[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

, because in this silent cellar, not even a choking sound could be heard.

The hand that couldn't help but stretched out was pierced by the water droplets.

Riddle couldn't touch her.

After froze for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand, clenched tightly and hung by his side.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Gedian finally appeared in the cellar again.

"Miss Fiona, dinner is ready, and the hostess calls you to the dining room."

Fiona remained silent, seemingly unable to respond.

She put her head on the ground and took a quick breath for a while, barely propped up her body, slowly moved out of the cellar, and climbed up the stairs step by step with great difficulty, as if she had climbed over a mountain of knives. Finally entered the restaurant.

The dining room was more luxurious than the ones Riddle had seen in his memories. Ethelred on the main seat and Cordelia sitting on his right were already dining, and they didn't glance at Fiona's entry. .

Fiona silently crawled to Cordelia's seat and continued to kneel.

Gedian respectfully said: "Honorable hostess, where is Miss Fiona eating today?"

Cordelia ignored it.

Gedian didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Fiona knelt there for a while, until the two of them were almost finished eating, and Cordelia threw the half plate of food she had left in front of Fiona.

"Eat." She said maliciously.

Fiona didn't move.

Cordelia sneered and grabbed her hair, "What, you still have a temper?"

Fiona's face was exposed, her hair sticky with sweat, and her lower lip was bloody from biting.

This scene reminded Riddle of the picture he saw in the last flashback.

At that time, it was Cordelia who was chained and pinned to the ground.

He also thought that Fiona was quite good at humiliating people, but he didn't expect that compared to the humiliation she had suffered before, it was still considered preferential treatment.

Ethelred on the side finally couldn't see it, frowned and said, "Don't go too far."

Cordelia let go of her hand and pushed Fiona aside, and sneered at Ethelred, "Why, do you feel distressed?"

"I'm going to Brazil with the Black family in two days, so don't make it difficult for you to see people."

"Is it really for this?"

"Is that enough? My daughter, so what if I feel distressed!"

At this time, Cordelia and the elegant and dignified lady in the Black family seemed to be two people.

She said sharply: "Do you love your daughter or someone else? Her face doesn't look like you at all, she looks like her mother, she looks like a beautiful bitch, why don't you bring her back? The identity cannot be given away, but the bed can still be given to her."

The body shrank suddenly, as if annoyed by the vulgar words, Ethelred tore off the napkin and threw it on the table, shouting loudly: "You are becoming more and more unreasonable, what has passed you If you have to bring it up again and again, don’t you want to live a good life?”

"'Good day'? A good day for you, not for me!" Cordelia bent and grabbed Fiona's hair again, dragged her to her feet, and yelled, "Every day, as long as I see this face, the humiliation and disgust make me want to die! My 'good day' was completely ruined the day you brought her back six years ago!"

Ethelred said impatiently, "Who is to blame if you can't have a child yourself!"

As if stabbed by these words, Cordelia screamed and threw the dinner plate on the table at Ethelred, and Ethelred quickly dodged, the soup that smashed on the ground splashed on his trouser legs .

Ethelred stomped his feet in disgust, "Crazy woman, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore."

Seeing him get up and leave, Cordelia tried to chase after him, but almost tripped over by Fiona next to her.Her face was twisted into horror with anger, she grabbed the chain attached to Fiona's collar and walked out.

Fiona knelt for too long, couldn't keep up with her speed, and was dragged on the ground with her neck stuck, her face flushed purple from suffocation and pain.

Riddle followed in her trail, loosening and tightening the wand in his sleeve.

Cordelia dragged Fiona all the way to the kitchen before letting go. Fiona finally gasped before fainting, coughing violently and weakly, like a dying kitten whining.

Before Fiona recovered from the dizziness, Cordelia hung her from the meat hook in the kitchen, took the iron pokers from the fireplace, and hit her hard on the back.

Fiona snorted, her body curled up instinctively like a boiled shrimp, but her feet couldn't reach the ground, and the collar would strangle her neck, so she had to endure the pain and tense her body, barely touching the ground with her toes. Support your whole body weight on the ground.

Cordelia slapped the little girl vigorously, still swearing: "You bitch-born bitch! What did you do in Alphard's room today? You rolled up your sleeves and stretched them out in front of the boy, and Your lascivious mother is as shameless! She started seducing men at a young age! Sure enough, there is filth in her blood, which really corrupts the name Shafiq! Irma still wants Alphad to get engaged to you Ha, are you worthy? Even you, a bastard born from an affair with an unknown biological mother, is also worthy of tarnishing the pure blood of the Black family?"

Fiona, who had just endured it silently, suddenly raised her head, panting and smiling with a dirty look on her face.

"Mother, what are you jealous of? Is it because you sacrificed your marriage to breed the pure blood of the Shafik family, but in the end the husband you didn't love brought back a child that didn't belong to you. Or, this bastard you hate so much?" , actually have the opportunity to become the mistress of the Black family that you envy?"

Riddle almost wanted to cover Fiona's mouth.

Why would she deliberately provoke Cordelia in this situation?

Sure enough, Cordelia screamed strangely, "You—how dare you—"

She fell into complete madness, waving the tongs relentlessly, venting her unwillingness and hatred with every blow.

Mottled bloodstains gradually ooze from the bright yellow dress and white stockings. At the beginning, Fiona would occasionally grunt in pain, and then she seemed to lose consciousness, and her stretched feet were also soft, and would only fall on the poker. Shake it around.

She is like a daisy withered in the ruthless devastation, quietly withering in the muddy swamp.

Gradually submerged, slowly swallowed.

Riddle has seen many bloody scenes created by himself, and there are many more cruel than this, and the reality shows that Fiona will not die, so he should have watched this scene calmly.

But he turned around and glared viciously at Gedian, who was hiding behind the door, terrified.

The cowardly house-elf!

Powerless to change what happened in the past, he can only vent his anger like this.

Suddenly, the blunt sound of the poker slamming on the gun behind him stopped abruptly, and at the same time, all the cups, plates, tables, chairs and cabinets in the kitchen rattled with slight vibrations.

Riddle turned around and saw Cordelia took a few steps back in panic, while Fiona, who was hanging on the hook, floated up like a cloud, and blood trickled down from her cracked body like rain.

Her eyes were closed, her complexion was paler than the milk poured on the table, her dazzling blond hair seemed to be on fire, and slowly faded to light gray from the end of her hair.

Riddle understood, this was the scene of Fiona's magic riot.

He silently watched the last touch of golden hair disappear, and at that moment, the space where the kitchen was located seemed to be kneaded by a pair of invisible hands and twisted violently.

Amidst Cordelia's screams, the glass on the windows shattered like an explosion, the door panels of the cabinets broke, and the kitchen utensils inside were ejected, the chandelier shook violently, the candles toppled and went out, and the fireplace burned. All the wood that was stuck rolled out.

The kitchen was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, Cordelia's cry of fear suddenly turned into an extremely tragic short howl, followed by a strange and weird sound, humming, humming, gurgling, creepy.

After a while, a silvery-white light flashed in the kitchen, and Riddle saw a faint, vaguely outlined light cluster flying out of the window and disappearing.

The kitchen fell into utter silence.

After what seemed like a century, Gedian at the door finally snapped his fingers tremblingly.

The kitchen lights up.

Gedian made a gasping sound.

Fiona lay on the ground, submerged in a pool of blood.

Cordelia fell not far away, her head was incomprehensibly stuffed into the burning kettle that was originally hanging on the fireplace, and it was exuding a faint, nauseating smell of meat.

Darkness struck again, and Riddle closed his eyes.

42. Strategy No.40 Desire in the second step, own her

Yardley had a nightmare all night.

For a while, Fiona was holding Riddle's head with a strange smile and was mending, and for a while, Riddle was standing behind Fiona and holding her hand, and the two of them pointed their wands at him coldly and chanted the death curse .

—and he didn't understand why it felt like they both wanted his life.

Getting up drowsily amid the sound of the alarm, Yardley saw Riddle sitting on the opposite bed leaning against the head of the bed and slowly stroking his wand, and almost fell off the bed in fright.

Confirming that the tip of the stick was not aimed at his intentions, he tentatively asked: "You——broke up overnight?"

Why was he so happy that he almost hummed a ditty before going to bed last night, but when he opened his eyes, he had a gloomy expression on his face that would kill everyone.

The dark eyes swept over.I don't know if it's because the blue and black under the eyelids are too conspicuous on the pale skin, making