[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

out the door.

Her eyes flicked over the three of them, the muscles around her nose tightened when she saw Fiona, and then she glanced quickly, focusing on Dumbledore.

"Hello, Lady Lestrange."

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore."

"How is Mr. Shafiq?"

Mrs. Lestrange showed a sad expression, and mourned: "He has been making a lot of noise since he woke up. The therapists just gave him a calming potion. He calmed down, but he also lost other things. Response, just staring at the ceiling with open eyes, ignoring anyone. The therapist said...he may be too stimulated and not conscious..."

Her eye circles were red, she turned her head and covered her mouth, "My poor brother..."

Dumbledore hastily explained a few words.

She can still maintain a dignified and elegant demeanor, and she is careful not to dazzle her eye makeup when wiping her tears. It seems that her brother is not pitiful enough.

Riddle thought casually.

It's a pity that the three audiences in front of her happened to be the best at pondering people's hearts in the wizarding world. Even Dumbledore, strictly speaking, could not be regarded as a normal person, and none of them would really appreciate her excellent singing and writing performance.

After reluctantly cooperating for a few seconds, Fiona walked over to open the door, but Mrs. Lestrange blocked it with her hand. Realizing that Dumbledore was still there, she unnaturally brushed her hair by her ears.

"Your father is not emotionally stable." Although she was explaining to Fiona, she looked at Dumbledore. "You'd better not go in for the time being, so as not to irritate him and make you sad."

Before Fiona could speak, Riddle said with a smile: "Even if Mr. Shafik loses his mind, how could he do anything to his only beloved daughter? Maybe he will be touched and return to normal instead."

Mrs. Lestrange couldn't say that Ethelred didn't love her daughter at all, so she forced a smile.

Seeing Fiona glanced at him and then pushed the door in, Riddle cooperatively pulled Mrs. Lestrange to talk outside.

"Yardley was very sad when he heard the news..." After about 2 minutes of grief, he began to ask curiously about him and Fiona.

Mrs. Lestrange immediately wiped the corners of her eyes, "The boy loves his uncle and aunt the most. Ethelred and Cordelia have always loved him as their own son. My dear Yardley, should How sad..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore covertly.

dear son?

Is this about the property left by Shafiq's family?

Riddle was looking forward to what the Lestrange family could do, so that he would have a chance to make a move.

The ward was silent all the time, and there was no sound coming out. Mrs. Lestrange glanced at the door several times absently, and finally couldn't help but want to go in and have a look.

Riddle knocked on the door twice before her, then turned around and explained to her and Dumbledore: "I'm afraid Fiona is crying, but she is actually a stubborn and pushy character, no matter how sad she is, she is very reluctant to accept it." Let others see how weak she is."

He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "That's why some people always misunderstand her and think she is indifferent, but her heart couldn't be softer."

Mrs. Lestrange twitched the corner of her mouth, as if trying to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

Dumbledore nodded, and said gently: "I didn't expect you to know her so well, Tom, maybe I didn't pay much attention, I didn't seem to see you walking together before this."

"She is timid and shy, and doesn't like being overly concerned," Riddle shrugged pamperingly, "I've always been unwilling to embarrass her."

Stubborn, brave, soft, timid, shy.

Although she didn't know her niece very well, Mrs. Lestrange still couldn't help but look at Riddle in amazement when she heard that she was being labeled with such incredible labels.

She used to think that this young man was mature and smart, but she compared her son to be stupid and stupid, did she not expect that he was actually a fool?Or was that terrible girl possessed of a masterful means of driving boys into a state of ecstasy and insanity?

Dumbledore said with emotion: "Young people's love always makes us old people feel a sting in our hearts."

Mrs. Lestrange frowned severely, she couldn't bear to listen to their conversation, and opened the door directly.

In the ward, Fiona was standing in front of the window with her back to them, and Ethelred was lying on the hospital bed, the sheets and bedding were all smooth, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Mrs. Lestrange walked to the bed and looked at it. She saw nothing unusual, but she couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

Riddle thought she was regretting that she hadn't had a reason to sue Fiona in front of Dumbledore.

Looking at the time, Dumbledore said that he had to go back to school for class, and offered to leave. At this time, Fiona turned around, showing a face with unusually flushed cheeks.

Did she use the ability to force orders?

Riddle stepped forward to hold her hand calmly, and sure enough, Fiona immediately leaned half on his body, standing with his strength, her fingers slightly convulsed in his palm.

He half-turned to block her, and when Dumbledore left and Mrs. Lestrange couldn't bear them leaving crookedly, he carefully helped her sit on the chair.

"What's wrong?" Riddle asked softly.

He bent down and pressed Fiona's shoulder, and could feel her almost shivering.

It turned out that she was not without shock when she knew the truth.

There was a corner of his heart that was a little soft, but thinking that it only took her half a day to adjust, and she still had extra thoughts to plot against him, Riddle immediately regained his senses, and secretly warned himself not to be fooled by her momentary weakness. confuse.

Who knows if she is pretending to lie to him now.Riddle thought coldly.

Fiona didn't answer, she lowered her head and couldn't see clearly her expression.

Riddle then turned to her and half knelt down in front of her, looking up at her.The abnormal blood on her face was slowly fading, and her complexion returned to pale. Her eyes were fixed on him, but the focus was dazed and scattered.

He held her trembling hands in his palm and rubbed them lightly, then called her softly, "Fiona?"

Finally, her gaze became solid bit by bit, Fiona stared at Riddle for a while, and without warning, a tear fell from those blue eyes.

For a split second, Riddle thought the drop would go through him—just like it did in memory.

But it actually landed on his hand, trickling down the back of his hand and into his cuff.

That small section of bright water marks licked like a tongue of fire, so hot that he almost let go of his hand.

Reflexively holding her even harder, Riddle just wanted to stabilize his wobbly mind, but he realized shrewdly that letting go of this wobbly state of mind might be more beneficial for him to face the situation at hand.

So he indulged, encouraged, and obediently expanded the tingling in his heart into infinite love and affection for Fiona.

He said in a gentle tone he had never had before: "It's okay, no matter what happens, I'm here."

Staring at Riddle with watery eyes, Fiona blinked slowly, blinking away the faint water vapor in her eyes.

She took a shallow breath and said, "Etheled Shafik, he is not my father."

"what?"

"My parents were Muggles."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, showing just the right amount of astonishment.

"He snatched me from my parents and pretended to be his illegitimate daughter to cover up the fact that he was infertile." Fiona twitched her lips, "The reality is far more complicated than the script I arranged. Dramatic."

Having said that, she paused for a while, looking at Riddle with a delicate expression, "What's more interesting is that when he found me, it happened to be when my parents went to Wu's Orphanage to make charitable donations."

Riddle had told her he was from Wu's Orphanage.

When he was looking at Ethelred's memory, he was briefly surprised by this coincidence, and then he was distracted by Fiona's background and subsequent development, so he didn't think about it further.

Now that Fiona said it, he also realized that his and Fiona's lives seemed to be entangled together unconsciously from the very beginning, like roots buried in the ground.

Could it be that there is still a secret connection between them that he doesn't know about?

Riddle laughed silently.

He raised a hand, brushed Fiona's hair that had fallen from her shoulders behind her ear, and stroked her exposed cheek.

"Look," Riddle rubbed the end of her brow with his thumb, looked up at her intently, his voice was soft, but his tone was undeniably firm, "We are meant to be together, Fiona."

Fiona was silent for a moment.

"Tom, do you know what the only doomed thing in the world is?"

"I want to know what you think it is."

"It's death." Fiona whispered softly.

The hand covering her face paused, and Riddle said in a deep voice, "What if I say that I will leap over death and obtain eternal life?"

"You are destined to live forever, and I am destined to die, so a paradox arises," Fiona lowered her eyes, "It is ultimately destined that we will not be together."

"There is no paradox." Riddle emphasized, "Death cannot defeat me, and naturally it is impossible to take you from me."

Fiona seemed to be thinking of something, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I gave you rebirth, and you gave me eternal life?"

Riddle proudly said: "It can be said so."

Fiona laughed again.

Riddle had a hard time reading her smile.

Before he could think about it carefully, she turned her head, and her lips as pale as snow lightly touched his palm with messy lines and deep lines.

"Maybe, meeting you is really worth it