[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Isn't it better for you? "The system asked, "Being able to complete tasks easily is more unbearable than not being able to see other people's misfortunes?" "

Not so!

"That is how the matter?"

After thinking for a while, Riddle didn't realize why he was dissatisfied.

The system said meaningfully: "Could it be——you can only accept the current mission goal, but not other people?"

"……To shut up."

The consultation lasted until late at night. After dealing with all the patients who were in urgent need of treatment, Mr. and Mrs. Giger told the nurse who stayed in the clinic to keep watch at night, and got into a black T-car parked at the door.

— This mode of transport is now common in Muggle society.

Having already found out where they were going back to, Riddle took Fiona's apparition directly and appeared on another quiet street.

Not far away is a road sign, which says Mister Road.In front of him was a detached villa surrounded by a neat fence, and the number three was posted on the fence door.The red brick walls and white window frames look elegant and beautiful.The courtyard was paved with lawns and planted with flowers and plants. Although it is now covered with snow, it can be seen from the well-trimmed shrubs that the courtyard is well-maintained.

Looking over the slightly swaying swing hanging under the oak tree in the yard, Fiona said with certainty, "They have a baby again."

"No." Riddle denied.

Rarely, Fiona showed a surprised and confused expression, as if she didn't understand why her deduction was wrong.

Riddle didn't explain.

After waiting for a while, Mr. Giger drove the car into the yard, and the maid who heard the noise opened the gate. The Giger couple walked in and handed her the clothes they had taken off.

The maid was busy hanging up things, the door was left open for a while, and Riddle and Fiona followed silently into the house.

The couple, who had been working all day, leaned tiredly on the sofa, waved to the maid who wanted to make tea for them, and signaled her to leave them alone and go to sleep.

After the maid left, Mrs. Giger put her head on Mr. Giger's shoulder, and Mr. Giger naturally wrapped her arms around her, and they closed their eyes and snuggled together.

"We're running out of painkillers and anti-inflammatories," Mrs. Giger said softly.

Mr. Giger let out a sleepy "hmm", "I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to see if I can still buy it."

"Soiled mattresses also have to be sent for cleaning and disinfection."

"It's really too late, so we can only make do with it first."

Neither of them spoke, and the living room fell silent.

Riddle and Fiona, who stood opposite them, were momentarily embarrassed.

This atmosphere is really too warm and soft, even without any ambiguous words and actions, it is more affectionate and lingering than the sweet love words of passionate couples.

But those two were Fiona's parents.

Riddle has never had a sense of morality, but in this case, it is weird to stare directly at Fiona's parents, and the hand that wants to go to Rafiona is a little bit out of reach.

Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Fiona, who watched the codependent couple with a small smile on her face.

Fortunately, the stalemate did not last long, and Mrs. Giger pushed her husband away.

"It's getting late, go wash and sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"it is good."

Mr. Giger was about to hold his wife's arm, but he heard her say, "I'll go and see Fiona. She always likes to kick the quilt when she sleeps. Don't catch a cold at this time."

Mr. Giger's smiling expression froze.

Fiona opened her eyes slightly, and turned to look at Riddle.

Riddle said softly: "Mrs. Giger, your mother, after you were lost for a year, she suddenly had a delusional imagination when she was overwhelmed with grief. She thought that her daughter was not taken away, and you were still with her." around."

It's hard to describe Fiona's expression in the next second.

Her lips were tightly pursed, her nose wrinkled slightly, as if she wanted to cry, but her eyes shone again, and they curled up as if laughing.

She stared at the Giggles with greedy and longing eyes that Riddle had never seen before, as if she was about to release her invisibility and walk up to recognize each other in the next second.

But she still didn't move in the end.

And Mr. Giger was only stiff for a moment, but he still held his wife's arm, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm with you."

Showing a "I knew it" expression to her husband, Mrs. Giger showed a girlish playfulness in the tail wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

Arm in arm, the two went upstairs cautiously like thieves, Riddle and Fiona following behind them, watching them open a door gently and tiptoe in.

This is a very girly room, with purple and pink floral wallpapers, beautiful landscape oil paintings, combs, hair accessories and some necklaces and bracelets on the delicate dressing table, and the four corners at the end of the bed. A white dressing gown hung on the clothes stool, and a pair of white lace morning shoes were placed in front of the four-poster bed with white curtains.

It seems that there really is such a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in this room, so lively and lovely.

"Look at her, she doesn't sleep well," Mrs. Giger whispered, laughing at the empty four-poster bed.

She held a corner of the quilt and twisted it, as if covering someone's outstretched arm, and stretched out her hand in the void, as if stroking someone's hair.

"When she wakes up tomorrow morning, we are gone again, and she will be angry if we don't see us." Mrs. Giger said to herself with a smile, "This gift should make up for her. Just buy back the music box she wants most."

Mr. Giger looked at her with a complex expression, both helpless and sad, and some indulgence that he was used to.

"Okay," he said softly, "don't wake Fiona up, let's go."

Mrs. Giger, who had always behaved like ordinary people, finally showed some abnormality of sanity at this time.

She reluctantly looked back at the four-poster bed with the curtains, and muttered, "I have to bake her two slices of bread tomorrow morning. School is closed. She must be bored at home by herself, but I have to tell Shan Na, don't let her go out, it's too messy outside now. The dim sum shop she likes to eat is closed. I'll take some time to go to another shop tomorrow to have a look. I don't know if she likes other cookies or not... ..."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Giger patiently echoed one by one.

The door of the room was gently closed amidst the chatter, and this well-decorated girl's bedroom was instantly immersed in darkness.

The two people who stayed in the room did not speak, and could only hear each other's faint breathing.

After a while, Riddle shook out the fluorescent light on his wand. The moment the room was lit up, he saw a glimmer of light reflected in Fiona's eyes, but when he stared at it, there was only a pair of stretched and satisfied eyes. , happy eyebrows.

She walked to the dressing table, picked up those overly fancy accessories and fiddled with them for a while, then walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and looked at the brightly colored dresses inside.

Finally, she walked to the bed, sat down slowly on the soft and fluffy bed, carefully hugged the plush rabbit toy placed next to the pillow, and gently kneaded its long hanging ears .

She lowered her head, looking as if she was really the little girl who was infinitely wronged because she didn't wait for her parents to come home.

For a moment, Riddle actually felt that even if Fiona really became like this, it seemed that it was not impossible.

Just as he was trying to figure out what to say to impress her, Fiona put the fluffy bunny back in its place.

She stood up, her expression returned to her previous dullness, and she said in a steady tone: "Take me to the yard."

Riddle didn't know what she was going to do, but he still held her hand and teleported to the garden.

Creaking through the snow, Fiona walked to the oak tree step by step, and sat on the wooden swing.She grabbed the hemp ropes on both sides, kicked her feet and swayed slightly.

Following her movements, the snow on the oak tree fell in a rustle, and Riddle condensed his umbrella and stood behind her to block the falling snow for her.

Fiona looked up into the only room in the house that was lit, and occasionally a figure passed behind the drawn curtains.

After a while, the lights went out.

The whole house was darkened.

Fiona stopped shaking.

She stared at the window, as if she wanted to see the dawn like this forever.

"Tom," she said softly.

"I'm here." Riddle put away the umbrella and bent slightly.

"Do me a favor."

Hell, is she still so polite?

Riddle said softly, "Say it."

"To them..." After a pause, Fiona continued, "Just forget about it."

In the darkness, Riddle who was standing behind Fiona smiled silently.

This was a decision that didn't surprise him, and was exactly what he wanted.

Before coming, Riddle thought about how Fiona might react.

Compared with Merope Gaunt and that Muggle Riddle, this couple is simply the perfect ideal parents.They are rich in assets, benevolent in character, and have excellent knowledge and education.He has always been dismissive of Muggles, and he has to admit that they are the few Muggles who make him feel that they have some value.

And most importantly, after so many years, they still miss their daughter. Even if Fiona is a witch now, they don't even go to church, so they probably don't care about it.

They will treat their lost and found daughter like a treasure, like the imaginary daughter