[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

OK Fiona?

"Papa papa." The system simulated the sound of clapping, "Wonderful, Mr. Riddle, it can be seen that you really want to live."

Riddle: "Shut up."

"I have a question."

"No answer."

"Since you feel that the target of the mission once had different feelings for you, why did she fall in love with you when you did nothing at that time, and now you have all kinds of clever tricks, but are repeatedly frustrated? Could it be that the more you live, the more gone back?"

"..."

What a great question.

Riddle was questioned.

Naturally, he doesn't think that the current self is inferior to the youthful self.

At that time, his ability was not enough to match his ambitious ambitions, and he still had some redundant expectations and delusions. His methods and strategies were not mature and perfect, and there were many things to criticize.

But Fiona doesn't seem to think so.

She thinks that the young him is superior to the current him?

where is it?

Riddle didn't think about it, and he didn't have time to think about it for the time being.

He had to fill in the hole where Fiona was buried first.

He let go of Fiona, looked at her with self-brainwashed sincerity, and said frankly: "Fiona, you should understand very well that I am not a person with good morals that the world admires, and I never think that I should have those things that I think are just disguised in order not to be seen as different, to cater to other people's preferences, to survive in the group."

Fiona looked at him for a moment.

"Deceit and calculation are my instincts. Selfishness and arrogance are my nature. Half of my body is indifference from Muggle blood, and half is evil from wizard blood. I am such a dirty mixture."

"Before I met you, I never believed in the existence of 'love' in this world, maybe because I didn't want to admit it, it existed, but I couldn't get it, it was beautiful, but I couldn't have it—this is for me It's too embarrassing and humiliating. But now, I want it to be real—"

Riddle lifted his hands, still clasped, to his lips, and pressed a kiss on the back of Fiona's hand.

He looked at her tenderly, almost reverently, and whispered swearingly: "I don't know if I can do it, after all, I'm as clumsy as a child at this-but I'm willing to fight my instincts, go against my Nature, abandon my long-standing insistence, and love you."

The hand that had been touched by the lips shrank as if it had been scalded, and Riddle saw Fiona's thick eyelashes trembling slightly in the wind like reeds by the lake.

"Why?" she asked, "Why love me."

"I don't want to make this a deal, but it's the only thing I can give you in exchange - I crave your love."

"Why do you want my love?"

"It will bring me back to life." Riddle said earnestly and truthfully.

Fiona's gaze fell on the intact photo restored from ashes, and she remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "If there is such a day, I am willing to give you a new life."

"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 88."

……

The dormitory door was opened, and Yardley, who was awakened, was about to start a series of cannonballs, but was frightened by the gloomy expression on the face of the roommate who had just entered the door, and swallowed it all.

"What, what's wrong?" He asked timidly and curiously.

Riddle didn't have the energy to deal with him, nor was he in the mood to wash up, so he lay down on his own bed.

Seeing him with his eyes closed, looking as if he had settled down in the ground, Yardley scratched his heart, leaned over hesitantly, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

"Your sister's house was blown up." Riddle said succinctly without opening his eyes.

"what?"

"literal meaning."

"what?"

Yardley was bewildered, and Riddle didn't bother to explain.

He was tired and exhausted.

The in-depth confession and the pretentious and contrived emotional disclosure in retrospect made him feel sick and uncomfortable after being splashed with slug mucus but unable to clean it off.

It seems that this crisis has been passed safely, but thinking that there will be a sea of ​​swords and fires waiting for him to overcome tomorrow night, and that there will be some completely unexpected test that will hit him in the face without warning, Riddle just There is an unprecedented sense of fatigue.

If he was guilty, he would rather accept the kind of soul torture before rebirth than to let Fiona inflict mental retardation on him.

The thought of "forget it, I'm quitting" popped up, and Riddle forced it back.

In order to cheer up, he forced himself to wake up from the desire to fall asleep. After thinking for a while, he asked the system: "If Fiona's parents are really Muggles, why can she be assigned to Slytherin?"

He never thought about this possibility before, because as far as he knows, there has never been a wizard born in a Muggle family in Slytherin. With Salazar Slytherin's insistence on blood, how could the Sorting Hat put Muggle Kind of wizard assigned to Slytherin?

"If you really strictly follow Slytherin's requirements for 'the purest blood', with all due respect, Mr. Riddle, you are not qualified to enter Slytherin—could you use the half of Slytherin blood to get in through the back door?" of?" the system said sarcastically.

Riddle calmly said: "If only pure blood can enter Slytherin, 28 pure blood families cannot give birth to enough children to be assigned to Slytherin."

A pure-blood family is not a sow, and can give birth every year. If the pure-blood is stuck, it is likely to lead to a situation where no one can enter Slytherin for a certain year-that would be very embarrassing.

So he never thought about practicing pure blood in the magic world, it was just a cover for him to draw cakes.

"Once the bottom line is relaxed, what is waiting for it is breaking." The system said, "And if the mission target does not go to Slytherin, where can the Sorting Hat put her? Azkaban or Nurmengard? Even you don't have this The honor goes there."

Riddle: "...I'll have a good conversation with you, can you stop talking?"

The system said no, "Belittling you brings me far more pleasure than communicating with you normally."

The thought of "forget it, I'm quitting" came up again.

Riddle fell silent, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep.

The next morning, he silently said a few words "I love Fiona" to the mirror, then took a deep breath, left the dormitory, and waited for Fiona to come out in the common room.

Tiffany still appeared alone first, but this time she didn't stare at Riddle, but passed by him without looking at him, as if her fascination with him in the past disappeared overnight.

Riddle: "..." I don't know what to say this time.

When Fiona came out, he asked casually as they walked to the classroom together.

Fiona said lightly, "I'm tired of playing."

"Thanks Merlin, finally!" Riddle gave her a slightly exaggerated expression of relief.

Fiona smiled, and said unhurriedly, "I'm walking next to you, so there's no room for her."

Riddle was startled slightly.

"What do you think?" She looked sideways at him.

Riddle coughed, nodded and chuckled, "I totally agree."

45. Strategy No.40 Five-step confirmation, you are sick

Walking out of the fireplace, Riddle didn't bother to organize his image, turned around and waited, and caught Fiona who appeared later.

She choked a little on the ash in the fireplace and coughed softly. Riddle swung his wand to help her clean up the ash on her body, and stroked her somewhat messy hair.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, Dumbledore was looking at him and smiling.

Dumbledore was still young at this time, and his smile didn't have the kind of compassion and benevolence that would bore him so much. Instead, it seemed that he had seen something interesting and was appreciating it with great interest.

It's just that he feels sorry for being regarded as a boy who has lost his footing and being treated as a monkey to see new things makes him unhappy.

He looked over politely, "Professor?"

Young Dumbledore still cared a little bit about his image as a professor, and St. Mungo's was no place for light jokes.

He nodded to the young couple in front of him, "Is it packed? Then let's go to Mr. Shafik's ward."

Riddle and Fiona followed him.

When Dumbledore came over this time, Fiona didn't want him to follow.So at the door of the classroom, in front of the students of the two colleges and Slughorn who was about to start class, he grabbed her wrist and begged, "Let me stay with you."

Amidst the slight heckling and whistles, Fiona blinked and agreed.

Riddle comforted himself, it's okay, after he completes the task, he will establish a fearsome majesty, and no one will dare to mention this dark history of humiliating the girl in front of him.

The system also comforted him: "It's okay, as long as you are shameless enough, you won't have a black history—you will keep creating new history."

Riddle ignored the system's low-level provocation.

He was still regretting that it would have been a good choice to kill Ethelred before Fiona had reacted last night—it was too troublesome to solve the problem, so it was better to simply solve the problem maker.

It's just that yesterday he was in a bad mood, his mind went on strike, and he missed the opportunity. Today, his mind continued to function. After weighing the pros and cons, he still decided to follow.

He summed up his experience, and he must not passively wait for Fiona to make moves—although he didn't want to admit this fact, but so far he hasn't successfully fought her for a round without reverting.

Still have to take the initiative to create opportunities to get ahead.

Walking to the door of Ethelred's ward, Dumbledore knocked on the door lightly. Mrs. Lestrange, who had a slightly haggard face but very decent makeup, opened her mouth.