[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

It landed on the dinner plate in front of her.

The dinner plate shattered, and the soup splashed everywhere, half of it splashed on Fiona's head and face, and the broken porcelain scraped against the back of her hand on the table, creating a deep bone-deep wound.

Blood spurted out, and she bit her lower lip forbearance, without uttering a cry of pain.

"Miss Fiona!" Gedian shouted in panic, but did not take any action to stop Ethelred.

Fiona exhaled, but didn't wipe the dripping juice from her hair, her eyes locked on Ethelred, she raised her voice, and said word by word: "I order, fall asleep immediately!"

As soon as the voice with strange magic power fell, Ethelred, who was halfway through the second killing spell, fell down, and his head hit the ground with a "bang".

There was no carpet in the dining room, and there was a pool of blood slowly spreading from the back of Ethelred's head.

A strange flush appeared on Fiona's cheeks, she clutched her chest, gasped violently, then tilted her head and began to vomit blood.

Cordelia, who lay on the ground and witnessed this scene, wailed sharply.

"Devil! Madman! You killed your father! You will go to hell!"

Fiona coughed and laughed, "I... look forward to it."

32. Raiders No.30 Two-step surprise, there is a gift in return

Until returning to the orphanage, sitting on that hardwood chair, Riddle's thoughts were still immersed in the memories just now.

It wasn't because of the shock - in the tragic scenes he had seen, that kind of playful fighting was tantamount to playing games for him, and it didn't rank at all.

There was no sympathy for Fiona either—not to mention that there was no such human emotion in his body, and, in his view, sympathy was a kind of charity from the strong, and only the weak needed sympathy.

He didn't think Fiona was weak.

He was just thinking about a few questions.

First, in the facts that have happened, is Ethelred dead?

Originally, because of Cordelia's words, he thought Fiona had killed Ethelred, but from memory, she seemed to just let him fall asleep.But when Ethelred fell to the ground, it seemed that he hit the back of the head hard, and there was a lot of bleeding. Could this have caused a manslaughter?

Second, although Fiona did not show any violent emotions, judging from her cruel behavior towards Cordelia, combined with Yardley's words, she must have suffered excessive treatment.So what is her attitude towards Cordelia now?

She said that she has no hatred or anger, so she has no killing intent, so what is her purpose of locking Cordelia at home now?Appreciate her ugliness?torture?revenge?

After thinking about it, Riddle always felt that these reasons were not in line with Fiona's behavior style.

Third, in the memory, Ethelred broke free from Fiona's control because he was stimulated. How was his sudden sobriety affected today?

fourth--

Riddle stroked the hair on his forehead with his hands, and couldn't help but let out a cold sigh.

He had taught Fiona to keep her trump card before, but he didn't expect that she really had a trump card to show.Thinking about it now, no wonder her reaction was so subtle.

Judging from the scene in the memory, her control ability can not only induce people to obey unconsciously, but also force people to obey through orders.

It's just that the latter seems to have a backlash on her body.

Thinking of this, Riddle couldn't help but wonder, is this really her trump card?Could there be more to her, something that wasn't revealed?

Just as he was having a crazy brain storm around a series of questions, there was a light knocking sound on the window in front of him.

Riddle snapped back to his senses, the lights in the room were not turned on, and he used fluorescent flashes to look out the window on guard, only to find an owl standing outside the window impatiently pecking at the glass with its beak.Next to its paw, there is a small box.

Owls in the wizarding world have an innate talent for magic. They don’t need to fill in the recipient’s address. They only need to know the person’s name, and they can automatically determine the recipient’s identity and location based on the owner’s social relationship.

None of the wizards, not even the trainers who tamed owls, could figure out how this ability worked, but magical creatures have their own wonderful and unique natural abilities-such as the Ruchefort that Riddle gave to Fiona.

So the wizards only need to accept it and don't need to study it.

Of course, if you don’t want to be tracked by owls or disturbed by irrelevant letters, wizards can also use spells such as expulsion spells, camouflage spells, or concealment spells to hide their location, or only accept owls from certain contacts.

Like Riddle as the Dark Lord.

But he can't use these spells yet, so it's normal for the owl to find him.

It's just that it's almost early morning, who would send him something at this time?

Christmas presents for Yardley and the few people on good terms with the school had arrived yesterday morning—he wasn't interested in unwrapping them yet, and planned to wait until the day before school started to see what they were all about.

As soon as he thought about it, a smile appeared on Riddle's face.

He got up and opened the window, weighed the small box that was not heavy, and casually put the black bread that the orphanage gave him but he didn't eat in front of the owl.

The owl looked at the black bread quite humanely, then waved its wings in distaste, and swept the black bread off the window sill, then shook the thin snow on its body, screamed, flapped its wings and flew up, turning into white A fading black spot in the snow curtain.

Riddle: "..."

There is no need to prove it, just by looking at the owl's beating temper, one can tell who its owner is.

Riddle lowered his head and looked at the small box in his hand under the green light.

The wrapping paper was pure black, without any patterns. It was more like an obituary letter than a Christmas gift, rather than plain.A small piece of paper was hung from the white silk rope, on which his name was written obliquely in slender and beautiful Italian script.

Tom M. Riddle.

Riddle stared at the line of names.

He didn't like the name Tom since he was a child, "Tom, Dick and Harry", and he didn't want to be an ordinary person who disappeared from the crowd since he was born.

When he later found out that his Muggle father was also named Tom Riddle, he hated this Muggle-like name even more, and immediately thought of a replacement alias.

And when he knew that the "savior" who caused him serious damage was named Harry, even though he had deliberately forgotten his real name for a long time at that time, he was disgusted by this coincidence that seemed to vaguely indicate a sense of fate.

But now, looking at the M between Tom and Riddle, he suddenly had another idea.

He probably shouldn't have changed his name.

If he is great enough, even the name Tom will change from referring to a mediocre person to a symbol of legend-this kind of subversion is what he should pursue.

"It's unbelievable," the system said in amazement, "you finally realized that you changed your name, just like a Muggle star who changed his stage name to Angela, which is hilariously silly--of course, it doesn't mean that your new goal is not as stupid as Angela. It means sane and sober."

Riddle's Occlumency has not yet been unlocked, but he has perfectly cultivated the System Trash Talk Isolation Technique, and he opened the gift box in his palm with a smile.

His curiosity about the gift that Fiona sent over overnight completely overwhelmed his discomfort at being squeezed out by the system.

Inside the box is a glass bottle filled with liquid.

The bottle is as simple and ordinary as the packaging box, and under the light green light, the liquid in the bottle cannot see its original color.

The suspicion rooted in the bone marrow made Riddle hesitate for a second, but after thinking about it, he felt that Fiona should have no reason to poison himself—if she wanted to kill herself for witnessing a family scandal, she could directly Let's do it.

It would not be possible to get up halfway through sleep, after thinking about it, it would be better to poison him.

Riddle shook his head, and pulled out the cork on the glass bottle.

He didn't need to get close to smell it, the smell that came out allowed him to immediately identify what the liquid inside was.

Potion of healing.

He subconsciously touched his right earlobe.

The tiny wound had scabbed over a long time ago, and it didn't hurt to pinch it. The injury was about the same as a finger being cut by a page.

This is what she sent over in the middle of the night?

Is this a Christmas present?

Riddle was speechless for a long time, and finally raised his head and drank the potion in the bottle in one gulp.

The taste of the potion is of course not very good. It looks like a water-like liquid, but it rolls out sticky feeling in the mouth. It is sour, bitter and spicy, mixed with each other but distinct from each other. It is indescribably difficult to swallow.

But the effect was immediate, and the last marks on the earlobe disappeared.

Riddle clicked his tongue, threw the bottle back into the box, and then stuffed it under the pillow casually. Finally, he looked at the snow falling outside the window and closed his eyes to sleep.

Behind another snowy window, Fiona was wearing a white nightgown and dressing gown, sitting under a lamp, holding a small piece of cloth with her head bowed and threading a needle.

Her movements are slow but delicate, and the stitches are barely visible at the edges.

There was a knock on the door, and she said without raising her head, "Come in."

Gedian pushed open the door, walked over to her, and grinned happily when he saw what she was holding.

"Miss Fiona, is this a dress for Gedian?" His protruding bulbous eyes sparkled.

House elves can't wear clothes. When the owner gives them clothes, it means that they are expelled from the house. No house elf is willing to bear this torture.

But if the original tea towel