[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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Riddle: "..."

System: "You are already an adult in your 60s, Mr. Riddle, if you have any problems, you should find a solution by yourself, and don't always try to ask others for help."

The mood that had finally calmed down seemed to be turbulent again, Riddle pressed his twitching forehead and changed the question.

"Why did I fail last time?" He behaved so gentlemanly and gracefully, not to mention adding twenty or thirty points to his favorability, why shouldn't he lose five points?

The system said indifferently: "I said, this is your problem, not mine."

Riddle understood that the problems related to favorability were included in his tasks, and he needed to figure it out by himself, and the system would not provide him with any explanation or help.

He stopped probing, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Before entering Hogwarts, he had been living in the world of Muggles, while Fiona was a descendant of a pure-blood family, and there was no way the two could have any intersection.

So, why would a person feel bad for someone he hasn't met?

Riddle was thinking hard, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

Isn't it normal to have a crush on someone you haven't met?He himself disliked all Muggles and non-human beings.So Fiona's disgust may not be directed at him, but at the group he belongs to.

The group he belongs to... Could it be that she is a firm blood purist and hates mixed blood?But should she not know his bloodline when they met for the first time, or even if she didn't know, it would be counted in the objective favorability?Or is it not mixed, something else?What group does he belong to?male?She can't really dislike men, can she?

Riddle wanted to ask the system, but it probably wouldn't be able to say it after thinking about it, so he temporarily put this question aside and thought about another one.

What was wrong with his behavior at the time that would make Fiona lose his favor?

Too courteous?She saw his ulterior motives?

Although Riddle wanted to confidently say that it was impossible, after experiencing such a humiliating failure, no matter how arrogant he was, he still had to consider various possibilities.

Or, he didn't ask her permission before taking her suitcase?Ladies born in families always have eccentricities of one sort or another.It might even just be that he doesn't dress to her liking.

Riddle exhaled.

Still know too little, there is no way to make an accurate judgment.

Riddle turned to think about how to collect information on Fiona.

Judging from the current situation, it is unrealistic to think about contacting her on the train or at school. His appearance and image only add two points to her, and the favorability of just one point can easily drop to zero.

So, what should be done to add a good impression within 10 minutes of meeting, and not to be deducted points in the next relationship?

After two days of deliberation, Riddle finally made a plan.

When Dumbledore came to deliver the notice, he responded with a perfect disguise like last time, and immediately set off for Diagon Alley, to Ollivander's wand shop.

The young Ollivander had just taken over the wand shop. Like all young people, he was full of ambition. When he saw Riddle come in, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Good afternoon, this little wizard, looks like a freshman this year, are you here to buy a wand alone?"

Riddle nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Ollivander. I think the process of choosing a wand is wonderful and interesting. It is suitable for one person to explore. It would be too disappointing for adults to follow behind and chatter."

Riddle's words obviously touched Ollivander's itch, he raised his voice and agreed: "I have to say, you are the most sensible little wizard I have ever met. Most people know only a little about wands, they only know It is used as a rag when cleaning, a spatula when cooking, and a toy when playing pranks, but they don’t know that a magic wand that fits them perfectly can affect and change their fate!”

Riddle thought of his yew wand, and the Elder Wand that had never belonged to him.

He snorted coldly in his heart.

Accept fate?He wanted to see if the Elder Wand could not be his own this time around.

On his face, Riddle showed an expression of being moved by Ollivander's words and fascinated.

"Of course, but I think that people who can make a wand that belongs to a wizard and is connected to their fate are more extraordinary and mysterious, isn't it? It seems that in the lives of those mediocre or excellent wizards, there are The wandmaker lurking in the background—it's just so cool."

Riddle chuckled, like the poisonous snake that tempted Eve to eat the apple in the Garden of Eden, and said: "If you can create the most unique magic wand, find a strongest master for it, and create an earth-shattering new wand that will end history. Legend, what a glorious glory it should be."

In Riddle's demagogic whispers, in the dim, dusty shop, Ollivander's pale eyes sparkled with frenzy.

Eventually, after Riddle bought his own wand without costing a single Nutter, he accepted Ollivander's offer to become an apprentice in the wand shop.During the period before school started, he could stay in the wand shop and learn how to make wands with Ollivander.

For Riddle, although his main purpose was not here, getting this result was also considered a pleasant surprise.

During the next period of time, Riddle crossed half of London every day, and came to Ollivander's shop early to receive customers who came to choose wands with him.

He had inadvertently tested whether there were any other young wizards of the same class who had chosen wands before he came, and Ollivander replied: "The admission notices are all sent out together in early July, although the young wizards from the magic world Wizards have known for a long time that they have magical talents, but most of them will wait for the notification letter to buy it - you are the fastest one."

Eliminating hidden worries, Riddle began to wait patiently.

During this time, Ollivander also asked about his parents, but Riddle avoided talking about it, and said cunningly: "If you can guess my parents' wand from my wand, I will be convinced." , Mister Ollivander."

Ollivander was easily dismissed by him.

Riddle didn't have to wait long, and on his fifth day at the wand shop, he found the man he had planned.

It wasn't Fiona Shafik, it was Yardley Lestrange, whose mother was Fiona's father's sister, and he and Fiona were cousins.Without contacting Fiona directly, only the most direct news can be obtained from him.

Even for Riddle, who walked out of the orphanage for the first time before his rebirth, it would not be difficult for him to establish a good relationship with an 11-year-old boy who was kept captive in the wizarding world. Now, it is even easier for him within a few minutes of trying the wand, Let Yardley regard him as a good buddy with a congenial temperament.

"Seriously, so what if Joselid has maintained the highest score in the British Quidditch League for several years? Rodri is the best Quidditch player. He led the Tornado team to win the League Cup five times. .His self-created copy-back technique is so cool..."

Listening to Yardley's excited sharing of his views, Riddle nodded with a smile, "That's right, compared to the Chaser, the Seeker is the soul of a team."

What's the best way to get closer to a little wizard boy?Supported the same Quidditch team as him, liked the same players.

Riddle didn't like Quidditch, not because he wasn't good at sports, on the contrary, he also participated in the campus Quidditch team, and as a Seeker led Slytherin to win several campus championships.

But he hates the game mechanism that requires teamwork to win, and he is unwilling to abide by the cumbersome rules, so after becoming a senior, he finds an excuse to quit the Quidditch team.

He wants to win, all he needs is him.

After chatting for two days, after Yardley regarded him as the strongest brother in his life, Riddle began to naturally switch to his family relationship.

"I don't have any siblings, and while it's not a bad feeling, I get curious sometimes. How about you, Yardley?" Riddle asked casually as they sat in the ice cream parlor.

Yardley took a sip of his soda. "Me? I'm an only child too, but I have a cousin who's a nerd and I don't have much to talk to. And a cousin who—"

Yardley paused, his expression distorted, like contempt, but also like a little fear.

He took another gulp of his soda and belched loudly for it.

"She's a freak."

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freak.

Riddle's fingers stroked the condensed glass.

He often heard this word when he was in the orphanage.At first they yelled rightly in front of him, trying to repel him and humiliate him, but in the end, they only dared to dodge and whisper, and even avoided his gaze like a bird or animal.

Riddle didn't hate the word.Because the "freak" in their mouth not only represents disgust, but also symbolizes fear.

He enjoyed being frightened—at least a lot more than being slighted.

Riddle smiled and asked curiously: "What do you mean? Doesn't she like Quidditch, but Muggle football instead?"

The indifferent joking tone made Yardley, who was already defenseless, a little more relaxed, and started to complain along with his words.

"That's not a freak, but a lunatic. Fiona, oh, it's my sister, who is actually two months younger than me, and she will enter Hogwarts with us this year. Which house to put in, I'm sure it's Slater