[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

His sharp gaze was somewhat sinister and murderous.

Yardley hopped off the bed like a cat that blew up.

"I'm going to be late, I'm going to wash up first!"

He scrambled to the bathroom.

Riddle lowered his eyes expressionlessly.

After receiving that memory in the middle of the night, he suddenly remembered an old story.

It was a cold winter and snowy night on his way around the world. He walked into a Muggle tavern in Russia at random, drinking comfortably and flipping through the black magic manuscripts he had just collected.

There were many drunken alcoholics chatting loudly and fighting for drinks. He thought it was noisy, so he used a soundproof spell.

Just when he was engrossed in watching, a figure suddenly rushed towards him. He vigilantly squeezed the magic wand in his arms, and turned his head warily to look, but it was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

I can't remember my appearance clearly, but I vaguely remember a sweet face, but it's a pity that it was covered with tears.

He quietly revoked the Soundproofing Charm, watching her kneel at his feet, begging him for help.

It turned out that just now her father was gambling with someone nearby and owed a large sum of money. He couldn't pay it back, but the malicious creditor asked him to pay with his pretty daughter.

Her father agreed.

Riddle looked over, and a few burly men were biting their cigarette butts and looking at him playfully, as if they wanted to see how this skinny young man would react—they didn't think he had the guts to provoke them.

He sneered inwardly.

If this girl falls into the hands of those men, her fate will definitely be miserable.And he just happened to have the ability to easily deal with those who were rude to him.

So, is he going to save her?

He got up and walked out of the tavern amidst the mocking laughter of the men and the desperate cries of the girl.

Then, with a wave of his wand, he blocked all the doors and windows, and lit the flames.

The blazing fire illuminated a corner of the night, and the numerous snowflakes melted and evaporated before they fell.

Riddle happily walked away on the snow amidst screaming for help, heading for the next destination.

——This is his solution, the best of both worlds.

In his heart, he could only hear the ravings of his own desires, but not the loud screams of others.

—he was convinced of it.

Riddle spread his palms and stared at his own.

Then why did he feel irritable and angry all night because he didn't catch the drop of water?

……

After washing up, Riddle walked out of the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the common room, he was keenly aware of many surreptitious looks.

It's not good to be a popular figure in the school. If there is any gossip, it will be known to everyone, and everyone is very interested in it.

He met those gazes calmly, and forced them to retreat one by one with a smile. Those people laughed and stopped staring at him.

A few people who usually come close, such as Avery, hooked Yardley's neck with a smirk, and dragged him aside to extract a confession.

Riddle glanced at the doorway at the entrance of the women's dormitory, not sure if Fiona had left, so he slowed down and waited for a while.He didn't wait for anyone for a long time, and just as he was about to walk out of the lounge, the curtain was lifted and Tiffany came out.

He stopped immediately and waited a while, but he didn't see Fiona who usually followed her.

Tiffany also saw Riddle.

Instead of leaning over to pester him with bright eyes like before, she glared at him angrily, looking very annoyed, snorted, knocked his arm away and walked away.

Riddle: "..."

What the hell is going on with Fiona?

He simply sat back on the sofa and waited until the people in the lounge had almost left before he finally saw Fiona's figure appear behind the curtain.

Her expression was the same as usual, her eyes were half drooped, and she looked listless, her small face was nestled in her gray hair, and there was a bit of tiredness on her dull face that she didn't know whether it was physical or emotional.

Without Tiffany's high-spirited walk as a cover, her thin sense of presence suddenly became clear.When the eyes fell on her, it felt as if she was deeply trapped in a fog.

The slightly moist feeling sticking to the skin, the faint chill penetrating into the breath, blurred, the more you can't see it clearly, but the more you want to see it clearly.

Riddle looked at her, suddenly feeling grateful from the bottom of his heart.

In such a harsh and deformed environment, she neither became cowardly and weak, becoming a waste, nor was she crazy, vicious, and bitter like Bella who was imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years—he had indeed I have admired the madness that wants to disrupt the world.

Fiona is so unique.

She is indifferent, sober, calm, and deep, wandering among the busiest crowd, walking in the darkest crevice, playing with other people's life trajectories, staying out of the way, and watching with cold eyes.

At the same time, she still miraculously maintains a little childishness that only belongs to children, and she also appreciates the small kindness of others towards her-the latter is obviously something he does not own and hates very much, but as a piece of Fior A fragment of Na, its existence is so just right.

The world is vulgar, boring, ugly, and has nothing to attract him.

Fiona is so interesting and unique, complex and pure.

Riddle unconsciously smiled a little.

He seems to have discovered a mandala blooming from the sinful and bloody swamp, and he, a beast that walks on the mud and is keen to trample people into the mud, suddenly has a little unbelievable tenderness , I want to transplant that flower into a garden with soft soil, give it plenty of light and rain, and cultivate it carefully.

Then, monopolize her.

Her beauty cannot be known to anyone except him.

Riddle stood up, waved at Fiona, and smiled softly as she looked over.

He finally heard clearly the hoarse clamor of mixed desires in his heart - he was so eager to have her.

Fiona glanced at the few people left in the waiting room, including Yardley, who was shrunk in embarrassment under Avery's embrace.

She seemed to have anticipated this scene, and walked up to him without any reaction.

"Class is about to start." She said lightly.

"That's what I want to say," Riddle looked down at her and asked softly, "Why did you come out so late?"

"It's late."

"Didn't sleep well?"

"A bit."

Seeing Riddle who was talking to Fiona like a spring rain, Yardley and Avery looked at each other with "Damn it" expressions.

Although Riddle has always acted as a "nice gentleman" to the outside world, several of his followers have seen him smile and step on the provocateur's fingers one by one, and restore them one by one. How could he still believe in his perfect mask?

Riddle was still concerned about the details: "Do you want to go back and rest? I will help you and the professor take a leave."

Fiona refused, "No, let's go."

Riddle didn't make a strong request either, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Avery, who was following far behind, looked incredible and mouthed to Yardley, "Did I hear you right? Her tone was an order, right? Tom actually obeyed her obediently?"

Yardley shook his head in despair, "Don't ask me, I don't know."

The conversation between the two before was still going on.

"What did you say to Foley?" Riddle wondered how Fiona had changed her attitude.

Is it an oath of sovereignty?He guessed complacently.

Fiona said casually: "When she came back last night, she was a little out of control, so I told her that your sexual orientation is gay."

"..." Riddle's smile froze.

Fiona shot him sideways, "What's wrong?"

Riddle took a breath, "I don't really like that statement."

"What do you like to say?"

"You can tell her about our relationship."

"Our relationship?" Fiona asked. "What relationship?"

"Lover relationship." Riddle said without thinking, as a matter of course.

"Lover—relationship?"

Fiona stopped abruptly, blinked her eyes very slowly, her expression gradually congealed into confusion.

"Are we lovers?" She asked again in surprise.

Riddle could no longer maintain his smile, and his voice couldn't help but increase, "Aren't we lovers?"

Yardley and Avery in the back opened their eyes wide, and the sleepy portraits in the corridor also quietly pricked up their ears, watching the debate between the young couple with great interest.

Fiona rarely showed a bewildered face, and she asked earnestly, "When did it happen?"

Riddle was about to die of rage.

He gritted his teeth: "Last night!"

Fiona fell silent.

There was silence in the corridor, and the atmosphere became weird.A kindly old man in the portrait pulls his hat down over his face so as not to embarrass the boy who seems to be wishful thinking with his smile.

After pondering for a long time, Fiona finally said suddenly: "So, those two sentences of yours are actually - are you confessing your love to me?"

Riddle said coldly, "I'm curious what you think it is."

"Swear."

"……what?"

"Similar to a knight's declaration of allegiance."

"I understand this!"

The tall and straight boy had an almost fierce expression, and the girl who was only as tall as his chest was completely shrouded in his shadow, thinking unaware of the danger.

Avery whispered to Yardley, "Why do I feel like Tom is underdog?"

Yardley nodded approvingly.

Fiona figured out one more thing, "So in your opinion, I agree?"

Riddle held back his anger and smirked, "Of course you have the right to disagree, Miss Shafik."

Fiona raised her head and stared at Riddle for a long time, with a subtle expression several times.