weapons were still held in the hands of all countries with vigilance.The confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union has made all countries tremble with fear, for fear that the third war will start at any time.

He had personally witnessed the division of Germany, witnessed the flight and blockade of the entire country, and heard of the thrilling see-saw in Cuba.

The situation of the world and the fate of mankind are in the hands of two countries—to be precise, in the hands of two Muggles, rolling back and forth like an egg, and with a slight tremor, the egg will be smashed to pieces on the ground.

While Riddle felt humiliated that his life was threatened by Muggles, he was also inevitably fascinated by the huge influence that could overturn the world.

Since human life is so humble and fragile, why can't he be the one who dominates all of this?

It can only be him.

He is so convinced.

When he returned to Hogwarts to apply for a professorship, Dumbledore asked him if he had found love.

Love?

He traveled for ten years and traveled to more than a dozen countries, but all he saw was war and violence, displacement and famine, fear and numbness.What is heard are the lies of the hypocrites, the clamor of the powerful, the curses of the losers and the curses of the hopeless.There may be love, but under the shadow of death, this weak light like a firefly will usually flicker a few times before it will go out.

And what goes out, is it the love that Dumbledore advocates?

Compared with absolute strength, that is too weak.

Dumbledore said it was because he hadn't looked in the right place, but kept quiet when he asked where it was.

He felt that Dumbledore didn't know where the "love" he believed in was, because he had never seen that thing, and couldn't find enough evidence to support his theory, so he needed to put all his chips on the one that had been cast a protective spell. on the savior.

Riddle doesn't believe in such illusory things as love, just like God and angels in the Bible, they are just illusions imagined by the incompetent to comfort themselves.

Even if Porter defeated him, it was not because of "love", but because of loopholes caused by his own mistakes.

And even if the savior defeated him, did Dumbledore win?

No, that was Potter's victory.Dumbledore is dead, and the one who dies is the loser.

Only the living can write victory.

"Mr. Riddle—" the system wanted to express its opinion unwillingly.

Riddle said gently: "It doesn't matter whether you are Mr. or Ms. or anything else, the system, please have some basic etiquette and don't emphasize your presence when others are concentrating on things, okay?"

The system does not take hard and soft, and answers "no" with actions.

"—Although you are a goblin in action and a troll in fantasy, you are far more stubborn than the basilisk's fangs." Without waiting for Riddle to fight back, it said: "And, if you don't believe 'Love', what do you think, when the favorability reaches [-], what is it called?"

Riddle froze.

"You tried to see if I could see your favorability for the mission target before. Would you like to guess, what is your favorability for her now?"

"Shut up!" Riddle yelled sternly.

"Oh, well, don't get excited, don't feel guilty, actually I can't see it either."

"..."

Once again, the Dark Lord was teased to the point where he was about to erupt, the system stopped as soon as it was good, and stopped provoking contentedly, leaving Riddle alone to face the window silently.

However, after a long time, the problem of the system was still lingering in his messed up mind.

——What will happen after the favorability reaches [-]?

Could it be—

Love?

29. Raiders No.20 Nine-step empty-handed, set white wolf

As soon as you enter the Leaky Cauldron, you will be greeted by the smell of smoke, alcohol and all kinds of food.Because of the cold weather, a fireplace was lit in the bar, and the heat made the smell even more foul and disgusting.

Riddle passed between the wine tables with his expression unchanged.

Someone noticed him, and he also recognized several regular customers in the bar - in the month before the start of school, with his outstanding appearance and excellent social skills, he brought everyone from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley Almost every shop has a familiar face.

For example, Mrs. Crawford, who is always holding a cigarette, she watched him more than once and exclaimed to the bar owner Foster: "This is a cute little angel that came out of nowhere!"

"Little Angel" Riddle always smiled a little embarrassedly.

He vaguely remembered that her husband and son seemed to have been killed in Death Eater attacks.

They didn't recognize him this time, though, for he wore a brown deerstalker with the brim pulled down, thick-rimmed glasses, a jacket and knickerbockers, and a thick bouquet scarf half-hidden his face.His elevated height at Hogwarts had the effect of disorienting him, making him look like a rough teenager at first glance.

No one would associate this sullen boy with the elegant and suave Tom Riddle.

Through the bar and into the courtyard, Riddle knocked on the passage to Diagon Alley.

It's the Christmas holiday, the whole street is decorated with Christmas decorations, cheerful music is played from the shops, and the cobbled roads are crowded with people who come out to shop.

Naturally, many of his classmates were pestering their parents to buy the latest broomsticks or beautiful lace headbands.

Riddle brushed past them with his head down, walked all the way forward, turned at the entrance of the alley next to Gringotts Bank, and entered a narrow and dirty alley.

After just taking a step or two, the lively atmosphere outside was isolated behind him, replaced by the gloomy coldness spreading from the soles of his feet.

Riddle glanced at the dilapidated wooden sign that read "Knockturn Alley" hanging above his head, put his hands in his pockets, stepped over the muddy puddle, and walked unhurriedly along the winding alley.

When he passed through a dark doorway, a thin and dry old man suddenly slanted out in front of him. His gray beard was intertwined like underground tree roots, and his mouth showed crooked and missing yellow teeth.

"Boy, need to..."

"Get out." Riddle took out his wand and pointed at the old man who seemed to be selling, but actually had malicious intent in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't make me say it a second time."

Whoever makes a living in Knockturn Alley knows better than anyone