[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Knock the next accent.

"I told you," Fiona said casually, "it's not a good thing to like me."

Riddle remembered.

"So, be careful."

Fiona held on to the window frame of the window next to her, and leaned closer to Riddle. The wind blew her long hair away, and the ice coldly swept Riddle's face, forcing him to close his eyes.

Riddle felt her close to his ear, and whispered: "Every moment, I can't help but want to kill you."

Like a snake, the rain-like breath slid down his ear canal into his throat, wrapping tightly around his neck.

The sense of crisis rang the alarm in my mind, but rather than alertness, what seemed to flow out of the blood that accelerated with the rapid beating of the heart seemed to be the excitement of eagerness to try.

The Adam's apple twitched, and Riddle endured it until Fiona pulled away, before he took a low and hasty breath.

When he opened his eyes, the person on the window sill had disappeared. His arm muscles swelled, he pushed hard, and turned over to sit where Fiona was just now.

Fiona stood in the middle of two rows of bookshelves, and was putting a book back into the bookshelf. Then she sorted out the pens and papers in her hand, and turned to look at Riddle.

She said in a nonchalant tone: "The museum is going to be closed, I'm going back."

Riddle restrained his urge to cast a body-binding spell on her to imprison her here, and said with a smirk: "Please forgive me, I don't have a good night today."

Fiona blinked her eyes, walked up to him unhurriedly, and held out her hand again.

Again?

Riddle gripped the ledge tightly, watching her defensively.

Pale hands grabbed the dark green tie hanging on his chest, Fiona pulled it down lightly, and the pulling sensation on his neck forced Riddle to lower his head.

Slightly tiptoing, Fiona raised her face and pressed her two lips against his.

She didn't close her eyes, and Riddle could clearly see a pair of black eyes widened in astonishment reflected in the azure blue pupils.

This reaction is so stupid.

As soon as this thought came to her, Fiona took two steps back lightly, making Riddle's hand that wanted to hug her empty.

"Maybe what you want is this thank you gift." She pursed her lower lips, her expression seemed to be a little novel, "Now, can I say good night?"

This time, I really wanted to use the Body Binding Curse on her.

Riddle rolled his tongue, licked and bit his lower lip, and said hoarsely, "Good night, I wish you a sweet dream."

"Not a bad gift." Fiona smiled and turned to leave.

Watching her figure disappear from between the bookshelves, Riddle loosened the tie that was tightened around his neck, and slowly exhaled.

He took out his wand and was about to call back the dropped broom, but when he turned his head, he saw a few letters wiped out in the corner of the window full of steam.

killlove.

The water droplets meandered down, and the handwriting was blurred and distorted, which looked a bit like another word.

kiss love.

Riddle wiped his lips, grabbed the broom and jumped off the window sill.

48. Strategy No.40 Eight-step victory belongs to you

The first match of the Quidditch season usually begins with a contest between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

At this time, the atmosphere of the two academies is fairly normal, there is no irreconcilable conflict, and it is not too hot.It may be due to the historical legacy between Salazar and Godric, or it may be because the academic temperament is equally strong and subtly mutually exclusive. Compared with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the smell of gunpowder between snakes and lions Be heavier.

As the opening match, it is natural that the battle should be a little more intense to detonate the atmosphere.

The weather on the day of the game was not beautiful, and it was gray when we got up in the morning. When the players from the two colleges were standing on the court, the dark clouds in the sky were densely piled up, billowing in the wind, and one mass occupied half of the field. The sky is extremely low, and if you look up, you will feel oppressed that you will fall at any time.

Quidditch games rarely change the date and schedule due to weather factors. It seems that everyone has acquiesced that the worse the environment is, the more this difficult game is worth looking forward to.

So even if the wind blows like a knife on the face, the audience sitting in the stands raised in mid-air are excited and the atmosphere is hot.

I am afraid that watching this kind of excitement, which does not benefit them in any way, is the most memorable moment in their lives.

Listening to the referee's pre-match explanation with a straight expression, Riddell satirized coldly in his heart.

"Then talk about the brightest moment in your life, Mr. Riddle." The system said, "I guess it must not be the time when Potter killed you with a weapon."

Riddle: "...Leaving aside, the happiest moment in my life must be the moment you got out of my body."

"This is the first time we have resonated on the same thing. It's just that when I left, it's really hard to tell whether you are a body or a corpse. In the former, we liberate each other and are happy, and in the latter, I can only taste the joy alone—— —Anyway, I will never lose money, and you may not."

It must be trying to affect my mood, so that I will fumble and lose the game and then laugh at me.

Riddle thought clearly, just staring at the whistle in the referee's hand, resolutely not letting himself be disturbed.

"Di-"

The sharp whistle pierced the arena, Riddle kicked the ground, and rose into the sky faster than anyone else.

Cheers erupted enough to break through the dark clouds.

"Gentlemen and ladies, hello everyone, this year's game is still going to be explained by me - Hufflepuff's Victor Finch - to give you the commentary. The first player to get the Quaffle in this game is Slytherin Sears, the Chaser, looks a little more agile than last year. As far as I know, he should have undergone cruel devil training from the new captain. As we all know, who is the first to snatch the Whoever reaches the Quaffle wins, so the outcome of this game seems to be obvious—"

"Finch!"

"Of course! The reason why metaphysics is metaphysics is because it has no theoretical basis, so we still have to judge according to the strength of the players on both sides. For example, Slytherin's seeker and captain-Tom Riddle-in the past In my perception, Seekers are usually thinner in stature, which can ensure flexibility, but Riddle obviously does not need to sacrifice his stature for speed. He was five inches taller than the second one off the ground when he just took off— —I have to suspect it's because he has the longest legs—"

"Finch! Don't make me take you off."

"Sorry, professor. Let's get back to the game. Just now Sears passed the ball to Dieter, made a fake move, tricked Gryffindor's goalkeeper Hotz, and successfully scored Gryffindor Goal, Slytherin took the lead to score ten points.

Now Gryffindor has the ball - Gryffindor Chaser and captain Mantha Gautier - this is a strong and attractive woman, it's a pity that she is graduating next year - She deftly bypassed Sears and Dieter, who were surrounding him, and the batter next to her successfully helped her fly the Bludger trying to attack her - she seemed to be going alone Out of the Slytherin goal - ah - Riddle suddenly intercepted her from the front -

Everyone knows that a team rarely has a seeker as the captain, because most of the seekers focus on the golden snitch rather than the overall situation. But as an excellent player who became the captain in the third grade, Riddle, The most prominent feature is that he also takes into account the role of roaming the court to interfere with opponents-this obviously does not delay him from finding the Golden Snitch.

Look, he stuck to Gautier perfectly, and Gautier tried to get around him, but no matter whether she rushed forward, backed up or turned back and circled, Riddle blocked the direction of her progress-Riddle's gentlemanly demeanor Disappeared on the court - Gautier looked like he wanted to kick him away - I dare say, she is the only girl who would think that about Riddle - sorry, professor, don't stare at me .

The Quaffle was eventually intercepted by Sears, and the two players started chasing in the direction of the Slytherin goal-I took a look at the audience at this time, I seemed to hear someone say something-wow, sand Fick is also watching the game. I'm sorry Shafiq, I didn't say what I said to tease your boyfriend just now.

Huh?Riddle stopped!Did he spot the golden snitch?No!no!He's looking at the auditorium!Did he hear his girlfriend's name and was looking for her location?Wow!Riddle, is that look of surprise on your face?Do you think Shafiq won't come to your game?Ah, pain pain!Professor I was wrong!Gryffindor scored a goal!Congratulations to Gryffindor for scoring ten points! "

Fiona actually came to see his game?

Of course, this was enough to make Riddle startled.

She didn't show up in last year's game, and he didn't think about this possibility at all this year, so he didn't glance at the audience before the game.

Riddle flew to a high place, his eyes flicked across the surrounding stands, and he found Fiona in the corner of the last row of a stand—according to her size, he should not be able to see it, but the people in front of her They all avoided in a tacit understanding, jumping up and down and waving the flag for fear that he would not see him.

"Here! Riddle! Look here, your girlfriend is here!"

Fiona sat there motionless, like an antique vase being exhibited. The telescope that was originally aimed at the contestants was almost aimed at her. If the venue was changed, it was very likely that she would need to be followed by a spotlight.

It was too far away to see her expression, but Riddle could imagine that it must be a silent silence.

just feel