[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The volume that arrived softly comforted: "It's okay, don't hold back..."

With her face buried in his chest, Fiona whispered sullenly, "Are you telling me not to hold back my laughter?"

Riddle whispered in her ear, "I'm urging you to be good and cooperate."

Fiona fell silent obediently.

The two just snuggled together like this, watching the soil cover the black coffin little by little, burying a cold body under the soil.

Will she be relieved?

Riddle guessed Fiona's mood at this time.

probably not.

The emotion of hatred is too intense, Fiona is like a fragile container, not capable of strong collision at all.

In other words, Cordelia is too ugly, and Fiona is stingy to bet her insufficient emotions on her.

She was unwilling to kill Ethelred.

"The lunatic is not always in the state of chaotic ignorance and madness," she said calmly when Riddle asked, "Even if he regains consciousness for a moment, he will suffer more painful torture than death."

But sometimes killing is not to make a person despair, but a means to vent one's anger and disgust.

Fiona was like stale beer, Riddle couldn't help but think so.No matter how hard you shake it, it will not make her spout foam when she opens it.

"It stands to reason," Fiona said suddenly, "after I die, my tombstone will also be erected here."

Riddle frowned.

He knew she was right. Most wizards in the wizarding world, especially pure-blood wizards, would be buried in this cemetery after death, and the tombstones of people from the same family would still be close together.

"If I die, you can feed me to the basilisk, it should be happy to eat me," Fiona whispered.

...Is this something to be happy about?

Riddle felt strangely uncomfortable, "I said, I will give you eternal life."

"if."

"No if."

Fiona smiled slightly, "Tom, you seem like a naive kid who believes he'll never run out of candy."

Innocent?Child?Who are they?

Rolling her eyes inwardly, Riddle pulled her hair lightly in retaliation, "A moment of silence, Miss Candy, if you don't want to hear the rumors of our flirting at the funeral after you go back to school, stop talking."

——If it is true, he is not unacceptable.

47. Strategy No.40 Be careful in seven steps, I will kill you

Quidditch is indeed a boring sport that can neither bring physical enjoyment nor make the mood happy and relaxed. The key point is that it is a waste of time.

After Halloween, on a cold and windy night, Riddle, who was riding a broom on the Quidditch pitch and training with his players, thought of this idea countless times.

At the same time, he couldn't help wondering whether the headmaster who arranged the Quidditch season in the winter was kicked by Buckbeak when making a decision, or that he was as funny as Dumbledore and liked to watch a group of little furry The child's face was distorted and his hair was wildly blown by the howling north wind?

Quickly quit the Quidditch team at the end of the semester.thought Riddle.

He has had enough of being occupied by things he doesn't like. He would rather accompany Fiona to Gaunt's old house and listen to her tell the basilisk "How are you feeling these days?" Sleep," "Is there enough food?" "The rabbits in the woods are fat" and other nonsense gossip.

But why didn't she ask him how he was feeling?Is it cold during Quidditch practice?

Riddle snorted inwardly in dissatisfaction.

"You're actually pretty good at Quidditch," the system said. "You want to go to heaven without a broom."

"I don't need a broom to go to heaven." Riddle said coldly but proudly.

Then he cast a glance and said in a raised voice, "Sears, if you don't want to stick around and hit a thousand Quaffles tonight, don't be lazy with little tricks you think I can't see."

The tall boy who was yelling at his hands shook his figure, and laughter sounded beside him. He begged for mercy to Riddle, then immediately grabbed the broom, and honestly practiced emergency stops and mid-air rolls.

Under the blinding magic of lighting above the Quidditch pitch, he looked like a chicken leg being skewered.

After majesticly lecturing the seniors, Riddle put a warming charm on himself with peace of mind, and slowly circled around the outside of the Quidditch pitch.

The castle on the opposite side emits bright lights from rows of large windows, shining brightly in the dark like a superbly cut diamond.

From time to time, the addition and subtraction of favorability appeared in his mind, which made him always think of Fiona unconsciously when he was distracted.

What is she doing now?

As soon as this idea came to mind, Riddle sharply saw something flying towards him.

The wind was strong, and the thing flew crookedly and slowly, looking very difficult.

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to pinch it—a small paper crane pecked at his thumb, and quietly closed its wings in his palm.

There was a faint premonition in my heart, and when I opened it, it was indeed the familiar slender and beautiful Italian style. Riddle's lips curved, and a thin smile emerged.

However, when he saw clearly what was written on the note, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Where are the stars in Musca now?"

Looking up at the starry sky, Riddle changed the paper crane back to its original form, and blew lightly on it, and the paper crane flew back along the route it came from.

He followed on a broomstick, wandering all the way to a pane of glass windows on the second floor of the castle and stopped.

Here is the library.

The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor caused a thin layer of mist to form inside the glass, and the warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass. A thin silhouette was sitting sideways on the window sill like a branch protruding obliquely from a tree. Holding the book and looking down.

As if sensing something, she turned her head slightly.

Lines of sight cannot meet.

Then, there is a more mysterious thing, extending its tentacles like a snail in a shell, touching lightly in the void.

It seems to be two planets in the universe, staring at each other across the majestic and silent Milky Way.

Riddle took a deep breath of the cold air, and the slight pain in his lung lobe brought him back to his senses.

He stretched out his fingertips and tapped twice on the window, the signal was perfectly comprehended, the person inside opened the window, a gust of warm air gushed out and gently splashed on his face.His eyes narrowed slightly from the heat, he saw Fiona sitting on the windowsill and smiling at him.

Riddle laughed too.

"Good evening." He hovered outside the window, flicked the head of the leading paper crane, and returned it to her.

"Good evening." Fiona held out her hand to take it.

Glancing at the star chart in Fiona's hand, Riddle asked, "Are you doing astronomy homework?"

"As you can see," Fiona replied. The library was very quiet. In order not to attract the librarian, she lowered her voice even lower. "It's too cold outside."

The subtext, she didn't want to go out and observe the orbits of the stars in person.

"I thought you were laughing at me." Said he was flying around the Quidditch pitch like a fly.

"I don't deny it either."

"That's not the way to ask for help."

Fiona tilted her head and asked sincerely, "'Please'?"

Riddle: "..."

I really want the system to open its eyes wide and see who is able to go to the sky without a broom.

"Give it to me, please—" Riddle spread his hand and drew out his tone.

Fiona put the pencil and paper in his hand.

Riddle drew a few strokes on the paper two or three times, and when he handed it back, he thought of something and put it back.

"There should be some reward." He habitually wore a kind expression that made people trust and love him, but his tone was slightly sly.

Fiona looked at him in silence for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Come here." As she spoke, she put her hand into the pocket of the inner lining of her robe.

Really have something to give him?

It was just a casual remark, and Riddle, who didn't expect it to be rewarded, put the pen and paper on the window sill, and leaned into the window with unbearable curiosity.

at this time--

Fiona suddenly raised the other hand hanging by her side, and pushed hard on his chest with all her strength!

Riddle, who didn't hold the broomstick and shifted his center of gravity a bit, fell backwards under this unexpected attack and fell off the broom.

Fortunately, his body's instinctive reaction was very quick, and he immediately reached out and grabbed the window sill.

The broom under him lost control and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Riddle hung against the rough wall under the window sill, the cold sweat that broke out on his back was blown by the cold wind, and even the warming spell lost its effect, and his body was chilled.

This is the second floor of the castle, even if it falls, it will not be seriously injured, but Fiona's behavior is really shocking and incomprehensible.

Isn't she wandering on the threshold of love, is she going further and further down the road of hate?

The system gloated: "The time has come to test that you can go to the sky without a broom, Mr. Riddle."

Riddle raised his head in shock and anger, while Fiona was still sitting firmly on the window sill, looking at him condescendingly.

She seemed to be smiling very happily, and said softly: "Are you satisfied with my thank you gift?"

Riddle laughed angrily, "Very, very, satisfied!" He said every word.

"Really?"

"you guess?"

Fiona laughed slightly.

Her fingers slid across Riddle's bluish-white hard knuckles that were clasped on the window sill one by one, as if she was stroking the keys of a piano.

- You don't know when she will suddenly