[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

A person with the strongest desire to survive. "

Then why not give him a copy of the Horcrux making method?

"However, if you want to say that you particularly like it, I haven't met it yet."

After all, the vision is not so bad.

"If you encounter it, it should not be a good thing."

"Huh?" Riddle questioned.

Fiona smiled slightly, "Love it so much, I might be tempted to blow it out."

Riddle: "..."

The last ray of purple has completely sunk below the horizon, and a full moon quietly rises from the other side.

The cool evening wind blew by, bringing a slight chill, but a thin layer of sweat evaporated from Riddle's body. It seemed that the alcohol dissolved in the blood vessels was ignited by the moonlight, and the flame exploded from the heart, burning the brain. Gotta boil.

Riddle had the urge to laugh out loud.

The elation, satisfaction, and joy of a sudden realization are more out of control than hard liquor.

But he just gave Fiona a deep look, smiled and nodded.

Fiona didn't know what kind of ups and downs Riddle had experienced in just a short moment, she didn't say anything, and walked towards the Shafiq mansion in front of her.

Riddle raised his wand and shone the light, and followed her, watching her take out her wand, and said to the hole in the wall: "The birdcage is flying."

In the next second, a golden light flew out from the broken wall and fell straight into Fiona's hands.

It was a familiar golden birdcage, a beautiful bird with lake blue feathers stood in the cage, as quiet as an exquisite ornament.

It was Lu Chevre that Riddle had given to Fiona before.

Riddle watched her stretch out her hand and scratched the little bird's neck, and blurted out, "You came here to make sure it's still alive?"

"One of the purposes," Fiona said, "is also to mourn."

She handed the birdcage to Riddle for him to hold, and walked up to the ruins on the other side, bending over to rummage among the rubble.

"Just like I don't want to kill the Shafiq couple, although I don't like this house, it's full of unpleasant memories, but I don't want to lose it either."

She picked up a half-burnt picture frame and blew on it.

Riddle moved closer to the fluorescent light on the wand, and saw that the picture was a photo of the Shafik family and the Lestrange family. The burned upper part made all the adults in the back row lose their upper bodies. Young Fiona and Yardley in the front stare at the camera.

Fiona looked at it quietly for a while, held her wand against the photo, and cast Blazing Blaze.

The photograph curled up and burned to ashes.

"Sure enough, what can't be grasped is something that can't be grasped." Fiona sighed and twirled the ashes in her hand little by little in the wind.

However, before the soot was blown away by the wind, Riddle also waved his wand.

Dots of fine black dust re-condensed under the moonlight like a video played backwards, and the hazy white light flickered at the gap, and slowly recovered into a complete photo in his palm.

Riddle took Fiona's hand and put the photo in her.

He looked at her with a smile, his voice low and gentle.

"If you can't catch it, I will help you snatch it back."

"What you want, I will give you."

From birth, Riddle has only learned to loot.

Now, for the first time, he wanted to find something from his barren soul and give it to the girl in front of him.

Fiona looked down at the photo, then up at Riddle.

His complexion was pale, but at this time there was a strange blush on his face, and the shadow of the moon was reflected in a pair of thick black pupils, flowing with contradictory sharpness and softness.

half an hour.

She slowly held back his slightly hot palm.

"Don't lie to me, Tom," she said softly.

"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 83."

"Congratulations, Mr. Riddle, the favorability score has exceeded 80, and the achievement has been triggered—heartbeat."

39. Raiders No.30 Nine Steps Nauseous, I’m Going to Vomit

Heart pounding.

Palpitate with excitement.

Riddle pondered over these words over and over again.

Fiona liked him before his rebirth.

Fiona now likes him too.

Compared with finally breaking through in favorability, the joy brought by these two events seemed to have a stronger impact. Riddle was immersed in the bliss of walking on the clouds.

It turned out that Fiona had done so much to him because she liked him.

Riddle thought helplessly and tolerantly.

This can understand her behavior, who made her such a weird and awkward character who is not good at expressing?

Until now, all the grudges, unwillingness and resentment Riddle had towards Fiona have been washed away in the tide of satisfaction, and he even felt that she was ignorant when she raised her head and said seriously, "Don't lie to me". The astringent look is pitiful and cute.

System: "...I really didn't want to pour cold water on you, but your smug look is really disgusting. Why are you so sure that the mission target once liked you? Isn't it just that you have no Evidence conjecture?"

"You want to say that she never liked me at all?"

"Yes."

Riddle smiled contemptuously at the system's lies, "You think I'll believe you?"

System: "...you are happy."

Of course Riddle was happy.

He was in a good mood to accompany Fiona to blow the wind on the ruins for a while, and then went to St. Mungo with her to visit Etheled Shafik, who had lost two legs and was still in a coma. Mrs. Lestrange in the ward.

The woman in luxurious clothes still maintains an elegant demeanor, but her haggard face and slightly mottled makeup reveal her pain.

The one who was seriously injured was her own brother, and the one who died was her cousin and sister-in-law, and the method of death was still affected by the Muggle war, which made it difficult for her to accept this cruel and funny reality.

Seeing Fiona, Mrs. Lestrange pulled herself together, and was about to take her hand to comfort her with concern, but suddenly found that the corners of her eyes were not red, and she looked calmer than the therapist who was seeing her. Suddenly became furious.

"Are you not sad at all after such a tragic accident happened to your parents? How can there be such a cruel child like you? I can't believe that your surname is Shafiq, and the cub who raises a wild dog is better than you." You have a conscience! Shouldn't you be the one who died?" Mrs. Lestrange cursed viciously.

A hand slashed sideways and knocked off Mrs. Lestrange's fingers that were gripping Fiona's wrist.

Riddle pulled Fiona behind him, displeased, but polite.

"Mrs. Lestrange, please calm down and don't disturb Mr. Shafik's rest." He said gently.

Mrs. Lestrange naturally recognized Riddle, who had been a frequent visitor to her house for the past two years, and had a good impression of him, so she couldn't help but slow down her tone.

"Tom, it's you, why are you here?"

Just as Riddle was about to speak, Fiona chuckled behind him.

"Ma'am, what are you afraid of?"

The muscles at the corners of the mouth twitched slightly, and Mrs. Lestrange's face turned pale, "You, what do you mean?"

"I thought—" Fiona raised the corners of her lips a little bit, her voice was soft, and her brows and eyes showed a bit of innocence in the tiredness, "You are afraid."

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Lestrange snapped.

Fiona ignored her reaction, "It's such a misfortune, how did this happen to them? Could it be—" she lowered her voice and whispered, "—retribution?"

Bang!

The chair fell to the ground.

Mrs. Lestrange stood up abruptly, her lips trembling with fear, unable to utter a complete sentence, she could only open her eyes wide and looked at the girl in front of her with a slight smile who was looking at her with disgust.

Fiona bowed calmly, "Since father hasn't woken up yet, I'm going to see mother—it's a pity that I didn't see her for the last time, but I still have a lot to say to her. Goodbye, Man Aunt Dora. Oh, please let me know the date of the funeral, don't worry, I will attend."

Fiona and Riddle emerged from the hospital room just before Mrs. Lestrange nearly fainted in her brother's hospital bed.

The two walked side by side in the corridor for a while, Fiona turned to look at Riddle, "Why are you laughing?"

Riddle raised his hand to cover his lips, "Did I laugh?"

"Laughed."

"Well," Riddle put down his hand and said calmly, "Maybe it's because you——are so cute."

Fiona stopped and said seriously, "We're in St. Mungo's, should I call you an emergency?"

"...Thank you, no need." Riddle put away his smile.

As if hearing the word "emergency," a therapist who was hurrying by turned his head to look at them, and when his eyes fell on Fiona, he stopped in his tracks.

"You are... Fiona, right? Fiona Shafik?" He hesitated.

Fiona looked at him and nodded, "I am Mr. Creech."

The therapist's eyes widened in surprise, "You remember me?"

Seeing Fiona nod again, he laughed, but after looking her up and down, his smile disappeared and his expression gradually became serious.

"Is your body okay?"

"very good."

Creech was clearly not convinced.

Riddle felt that anyone with long eyes would not think that Fiona was "good" when she saw Fiona's thin body and colorless face.

Could this person be Fiona's therapist who rescued her during the magic riot?He guessed.

"You..." Kerich wanted to say something, but a head protruded from the front ward and interrupted him.

"Mr. Creech, come quickly, the patient is vomiting blood again!"

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