[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

It is not certain whether it is really so peaceful.

He couldn't help but smile.

Thinking that she might be a little speechless and a little crazy, he was a little excited.

But it is different from the revenge mentality of wanting to see her unhappy.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood it was in. This feeling of purely wanting to relax the muscles at the corners of his mouth was too unfamiliar, making it difficult for him to define it with his own inherent cognition.

"It looks like Riddle has found his girlfriend. My God! Riddle laughed! Enough is enough! Go find the Snitch, Riddle, it's cold enough today, don't abuse us so cruelly, poor lonely, jealous single."

"Victor Finch! Get the hell out of here!"

"Professor! Give me one last chance!"

The professors and students on the commentary stand scrambled for the microphone, as if they fell to the ground, and a deafening roar came from the loudspeaker.

Everyone was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was actually the sound of thunder from the sky.

As soon as he raised his head, a drop of rain fell on Riddle's face, as if it was a signal, and immediately after, dense raindrops fell on his head and face.

But in just a few seconds, the menacing downpour drenched him from head to toe.

The rain in winter is different from the rain in summer. After getting wet, the whole body seems to have fallen into a hole in the ice. When the wind blows, the body will instinctively shiver.

Wiping the rain off his face, Riddle looked towards the stands.

The audience had expected it, and opened the umbrellas they were carrying one after another, and some directly raised their wands to form a transparent barrier.The crowd and the rain gear gathered together, and the little gray tuft disappeared from his vision.

Riddle controlled the broom and wandered around the field, looking for the Golden Snitch.

The rain was very heavy, and it was difficult to open the eyes when it was glued to the face. Once it flew up, even breathing would be blocked.It was also very dark, with visibility of only three feet. Under such harsh conditions, it was impossible to find the golden ball the size of an egg.

Even if he thinks he has extraordinary abilities, Riddle has to admit that he is still a human being, and his eyesight is only [-] at its peak. Without the aid of magic, what he cannot see is simply invisible.

As he flew past the edge of the stand where Fiona was, he couldn't help but glance again at the blocked corner.

is she gone

Is she still watching?

The rain is strong and the wind is strong, even if there is an umbrella, it can't stop it much. If you are still watching, can her paper-like body bear it?

A Quidditch match can only be declared over when the Snitch is caught, or with the consent of the captains of both teams.

The score was now 70:40, with Slytherin leading by three goals. With the proud and persistent character of the captain of Gryffindor, he would never agree to just admit defeat like this.

How can we end the game as quickly as possible?

——Of course, the premise is to win.

With heavy eyes, he glanced at the blurred outline of the stands, and a cold expression emerged from the corner of Riddle's mouth.

"Gautier."

The captain of Gryffindor turned his head to look at Riddle, who flew to her. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and the rain was dripping down his handsome face, but when his dark eyes stared at her, It still made her feel the power of being intimidated.

And I have to say that even though he looks like he just got out of the water, his pale jaw dripping with water, and the smooth lines outlined by the dark green ball uniform on his body are more attractive than others.

"What's the matter?" Gautier was not fascinated by the beauty, and prepared to dodge defensively.

Riddle smiled, "How about you admit defeat?"

Gaultier flatly refused, "Unless one of us catches the Snitch, or you concede defeat, I will not agree to end the game even if it's until tomorrow."

Seemingly not surprised by her answer, Riddle nodded slightly and said softly, "Then we will see you later."

Watching Riddle turn away from her, Gautier was a little inexplicable.

She didn't think too much about it, and concentrated on the game.It wasn't long before she heard Trufus in the distance yelling: "Mantha! Lauren hit a post and fell!"

Gautier frowned.

Lauren is the team's chaser, losing him will undoubtedly compromise a lot of combat power, and it is not known whether his injury will be serious.

At this time, she found that Riddle appeared next to her again.

"Now? Can you admit defeat?" He asked casually.

Gautier said impatiently: "I told you, don't even think about—" She paused, staring at Riddle in disbelief, "Did you hit Lauren on purpose?"

Riddle chuckled, "Shh - this is a very serious accusation, do you want me to admit it?"

His body was very cold, but Gautier's heart suddenly felt a more piercing chill.

"You—" she said through gritted teeth, "I will never admit defeat."

Riddle nodded again, "Then we, see you later."

Hearing this familiar sentence again, Gautier's bones froze to ice for an instant.

She opened her mouth, watched Riddle's figure disappear into the rain, and subconsciously comforted herself: It's okay, Riddle has always been gentle and friendly, he was just threatening, and he wouldn't really do such a despicable thing.

Floating in the air blankly for a while, Gautier saw the figure of Trufus in front of him, and he was being pinched from three sides by two Slytherin Chasers and a Batter.

Just as she was about to go up to support him, she saw that when he was sideways to avoid, his gloves wet with water slipped and he fell off the broom headfirst.

"Trufoss!" Gautier exclaimed.

no respond.

The torrential rain hit the grass, and a cloud of rain and fog rose from below. She couldn't see the current situation of her teammates at all.

Riddle slowly flew in front of her, and said softly, "Are you ready to admit defeat? Captain Gautier?"

Gautier wanted to reprimand him for his insidious methods, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and the hand holding the broom was shaking slightly.

What filled her body was not anger, but fear.

"Captain Gautier, you should know that there are very few fatal accidents in Quidditch matches, but it's not impossible." Riddle exhaled lightly in the rain, which turned into white mist, and sighed, "Today's rain, really It's too big."

So big that a lot of filth and filth will be washed away.

What is scarier than a demon appearing in front of you?

Gautier now knows.

That is to witness the holy angel, smiling with compassion, baring his vicious fangs.

"I—I admit defeat."

The game is over.

Although the subsequent scene could not be seen clearly with a telescope, when the result came out, the whole audience was still in the boiling of carnival. Everyone threw away their umbrellas and cheered and jumped in the heavy rain.

Even winning or losing has nothing to do with some people.

Riddle rode a broom and flew to the stand where Fiona was. The students in the stand all screamed "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh direction.

However, when the corner of the last row was revealed to everyone, everyone fell silent and fell into an awkward and weird silence.

Is Fiona gone?

No, she is still sitting.

It's just that there is someone sitting next to her holding an umbrella for her.

Riddle's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes dimmed.

It was Alphard Black of Slytherin.

There were rustling whispers passed between the close ears, and meaningful eyes flew back and forth in the rain.

Everyone watched this scene nervously, expectantly, and more eagerly than watching the game.

There was no pause in the pace of progress, and Riddle still had a smile like a spring breeze on his face wet from the cold rain.

He stepped on the stagnant water and walked in front of Fiona unhurriedly.

Even under such circumstances, her expression was exactly as he thought, still indifferent, like a portrait of a nymph on a canvas, only looking at her own kingdom of God, not affected by the eyes and pointers of ordinary audience.

Beside her, Alphard's umbrella was tilted over her head, and his position was just blocking the wind. Fiona's body was almost free of water, and half of Alphard's body was dripping from the corner of his robe.

His body was not in good shape, and his tightly pursed lips showed a dark purple color.

His gaze fluttered across the distance of half a fist between the two of them. Riddle didn't look at Alphard at all. While raising his wand to open the transparent umbrella, he stretched out his hand towards Fiona.

"Come here." His voice was so soft that it was almost pierced by the rain.

Fiona blinked. "Is this an order?"

"...Please." Riddle took a shallow breath and added the word with a smile.

Finally Fiona slowly put her hand on his.

With a little force, Riddle pulled Fiona up and sent her under his umbrella, like snatching a nymph from a portrait into the world, and firmly grasped her hand.

At this moment, he finally turned to Alphard, glanced slowly at his fingers clenched on the handle of the umbrella, and said politely: "Thank you, Alphard, maybe you can go to the common room to celebrate our victory. "

Alphard stood up, stared quietly at Riddle for two seconds, and said softly: "Of course, victory should always require applause."

The line of sight merged silently, soaked in rain, damp and cold.

They were all smiling warmly and friendly.

"Let's go first, see you later."

"Goodbye."

In the entire stand, and even other stands watching through the telescope, under the watchful eye of Alphard, Riddle led Fiona and walked down the steps step by step.

"Your clothes got mine wet," Fiona reminded him softly.