[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Knowing Riddle's expression, he stretched his head forward, lowered his voice and asked tentatively: "You -- what happened to you?"

Obviously, until he entered the bar, he was still talking and laughing freely, but when he sat down, he seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and suddenly he seemed to be sitting opposite a dementor.

Riddle didn't even lift his eyelids, "It's okay, just leave me alone."

Yardley: "..."

Then don't pull him over!

On a rare weekend, he still had a date!

Seeing sex and forgetting friends is obviously not enough brotherhood, and at this age, not enough brothers are obviously more spurned than not enough boyfriends.Yardley suppressed his discontent and forced a soft smile.

"Don't worry, I'm a tight-lipped person. If you have any troubles, you can tell me. I'll see if I can help you solve it. Even if I can't help you, talking about it can make you feel more relaxed."

Riddle finally looked up.

He glanced at Yardley, who looked expectant, and moved his lips slightly: "Shh—"

Yardley: "..."

Angrily, he stuffed half a glass of the butterbeer brought by the waiter.

Riddle ignored Yardley's depressed mood.

Not to mention Yardley, even if Hogwarts disappeared flatly in front of him now, there would be no fluctuations in his heart--if I really want to say it, I still faintly want to laugh.

The first kill was no accident.

Discovering how to make a Horcrux was no accident.

The key inflection points that affected his life all came from someone's deliberate arrangement. Even if Riddle's mind was as firm as steel, he would inevitably melt and deform under such evil fire, and become discouraged.

Conquering the world is boring, and destroying the world is more interesting.

Perhaps the main reason was that he couldn't kill the hateful perpetrator to vent his anger, so he could only find a corner to digest the anger and depression that was about to sink.

Riddle is also considered to have excellent self-control, or in other words, his survival instinct is quite strong, supporting him to be able to get along with Fiona for a few days in such a state of mind as if nothing had happened.

If his reason hadn't been on the verge of collapse under the repeated emotional wash, he wouldn't have used Yardley as an excuse to escape for a short while.

He laughed sarcastically inwardly.

How embarrassing, the self-proclaimed great Dark Lord can only hide in this small corner, like a dog that has been kicked, not even daring to growl, licking the wound in a dispirited manner.

The system spoke to comfort at the right time: "Think about the good, didn't you just meet me?"

Riddle: "..."

Thinking of the existence of the system, the resentment in my heart instantly expanded several times.

"You still can't learn to be grateful, Mr. Riddle. You know, there are many people who end their lives in regret. They don't have the opportunity to do it again like you—ah, no, seven times." System Sigh, "I really don't know the blessing in the blessing."

Riddle sneered: "Do you want such a blessing for you?"

System: "You can't ask for it."

Riddle raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

The system did not respond.

When it wanted to speak, Riddle couldn't stop it.Likewise, when it doesn't want to talk, it can disappear as if it never appeared.

Riddle picked up his glass even more unhappily, drank it down, and found Yardley looking at him with wide-eyed surprise and admiration.

He took a step to realize that the glass was pure rum, not red currant rum.

The spicy wine that he drank in one gulp burned his mouthpiece, and the reborn Riddle hadn't had much alcohol before, so he couldn't help feeling a little choking in his throat.

He held back, rolled his tongue and licked his palate, clicked his tongue, and threw the wine glass back on the table.

Yardley bit the french fries and looked at Riddle, who was shrouded in low air pressure. Although his talkative nature was ready to move, he didn't dare to speak up to provoke him.

Whether the gentle and good temper shown by his "good brother" is really the case, he doesn't want to prove it for himself at all.

Watching the person opposite order another glass of wine, Yardley looked out the window idly.

Hogsmeade on the weekend was even more lively than Diagon Alley before school started, and students coming and going in groups of three or five on the road, he sighed melancholy.

I don't know if Crianna will be angry with him for breaking the appointment.

At this time, he noticed the person coming out of the bookstore across the street, and immediately turned his head excitedly and said, "By the way, you know, the year we entered school, Alphard happened to have a younger brother. He held a birthday party for his third birthday."

Riddle caught sight of Alphard walking outside alone with a book in his arms, and gave an inexplicable "huh".

Yardley completely ignored Riddle's dangerous aura at this time, and shared gossip enthusiastically: "I heard that Alphard fell ill the night before, and it was so serious that he was sent to St. Mungo's. I didn't expect the birthday party to be held as usual the next day. gone."

This is a very subtle signal, and anyone with a keen sense of smell can detect the hidden information released by this behavior.

Riddle smirked.

The Black family did not publicize Alphard's physical condition to the public, but he heard about it from Olaine later.

Alphard was born with a severe heart defect. Fortunately, he was born in the magic world, and the potion stabilized his condition. Unfortunately, even the potion could not completely cure this congenital disease.

Black's family has a lot of money. He originally thought that he could rely on potions to maintain normal activities for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, as he got older, the burden on his body gradually increased, and the effectiveness of potions began to weaken.

It should be this attack that made St. Mungo's therapist make a clear diagnosis-he will not live to be 20 years old.

The Black family has always attached great importance to the inheritance of the family. Naturally, they will not bet all their chips on a dangerous egg. Seeing that the eldest son's body really cannot be saved, they immediately shifted the focus of training to the healthy second son. body.

Alphard was dropped.

Riddle felt relieved.

Sure enough, seeing the misfortune of a person who hinders the eyes can make people feel extremely happy.

After spending the afternoon in the bar, the slightly drunk Riddle felt a little more relaxed, and returned to Hogwarts Castle with Yardley.

As soon as he stepped into the common room, he caught a glimpse of Tiffany who was arguing with Crianna, blushing.

Crianna saw Yardley entering the door, glared at him angrily, and scratched Tiffany's eyes viciously, turned around and lifted the curtain of the female dormitory doorway, and threw it heavily behind her.

Yardley looked at Riddle complainingly, Riddle ignored his seemingly distressed and flaunting frivolous behavior, glanced around the lounge, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tiffany is here, where is Fiona?

Speaking of it, she is indeed not as keen on promoting and watching superficial entanglements and quarrels among classmates as she was when she first entered Hogwarts.

That's why she started to play tricks on him frequently?

Riddle consciously understood Fiona's psychology.

After all, among a bunch of boring kids, who else could arouse her interest except him?

Thinking of this, he felt a little more comfortable.

At this time Tiffany also saw Riddle, quickly fiddled with her hair, gave him a sweet smile, and walked over.

"Hi, Tom. Huh? Have you been drinking? Actually, I want to say, you don't have to be too shy. If you come to ask me out, I can go to Hogsmeade with you for a drink."

Riddle said gently but indifferently: "If one day I can't find a partner, I will consider it."

Hector Foley, Tiffany's father, has stepped down from the position of Minister of Magic. Although the surname Foley still has some status in the magic world, people in the academy no longer have to worry about her father and put up with her showing off And stupid, give her a good look.

In contrast, Riddle's attitude remained perfectly polite and distant from the beginning to the end, which made some people who looked at him secretly think more highly of him.

Tiffany blushed and wanted to say something, but Riddle interrupted her, "It's almost dinner time, maybe you can go to the auditorium with your roommates for dinner."

"She was just called away by the principal, and I thought we could go together..." Tiffany muttered.

The principal called her?

Riddle was a little surprised.

what will happen?

The alcohol fermented in his body, and he felt dizzy. Riddle hesitated for a moment between going back to the dormitory to lie down and going to Fiona to find out what happened. Finally, he found a reason and left the lounge, facing the principal. Go to the office.

When he climbed to the fifth floor, he happened to meet Fiona who was going down and Dumbledore who was with her.

"Professor Dumbledore." Riddle nodded in greeting.

Dumbledore nodded to him hastily, then turned to speak softly to Fiona.

"Don't worry, kid, everything will be fine..."

Walking beside the tall Dumbledore, Fiona could only reach his waist, and the quilt made her thinner and thinner. Her delicate body was like a branch with all its leaves, and her gray hair was piled fluffy on her shoulders, wrapped in it His face was as gray and pale as his hair.

Her gaze swept over Riddle's face lightly, as if she saw a stranger, without any superfluous, tacit and secret hints as before, her eyes were as empty as a windless lake.

What faintly leaked out from underneath was a shockingly lifeless aura.

When Riddle was slightly taken aback, they had already passed each other on the stairs.

He didn't know if the alcohol had paralyzed his nerves, but his body chased after him before thinking.

"Fiona," he walked to them in two or three steps, passed Dumbledore to look at Fiona with an indifferent face, and asked softly, "can you tell me what happened?"