[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Get a full view of the house.

Between the townhouses with Muggles on both sides, this single-family three-story house that occupies a considerable area looks a bit out of place, but under the effect of the Muggle Repelling Spell, Muggles will only feel that this is an abandoned place. places like museums or churches.

From the Victorian architectural style, it can be seen that the Shafik House was built not long ago. Although it looks very grand compared to the Muggle houses next to it, it can be guessed that the previous two generations of the Shafik House should be weak. After maintaining the original manor, he moved here without even a garden.

The slightly mottled exterior, gray windows and blackened chimney roof indicate that the house has not been well maintained for some time.

Under the dim daylight, the gray-white wall actually looked a bit like Fiona's face, with cold indifference and faint burnout revealed in the morbid pallor.

Riddle looked at it for a while, then walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

Three seconds later, the door opened, and Gedion the house-elf looked at him coldly from behind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Riddle," it said dryly and reluctantly, "you are welcome."

Riddle didn't look at it, but glanced past it and landed behind it, "Take me to see Fiona."

Even if he wanted to please Fiona, it was impossible for him to throw his dignity to the house-elf.

Gedian seemed even more annoyed by this, snorted, turned around and walked in.

Riddle followed behind it, taking the opportunity to look at the layout of the house.

They walked through an archway with crimson curtains and walked around the empty vestibule. This time Gedian did not take him upstairs, but passed through an unpopular living room where even the portraits looked dead, and then walked around again. After passing the wide dining room with long tables—it has a row of windows, but it is still as sparse as a cold room—and finally came to a small side hall next to it.

This is supposed to be a living room for family members.

The room was covered with rich leather wall coverings, and facing the door was a curved wall with a whole row of windows, through which looked out several tall fir trees and clumps of shrubs.In front of the window, there is a rose red curved sofa and two opposite dark green single sofas. On the round table in the middle of the sofa is a mug with steam floating, and a warm fire is burning in the fireplace next to it. .

Fiona was sitting on the crimson sofa, wearing a loose plain long dress, with a book on her knees, and a colorful woven carpet under her feet. Her body was bathed in the firelight of the fireplace. Streaming clouds and swaying branches.

She was like an old shadow in an ancient oil painting, watching him quietly.

Riddle looked at her, and after a moment of silence for some reason, he walked in and put the cage covered in black cloth on the round table.

He looked down at her and asked with a smile, "What book are you reading?"

Fiona closed the book and showed him the cover. He glanced at it. On the dark red cover was written in Italian - "New Life".

It looked like a Muggle poetry anthology.

During his travels, Riddle also mastered the languages ​​of many countries by the way, French, German, and Italian. For him, these are really just incidental, and it doesn't take a lot of effort.

He didn't dabble in Muggle books much, though, and he didn't want to dwell on why she read Muggle books.

He bypassed this topic and asked jokingly: "It's so leisurely, have you done your homework for the holiday?"

"If you really want to know—it's done." Fiona put the book by her side, and seeing that Riddle was still standing in front of her, she pointed to the single sofa next to her, "Sit down." And then Called the house-elf, "Gedian, go make some tea."

"Yes, Miss Fiona." Gedian glanced at Riddle again, closed the door and left.

These words and deeds are very decent, fully in line with the etiquette and upbringing of a young lady from a noble family. The only difference from those pure-blooded Slytherins is that her tone of voice with the house elves is not bossy enough.

Fiona looked at the things on the table and asked, "For me?"

"As you can imagine, a Christmas gift," Riddle said as he sat down, "I don't know if you will like it. Compared with poetry, this may help you relieve the boredom of the holiday."

Fiona's eyes fell on the black veil, and she was speechless for a long time.

Riddle couldn't help but raise his heart again.

"Sorry," she said suddenly, "I didn't prepare a present for you."

It's normal to be unprepared, and Riddle didn't expect to apologize for it.

He wanted to hide the surprise and turn it around with smooth words, but after a pause, he said directly: "It's a good Christmas gift for me that you can feel sorry for me."

The eyes shifted from the black cloth to Riddle's face, Fiona looked at him, and the corner of her mouth curled up, "I wanted to make up for you, but since you think so, forget it."

Is she joking with him?

Riddle was amazed again.

"No, that sentence just now was just to cover up my loss, please make up for me with my Christmas present."

"Sorry again, really not."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Riddle originally thought that when he came to find her this time, he would need to use all his strength to mobilize the atmosphere between the two of them. He never expected that they would be able to joke and chat so easily.

There is no embarrassing alienation, and the natural harmony is as deep as old friends.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 67."

The system's prompt made Riddle confirm that Fiona was indeed in a good mood, which made him feel more relaxed.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?" he said.

"Is it a living thing?" Fiona closed her eyes and sensed it. "It's strange, very calm mood swings, unlike any creature I've ever seen—is it a magical animal?"

"It's too hard to give you a little surprise." Riddle complained half-truthfully, "You can see for yourself."

Fiona stood up, walked to the round table and was about to pull back the cover, when Gedian's exclamation sounded outside the door.

"Master! Why do you..."

"Go away!"

Then there was a loud bang of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the living room was slammed open, and an old man with a frantic expression stood at the door, pointing at Fiona with his wand raised.

"Avada Kedavra!" he roared hoarsely.

30. Raiders No.30 step they will be guilty of the same crime

It's been a long time since I heard the sound of the killing curse, and Riddle felt a little nostalgic for a while.

And the ashes of the last person who dared to use the death curse on him in front of him, the ashes of the whole family floated to nowhere in the world.

Although his strength was limited by the system to the first grade, with Riddle's familiarity with the Killing Curse like eating and drinking, as well as the killing and fighting instinct rooted in the soul, it was almost impossible for Fiona's father to read the first sentence. At the first syllable, he jumped up.

His first reaction was to turn over and dodge by himself, but after judging that the person the wand was aiming at was not himself, he instantly changed direction and flew to throw Fiona down behind the round table.

It is extremely dangerous to carry out such a rescue under the death-killing curse. After all, it does not matter whether the death-death curse hits a vital point, as long as it hits the body, it will cause instant death.

But saving Fiona is tantamount to saving themselves. No matter which one of them dies, the fifth chance will come to an end within a few days of restarting.

—He swore that he would never walk the Little Hangleton road again.

Fortunately, Ethelred Shafik was not a dark wizard, and he used the killing spell very unfamiliarly, and he didn't finish reciting the spell until the two of them lay down on the carpet.

A blinding green light passed over them, shattering the windows and sending a gust of cold wind into the room.Accompanied by the glass exploding and projectiles hitting Riddle, there was the sound of tree branches breaking and falling to the ground outside the window.

Riddle was not in a nervous mood. He even had the leisure to judge the lethality of the Death Curse from the sound of glass breaking, and silently said in his heart——as expected of a father and daughter, who can issue the Death Curse With the speed of the owl and the strength of the Bludger, Fiona's physique needs him to save her.

Beneath Riddle, Fiona hit her head on the ground as she fell, because his shield was so unfamiliar.

I don't know if it's because the carpet is thick enough, or because she is used to being patient, but she just frowned reflexively, without showing any signs of pain.

Her expression was so calm that Riddle couldn't help but wonder if she was stunned and hadn't realized what happened.The long gray hair was spread messily on the bright red carpet, which seemed to dull the color of the carpet.

She half-closed her eyes, her face was expressionless, but even Riddle, who had extremely poor empathy ability, inexplicably felt an extremely heavy tiredness, which surged outward from her body like a tide.

"Are you okay?" He couldn't help asking.

The dull pupils moved slightly between the blue irises, and Fiona's gaze slowly focused on Riddle's face.

After a pause, she raised her hand, and lightly touched the pinna of his right ear with her cold fingertips, causing a tingling pain that was so subtle that it could be ignored.

Riddle realized later that it should have been scratched by glass shards.

"Bleeding," she asked softly. "Does it hurt?"

Riddle was startled for a moment, but didn't answer her.

Because he heard footsteps approaching quickly, and the weak dissuasion of the house-elf.

He took out the wand in his arms and waited patiently. When Ethelred walked to the round table, he turned around and raised his hand—he didn't take the time to lock the opponent's position, and judged the opponent based on the sound