[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Heaviness, especially when walking alone in the corridor, I always feel that I can smell the settled dust.

Walking into the common room from the outside, Riddle saw Fiona sitting in front of the fireplace.

She was covered with a cashmere blanket on her legs, holding a mug filled with hot water, leaning on the back of the chair with loose gray hair and closed eyes, like an old lady who was over seventy years old, quietly roasting the fire.

Taking the cup from her hand from behind, Riddle put the freshly baked chestnuts from the kitchen into her hand, and then turned to her front.

There was no surprise on Fiona's face, probably smelling the aroma of roasted chestnuts from the moment he entered the door.

Putting a plate of roasted chestnuts on her lap, she took out one and stared at it for a while, rubbed her fingers on the half-opened hard shell, and looked up at Riddle.

Receiving her gaze, Riddle raised his eyebrows, "Have you eaten?"

Fiona nodded calmly.

Riddle pulled a chair and sat next to her, took the roasted chestnuts in her hand, peeled off the shell quickly with his slender fingers, and put the whole warm chestnut flesh into her palm.

Fiona put it in her mouth and took a small bite.

"How?" Riddle took another one and began to peel it.

"Not bad." Fiona took a second bite.

When she finished eating the whole thing, the roasted chestnuts on the plate had all been peeled off, round and yellow, and looked very appetizing.

So she took another one.

After eating two, she stopped eating, handed the plate to Riddle, picked up the cup and drank water while continuing to cover her hands.

Riddle took the plate and ate one, then said abruptly, "I found your biological parents."

The movement of drinking water paused, and maintained that position for two seconds. Fiona put down the water glass, looked at Riddle, and said seriously, "On purpose?"

Riddle pretended to be puzzled, "What?"

"Take it up, it's too much."

Riddle chuckled.

He really wanted to see her be surprised and lose her composure, and felt a little regretful that she didn't see the expected reaction.

"I know you have this idea, and I'm afraid that your hope will fail again, so I will help you find out first." Riddle looked at Fiona and said tactfully, "The result can't be said to be very good, nor can it be said to be bad, but, I I think you should also be mentally prepared."

Fiona's eyes fell on the blazing fire in the fireplace.

After a long silence, she said softly, "Don't worry, there won't be anything worse than what I imagined."

50. Raiders step monster, lost

Since the late Victorian period, Wimpole Street in London, together with Harley Street in the same district, has become the place where many famous medical scientists live, work and open private clinics.

One thing Mrs. Cole remembered was wrong. The Gigers did not live here, but Mr. Giger's clinic opened here.

The clinic was originally opened by the old Giger, who passed away a few years ago, and the son inherited his father's business and passed it on to Mr. Giger.The father and son's medical skills and character are quite good, and the fees are also very reasonable, so there are quite a lot of people who come to this clinic to see patients.

And recently, more and more people come here to see a doctor.

The bombing over London has not stopped. Those injured in the air raids cannot get into the hospital, and many people have no money to go to the hospital. Their money is basically destroyed along with their houses.

As for the free voluntary hospitals established by the church, on the one hand, they are not capable of treating patients with serious conditions, and on the other hand, they are already overloaded and paralyzed.

At this time, the Giger Clinic, which reduced the consultation and medical expenses, became the only hope for many desperate people to survive.

With the help of the Confusion and Ignoring Charms, Riddle led Fiona into Giger's Clinic.

The small house was full of people.

The first floor became a temporary first aid place, and all the patients were crowded together.Missing arms and broken legs are the conditions of most of the patients here, and some of them have minor or severe burns. The most serious ones are wrapped in bandages all over their bodies, and the two exposed nostrils are dying.

What can be heard in the ears are sad crying, painful groans, and comforting voices from the family members of the same company. What lingers in the nose is the smell of blood, rancidity and strong disinfectant.

There is no doubt that this is the world, but people can't help but feel confused, what is the difference between the world and hell.

Riddle had witnessed the tragic situation caused by the war countless times. In his eyes, the scene in front of him could only be regarded as ordinary, and it did not arouse any emotion in him.

He looked sideways at Fiona, who was staring momentarily at a middle-aged man passing among the patients.

His temples are prematurely graying, but it can be seen that the originally blond man is wearing a tweed suit and a white coat, with a stethoscope hanging on his chest, and is skillfully fixing the splint on a broken arm of a wounded man. While instructing the nurse next to him to change the dressing of the patient with festering wound.

Without Riddle pointing it out, Fiona accurately recognized the identity of that person—that was her biological father.

Bloodline is really overbearing.Riddle couldn't help thinking.

Like him, who looked almost exactly like the Muggle father he hated, and seeing this man, he could immediately know where Fiona's forehead and jawline, the shape of her eyes, and her original hair color came from.

If these two people stand together, no one will not think that they are family members of the same blood.

After casting the Soundproofing Charm, Riddle whispered to Fiona: "His name is Bernhard Giger, he studied at the University of London Medical School, and he worked as a clerk at St. Bartholomew's Hospital before inheriting this clinic. Doctor. After your accident, he spent a long time looking for you, and he quit his job at the hospital because of it."

Aside from income from the clinic — which earns very little, Mr Giger’s main income comes from ancestral fields and farms, as well as other properties, which are leased out.Therefore, the Giger family's family background can not be said to be rich, but it can also be regarded as wealthy.

This is also the confidence for him to carry out charitable acts.

Fiona didn't speak.

At this time, there was the sound of hurried footsteps going downstairs, and a red-haired woman with short hair cut to the ears poked her head out from the handrail of the stairs.

"Bourne, Mr. Thurston's starting to twitch!" she cried anxiously.

If Fiona's profile resembled Mr. Giger's, her features were almost a replica of this woman.With blue eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips, even though the corners of her eyes are wrinkled due to age, she still looks very beautiful and charming.

But compared to Fiona, who was pale and thin, with lazy eyebrows and eyes, she was healthier and fuller, and her neat short hair style also made her look capable and determined.Just a quick glance, you can feel that this is an attractive woman.

If Fiona takes good care of her body, will she look like this in the future?

Riddle couldn't help thinking about it.

He set the woman's eyes on Fiona, and immediately stopped thinking about it because of the weirdness full of disobedience.

After saying this, she hurried up again.

Mr. Giger quickly tied a knot in the bandage, and got up at once to climb the stairs quickly.

"Her name is Alisa Giger, before..." Riddle was about to explain the details about her, when a low voice from the side interrupted him.

"This nurse is so beautiful." The old woman who was changing the dressing said in admiration.

The nurse who changed her dressing gave a low cough, "Mrs. Giger used to be a very popular opera singer."

"It turned out to be Dr. Giger's wife, and she was really right."

"Who says it's not? You can't find a more kind-hearted couple than them."

"Yeah, when I went to the church's voluntary hospital, the attitude of those monks was not so arrogant."

"Hush—" the nurse glanced at the empty stairs, and said in a low voice, "don't mention the church here."

"Ah, why?"

After hesitating for a moment, the nurse said in a very low voice: "The Giger couple's daughter was snatched away on the way to the church to be baptized."

"What?" The old woman turned pale in shock.

The nurse shook her head and sighed, "They passed by the orphanage on their way to the church. Mrs. Giger was kind-hearted, so she got out of the car to donate money, but after she got out, she didn't walk very far... The police car speculated that the prisoner might have been in the orphanage originally. Staring at the children in the orphanage. After the accident, they donated a lot of money to the church, and went to the church every day to pray that the lost daughter could be found, but...now, they don't go to church anymore... oh..."

Thinking of her child, the old woman couldn't help but wiped the corners of her eyes.

"In this world, why do good people suffer so much more than bad people?" She sighed.

The nurse's tone was flat: "What can we do? We can only accept our fate."

Accept fate?

Riddle sneered inwardly.

Since fate bullies the good and fears the evil, don't expect it to treat you leniently through obedience and obedience. Only by disobeying it, trampling it, driving it, and becoming the most evil, can it retract its sharp teeth in fear and turn to you. Be the dominated sheep.

"Meh." The system said.

Riddle: "..."

He pretended not to hear.

Speaking of which, what would happen if Fiona had not been snatched away by Shafik, but had grown up smoothly in Giger's house?

Riddle observed Fiona's expression out of the corner of her eye—her eyes were downcast, her expression blurred and empty.

As kind, generous, upright, and gentle as that couple?

He didn't like any of these words.

If she is like that, the system may not arrange her as a task target that needs to be cleared at all-no challenge.

"That's right