[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Some quickly lowered their heads to read their newspapers, while others approached Riddle.

Phil Crown Avery hooked Yardley's shoulder with one hand, looked at Riddle, "What happened?"

Avery is a tall, thin, long-faced boy with white eyes and a somewhat sinister look.He was a year older than Riddle, and besides Yardley, he was the closest to Tom so far.

Riddle handed him the newspaper and motioned for Yardley to explain.

Yardley didn't feel that he had been assigned at all. He clicked on the middle section of the newspaper to communicate with Avery. The young masters of the two pure-blood families were at a loss, and they didn't discuss for a long time.

Only then did Riddle wipe the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and said slowly: "Just treat the bomb as an Avada Kedavra curse that can attack multiple targets within a range at the same time. Oh, the caster can shoot from a height of thousands of feet. It is released up and down, and people on the ground cannot judge the landing point, so it is difficult to avoid it."

Both Yardley and Avery gasped in surprise at the metaphor.

Yardley stuttered, frightened and suspicious, "Muggles are so powerful?"

Riddle chuckled.

There was no obvious mockery in his smile, but the light look in his eyes still made Yardley consciously say something stupid, and shrank his head back guiltily.

"No matter how sharp the knife is, if it is held by a baby, you don't have to worry about it cutting off your fingers." Riddle said lightly.

Yardley gave a half-comprehensive "Oh," and Avery laughed, "That sounds interesting."

There were many people at the table, and Riddle didn't want to say more, so he changed the subject.

"Are there any good Quidditch players in this year's freshmen? Malfoy is gone, and the batsman's position is vacant."

Riddle joined the Quidditch team in the second grade. It has nothing to do with preferences. It’s just that there is a customary concept in the school. No matter how good a person studies, if he is not a Quidditch player, he is just a bookworm. Not really great.

Of course, it is impossible for him to let the label of "nerd" be slapped on him, and although he is not interested in this team sport at all, seeing that he can easily lead the team to defeat other colleges with only half his strength is an advantage. Sensation is enough to turn boring into interesting in another sense.

Especially when someone says something like "It wasn't Slytherin who won, it was Riddle who won".

But he still didn't intend to waste time on Quidditch. This year Abraxas was promoted to the seventh grade. In order to prepare for the NEWT exam and quit the team, the captain gave it to him without any suspense.When he wins another college championship this semester as the captain, he can find a reason to quit the team.

Take away the glory and reputation, leave regrets and legends, and have a perfect ending that cannot be criticized.

Of course, if he can lead Slytherin to six consecutive championships, it will leave an even more dazzling stroke in the history of Hogwarts school-but, there is no need.

If the energy he put in is not equal to the satisfaction he gets, then it's not worth it. His time is much more precious than the vain applause from the audience.

In fact, there is another hidden and decisive reason - Fiona has no interest in Quidditch either.

She didn't even come to his practice or game once.

After the afternoon class, Riddell led the players to train on the court.He didn't move much, just floated lazily on the side of the broom, directing the others to train.

Except for him, the team is basically all senior players, but no one has any objection to this.

He speaks with his strength on the court, and his strength convinced everyone when he joined the team.

Riddle sat high in the sky, not paying much attention to watching the players practice the newly formulated tactics, and glanced at the castle in the distance from the corner of his eye.Then, as if instinctively, before his consciousness could react, his line of sight had automatically moved back, focusing behind a window on the eighth floor of the castle.

There stood a vaguely thin figure. Looking from this distance, the face of that person was blurred, and the only thing that could indicate his identity was a touch of soot that was so light that it almost melted into the shadow.

Fiona?

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and after a little thought, he knew that she had just finished her elective divination class. The divination class room was on the eighth floor, and she might just be watching from the window.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that she saw him in the sky when she passed by, and stopped to watch him on purpose.

This possibility puts Riddle in a good mood.

The next second, he saw her move, and beside her, another person appeared.

The man's figure was also thin, but tall and tall did not belong to girls.

The corners of Riddle's mouth that had just been slightly curved were instantly flattened.

The concerned voice of the system sounded simultaneously, "It's windy, put on your school robe."

Riddle: ?

"I just feel that at this moment, the color of Slytherin's school uniform suits you very well," the system said sincerely.

35. Strategy No.30 Five-step death, or new life

Riddle thought for a second or two, then decisively changed the angle of the broom, went around to the other side of the castle, flew around the outer wall, and slowly approached the window where Fiona was.

He hovered the broom just below the window, raised one hand and tapped on the window twice, paused and waited for a moment, then raised the broom with a malicious expression.

Riddle's body appeared outside the window. When he met Fiona's eyes behind the window, he waved his hand and showed a narrow smile of "Are you scared?" However, when he "seemed" to find Fiona's Behind the standing person, the familiar and intimate smile froze for a moment, then immediately retracted.

He glanced at Fiona, who raised her eyebrows slightly, with a half-smile, and quickly shrugged her shoulders, expressing apology to Alphard, who had a surprised expression.

"It's terrible, I saw the wrong person." He smiled through the window, "I'm sorry, didn't I scare you?"

Alphard blinked his eyes lightly, and his eyes slid from Fiona's silent side face to Riddle's smiling face where he couldn't see any clues.

"It's all right," he shook his head, his slightly darker lips pursed slightly, which appeared a little harsh on his overly pale face, "excellent Quidditch skills."

"Unfortunately, it was a failed prank." As he said this, Riddle calmly waved his hand again without any embarrassment. "The sneaking time is over. I'm going back to continue training. Goodbye, both of you."

After finishing speaking, he supported the broom with one hand, made a smart turn, followed by a beautiful dive, like a dexterous black swift, galloping away vigorously and gracefully.

Turning his back, Riddle put away his smile.

"I seem to see a male peacock in courtship period showing off his power." The system defines his behavior.

Riddle perfunctory: "Hmm."

"But it's actually more like a puppy barking and running over to pee and try to claim sovereignty."

Riddle sneered, "Oh."

In the evenings, Riddle and Fiona taught Parseltongue in the Room of Requirement—the only way he could figure out to spend more time together and develop bonds at school.

He pretended to be concerned and asked: "It's too far away during the day, I only saw you and didn't see Alphard, didn't it make him suspicious?"

"What do you mean?" Fiona didn't look up.

She was staring intently at the little turquoise snake coiled around her palm—the Lilith that Riddle had brought with him when he entered school.Three years have passed, and under her careful feeding, it has grown in stature, and it can't stretch out even in her palm.

Riddle said "come down" in snake language, watched Lilith slowly climb down from Fiona's hand, and said, "I thought you didn't want others to know about our relationship."

"Huh? Alphard? He's okay...'come back'." Fiona asked Lilith to swim back to her palm in Parseltongue.

How can "he" be okay?

Riddle lowered his eyes, put his palm flat on Fiona's watch, and hissed softly, "Come here."

Lilith shook her head, and just as she was about to go over, Fiona said again, "Don't move."

Lilith froze there.

Fiona chuckled, stretched out her finger and scratched its jaw, "Little guy, you're angry."

Riddle looked down at Fiona.

She had grown a little in the past two years, just a little bit, no more than three inches—this was the result of him secretly getting a house-elf to feed her on a small stove.And he himself has grown by almost six or seven inches. She could reach his chin before, but now she can only look at his chest.

The face was still the size of a palm, and the facial features stretched a little bit, gradually shedding childishness and becoming more profound, which made her slightly dull appearance due to illness, faintly reveal a hint of dangerous beauty.

The pale and thin index finger rested on the green snake's mouth, and the bright red letter spit out grazed her fingertips. She was full of smiles, as if she was not worried at all whether the poisonous fangs would penetrate her skin in the next moment .

However, the strange thing is that she looked at this little snake very much, but she never took it home and kept it as a pet.

Riddle put his open palm on Fiona's hand, and flicked Lilith's head with his fingers unceremoniously, "You've got a bad temper, you're used to it."

Lilith was swayed by the bounce, her snake tail swayed, and got into Fiona's sleeve without showing her head.

Riddle was about to hook his finger in and pull it out, but was patted backhand by Fiona.

"Don't scare it." She glanced at him with a smile.

Riddle withdrew his hand and shrugged helplessly, "Look."

Fiona covered her sleeves and put down her hands, and suddenly returned to the topic just now, "Do you know what Alphard told me?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows, "Well