[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Since he can break through the ceiling of black magic, and put this research spirit into healing magic, it may not be impossible to achieve the results he hopes to obtain.

The word genius is not limited by the field.

Riddle is confident about that.

In addition to stepping out of the comfort zone of black magic and lighting up the new skills of healing magic, Riddle has to hurry up and prepare for another thing——Fiona's whereabouts during the summer vacation.

Of course, staying in a hotel is the most convenient and hassle-free option. Similarly, it is also the least likely to increase favorability.

He had to think carefully about how to do it to impress her.

……

The ordinary time is always fleeting, and the short spring has not been recollected, and summer is here.Then came the final exams. After the exams, Hogwarts students finally ushered in a two-month long vacation.

There was no suspense in the College Cup this semester, and it belonged to Slytherin, who won the Quidditch championship, just like the previous two years.

"I'm sure that the House Cup belongs to Slytherin until we graduate." On the train back, Yardley said firmly.

Avery next to him put his hands behind his head, leaned his feet on the seat and lazily corrected his words, "It's not 'us', it's Tom."

Slytherin's usual bonus points generally exceed Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and are on par with Ravenclaw. If the points added by the Quidditch champion are added, they will firmly occupy the top of the four houses.

And Riddle has proved with his strength that he is the champion of the Quidditch school competition.

Riddle, who heard their conversation, did not speak, pretending that he had no intention of quitting the team in the fourth grade at all.

Quidditch was boring, but if Fiona was willing to watch, it was worth continuing.

Seeing Yardley and Avery bicker over which pronoun was more accurate, Riddle glanced at Fiona sitting next to him.

She slept in the corner between the seat and the window as when they were sitting together on the train at first.

No one believed that she was really asleep, it was just a gesture of refusal to communicate.

——So why is she willing to let these two people in?

And isn't it uncomfortable for her to shrink like this?Can't you change your posture?

"... Tom, Tom!"

"Huh?" Riddle looked up at Yardley.

Yardley moved closer, "May I ask you, what happened during the game against Gryffindor? I always thought that Gautier looked at us strangely afterwards."

"It's nothing, I want to end the game early, and I played a little impatiently, which may not satisfy her." Riddle replied foolishly.

"Impatience?" Avery grinned. "I like that word. It has a lot of meaning."

Yardley gave him a blank look, and muttered in a low voice, "I think there's something wrong with you."

Not interested in participating in their nonsense, Riddle's attention turned to Fiona again.

Her gray head rested against the hard wall of the carriage, shaking slightly as the train moved, like a dove with its neck under its wings.

Finally, Riddle couldn't hold it back, and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to his side.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Fiona, who was leaning against his arms, looked up at him, like a pigeon startled by the wind confirming the safety of the environment, she closed her eyes again, breathing calmly.

The corner of Riddle's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the two people who faced each other with complicated expressions and kept silent. He spread the book on his lapped legs and flipped through it with one hand.

The silence and dullness in the carriage made Yardley and Avery only last for a while before slipping out and rushing out the door. It is conceivable that there will be another gossip about him after school starts.

This is probably the feeling when there are too many lice and no itching.Riddle thought nonchalantly.

After they left, Riddle also leaned back in his chair and dozed off from the sound of regular breathing in his ears. He didn't wake up until the train slowly approached the station and the long siren sounded.

Blinking his eyes twice, he looked at the crowd outside the window, a little surprised that he had slept for so long, and then looked down at Fiona in his arms, she hadn't yet opened her eyes.

"Fiona?" he called her in a low voice.

It seemed that the vibration of the chest was transmitted to the ears of the person in her arms, Fiona's body trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes drowsily.

"Are you there?" She sat up straight, her normally pale face turned pale pink from a deep sleep, and the side of Riddle's face was clearly printed by the folds of clothes and the hair under her face. of red marks.

She turned her head and looked out the window, then looked back at the empty box, and then at Riddle next to her, her face with a few strands of hair still showing a dull dull look.

A little bit - cute.

Smiling and brushing the hair off her face, Riddle said softly, "It's time to stop."

"Oh." Fiona stood up slowly.

With luggage in one hand, Riddle led her through the crowded crowd full of intimate hugs, walked out of the station, and walked into the narrow phone booth on the side of the road—it was the promise he had made when he took her to Little Hangleton that.

Looking at Fiona who followed him without saying a word, he couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you always ask me where I'm taking you?"

Fiona glanced at him, "Would you be disappointed if I said I probably guessed it?"

It hadn't occurred to Riddle that she would be unaware of his behavior, but he didn't believe she knew where.

Turning her head to Riddle's side, Fiona sniffed carefully, and said slowly: "I've been smelling it on you all this time, the smell of wood, the smell of grass, the smell of water, and Salty earthy taste."

Is she a dog nose?Riddle thought with a smile.

Fiona smiled and spoke briskly, "A certain wooden house by the lake? Am I right?"

Without answering, Riddle took out a small gold-plated key from his pocket and put it in her hand.

"Come on, clever Miss Detective," he said, smiling, "to see our new home."

Fiona raised her eyebrows slightly, stared at the key in her hand, curled up and clenched it a little bit, Riddle's palm wrapped around her hand, and whispered the spell of the portkey.

With a flash of blue light, the two people who were leaning against each other disappeared from the phone booth.

52. The second step of the strategy, you old pervert

While it was still daylight, the high and low sounds of birdsong outside like some kind of whistle rolled into Riddle's ears, waking him up.

There should be a soundproofing charm.he thought so.

Opening his eyes and glancing at the light blue morning light through the curtains, Riddle turned over and prepared to sleep for a while, when he heard a slight sound of walking outside the room.

This is an all-wood house, and the floor is also spliced ​​with solid wood, so no matter how lightly the footsteps are placed, the satin soft shoes will squeeze the wooden boards and make a slight friction sound.

——It was to capture this that the Soundproofing Charm was never released.

Immediately turning over and getting out of bed, Riddle picked up the black silk dressing gown hanging on the back of the chair and put it on, smoothed his sleep-disturbed hair with a spell, opened the door and walked out.

There was no one in the living room with two soft cloth sofas, the door of the next room was half open, there was a noise from downstairs, Riddle walked down the slightly narrow stairs with a slight creaking sound, and saw at a glance Fiona filling the copper kettle in the kitchen.

She was wearing a plain dressing gown, with a white ankle-length nightgown underneath, and wide lace sleeves falling from the wrist holding the handle of the copper pot, making her wrist look like a curving thin white flower stem.The long smoke gray hair was braided into a loose braid because of sleeping, and it looked like a bouquet of lilies of the valley hanging from the back.From the stairs, one can vaguely see a small side of her fair cheek, shrouded in a soft halo in the morning light.

The water splashed into the copper pot, and Fiona was still keenly aware of the movement behind her.

"Good morning," she said without turning her head. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yes, but it's not you, it's the bird." Riddle walked to her side and took the somewhat heavy kettle filled with water from her hand. "Today you got up as early as the bird outside the window."

"I'm a little thirsty, get up and boil some water."

The kitchen wasn't too big, and it was a bit crowded for two people to sit next to each other. Fiona turned around and sat on the wooden chair in front of the dining table.

The small table is also made of wood, with a row of short windows above it, the light is divided by the window lattice, and ink-colored staggered lines are printed on the thin-necked vase with a few wild flowers.

Fiona rested her chin and watched as Riddle lit the firewood, hung the kettle on the iron hook above the stove, and then took out tea bags, eggs, sausages, bread, and ham from the cupboard one by one.

"Last night's broth was a bit salty." Riddle took the time to turn around and shrugged apologetically to Fiona. "You've also read the cookbook on cooking spells. Some steps are too simple and abstract."

"Even if you sprinkle salt in a bowl of boiled water, I won't complain." Fiona stared at the orderly figure in front of the rough stone stove, her tone was very reasonable, "Don't offend the chef's reasoning, I still get it."

Riddle turned his back to her and let out a chuckle, "Should I praise you for your wisdom, or judge your knowledge?"

"As you please." Fiona didn't care.

Under the command of the magic wand, various ingredients are rolled in the large iron pot on the stove in an orderly manner. The aroma of protein and oil gradually released at high temperature, together with the sound of sizzling, fills the entire kitchen, and the smoke is instantly transpired. stand up.

After silently watching Riddle's tall and thin back, Fiona pushed open the window next to her, and the humid air with the smell of green grass and plants rushed in, diluting the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen.

She looked out of the window, and there was a green and clear sky outside.