[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Glancing at the arms of the two tightly pressed together, Riddle said with satisfaction, "I'm sharing my victory with you."

"Need my applause?"

"Of course not, this belongs to you."

"I meant to say—"

Riddle looked at her sideways, and she raised her hand to wipe the water from his eyelashes.

"I love the look on your face when you get off the broom."

Fiona stared at him deeply, and said softly, "I really like it."

Gautier's terrified expression flashed in his mind, and Riddle kissed her wet fingertips.

"That's exactly the trophy I wanted," he laughed.

49. Raiders No.40 Nine-step intersection, how many are there?

After entering December, even if Christmas falls at the end of the month, all the students start to riot at the beginning of the month.

Everyone was discussing how to arrange the holidays, and Riddle was also thinking about this issue.

He wondered where Fiona would go.

With the help of several enthusiastic professors - Dumbledore, of course - and the Ministry of Magic, the Shafik Mansion has basically been restored to its original appearance. Although the damage to the magic items is irreversible, the house is already livable.

Riddle was very upset about this. From what he knew about Fiona, although she didn't show it on her face, she must have some gratitude for Dumbledore's helping hand in her heart, just like the lame man in Riddle's house. Legs like a gardener.

If his spell level hadn't been locked, he would have been able to restore the Shafiq Mansion that night, and it would be Dumbledore's turn to be the good guy.

"I heard you right," the system said, "Your desire to win has developed to the point where you want to compete with Dumbledore for the status of 'good guy'?"

Riddle originally wanted to correct the system's misunderstanding, but after thinking about it, he was too lazy to open his mouth. Anyway, the system didn't care what he said at all, it just found every opportunity to satirize him.

"No, I care. I haven't heard you 'shut up' in such a long time, I miss you so much."

The system responded with a sneer.

The Shafiq mansion has been repaired, but I don't know if Fiona is willing to go back to live.

After knowing the truth about her life experience, would she still want to go back to that house full of unbearable memories?If she didn't want to go back to Shafiq Mansion, she could choose to stay at school for Christmas, but what about summer vacation?Where can she go?

Riddle couldn't help thinking that he had applied to stay in school during his school days, but was rejected. In the end, he could only go back to the orphanage. Facing the disgusted expressions of the Muggles, listening to the shortage of food and medicine caused by the war, he was praying. In the voice, weeping step by step towards the fear of death.

At that time, what about Fiona?Her character wouldn't even apply to the Headmaster, and where else could she go but Shafiq House and Hogwarts?

A thought suddenly popped into Riddle's mind.

Could she have been to Wu's Orphanage?

After learning that she was robbed at the gate of the orphanage, would she want to go there to find news about her biological parents?

of course!She was the one who could run to Little Hangleton with a house-elf at the age of six or seven.

So she might have walked slowly through the atrium under his window, in a cloak, while he sat by the window, absorbed in the pages of the books on the Dark Arts.

Perhaps she had walked indifferently through the corridor outside his door amidst those moans of pain and desperate cries when he blocked his ears impatiently.

Or maybe, she once hid in the shadow at the corner of the corridor, silently watching him stepping up the stairs, throwing that small piece of dry black bread carelessly in his hand.

In the end, how many unknown intersections did they have that seemed to be densely covered with cobwebs in places he hadn't noticed?

Twirling his slightly numb fingertips, Riddle took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

……

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Cole tightened her smock that was leaking cotton wool, and walked to her office with tired steps.

She was going to have a drink before going to bed—the bottle of gin was down to the bottom, and she didn't have the luxury to buy bad wine like she used to when the air raids started, and she couldn't bear to finish the bottle that was left.But today she was too tired and wanted to sip some wine so that she could fall asleep smoothly.

Opening the door, she took two slow steps inside before she realized in the flickering candlelight—the orphanage had been cut off for a long time, and they were all lit by candles now, and it was absolutely impossible for her not to leave the office without Blow out the candles.

She suddenly turned her head and stared at the black figure sitting at the desk, almost screaming.

"Hush——" The man who had been sitting in the shadows for an unknown amount of time raised his head, revealing a slightly reflective, pale face in the dim candlelight, his dark eyes were dancing with candle flames, and he looked straight at the person who was coming. It was still frighteningly cold.

"No matter how desperate a thief or robber is, he wouldn't think of stealing from an orphanage full of epidemics, Mrs. Cole." He said mockingly.

This familiar and harsh tone of voice, who else but Riddle?

Moving along her chest, Mrs. Cole was a little annoyed, but also took two steps back towards the door in fear.

Although the person sitting inside was not a thief, she felt that that person was more terrifying than a thief.

She forcefully questioned: "My door is locked, how did you get in? Shouldn't you be studying in your school? Did you get expelled?"

"The door is locked?" Riddle raised his hand, and the door behind Mrs. Cole slammed shut with a sound of locking.

He nodded slightly and said with satisfaction: "It's locked now."

Mrs. Cole's almost blurted shout was blocked by wheezing gasps. She pressed her back against the door panel and pulled the doorknob with trembling hands. The wooden door seemed to be chained and could not be pulled at all. open.

She looked at Riddle with disgust and fear, her voice trembling unreasonably, "You—what do you want to do?"

Riddle snorted uninterestedly, and said lazily, "Don't worry, you are not worth what I can do to you. I'm just inquiring about a small matter with you."

Getting up from the creaking chair, he walked to the cabinet next to him, and tapped lightly on the cabinet door with his wand.

"I just searched, and there are only records of people who have donated to the orphanage for nearly ten years?" Riddle asked.

Mrs. Cole was stunned for a moment, "Yes, there is no room for so many files in the cabinet, and there is no need to keep them from so long ago. Many papers have been eaten by moths or rotted."

She wondered, "Why are you asking this?"

Riedel snorted, did not answer her question, and continued to ask: "In the winter of 1926 or early 1927, a young couple brought their children to the orphanage to make donations, but the child was snatched away on the way back. Do you have any impression?"

"Ah," Mrs. Cole blurted out without recalling it at all, "Of course I remember! Just over a month after you came to the orphanage, it was published in the newspaper for several days at that time, and the police searched back and forth on this road for several times. The good-hearted husband and wife cried so pitifully. Afterwards, they came to donate several times, and the surrounding churches also donated all over, just to accumulate blessings, and begged God to let them find their daughter. "

She couldn't help but made the sign of the cross on her chest, and sighed: "May God bless them. Hateful robbers! Even if it's extortion, at least give them back the child."

After a moment of silence, Riddle asked softly, "What's the couple's last name? Where do they live?"

Mrs. Cole gave Riddle a suspicious look. She wanted to ask him why he was suddenly interested in this matter, but she could tell from his manner that he would not answer any of her questions.

"Gigger——if I remember correctly, it should be the Giger and his wife." Mrs. Cole thought slowly, "Who remembers where they live..."

Riddle walked up to Mrs. Cole, and with the wand in his hand, he pointed casually at the dying candles on the table, and the cluster of flames that were about to be extinguished suddenly blazed brightly.

He stared at Mrs. Cole's terrified expression, and seemed to be very patient and said in a soft voice: "Since it is such a sensational thing, how can I not have an impression? Think again, Mrs. Cole, this is very important to me... ..."

"My God..." Mrs. Cole groaned, her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand.

The pair of deep black pupils staring closely at her eyes gave her a feeling that her soul was being searched. It seemed that the next second the devil in front of her would pick out her soul with the evil stick in her hand and bring her to hell in the abyss.

Barely using the door panel to support her sliding body, Mrs. Cole racked her brains to recall.

"Wait a minute... I've heard of... By the way, it should be Wimpole Street, yes, it's there, I remember Mr. Giger is a doctor-doctors like to live there. Exactly where I really don’t know which road is which, even if the file is still there, I won’t remember it.”

After getting the desired information, Riddle showed a happy smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cole," he said politely, taking two steps back, "Excuse me, goodbye."

As soon as the voice fell, the flickering candle went out with a "poof", and at the same time there was a "snap" like a snap of fingers, and the thick darkness instantly flooded the entire room.

After holding her breath and waiting for a while in the dead silence, Mrs. Cole's frantically blinking eyes finally adjusted to the sudden dim light.

There was no one in the room except her.

She was suddenly relieved and fell to the ground.

……

The Christmas holidays began, and the students who went home boarded the train, and the school suddenly became empty and silent.

Lost the vitality of a young child, this thousand-year-old castle finally revealed the vicissitudes of life