[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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It was the first time for Riddle to see such a complex and vivid expression on her face.

After a long time, she seemed to have finally figured it out, pursed her lips, and said suddenly: "Stretch out your hand."

Riddle didn't understand her intention, but his hand stretched out before reason.Then he felt Fiona take his hand lightly, like a kitten on its paw.

He didn't hear Yardley's daring grumble over there: "Is this the master training the dog?"

All his attention was on Fiona's upturned smile at him.

It was a smile as soft as the down of a newborn bird.

"It's a real consent, Mr. Riddle," she said briskly. "And now we're lovers."

The heart tightly clenched by an invisible hand finally took a breath, and the tyrannical air that was about to explode seemed to be loosened and gradually dissipated.

Riddle eased his expression, and was about to speak a few hypocritical words to save face, when the class bell rang suddenly and rang throughout the castle.

The two looked at each other.

"We're late." Fiona stated the fact.

Riddle pulled her fingers, inserted them into his fingers one by one, and said casually: "We can rush to the classroom after class."

Yardley and Avery, less leisurely than the two of them, sprinted past them in a hurry.

Yardley turned his head and shouted as he ran, "Don't go, both of you, I'll ask for leave for you!"

Avery laughed.

43. Raiders No.40 Three-step Truth, Mudblood

Rumors are birds that don't need wings.

The morning class was just over, and the news that Riddle had a girlfriend filled the long tables of the four colleges together with the aroma of grilled steak.

Many people turned their heads frequently, tiptoed vigorously, and pointed at the freshly baked couple. Many whispers gathered together and became a hum that could not be ignored.

"It's her..."

"...Slytherin has this person?"

"...It's not quite right..."

"I heard Foley say that Riddle likes men, and that girl is just a shield..."

"Don't be kidding, if he really likes men, half of the men will say 'I can', need a shield?"

"...Does half of the boys include you?"

But they didn't discuss too much, because the "Daily Prophet" published the sad news of Shafiq's family, so that the cold and tired face on Fiona's face turned into grief for her parents.

Based on the requirements of universal morality, most people restrained their gossip no matter how much criticism they had in their hearts, and politely expressed sympathy for this girl who had suffered a huge blow.

Fiona was poking at a muffin on the plate with her fork.

Is her poor appetite due to physical reasons, or has she also been affected psychologically by the humiliating way of eating?

Guessing in her heart, Riddle calmly changed the baked pumpkin in front of her to her hand.

The food on the plate changed suddenly, and Fiona didn't look up to look at him, she changed the spoon very naturally, took a spoonful silently, and took a small sip.

When leaving the table, Riddle was satisfied to see that most of the bowl of baked pumpkin had been eaten.

Before class in the afternoon, Dumbledore came to Fiona again and told her that Ethelred had woken up.

"He's not doing well," he said mildly.

This time Fiona was not accompanied by Riddle, she followed Dumbledore to the headmaster's office alone, and went to St. Mungo's through the fireplace.

This time, it was midnight.

Riddle sat waiting in the common room with a book spread out in front of him, glancing at it occasionally absently.His mood has been fluctuating for no reason, like a lake before a storm, waves are brewing.

Tonight, it seems like something is going to happen.

A mysterious premonition secretly reminded him.

No matter what, as long as you don't reset his favorability to zero without giving him any time to react like that Christmas Eve.

He felt that his requirements for Fiona were really low. He used to want her to be a person, but now he doesn't care whether she is a person or not, so he just hopes that she can be reasonable.

"It's best not to take the upper limit that you haven't reached yourself as the lower limit to ask others, Mr. Riddle." The system said.

"Then don't use virtues that you don't possess to regulate other people's behavior, it's always a meddling system." Riddle retorted.

"Of course I don't regulate others, I only pick on you."

"Do I need to be flattered by this kindness?"

"I need you to thank Dade."

At this time, playing tricks with the system can pass the time.

Riddle thought idly.

The rubbing sound from the movement of the slate door was particularly ear-piercing in the empty lounge. Riddle turned his head and saw a small figure wrapped under a cloak slowly coming in from outside.

It seems that the worst is not coming.

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Riddle closed the book, got up and walked over.

"Fiona?" He held her hand skillfully, the tentacles were so cold that they were almost lifeless.

"Hmm." She responded softly.

Fiona looked up, and the hood slid down, revealing her pale face.

She looked at Riddle with a calm expression and tone, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Apart from this, do you think there are other possibilities?" Riddle said lightly.

He wasn't sure if something had happened at St. Mungo's, but trying to lighten the mood and cheer her up couldn't go wrong.

The corners of Fiona's mouth were slightly raised, and her smile appeared like water ripples for a while and then disappeared.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, of course the favorability is 85."

Riddle relaxed a little more.

He led Fiona towards the sofa and asked, "How is Mr. Shafik?"

Fiona didn't answer right away.

The water light outside the window swayed in the lounge through the glass, like a transparent butterfly passing lightly over her face.

"It's fine," she said flatly, "he's crazy."

Riddle: "..."

He thought about it calmly, and found that there was indeed no problem with the internal logic of these two sentences.

For a man whose house was destroyed, his wife died, his leg was broken, and his daughter was mentally controlled for many years, going crazy seemed like a good ending.

Riddle pulled Fiona to sit down on the sofa, kneading her fingers carefully, trying to warm her hands up.

"Did anything unpleasant happen?" He observed her expression.

Fiona let him fiddle with it, her eyes falling on their intimately overlapping hands.

"Have you seen Mrs. Lestrange again?"

"That's really unpleasant."

"Does Professor Dumbledore's cryptic temptation count?"

"I don't think there's anything more annoying than that."

Fiona raised her head, and the two looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding, they smiled together.

It's not a bad feeling to be on the same side as someone who says bad things about someone you hate.

Riddle thought happily.

The cold fingertips finally felt warm, Fiona withdrew her hand, "I'm going back to rest."

Riddle nodded, and sent her to the door just like last night.

"Good night," he said softly.

Fiona didn't go in right away, she gave Riddle a deep look.

The light spots of the lake swayed across her face again, and the butterfly turned into light from the water seemed to shake its wings slightly in her eyes.

"Tom," she said.

"At your service, Miss." Riddle said with a smile.

"Hug me."

Riddle froze.

He looked at Fiona, and she looked at him seriously and intently.Her tone was not an order, nor a request, but more like a confirmation or waiting.

There was no reason for rejection, let alone the thought of rejection, Riddle opened his arms, as if catching a round of moon floating down from the sky, and gently embedded her in his arms.

Fiona's face was buried in his chest, her hands first dropped by her side, then raised to wrap around his waist, hugging him two points tighter than his.

Obviously this hug was based on Fiona's request, but Riddle suddenly felt that he was the one who was satisfied.

The inexplicable longing that has been buried deep in the bottom of my dry heart for a long time, the complete soul hole that has not been filled after rebirth, the feeling of weightlessness that is always suspended in the air and cannot be stepped on the ground, seems to be soaked in the warm breath at the moment when the clothes are ironed on the heart , like a gaping moon finally returning to its full circle, it was replaced by an indescribable fullness.

Riddle stroked Fiona's hair from the top to the end with his hand, and heaved a heavy and slow breath.

But for a moment, the initiator took the lead in ending the hug.

Fiona broke away from Riddle's arm, took a step back, and smiled, "Good night."

Putting his still somewhat nostalgic hands into his pockets, Riddle smiled back without showing any emotion, "Good night."

After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared behind the curtain, Riddle slowly put away his smile.

Not right.

He stared thoughtfully at the lake outside the window.

Absolutely something happened tonight.

For Fiona, who doesn't like to fabricate lies, she has always answered questions clearly, but just now she threw back the question to change the subject, obviously hiding something really important.

And the hug just now couldn't have been just her whim.

Riddle felt a little bit of concealed displeasure.

He thought about it for a while, but he still didn't want to just go on in such a daze, so he decided to find out the matter clearly.

Without any delay, Riddle decisively cast the Disillusionment Charm and left the lounge, went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and opened the disappearing cabinet inside. After traveling to Gaunt's old house, he immediately apparated to St. Ge, found it