[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Arrangements, but - the meager maternal love that he thought he never had.

Amid the ear-piercing sound of the chair rubbing against the ground, Riddle stood up abruptly, and strode around the Room of Requirement in a circle.

Fiona sat on the chair, quietly looking at Riddle, who looked like a clean freak who stepped on shit.

"Have you ever fantasized about your own mother?" Riddle asked over his shoulder.

The sudden question made Fiona slightly astonished, but she didn't resist much. After thinking for a while, she said, "It's not so much a fantasy, I'm more of an analysis of her. Based on the information I have, try my best to deduce her. Identity and experience. If what you are asking is that I have not fantasized about her character and getting along with her, I have sought a gentle and kind mother for myself as my spiritual sustenance—no.”

Her tone was calm, with a kind of indifference that stripped away the emotions that normal people should have.

Riddle was a little puzzled by this, "Then why are you looking for her?"

This time Fiona was silent for a moment before answering: "I just want to make sure that my father killed her."

Riddle nodded secretly, if Fiona's mother's identity would bring trouble to the Shafik family, or if she was entangled endlessly and Mrs. Shafik forced her to ask, it would indeed be possible.

"Forgive my offense—why didn't you ask Mr. Shafik directly?" Riddle finally asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time.

Fiona looked at Riddle.

The long silence made Riddle feel a little regretful. He was worried that this was indeed Fiona's pain point. Just as he was trying to change the subject, she spoke slowly.

"If the answer I get is bad, I should kill him. But I don't want to kill him." Fiona caught Riddle's subtle expression changes and tilted her head to look at him. "Are you surprised?"

Riddle really couldn't understand, "You didn't kill Mr. Shafiq, is it because you still have a father-daughter relationship with him?"

He didn't feel, and he didn't want to believe, that Fiona was still a soft and tender person.

Fiona smiled, and when she smiled, Riddle's heart was startled.

He belatedly realized that he seemed to be asking too many out-of-bounds questions.

Fortunately, Fiona seemed to be in a good mood and didn't get angry. She just smiled and said, "I'll answer yours after you answer my doubts."

Riddle nodded.His mood calmed down a little during the conversation with Fiona, and he picked up the previously interrupted thoughts.

Speaking of Wu's Orphanage, due to its integrity, it was entirely dependent on sympathetic rich wives and famous factory owners. At the time when there were poor people everywhere, the property that could be obtained through social donations was pitifully thin .

In the beginning, Riddle was actually taken care of fairly well.

According to Mrs. Cole who drank too much, he was born more beautiful than ordinary children, and he didn't like to cry, so he was very cute.The only milk powder and milk in the orphanage is for him to drink first, so that he can be fat and healthy.

It's just that as the abnormalities around him gradually increased, such as the blanket that was obviously put aside but had already covered him when he turned his head, or the light bulb that always flickered when he was crying, those who took care of him My heart gradually beat a drum.

At this time, his likable reluctance to cry at the beginning has also become evidence that he is different from ordinary people.

Since there was no clear evidence, the orphanage did not drive him out or hand him over to the church, but with taboos in his heart, his attitude towards him turned into indifference and disgust.

The children in the orphanage noticed this, and they, who were used to fighting for resources, immediately besieged him.

The bread to eat, the clothes to wear, the books and toys donated by the visitors, everything that belongs to him will be taken away.

But this behavior only lasted for a short time. After maggots appeared in the bread they snatched, the buttons of the clothes fell off, and the books and toys were all damaged when they were placed next to their skin, they understood that the adults ignored him. Out of hate, but out of fear.

At that time, Riddle couldn't even speak a complete sentence, and he didn't understand the meaning of the expressions they showed him, but the instinct of human survival did not need to be taught. When he found a certain emotion in other people's eyes, he would Live better, then in order to live better, he will naturally take the initiative to deepen this emotion.

Fear is a means of survival that has been rooted in his blood and bone marrow since he was conscious.

Hiding clues and pretending to be innocent are also the ways he uses to get rid of crimes as easily as eating and drinking.

After that, Dumbledore's appearance brought surprise and hope to Riddle's boring life day after day, and at the same time, it also gave him his first setback.

He discovers that his specialness is only for ordinary people. In another world, everyone has the little tricks he uses to intimidate others and is better than him, and he will lose his long-standing dominant position there.

Will he be lost in the new world?

Is he going to be the target of bullying again?

When Dumbledore coldly demanded that he return what "didn't belong" to him, and warned that he would know if he had done so, a fire burned inside him that was more ferocious than a wardrobe.

Dumbledore was stronger than him and had a higher status than him, so he had to give in to Dumbledore's threats.

Then if he is stronger than Dumbledore, if he can stand on top of everyone, then is it someone else's turn to bow to him?

At that time, there will be no things in the world that "do not belong" to him, and everything he wants will eventually belong to him.

Thinking of this, a sarcastic smile flashed across Riddle's face.

Dumbledore should be said to be an important factor affecting his life.

Although even without Dumbledore, his nature would not be content to be ordinary, but at the beginning, he did think more about how to rebel against Dumbledore, take revenge and prove himself.

Until the end, he never put "Savior" in his eyes, and he always thought about how to defeat Dumbledore.

Just in the process of his desperate desire to become stronger and surpass Dumbledore, he knew the Horcrux——

Wait!

Couldn't even the Horcrux be a coincidence?

Riddle stared blankly, and asked the system: "You asked me before, do you want to know what other things Fiona did, horcruxes?"

The system sighed melancholy, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to ask this question? Do you know how uncomfortable it is to hold a secret in your heart? You know the answer—yes, it's exactly what you think. "

Riddle controlled himself not to raise his head, showing a ferocious expression, and roared in his heart with a little collapse: "Why? Why does she insist on staring at me? How did I offend her?"

"Calm down, Mr. Riddle, think carefully about who you haven't offended."

"..."

Riddle took a deep, deep breath, just wanting to blow out the burning fire of anger in his heart with as much air as possible.

However, it failed, and now he only thinks about burning the whole world and this room to ashes!

Bored, Fiona was sprawled on the table with her chin resting on her arm, looking at him curiously as she tilted her head among the shaggy gray hair.

"It seems that every time you fall into deep thought, your mood fluctuates greatly."

Who is to blame!

Riddle smiled and said: "The past is always particularly tugging at the heartstrings."

Fiona was thoughtful, "It seems that you don't have no wind, your wind is all in your memory?"

"..."

Riddle looked at her for a while, then slowly nodded, "Maybe... you can say that."

His life, after discovering the existence of Horcruxes, has reached a huge turning point.

From the moment he made the first Horcrux, his mind lost control.

To describe it in Fiona's terms, he has severed the connection with the past, and the flame that symbolizes his life lacks fuel for burning.

Horcruxes did not change his character, but weakened his reason, tact, acuity and prudence, and magnified all his desires, obsessions, hatred and fears.

Especially in Albania, after enduring ten years of day and night torture in the form of a remnant soul, his mind was indeed twisted and deformed, and he fell into madness.

The "wind" that could affect him was completely still.He is no longer chasing desire, but is dominated by desire.

He became a puppet.

Riddle looked a little bored, and pulled out Lilith in his sleeve, the "puppeteer behind the scenes" who was playing with the tail of a poisonous snake like a straw rope.

She manipulated him.

37. Raiders No.30 Seven steps for you, do you want it?

"Two butterbeers."

"Mine is red currant rum."

Yardley glanced at Riddle, then changed his words to the waiter at the Two Broomsticks, "That butterbeer, a red currant rum, and a plate of whelk fries."

The waiter said while writing in the notebook: "You are free to order what you want, but a reminder, if you add red currants to the rum, it is still rum. We are not responsible for sending people back to school when they are drunk."

Yardley couldn't help but glance at Riddle again.

The two of them were sitting in the corner of the bar. Riddle leaned sideways on the soft sofa covered in purple velvet. lazy.

He seemed to have never heard the words of the reception, and he exuded an aura of "don't come and talk to me until the world is destroyed" all over his body.

Yardley had to say to the waiter, "Thanks, my friend would probably prefer a rum without currants."

"Anything is fine as long as you remember to pay."

After the waiter left, Yardley watched