[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The ward where Ethelred is.

After waiting patiently for the therapist who examined Ethelred to leave, Riddle quietly opened the door and slipped in. He cast a Silencing Charm, Confusion Charm, and Ignoring Charm outside the door to prevent anyone from disturbing him.

The haggard and frail old man in the ward was falling asleep. Of course, Riddle would not have the slightest sympathy for him. He waved his wand, and the cold water was poured on his head.

He still had time to think about it, Fiona seemed to wake up Morfin Gunter in the same way, and now it was his turn to use the same method to wake up her father, could it be considered a kind of echo?

After waking up, Ethelred immediately looked around nervously. He wanted to get up, but his broken legs made him twist in vain on the hospital bed.

He murmured to himself, "The devil...she's not here...where is she...she's looking at me..."

It seems really crazy.

Riddle canceled the invisibility spell, stood beside his bed, looked down at him, and asked coldly, "Who is the devil?"

Ethelred was frightened, and lifted the quilt over his head and got in. Riddle tore the quilt away impatiently, threw him directly to the ground, stepped on his head and asked again.

Ethelred, in pain and fear, cried like a child, "I was wrong... let me go..."

Riddle took the opportunity to use Legilimency on him at this time, but all the flashes in his mad mind were useless images, nothing about tonight.

Are you going to return without success?

He frowned thoughtfully.

If it had been Fiona, what would she have done after learning her father had gone mad?

She had kept Ethelred's life for--

With a flash of inspiration, Riddle leaned closer to Ethelred who was wriggling like a maggot, stared closely at his cloudy eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Who is Fiona's mother?"

This sentence is like thunder.

Ethelred's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils vibrated violently.

He screamed frantically: "I was wrong...I shouldn't have brought her back...It's retribution...It's all retribution..."

At the same time, a series of images emerged from Ethelred's mind, and were transmitted to Riddle's eyes through the connected vision of the two.

Ethelred, who was nearly forty, said with a smile to the young members of the Ministry of Magic: "I heard that your second child was born, congratulations."

The next second he appeared in St. Mungo's, and the therapist in front of him told him tactfully: "...It's probably not your wife's reason..."

Immediately afterwards, he was walking down the Muggle streets in despair, when suddenly, a cry of a child caught his attention.

He turned his head and saw a couple walking out of a house with their child in their arms. A woman next to him said gratefully, "Thank you for your generous donation. God will bless your child with good health and happiness..."

This is Wu's Orphanage?

Riddle shook his head at the familiar house.

A well-dressed young couple is shown smiling and nodding.

Ethelred's eyes widened.

He saw the baby in the swaddle turn his head uncomfortably, and the over-wrapped quilt seemed to be straightened and loosened by invisible hands.

This is a magical little wizard.

Ethelred followed the carriage mysteriously, and when he entered a sparsely populated alley, he made up his mind to do it.

The horse pulling the cart was entangled in its hooves by the conjured snake, and kicked in shock. The groom rolled down and was kicked unconscious by the horse, and there were screams and babies crying in the carriage.

He covered his face, jumped into the car and cast a Sleeping Curse on the couple who were protecting the child tightly, then grabbed the child and apparated away.

He strode into Shafiq House and said to an incredulous Cordelia, "This is my daughter, her name is—"

He glanced at the name embroidered on the quilt of the eye bag, "Fiona."

The screen stopped abruptly.

Riddle unconsciously let go of the foot on Ethelred's face, and took two steps back.

How can it be!

He was so shocked he could barely hold his wand.

How could... How could Fiona be...

"Mudblood?" A soft and soft voice sounded out of nowhere, repeating his blurted soliloquy.

Riddle turned his head sharply.

Fiona who didn't know when she appeared smiled and stood at the door of the ward. Beside her, the house elf with one ear missing glared at him with hatred.

"Mudblood," she repeated the word clearly and slowly as she walked in, "Tom, are you talking about me?"

Looking at Fiona who was gradually walking towards him, Riddle's voice tightened a little, and he said in a hoarse voice, "No, I'm just... a little surprised."

Fiona stopped in front of him, stared at him for two seconds, and laughed, "Really? But your face is so ugly."

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch his cheek.

Mudblood...

Riddle subconsciously turned his head.

Pale and thin fingers paused on the side of his face.

Oops!

Riddle quickly squeezed out a smile, grabbed her hand, and covered it up: "Forgive me for being helpless, all this happened to you, it's too heavy...I don't know how to comfort you."

Fiona looked at him and sighed softly.

"Tom, do you know? I'm all too familiar with this kind of disgusting, pretending love, and hypocritical obedience."

he knows.

This is how Cordelia treats her.

Riddle felt the hand in his palm pulling outward bit by bit.

"As I said, Tom, don't lie to me."

Fiona's expression seemed to show anguish grief for a moment, but then returned to calm indifference.

"I trusted you," she said.

The heart seemed to shrink a little.

Taking a step forward, Riddle wanted to say something, but he knew very well in his heart that he had once again stepped into a desperate situation that could not be turned back, and it was useless to say anything now.

He couldn't help asking irritably, "Since you trust me, why did you trick me into coming here?"

She really doesn't behave like a human being!

Who would want to set up a trap for his lover when he is so tender?

"Why?" Fiona tilted her head and thought for a while, then laughed at herself, "Because I don't believe in myself."

"I don't believe that someone will love me." She stared at Riddle, "I don't believe that I can fall in love with someone else."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 100, and the current favorability is minus 15. Negative values ​​will not be counted. The favorability will return to zero and the mission will fail."

The system pronounces the sentence without emotion.

Riddle's eyes went dark, and in the next second, he felt the breeze blowing his hair, and a soft and cool hand held his palm.

He settled down.

Under the moonlight, Fiona was looking up at him, her eyes flickering.

"Don't lie to me," she said slowly and solemnly.

"Scumbag!" the system said.

44. Strategy No.40 Forget about four steps, quit

If the objective conditions didn't allow it, Riddle would definitely let the system see what the real scumbag would do at this time.

It's just that at this moment, the situation is urgent and dangerous. It is more difficult to perfectly hide the mood that he has not had time to sort out in front of a humanoid self-propelled Veritaserum than to hide every one of his Horcruxes so as not to be damned by Bo special discovery.

But even if it was difficult to reach the sky, considering that this was already the penultimate chance, and if he didn't handle it well, he might hear "Don't lie to me" for the third time, Riddle still acted decisively based on his survival instinct. .

Holding the hand slightly harder, he pulled Fiona into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Fiona froze for a moment, neither resisting nor pandering.

Riddle's chin rested on the top of her head, her face against his chest.

Hiding his expression and slowing down his breathing, he hugged her silently, convincing himself over and over again like a brave man giving himself a psychological construction before he dies generously.

Fiona was the target of his mission, the target of the attack, the executioner with a sharp blade, the blade lay beside his neck, as long as her hand shook, he would die.

So, don't say she's a Mudblood, even if she's a half-giant like Hagrid's stupid big man—no, it should be a half-goblin with her build—he's going to take her as Salazar Slytherin Treat me the same way.

Anyway, I have long made up my mind to do whatever it takes to complete the task, shameless, and abandon my self-esteem, so why bother to lower the bottom line a little bit.

Besides, the theory of blood is just a tool he polished to achieve his ruling purpose. In his eyes, the world is just livestock that can be used as slaves. Muggles, mudbloods, half-bloods, and pure-bloods are just the ranks he assigns to slaves. Rank - Fiona is not a slave to him, so naturally he shouldn't demand her by blood.

Perhaps it was because she was a Mudblood that it just proved that truly great people are born different.

The two families he was endowed with his own blood refused to accept the existence of. He was born and raised in a Muggle orphanage that was incompatible.

—but they all end up being the ones who dominate others.

This seems to be enough to show that the shackles can only restrain the mediocre, and their bloodlines and experiences are only to achieve their extraordinary.

"Your heart seems to be beating a little faster," Fiona whispered.

"Maybe it's because you're listening." Riddle softened his voice.

Before he was reborn, during the time at Hogwarts, she knew his identity and blood, and saw clearly all his despicable behaviors such as disguise, lies, bullying, murder, and blame, but she still recognized him. Why can't he accept the Tom Marvolo Riddle whose only name is real? Except for blood, everything else is perfectly in line with his preferences.