[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord
Chapter 6
Del tensed his back unconsciously, and tightly grasped the lampstand in his hand with his fingers.
He lit the candle again, stared at the pale face that suddenly lit up in the narrow space broken by the fire, and saw the pair of blue eyes half-squinting and looking at him.
"Welcome," Riddle said slowly with a smile, "It's windy outside, come in quickly."
5. The fifth step of the strategy Hello, Marvolo
"Ding. The target person has appeared, and the favorability system is automatically activated. The current favorability is 0, please increase the favorability by at least a little within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be regarded as a mission failure."
"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 0. Please increase the favorability by at least a little within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be counted as a mission failure. The countdown starts, 599, 598, 597..."
The system dutifully broadcasts.
Riddle: "..."
He really couldn't find words to describe his current mood, and even wondered if the system was deliberately embarrassing him.
System: "Bah! 565, 564..."
Riddle: "Why did you add two points last time, but only one point this time?"
System: "You ate beef pie at noon, and want to eat beef pie at night? 532, 531..."
Riddle didn't want to argue with the system whether the beef pie was comparable to him, and wondered if the lighting was too dim, which didn't fully show his appearance and temperament?Her requirements are too strict!
He even had the urge to conjure up a mirror to look at himself on the spot.
Despite the urgency of the countdown, Riddle resisted the thought of recklessly approaching him, called out Ollivander, and entered the inner room behind the shop by himself.
He heard Ollivander ask in surprise, "Are you alone at this time?"
Fiona's voice was barely audible, "My dad passed by the Leaky Cauldron and decided to go in for a drink."
Although the tone couldn't be heard, Riddle also intuitively felt that it was a lie.
"Oh, what an irresponsible father. Well, poor little girl, hold out your regular hand and let me measure it."
Riddle walked out of the inner room and saw Fiona standing there with her arms raised, letting the tape measure printed with silver scales move back and forth on her body.
The black cloak outside her has been taken off, revealing the black silk turtleneck shirt and black skirt inside - this outfit is not too much to wear to a funeral - or is she lying there at all , waiting for others to deliver the eulogy.
Her long gray hair was messily draped over her shoulders, her lips were a little pale, and her expression was calm with a little carelessness and laziness. Her eyes fell on the measuring tape on her body, showing no emotion.
Riddle put the cup of hot tea he had just poured on the shelf next to her, and said in a slightly concerned but not overly warm tone, "I don't know if you need it, but if you feel cold , you can have a drink to warm you up."
Fiona glanced sideways at him.
Riddle smiled and nodded.
No one can see that his mood is tense like walking a high-altitude rope at this time-in a real sense, his life is hanging by a thread.
Who knows if he will go back to the orphanage room in the next moment, lying on the bed and looking at the cobwebs on the ceiling.
"Thank you." Fiona said softly with a faint smile.
"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 2."
Yes, it seems that the thank you this time is somewhat sincere.
Taking a small step from the edge of life and death, Riddle put it away as soon as he saw it, and immediately walked to Ollivander who was shuttled between the shelves, helping him to stack the long boxes he had picked out.
"Okay," Ollivander and Riddle each walked to Fiona with a stack of boxes in their hands, and the tape measure automatically flew back to Ollivander's hand, "Come on, miss, try this one, alder Made of unicorn tail hair. Eight inches long, not easy to bend, try it."
During the time spent by Ollivander's side, Riddle had already learned almost all the attributes represented by the material of the wand.
Alder wood is suitable for helpful, considerate and lovable wizards, and unicorn tail hair will produce the most stable magic. Perhaps in Ollivander's view, the little girl in front of her may be as gentle as her appearance. cute child.
Of course this is not the case.
"Oh, it doesn't fit, then, beech wood and phoenix tail, seven inches long, softer—well, not at all."
If a young wizard is matched with a beech wand, it means that he has wisdom beyond his years, but it cannot be grasped by narrow-minded and bigoted people.
"And this one? Chestnut and unicorn tail, nine inches long, oh, too bad."
Care about justice?The wand couldn't wait to jump out of her hand.
Riddle thought that if Ollivander tried in this direction again, Fiona might break her arm and not be able to get a wand that suited her.
Fiona tried more than a dozen wands in a row, but none of them fit. Ollivander became more and more excited, rummaging about "picky lady" and searching the shelves again.
Riddle saw her standing quietly at the same place, without any impatience between her eyebrows and eyes, as if she was very docile and good-tempered.
But thinking about the last time she dropped his favorability points while showing gratitude, he had reason to guess that if Ollivander also had a favorability system, it would have already been negative by one hundred.
Out of revenge, Riddle was happy to see her tossing around here all night, but for the sake of the mission, he thought it over and offered his own suggestion.
"Mr. Ollivander, maybe try blackthorn?"
Blackthorn is a very unusual wand wood - the people who use blackthorn wands are mostly Aurors, Death Eaters, and those prisoners in Azkaban.
Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at Fiona, and muttered, "Well, maybe I should change the direction..."
He brought a bunch of wands made of blackthorn, black walnut, and hawthorn, which are more complex woods. It is obvious that the swing effect of these wands is a little more satisfactory than the previous ones-but Still not perfect.
Ollivander was lost in thought.
Fiona finally turned her wandering gaze to Riddle at this moment.
For a moment, Riddle felt that she had turned into a frog, and her gaze was like a light and sharp blade, indifferently and skillfully slicing through his back, as if she wanted to peel the skin and bones, from the outside to the inside. check it out.
Riddle kept smiling with his expression unchanged.
"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 7."
Riddle's smile barely faltered.
It’s certainly worth being happy that the favorability has increased so much all at once, but he wants to find out exactly which point Fiona’s favorability for him changes based on. He doesn’t want to bet on her mood all the time by luck.
He can't stand being commanded by other people's emotions, he just wants to be the one who is in control at the top.
Fiona took a sip of the stale tea, then smiled at Riddle and said, "Thank you for the tea, I feel much better. You are Mr. Ollivander's—"
"It's half a student," Riddle said gently, "I only found myself interested in this aspect when I came to buy a wand, and Mr. Ollivander also felt that I seemed to have some common language with him, so he generously Let me study with him for a while - but I feel more like having fun myself."
Fiona gave a soft "Oh", "So, you are also a freshman this year?"
"Yes, my name is Tom Riddle, maybe we can be assigned to a college."
Fiona paused, and Riddle knew what that pause meant.She was thinking about whether there was the surname Riddle in the wizarding world—almost everyone who was born in a pure-blood family would react to this first reaction when a stranger reported his or her name.
Obviously, she didn't find any matching results.
But then, instead of politely bringing up the subject, or asking him bluntly if his parents were wizards, she asked, "May I know your middle name?"
If he says no, will he lose or increase his favorability?
Riddle weighed it up, and he didn't want to take on a bold challenge before he had fully grasped her character, so he said with a little surprise: "Of course, Marvolo, full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Fiona groaned again.
Then, Riddle saw her slowly showing a smile of unknown meaning, the lifeless pale face seemed to be injected with a little vitality suddenly, and the laziness in her eyes was replaced with a deep interest—like a bird The cat holding down the mouse.
"Marvolo—" she said slowly, "Marvolo Gaunt?"
Riddle didn't hold back his sharp eyes for a moment.
"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 9."
"Come and try this wand, picky lady." Dusty Ollivander came out with a box that seemed to be very old. "This is a wand made by my father-he likes to use those strange Creatures make stick cores, but until I took over this shop, I haven’t found a suitable owner, maybe—although the possibility is very small, maybe it’s you?”
Fiona smiled and looked away from Riddle's gaze, took out the jet-black magic wand engraved with patterns like a bony skeleton from the box, and waved it casually.
I saw a jet of ink-like black mist spraying out from the tip of the staff, and then turned into a black veil or drifted away like a dark cloud, enveloping Fiona airtightly like a black cloak.As a result, all he could see in his field of vision was a group of dark shadows exuding damp and cold air, revealing an ominous danger.
Riddle almost thought
He lit the candle again, stared at the pale face that suddenly lit up in the narrow space broken by the fire, and saw the pair of blue eyes half-squinting and looking at him.
"Welcome," Riddle said slowly with a smile, "It's windy outside, come in quickly."
5. The fifth step of the strategy Hello, Marvolo
"Ding. The target person has appeared, and the favorability system is automatically activated. The current favorability is 0, please increase the favorability by at least a little within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be regarded as a mission failure."
"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 0. Please increase the favorability by at least a little within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be counted as a mission failure. The countdown starts, 599, 598, 597..."
The system dutifully broadcasts.
Riddle: "..."
He really couldn't find words to describe his current mood, and even wondered if the system was deliberately embarrassing him.
System: "Bah! 565, 564..."
Riddle: "Why did you add two points last time, but only one point this time?"
System: "You ate beef pie at noon, and want to eat beef pie at night? 532, 531..."
Riddle didn't want to argue with the system whether the beef pie was comparable to him, and wondered if the lighting was too dim, which didn't fully show his appearance and temperament?Her requirements are too strict!
He even had the urge to conjure up a mirror to look at himself on the spot.
Despite the urgency of the countdown, Riddle resisted the thought of recklessly approaching him, called out Ollivander, and entered the inner room behind the shop by himself.
He heard Ollivander ask in surprise, "Are you alone at this time?"
Fiona's voice was barely audible, "My dad passed by the Leaky Cauldron and decided to go in for a drink."
Although the tone couldn't be heard, Riddle also intuitively felt that it was a lie.
"Oh, what an irresponsible father. Well, poor little girl, hold out your regular hand and let me measure it."
Riddle walked out of the inner room and saw Fiona standing there with her arms raised, letting the tape measure printed with silver scales move back and forth on her body.
The black cloak outside her has been taken off, revealing the black silk turtleneck shirt and black skirt inside - this outfit is not too much to wear to a funeral - or is she lying there at all , waiting for others to deliver the eulogy.
Her long gray hair was messily draped over her shoulders, her lips were a little pale, and her expression was calm with a little carelessness and laziness. Her eyes fell on the measuring tape on her body, showing no emotion.
Riddle put the cup of hot tea he had just poured on the shelf next to her, and said in a slightly concerned but not overly warm tone, "I don't know if you need it, but if you feel cold , you can have a drink to warm you up."
Fiona glanced sideways at him.
Riddle smiled and nodded.
No one can see that his mood is tense like walking a high-altitude rope at this time-in a real sense, his life is hanging by a thread.
Who knows if he will go back to the orphanage room in the next moment, lying on the bed and looking at the cobwebs on the ceiling.
"Thank you." Fiona said softly with a faint smile.
"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 2."
Yes, it seems that the thank you this time is somewhat sincere.
Taking a small step from the edge of life and death, Riddle put it away as soon as he saw it, and immediately walked to Ollivander who was shuttled between the shelves, helping him to stack the long boxes he had picked out.
"Okay," Ollivander and Riddle each walked to Fiona with a stack of boxes in their hands, and the tape measure automatically flew back to Ollivander's hand, "Come on, miss, try this one, alder Made of unicorn tail hair. Eight inches long, not easy to bend, try it."
During the time spent by Ollivander's side, Riddle had already learned almost all the attributes represented by the material of the wand.
Alder wood is suitable for helpful, considerate and lovable wizards, and unicorn tail hair will produce the most stable magic. Perhaps in Ollivander's view, the little girl in front of her may be as gentle as her appearance. cute child.
Of course this is not the case.
"Oh, it doesn't fit, then, beech wood and phoenix tail, seven inches long, softer—well, not at all."
If a young wizard is matched with a beech wand, it means that he has wisdom beyond his years, but it cannot be grasped by narrow-minded and bigoted people.
"And this one? Chestnut and unicorn tail, nine inches long, oh, too bad."
Care about justice?The wand couldn't wait to jump out of her hand.
Riddle thought that if Ollivander tried in this direction again, Fiona might break her arm and not be able to get a wand that suited her.
Fiona tried more than a dozen wands in a row, but none of them fit. Ollivander became more and more excited, rummaging about "picky lady" and searching the shelves again.
Riddle saw her standing quietly at the same place, without any impatience between her eyebrows and eyes, as if she was very docile and good-tempered.
But thinking about the last time she dropped his favorability points while showing gratitude, he had reason to guess that if Ollivander also had a favorability system, it would have already been negative by one hundred.
Out of revenge, Riddle was happy to see her tossing around here all night, but for the sake of the mission, he thought it over and offered his own suggestion.
"Mr. Ollivander, maybe try blackthorn?"
Blackthorn is a very unusual wand wood - the people who use blackthorn wands are mostly Aurors, Death Eaters, and those prisoners in Azkaban.
Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at Fiona, and muttered, "Well, maybe I should change the direction..."
He brought a bunch of wands made of blackthorn, black walnut, and hawthorn, which are more complex woods. It is obvious that the swing effect of these wands is a little more satisfactory than the previous ones-but Still not perfect.
Ollivander was lost in thought.
Fiona finally turned her wandering gaze to Riddle at this moment.
For a moment, Riddle felt that she had turned into a frog, and her gaze was like a light and sharp blade, indifferently and skillfully slicing through his back, as if she wanted to peel the skin and bones, from the outside to the inside. check it out.
Riddle kept smiling with his expression unchanged.
"Ding. Add 5 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 7."
Riddle's smile barely faltered.
It’s certainly worth being happy that the favorability has increased so much all at once, but he wants to find out exactly which point Fiona’s favorability for him changes based on. He doesn’t want to bet on her mood all the time by luck.
He can't stand being commanded by other people's emotions, he just wants to be the one who is in control at the top.
Fiona took a sip of the stale tea, then smiled at Riddle and said, "Thank you for the tea, I feel much better. You are Mr. Ollivander's—"
"It's half a student," Riddle said gently, "I only found myself interested in this aspect when I came to buy a wand, and Mr. Ollivander also felt that I seemed to have some common language with him, so he generously Let me study with him for a while - but I feel more like having fun myself."
Fiona gave a soft "Oh", "So, you are also a freshman this year?"
"Yes, my name is Tom Riddle, maybe we can be assigned to a college."
Fiona paused, and Riddle knew what that pause meant.She was thinking about whether there was the surname Riddle in the wizarding world—almost everyone who was born in a pure-blood family would react to this first reaction when a stranger reported his or her name.
Obviously, she didn't find any matching results.
But then, instead of politely bringing up the subject, or asking him bluntly if his parents were wizards, she asked, "May I know your middle name?"
If he says no, will he lose or increase his favorability?
Riddle weighed it up, and he didn't want to take on a bold challenge before he had fully grasped her character, so he said with a little surprise: "Of course, Marvolo, full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Fiona groaned again.
Then, Riddle saw her slowly showing a smile of unknown meaning, the lifeless pale face seemed to be injected with a little vitality suddenly, and the laziness in her eyes was replaced with a deep interest—like a bird The cat holding down the mouse.
"Marvolo—" she said slowly, "Marvolo Gaunt?"
Riddle didn't hold back his sharp eyes for a moment.
"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 9."
"Come and try this wand, picky lady." Dusty Ollivander came out with a box that seemed to be very old. "This is a wand made by my father-he likes to use those strange Creatures make stick cores, but until I took over this shop, I haven’t found a suitable owner, maybe—although the possibility is very small, maybe it’s you?”
Fiona smiled and looked away from Riddle's gaze, took out the jet-black magic wand engraved with patterns like a bony skeleton from the box, and waved it casually.
I saw a jet of ink-like black mist spraying out from the tip of the staff, and then turned into a black veil or drifted away like a dark cloud, enveloping Fiona airtightly like a black cloak.As a result, all he could see in his field of vision was a group of dark shadows exuding damp and cold air, revealing an ominous danger.
Riddle almost thought
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