[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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"He said, you have a problem, and suggested that I stay away from you." Fiona raised her face and looked at Riddle with a smile. "What's interesting is that Gedian often said this to me."

Riddle was not surprised that Alphard could sense that there was a problem with him. He had not bypassed Walburga by forming a private association in Slytherin. He was not interested in Alphard, but Black's surname was still very important.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was sued by Alphard before he did anything to Alphard.

Sure enough, people who are an eyesore still have to find a chance to kill them early.

Anger suddenly rose in his heart, Riddle only slightly raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest: "Oh? What do you think?"

Riddle's cover-up was perfect, but Fiona still knew his nature and patched it in advance.

"You don't need to worry about him, he's very smart and won't meddle in your affairs." After saying this sentence with a hint of warning, the corner of her mouth curled up again, and she answered Riddle's question, "If you have no problem, I will To stay away from you."

Riddle, who was unhappy because of the first half of the sentence, was pleased by the second half of the sentence.

He pretended to ask, "What's my problem?"

Fiona did not continue the conversation in line with his joking tone, but stared at Riddle silently.

Her irises were pure blue without any impurities, but Riddle suddenly saw a gap in her eyes cracking silently, and the fore touch of consciousness was almost pulled into the bottomless abyss of darkness .

He blinked, suddenly awake.

He saw himself in her eyes.

The silent air was pulled tense by the interaction of the two people's eyes. They both seemed to realize that the next conversation would touch the undercurrent that had been hidden under the calm lake.

"Life—whether it is human beings or other creatures, has one thing in common, that is, it is constantly changing."

Fiona spoke softly, her soft voice would always give people the illusion of being weak and harmless, but her indifferent tone made Riddle unconsciously contract the muscles of his back, passively triggering Stress defense.

"I like to observe human beings. In my eyes, they are like flames dancing in the night. Everyone is a kindling material of different materials, so the shape and color of sparks when burning are also different. However, no matter what kind of flame "Once there is a slight change in the wind, the fire will be affected and changed. The wind is all the people and things they have experienced in their lives, and the fire is the various responses they made based on their nature-and this is where my fun lies. "

Having said that, Fiona paused briefly, and looked deeply into Riddle's eyes.

"You're different, Tom—you're a will-o'-the-wisp that blows itself out of a dead body. I don't see anything in your life to burn and affect you."

Riddle felt a pair of invisible, cold hands touch his face, trying to tear off the glued third mask, causing a slight, unpleasant pain.

Strangely, he was not annoyed by this offensive behavior, but raised a little inexplicable expectation.

Perhaps it was because such an experience was so novel—it was the first time someone tried to deconstruct his thoughts meticulously and deeply, and analyze his psychology from his words and deeds.

He loathed being defined—like Dumbledore, whose condescending, contemptuous attitude always easily offended him and made him cranky.

But he found that he didn't hate someone standing on an equal footing to understand him and interpret him.

So he nodded calmly and said softly: "Interesting, please continue."

"It is impossible for a flame to have no fuel to support combustion, and it will not change until it is extinguished. But all the wind blowing to you will be forced to stop. You refuse, or you seem to be fundamentally not Will be affected by any external objects. Your life has solidified into a ball of strangely shaped flames that don't move—it's so strange, I can't feel any breath of 'alive' from you."

Fiona wrinkled her nose, looking confused.It looks like a child who is slightly unhappy because he can't understand why the sun and moon appear alternately.

Riddle's expression remained unchanged, but his heart shook.

Fiona's words were illusory, but he understood what she wanted to express.

Fiona curled her lips and continued.

"Even if it is the force you are trying to form, even though you are impassioned about the grand ideal of 'let wizards walk in the sun openly and establish a new social order with absolute power', I don't feel that you are in it With a little enthusiasm. It's more like a task you set yourself than a goal. You make me feel that you don't 'want' to do it to achieve ambition or prove yourself, but because of some reason I don't understand reason, feeling that you 'should' do it."

"Tom, when I look at you, it sometimes feels like I'm looking at a portrait. Your mind is dead, and what's alive is just a memory trapped in a frame."

Thoughts lose their vitality and are like a wind-up toy train, which can only go round and round on the track of memory.

He will no longer have new, unknown paths to explore.

A terrifying chill hit Riddle's heart.

He subconsciously wanted to refute, but he realized in the sudden awakening feeling that what Fiona said was the fact that he had never faced directly.

He was reborn with a complete soul and a sound body.

But is it Tom Marvolo Riddle who dominates this body, or is it the angry and unwilling will that was frozen at the moment of Voldemort's death?

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This question was too sharp, and Riddle instinctively wanted to answer it without damaging his face and self-esteem.

But when he touched Fiona's plain expression without any jokes and sarcasm, which was completely out of the desire to explore, a sudden emotion that ran counter to his nature struck, driving him to suppress this habitual self-defense.

Riddle found it difficult to name this strange emotion for a while, so he found a reason for himself that could explain this abnormal behavior——

He can wear a false mask to deceive others, and mock the stupidity of the deceived contemptuously, but if behind the mask is a clown, and the fooled becomes himself, then he will also become a joke for Fiona to look on coldly.

He doesn't allow himself to be a joke.

Slowly exhaling the depression in his chest, Riddle forced himself to strip away all emotions that would affect his judgment, and for the first time truly reviewed his life with a scrutinizing gaze.

Merope died after giving birth to Wu's Orphanage. The administrators of the orphanage were either out of sympathy, or simply fulfilling the duties of the orphanage, or Merope's few words before his death made them have a small calculation in their hearts. Looking forward to his rich gentry father coming to pick him up, and maybe giving them some gifts as a token of appreciation.

Fortunately than many people, the Wu's Orphanage where he is located is really run for charity purposes-meaning that it does not inhumanely embezzle and abuse children like some orphanages do, or have ties with rich businessmen and politicians Dirty, dark dealings.

If they were to switch to a colder orphanage, in order to save the trouble of taking care of the newborn, they would most likely throw Merope into the snow to freeze to death after he died.

but--

Riddle paused at the beginning of his memory.

Is this really out of luck?

Riddle never believed in coincidences, especially after what happened to Fiona, he was even more certain that all the accidents that happened to him had internal reasons that made them inevitable.

And if you doubt this matter, you don't need to think deeply, and you can come to a very clear conclusion - Merope didn't bump into this orphanage like a headless chicken, she should be in London in advance. After scouting around various welfare institutions, he finally chose Wu Shi, who has a clean and upright style.

This conclusion is too reasonable, even if Riddle wants to overturn it, he can't find a more tenable reason.

And after he had to accept this fact, he could no longer regard Merope as a stupid fool with only vain love in his mind.

No matter how stupid a person is, he will be full of wisdom in the face of survival.

And after old Tom Riddle left, how did Merope live in Muggle society for nine months with his stomach upright by selling the ten Galleons of the Slytherin locket?

Riddle had no ability to empathize, and couldn't empathize with Merope's mood at the time. He just analyzed rationally. If Merope had really inquired about various places and finally chose Wu's, then the energy he put in during the process would not be enough. It is very likely that it was also one of the reasons for her postpartum death.

He didn't know whether Merope had expected her own death long ago, or whether she didn't plan to raise the child after giving birth, so she bothered to find a reliable place to raise the child, but no matter what the purpose was, it could be said that she was messed up The most logical and brightest plan in his life.

Thinking of this, Riddle no longer intends to go further on Merope.

But before his thoughts jumped to the next process, he was unwilling to arrange a sloppy beginning for this meticulous review, so he forced himself to face up to that vague thought again.

——Merope was not what he had sniffed at, she only had old Tom Riddle on her mind until she died, she also tried to use her poor brain for the sake of the child in her womb, trying to find a way out for him in a difficult situation.

He survived, not relying on Merlin's pity or fate