[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

coming! Creech responded loudly, and then said to Fiona quickly, "If you feel uncomfortable or feel that something is wrong, you must come to St. Mungo to find me, and I will make another one for you." examine. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fiona's reply, he trotted into the ward in a hurry.

What do you mean?

Riddle looked at Fiona, she was still so indifferent, she didn't seem to listen to Creech's words, and continued to walk forward according to the previous pace.

Walking to the morgue, Fiona stretched out her hand to push the door, Riddle caught a glimpse of something, held her hand, pushed up the sleeve a little bit, and saw that there was a hole on her pale and thin wrist. Circled obvious red and swollen fingerprints.

Riddle's fingertips scratched lightly on the protruding wrist bone, and Fiona, who hadn't shown any abnormality, curled her fingers into her palm and broke free from his empty grip with a little force.

The two looked at each other briefly.

Riddle took her hand again, lowered his head and waved his wand, "Heal quickly."

The red marks on the wrists gradually disappeared.

Fiona lost her mind at this scene, and suddenly smiled.

"Do you know why Mrs. Lestrange was so frightened just now?"

"why?"

Riddle asked casually as he tucked the wand back into his clothes, but the hand he was holding did not loosen, but changed an angle and clasped her palm.

He fell in love with the cool temperature and soft touch, a small ball, just enough to fill his palm.

Even a certain corner of the body seems to be able to feel the heavy filling.

"Because my mother used this spell the most on me."

After Fiona finished speaking, she opened the door and walked into the cold morgue.

She walked step by step to the hospital bed covered with white cloth, and uncovered the white cloth outlining the outline of the human body. An ugly and broken bluish-white corpse lay on the bed like a hideous wax figure.

Her expression remained unchanged, quietly watching the distorted face, as if she was lost in thought of memories.

What is she thinking?

Riddle often wants to use Legilimency on Fiona.

The reason why all the actions were not implemented was that on the one hand, Fiona was good at controlling people's minds and might be resistant to Legilimency. On the other hand, he felt that this behavior might be judged as "attack" mission target".

He wanted to attack her, this was the goal he had to accomplish.

He wants to know her, this is his increasingly burning desire.

After a long time, Fiona finally got out of her thoughts.

She bent down and whispered to the corpse, "We have a common goal, mother. We will meet again."

Hearing this sentence, Riddle felt a little uncomfortable.

The "common destination" that Fiona mentioned is not the direction he will go, but the road that leads to eternal life.

Maybe... when that time came, he could invite Fiona to go with him.

……

The two returned to Hogwarts late at night.

Riddle sent Fiona to the curtain outside the female dormitory, and said softly, "Good night, Fiona."

Fiona nodded. "Good night, Tom."

She lifted the curtain, paused again when she was about to go in, and turned back.

Riddle looked at her with a smile, expecting something sweet from her.

Fiona stretched out her index finger and poked the corner of Riddle's upturned mouth.

"Take it away, it's been a night, it's a bit stupid."

Riddle: "..." I almost thought it was the system talking.

When she withdrew her hand, Fiona seemed to think of something, put her fingers to the tip of her nose and sniffed.

"Rum?" She tilted her head to confirm.

Riddle was taken aback by her gesture.

However, Fiona had no ambiguous intentions at all. After confirming, she turned around without hesitation, and her back quickly disappeared behind the curtain.

Scratching the place on his lower lip where Fiona had just touched with his thumb, Riddle smiled and walked briskly back to his bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Yardley was sitting on the chair next to the coffee table, nodding his head and dozing off.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he jumped up in an instant. Before he could focus on the person who came in, he would shoot out like a cannonball if he had been holding it all night.

"Where did you go? I heard you left with Fiona, why did you get together? What happened that required you to leave the castle? Why did you come back so late? What is the relationship between you two?"

After he finished asking the last word, Riddle also closed the door of the bathroom, and the sound of shower water could be heard from inside.

Yardley: "..."

He moved the chair to the door of the bathroom and sat upright. He vowed not to give up until he got a clear answer tonight.

And Riddle in the bathroom, standing under the shower head and being washed by the water, finally remembered something.

"Has the retracement point been updated?" The retracement point was updated when it broke through [-], and it should be updated when it breaks through [-].

The system is silent.

Riddle called the system a few more times, but he still didn't get an answer. He didn't know what was wrong with the system, so he could only wash his hands first.

When he came out of the bathroom, he kicked the chair blocking the door aside, and Yardley was caught off guard and almost fell off the chair.

After stabilizing his figure in a thrilling manner, Yardley chased after Riddle, and asked unrelentingly: "Are you still a brother? I've been waiting all night, and Fiona is also my first cousin, at least give me an answer." Explain!"

Riddle sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his hair with a towel. When Yardley reminded him, he gave him a critical look, thinking that it would be too embarrassing to be related to this fool in the future.

"It's nothing," he showed a false sympathy, "your uncle and aunt passed away unfortunately, please condolences."

Yardley jumped to his feet at the news. "What? Why?"

"Air strike." Riddle briefly explained what happened, and Yardley was still dumbfounded after hearing this.

He couldn't accept that what he had read as a joke in the newspaper actually happened to his relatives.

After digesting for a while, Yardley realized a little, "So, why did you go to St. Mungo's with Fiona?"

According to the closeness of the relationship, the blood is far and near, so why should he be accompanied by his cousin?

Riddle didn't answer but instead asked, "Is the fact that Fiona and I left together spread all over the school?"

"Leaving together hand in hand." Yardley corrected with great attention to detail.

After thinking about it for a while, Riddle recalled the step Fiona took to approach, and couldn't help but smile.

"As you can imagine," he said briskly, "we're—lovers."

Yardley was silly again.

"Lian, lover?" He muttered to himself, "No... believe me... I really don't think so..."

Not caring about how entangled and desperate his roommate was, Riddle lay on the bed with a smile, and fell asleep with a good mood.

midnight.

"Ding."

Riddle woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and sat up.

"Scene updated, rewind point overridden."

"Ding. Trigger the CG animation: Twisted Executioner. Would you like to watch it?"

Riddle: "..."

He calmed down his heart that was about to jump out of his chest, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

System: "Sorry, disgusting, forgot."

40, Raiders No.40 step, come home

This is a tall and long and wide living room, the four walls are covered with olive green wallpaper with colorful patterns, the plain weave tapestries are hung with brightly colored oil paintings, and the plush wool carpet under your feet is so soft Like melted butter.

Riddle quickly recognized it.

His gaze swept to the other end of the room, where there was a tapestry covering the entire wall, on which was embroidered with glittering gold thread a family tree that looked like ancient tree branches, densely packed with leaves and insects that seemed to be eaten by moths. The scorched black holes made people feel dizzy at first glance.

At the top of the tapestry, a line of large characters shines with ancient and heavy brilliance.

—Noble and oldest of the Black family ever pure.

Riddle hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly.

He walked slowly to the center of the living room, where there were some velvet sofas and armchairs, and two women and three children were sitting there, talking happily.

"... I wonder if we will have the chance to go to Brazil together this year, Cordelia, has Ethelred told you about his annual vacation arrangements?"

The speaker, whom Riddle had met, was Irma Black.She was all smiles, with the well-behaved Alphard in her arms, and the absent-minded Walburga sitting next to her.

The woman sitting across from her was older, and her appearance was not considered beautiful, but with her exquisite makeup and elegant clothing, she also looked unique.

Her sitting posture is very graceful, she smiles lightly, and her tone is gentle and gentle.

"Dear Irma, you also know that although men always say that women's minds are fickle, they are like children, who will have an idea after a while. Ethelred also said before that he would go to Egypt to see the pyramids. Two days later, he said he wanted to go fishing in the sea of ​​love in Greece."

She shook her head slightly, her round pearls flickering under her earlobe, "I bet this was some weird thought that came up between the two of them in the office chatting, your husband has a way of making my husband a childish troublemaker ghost."

Is this Cordelia Shafik?

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and took a closer look at her.

Different from the ugly image that Fiona kept shouting hysterically in her memory, this dignified woman in front of her was not only not crazy, but also very well-bred in terms of conversation and demeanor, and even had a few