[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Devour your own children.Even so, he finally fulfilled the prophecy and was driven out of God's Domain by his son. "

Riddle frowned, trying not to make his tone too cold, "You want to say that kinslayers will be fooled and punished by fate?"

Fiona glanced at him lightly, then stuck her fingers inside the cage to tease the bird.

"No, I just want to say that they killed their fathers because of fear, anger, unwillingness, and resistance, and I have none of these." Lu Chevron in the cage lightly pecked Fiona's finger, and the corners of her mouth curled up Qiao, "On the contrary, my father wanted to kill me because of these."

"Negative and redundant emotions can make people lose their minds, become blind and crazy. That look is too ugly and too weak. I don't want to become what I hate." Fiona said calmly.

Riddle felt the irritability of being stabbed in a painful place.

He pursed his lips, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill on his face. He reached out to touch it, but found a small drop of water.

He turned around, only to realize that it was already dark, and snow began to fall outside at some point, and snowflakes were being wrapped in the hole in the window by the wind.

Riddle raised his hand and used "Restore as New" to restore the window, Fiona went around the sofa and walked to the window to look out.

He paused, and followed, seeing light blue snowflakes fluttering down from the invisible darkness, hitting the window and turning into tiny drops of water, dragging twisted water marks and sliding down .

"It's snowing..." With the light of the house, Fiona stared at the broken branch that fell under the tree outside for a while, then turned to Riddle and said, "Do you need to say Merry Christmas at this time?"

Riddle has no feelings for any holiday, except Halloween - which he has a crush on.

He said casually: "No need, say what you want to say."

Fiona thought for a while, "It's dinner time, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"...I hope you are not euphemistically chasing guests away."

"Trust me, if I want to drive you away, I don't need to be tactful."

"..." He really believed in this.

The boredom gradually subsided, and Riddle looked at the two figures reflected in the window. The two standing side by side looked very harmonious and intimate.

He smiled: "Then, please allow me to taste your house elf's craftsmanship."

Fiona said bluntly: "Don't expect too much, it's not very delicious."

"It's better than the black bread in the orphanage."

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the broken branches under the trees were gradually buried by the snow.

The hot air in the room collides with the cold air outside, and a layer of water mist is cast on the windows, so the cold and warm are separated into two worlds that do not disturb each other.

31. Strategy No.30 One step and you will go to hell

Dinner was not served in the big dining room that Riddle had passed by earlier, but in the side hall next door connected to the living room.

This room is not big, and the small dining table is just big enough for two people to sit face to face. It is covered with a plain white tablecloth, candlesticks are placed, and a lily soaked in water is inserted in a glass ampoule.

Riddle guessed that Fiona should have been eating here alone all the time, which was why the big dining room looked so lonely.

Today is Christmas Eve, and even the orphanage will give each person an extra piece of bread and a bowl of thick soup, but the Shafik family did not specially prepare rich festive food. The dinner dishes are simple roast beef, baked potatoes and stewed bread.

It was just for Riddle, and Fiona put it more plainly in front of her. There was only a plate of cream of corn soup and a serving of lemon cod, and each cooked a third of it.

——At least I ate a little more than in school.

And as Fiona said, Gedian's craftsmanship was not very outstanding, and he kept sneaking in the dark and peeping while the two were dining.Riddle didn't show it on the face, but he hated the house elf even more in his heart.

It has neither a humble attitude nor the skills it should have, and completely loses the meaning it should have.Fortunately, it is currently serving Fiona. If it were the Malfoy family or the Black family, its head would have been beheaded and hung on the wall for decoration.

Riddle suspected that it was actually indulged by Fiona for its arrogance and laziness, and it became so perfunctory and slack.It's just that he can't teach it a lesson for Fiona, so he can only secretly decide in his heart that he must find an opportunity to teach it a lesson in the future.

The tall candlesticks on the dining table lit five candles at random. Riddle looked at Fiona through the flickering candlelight. Under the soft light, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be much more gentle and stretched, giving people a gentle and demure look. illusion.

However, when she raised her eyes and spoke, this illusion was ruthlessly broken.

"My face reminds you of the black bread in the orphanage?"

"...you don't have to be so self-deprecating."

"Then you don't have to use my face for dinner."

Riddle rolled his eyes inwardly.

His face is as pale as a ghost, tasteless than black bread, do you really think he likes to watch it?

"Don't scold me in your heart."

Riddle's table knife was eaten.

Fiona looked at him with a half-smile, "Oh? Looks like he's really scolding me."

Riddle tentatively said calmly: "You can curse back in your heart, I don't mind."

Fiona snorted, "Your sense of humor is better than your acting skills."

"Must praise." Riddle nodded and smiled.

There was no change in favorability, and he felt relieved, knowing that she did not reject this level of teasing and jokes.

After dinner, Riddle cheekily asked for a cup of tea, on the pretext that it was cold and snowy and that he hadn't drunk the tea just now. Fiona glanced at him, got up and walked back to the living room with a hint of acquiescence.

The fireplace in the living room was burning very warmly, and the light fruity aroma from the burning cherry wood lingered in the whole room.

The tea made by Gedian further proved its poor craftsmanship. Fortunately, Riddle hadn't expected any of this.Fiona didn't drink tea, and warmed her hands with a glass of white water in one hand, while flipping through a book in the other.

Riddle sat leaning on the single sofa next to her, and after obtaining her consent, he also randomly picked a book from the bookshelf and read it leisurely.

The title of the book was The Divine Comedy, also written in Italian, and it was about hell and heaven in Muggle imagination.

"... If you want to leave this desolate place, you must choose another path, because no one has ever escaped its entanglement alive. The beast is cruel by nature, and its greed is never satisfied. Hunger. What's worse is that countless beasts have intercourse with it, making it even more powerful..."

After a few pages, Riddle found it ridiculous and boring, and looked up at Fiona.

She looked at it seriously, her thin fingers were still moving slowly on the page with the speed of reading, a strand of gray hair slipped from her shoulders and hung on the side of her face, shaking slightly when turning the pages.

The burning wood beeped, and Riddle could not help but lose his mind in this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

It wasn't until Fiona called him that he realized that he had been in a daze with his brain empty.

"Do you want a refill on the tea? You can leave if you don't need it."

"..." As she said, she didn't need to be euphemistic to drive people away.

As if she was afraid that Riddle would really want to refill the glass in a shameless manner, Fiona directly asked Gedian to take out the robe he left behind last time, and stood beside him waiting to see him out.

The only thing that can be seen as caring is that he also prepared an umbrella for him.

Riddle was not at all embarrassed by being kicked out, he smiled and said "see you at school", and walked out of the Shafiq mansion followed by Gedian's silence.

Before Gedian closed the door, he called to it and stood on the steps looking down at it.

He said softly: "You can't take good care of her health, and you can't protect her from harm. Don't say whether you are qualified as a house-elf, just say-you are worthy of her treatment of you." Is it kind?"

Gedian's gloomy face twisted instantly, it opened its mouth, and just about to scream, Riddle raised his index finger to his lips, and gave a soft "shh".

"I don't want to teach a house elf how to remember his identity and keep his dignity, but you should at least remember not to disturb your master." He said with a mocking smile, "Of course, maybe you The owner and I are referring to are not the same."

Before Gedian could open his mouth to argue, Riddle opened his umbrella and walked down the steps unhurriedly.

After two seconds of silence, the door slammed shut behind him.

Riddle snorted inwardly.

"Are you complaining about the mission goal?" the system asked.

Riddle denied it without thinking, "How is it possible. Don't you know my attitude towards house-elves?"

"Based on my superficial understanding, it is an attitude of disdain to communicate with it."

Riddle choked.

He stopped under a street lamp on the side of the road, turned around and looked up, and saw a warm yellow light from a bay window on the second floor, and a slender figure stood behind the window.

This window seemed to be the window of the study where Fiona had been when he first came to Shafiq House.

It was snowing heavily, and the numerous snowflakes were dyed a light golden color by the light, like golden powder spilled out, smearing the figure behind the glass hazyly, making it look unreal and illusory.

The whole world was silent, only the soft rustling sound of snow falling on the umbrella surface.

For a moment, Riddle had the illusion that she was not watching him, but waiting for him to walk in.

I don't know what kind of expression she is looking at him at this time.

While thinking, Riddle raised his hand and shook it at her.

Fiona stood silently for a while, nodded imperceptibly, then turned and disappeared behind the window.

Riddle subconsciously hooked his lower lip, and put his hand