[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Lin's, Tom, how about you? "

"Slytherin, without a doubt." Riddle smiled and met him with an understanding look, but he was impatient in his heart.

This guy is still like this, he can never find the point when he speaks, his two sons are much more sensible than him.

Riddle had to bring the topic back, "If the Fiona you said is really weird, then maybe she went to Ravenclaw? It's easier to have strange things there."

This is not a mean slur, but a fact based on proportion.

Yardley was amused twice, and thought for a while, "It was actually fine when I was young, but I was a little introverted and didn't like to talk to people. At that time, my uncle, Ethelred, and Aunt Cordelia would often take me with me. When she comes to my house to play, she will secretly ask me to take her to the study to read books, all of which are messy books that I can’t name. Or play with my mother’s pet cat all day—the cat is Old, skinny and hair-shedding, she was still holding it in her arms and whispering to it, not knowing what to say."

Riddle pretended to be disappointed, "That's it? I thought I would hear something interesting." A tone of "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Yardley immediately refused to admit defeat: "I haven't finished yet. When she was six years old, she suddenly had a magical riot and was sent to St. Mungo's first aid for three days before she woke up-Aunt Cordelia was not as good as her." Luckily, she was in a coma for half a month. According to my mother, her face was soaked in the boiling kettle, almost like a medium-rare steak—oh, it’s disgusting.”

Riddle's eyes twinkled.

He didn't show a nauseous expression like Yardley, but calmly took a sip of iced lemon black tea, and licked his molars in the cloying sweetness.

"Sounds cool," he said casually.

Riddle's calm attitude made Yardley feel a little embarrassed. In order to win back face, he had to say more things to try to make this new friend change his face.

"Although it's not uncommon for underage wizards to have their family members affected by magic power riots, my aunt made a big fuss as soon as she woke up, saying that Fiona was going to be sent to Azkaban, and that she was not accidentally injured. , but—" Yardley said, deliberately lowering his voice, darkly, "Fiona wants to kill her!"

wonderful.

Riddle applauded softly in his heart.

But there was still some hesitation on the face, "How is this possible? They are mother and daughter. How could a daughter want to kill her mother?"

--of course.Hatred is more indestructible than blood.

Yardley opened his mouth to say something, paused, and said vaguely: "Aunt Cordelia has a strict personality, and although she usually loves Fiona, if Fiona can't meet her requirements, she will Get angry and punish. But as you said, no matter how much Fiona hates her, she can't possibly want to kill her. My uncle also said that she was too stimulated and she was out of her mind, so she was talking nonsense."

After finishing speaking, he added warningly, "This is our family's privacy. I only tell you because I have a good relationship with you. You must not spread it."

Riddle knew that Yardley had more important things to say, but that obviously touched their family reputation, so it was not good to inquire about it casually.

He wanted to use Legilimency, but he couldn't use it.

He could only use the spells he had mastered at this stage, such as the Ignore Charm, which he had learned by himself before entering Hogwarts last time, and he could cast it now, while Legilimency would not be able to do so until the summer vacation of his second year. What the system says "unlock".

"The benefits given to you are enough, Mr. Riddle, don't try to take advantage of the whole world—unless you change your surname to Potter." Facing Riddle's dissatisfaction, the system said so.

Riddle: "..." For a moment, he didn't know which point to fight back.

Anyway, there is no reason to reason with the system—Riddle was shocked to find that he also had the day when he hoped that others would reason!Those Death Eaters whom he had Cruciatus and Avada knew might be moved to tears.

Resentment was useless, Riddle could only give up force and use his brain.

"You should thank me, Mr. Riddle, after all, you almost forgot that you still have this thing." The system commented.

Riddle ignored it.

"Family privacy?" Riddle sneered. "Without scandals and secrets, how can it be called 'family'? Don't put on that face, dear Yardley, I'm sorry for tonight's dessert." Anything is more interesting than this."

Yardley immediately put aside the regret and worry of violating his parents' instructions, and approached with interest, "What fun things do you know? Tom, share with me."

"What else can there be? It's nothing more than squibs, mixed races, elopements, cheating, illegitimate children, family property fights, sex—to be honest, is there anything new under the sun?" Riddle seemed bored, but he was actually paying close attention to Yad Li's expression, after capturing the slight change in his expression for a certain word, he smiled softly in his heart.

Oh - it looks like an illegitimate child.

He continued: "You want to hear this nonsense? I'd rather have you say something that actually fits the description 'freak', at least to make my afternoon from Mr. Ollivander's leave of absence a little bit of fun. .”

Yardley naturally didn't want himself to be a boring person in the eyes of his new friends. He completely forgot that he was reminding himself not to talk nonsense just now, and spoke according to Riddle's intention again.

"Well, to be honest, I can't tell you what's wrong. After that magic riot, the family didn't go out much. Aunt Cordelia's face was too badly injured, and she couldn't recover completely. It looked scary. .My uncle quit his job at the Ministry of Magic to take care of her at home—I hadn’t seen him be such a loving and patient person before. As for Fiona—”

Yardley's voice became lower unconsciously, "She has become more easy-going and smiling than before. When we went to visit their family, she would stand up and entertain us instead of my aunt who was hiding in the room. My uncle is right Her attitude is also a lot closer, and it seems that their family is more harmonious than before..."

"So? Where is she 'strange'?" Riddle impatiently flicked the glass with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"She—" Yardley swallowed, "Last year, I had a quarrel with my parents, and I ran out and had nowhere to go, so I wanted to go to my uncle's house for a night. He received me very warmly, I stayed there. In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I passed Fiona's room, I heard a soft humming sound inside, so I opened the door and wanted to ask her what else was worth doing so late Glad—I knew I should have knocked, but I'm used to being anywhere in my own house—opened the door, and I saw her sitting in an armchair, with her head bowed, mending something."

"What?" Riddle asked softly.

Yardley took a deep breath, with horror in his eyes, it seemed that the scene had caused him a serious psychological shadow.

He downed all the soda in one gulp, lowered his voice, and vented, "She's sewing the neck back to a house-elf who's been beheaded!"

Some families, Riddle knew, would chop off the heads of house-elves when they were too old to serve and hang them on the walls for decoration—this was the first of its kind with the Blacks.

He imagined the scene as Yardley had described it.

In the middle of the night, under the dim light, the ten-year-old girl was humming, holding the old and ugly house elf, wrinkled like dried orange peel, and happily mending the head and body that had been cut in two.

Perhaps she also looked up to see Yardley outside the door, and smiled.

Um--

Riddle had to admit that the tip of his index finger was also slightly numb.

He has always frightened others with bloody violence and made them fear him.And that Fiona seemed to have a terrifying evil spirit and weirdness.

Put it in a Muggle novel—no, even a wizard's fairy tale. It can be used to scare children who refuse to sleep, and then make them wake up crying in the middle of the night with nightmares.

"System, is Fiona Shafik mentally ill?" Riddle asked.

If this is the case, it's no wonder that her favorability is inexplicably deducted.

The system was surprised: "Mr. Riddle, how dare you judge whether someone has a mental problem?"

Riddle: "..." What is the punishment for swearing now?

System: "You can try."

Riddle took a deep breath.

Yardley misunderstood his reaction, finally cheered up a little, and said excitedly: "You think it's scary too?"

He was so scared that he had a nightmare for a month, okay?Until now he dared not go to their house again.

Riddle nodded with a smile, "Indeed, it's a freak."

Riddle stayed in Ollivander's wand shop until the last day of school.

It was an evening when heavy rain was approaching, and the bleak afterglow was struggling to resist the darkness that invaded the entire sky.Riddle lit up the small lamp in the shop, and just as he was about to cover the lampshade back, the shop door was pushed open.

The cold wind that squeezed in from outside the door blew out the candle with a "huh". Riddle looked up and saw that the lingering embers in the sky were also extinguished, and the whole world was wrapped in black flannelette, which made people feel dull. Want to take a big breath.

A thin figure stood at the door, as if it was just a silhouette of a piece of paper, which would be swept away by the wind at any time, and the long hair could be seen flying in all directions in a blur.

"Hello," the thin voice trailed faintly, and gently floated into Riddle's ears, "Excuse me, are you still open?"

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