[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Take it back, just about to call the Knight Bus, the sound of the system rang.

"Ding. Trigger the CG animation: Bloody Christmas Eve. Would you like to watch it?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows, "Trigger now?"

Shouldn't this trigger when Ethelred attacks?

"I never said that it will be prompted at the same time as the trigger," the system said in an arrogant tone of "I have all the right to interpret". "Just now I wanted to watch a movie, and I didn't want to be interrupted. Is there a problem?"

His biggest problem is how to kill the system.

Riddle turned a deaf ear and said, "Watch."

The familiar feeling of falling overwhelmed him instantly, and he stepped on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Looking around, Riddle found that he was in the living room that he had just left. Fiona was sitting on the sofa reading a book in the same posture as before he left.

Relying on the fact that she couldn't see him, Riddle walked over and sat beside her, leaning his head to read the book in her hand.

Or the "New Life" in Italian.

"... merciless death, you are the enemy of love, you are the mother of sorrows since ancient times, you are the last judge of this world, mean, cruel... because you have aroused my grief, anger, and made me hate you Enemy fills my heart..."

Riddell is gifted and self-taught in all kinds of skills for arming himself and hurting others, but he knows nothing about this kind of obscure literature and poetry.

In other words, he is not interested in learning about things that are useless to him.

At this moment, he looked at this line of poem, although he didn't understand what it meant, but for some reason, he felt a strange discomfort, and he couldn't help but tighten his brows.

Just as Fiona turned a page in the book, there was a light knock on the door, and Gedian's voice sounded outside the door.

"Miss Fiona, dinner is ready."

Riddle noticed that Fiona's fingers paused, and she paused for a moment while maintaining that page-turning posture, as if distracted, before slowly closing the book.

She got up expressionlessly, opened the door and walked out of the living room.

To Riddle's surprise, she didn't go to the side hall where they ate, but walked towards the dining room that he thought was unused.

There were few lights along the way, and he walked beside her, moving silently, and she was also almost silent, as if like him, it was just a phantom that didn't belong here.

However, when he stepped into the dining room, his eyes suddenly brightened, causing Riddle to squint his eyes involuntarily.

Dozens of candles are burning on the chandeliers on the third floor, and a dozen wall lamps maintained by magic are also lit on the walls. On the ten-foot-long dining table, there are gold-plated dinner plates, silver knives and forks, and transparent The beautiful crystal glass reflects the dazzling light under the bright light.

This is a luxurious style that is the opposite of the depressed facade.

If this scene happened in the Lestrange family, Riddle could completely understand that even if those ancient families couldn't afford to eat, they would use bone china tea sets to make moldy old tea.

But what was strange to him was that it was obviously Fiona who was in charge of the Shafik family now, and with her character, why did she still engage in such bluffing?

Gedian opened the first chair on the left of the dining table, Fiona sat down, and ordered softly: "Go and invite father and mother."

"Okay, Miss Fiona." Gedian took the order to retreat.

They want "a family of three" to eat together?

Happy Christmas Eve?

Riddle couldn't understand Fiona's mind, and felt more and more weird.

After a while, there was the sound of procrastinating footsteps slowly approaching.

Riddle looked towards the entrance of the restaurant, and saw Ethelred walking in stiffly in a formal suit with a blank expression, followed by an ugly and terrifying old woman.

If Riddle's face during the "Dark Lord" period was ferocious and frightening, this grizzled old woman has a disgusting face that makes people feel sick at a glance.

Her entire face was crimson, one eye was twisted into a constricted centipede, wrinkled like a crack in the dry land, and the rest of the skin, from her forehead to her neck, was covered with large and small black, red, swollen blisters , like bumps on the body of a toad, or like a bunch of eggs, it makes people sick to look at.

Recalling what Yardley said, Mrs. Shafik’s face was almost boiled in boiling water during Fiona’s magic riot, and Riddle confirmed her identity—Fiona’s nominal mother, Cordelia Shafiq.

Following Cordelia's staggering steps, there was a sound of clanging metal on her body. Riddle glanced at it, only to find that her hands and feet were bound with chains, and the locks on her wrists tied her hands tightly together. Together.

This state should have been maintained for a long time, causing her hands to shrink and deform slightly.

Riddle was speechless for a moment, looked at the girl sitting quietly on the seat, and thought to himself that he really underestimated her, and she was no less capable of torturing people than he was.

But he immediately realized that this should not be to torture Cordelia, but to prevent her from harming herself.

Fiona stood up and greeted politely, "Father, mother."

Seeing her eyes, Ethelred shook his head, showed a loving smile, and said gently: "My dear Fiona, Merry Christmas."

Cordelia didn't seem to be affected, she stared at Fiona with hatred, and muttered nervously to herself: "Bitch, bastard, devil..."

Fiona didn't seem to hear, and calmly said: "Let's eat."

Etheledra also ignored his wife's strange behavior, and smiled and pulled the chair at the head of the table to sit down, while Cordelia was dragged by Gedian, and sat down at the head on the right.

A family of three sat at the dining table in such a strange atmosphere, one was smiling, one was cursing, and the other was indifferent, like a satirical oil painting with a magical style.

Riddle always felt itchy when he watched it, and wanted to take out his wand and use it to tear the dining table apart, breaking the awkward scene in front of him.

Gedian cast housework magic and floated the prepared dishes in front of everyone.Compared with what Riddle had just eaten, this meal was not less rich.

Thinly sliced ​​bacon, apple pie poured with honey, roasted suckling pig and turkey, etc., filled the table to the brim.

Why, doesn't he deserve such treatment?

Riddle slandered dissatisfied.

Ethelred seemed to be the head of the family, and smiled and waved: "Okay, let's start eating and enjoy this wonderful night."

Fiona shook off the napkin, picked up the spoon, and just scooped up a spoonful of creamy corn soup before putting it into her mouth, Cordelia on the opposite side gave Gedian a bite to feed her.

"Stay away from me, beast that betrays the Lord!"

She roared, and then, she raised her bound arms and swept across the table frantically, knocking over the cups, plates and dishes in front of her, and the table suddenly became a mess.

Ethelred's smile froze, like a dynamic wizard portrait frozen into a Muggle photo.

Fiona looked at the crazy Cordelia calmly, her tone was calm, "Mother doesn't like that position? Gedian, change mother's position."

Gedian rubbed his hands in fear, "Miss Fiona..."

"Ok?"

Gedian took a breath, and skillfully pulled Cordelia out and pushed her to the ground, letting her lie on the ground in a kneeling position with her chest on the ground, and then splashed the dish of stew she had knocked over in front of her. the ground.

"Please... please dine, ma'am." It said tremblingly.

Cordelia struggled to stand up, but because her hands and feet were locked and she couldn't use her strength, she could only roll on the ground in vain. She was as embarrassed as a kicked dog—or too ugly to be sympathetic to. dog.

Fiona put the spoonful of creamy corn soup firmly into her mouth and said, "Gedian, don't leave mother hungry."

Gedian looked at Fiona, then at Cordelia who was cursing hoarsely, its expression gradually changed from apprehension to excitement.

It seemed to have seen the master's downcast cunning slave, and said in a humble tone that concealed schadenfreude: "Madam, don't be angry, come and eat."

As he spoke, it grabbed Cordelia's hair, pressed her head, and pressed her mouth into the rotten stew on the ground.

Amidst Cordelia's inarticulate whimpers, Fiona methodically ate her creamy corn soup bite by bite.

Her expression was neither happy nor resentful, as calm as if she never ordered the house-elf to do humiliating atrocities, but really ordered it to serve her mother well.

Riddle looked at Fiona like this from a close distance, and felt an inexplicable trembling sensation climbing up his spine, which made his mouth and tongue a little numb.

He couldn't help but licked his lower lip, staring at the girl in front of him with scorching eyes, his heart beating a little faster.

At this time, Ethelred, who had been staring blankly at Cordelia in the main seat, dropped the knife and fork in his hand, trembling all over his head, and groaned in pain.

Fiona looked up at him, a flash of emotion in her eyes.

She breathed out in a low voice with an unreadable voice: "At this time, can you not bear it..."

While she was talking to herself, Ethelred stood up abruptly, slipped his wand out of his sleeve, and pointed at her with trembling hands.

"Back then..." His eyes shot out hatred, and he said inarticulately, "Back then, I shouldn't have brought you back——Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light rushed towards her, and Riddle subconsciously wanted to push Fiona, but his hand reached out but found nothing.

Green light passed through his insubstantial figure. Knowing that nothing would happen to Fiona, he hurriedly turned around to check, and saw that the green light did not land on the spot.