[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord
Chapter 67
The lake, the lake is surrounded by undulating and rolling green hills. At this time, the lake is filled with mist, and the clouds and mist are entwined on the mountainside. Two red-beaked long-tailed birds chased and disappeared into the smoke and clouds.There is a faint shadow in the distance, which seems to be a cargo ship transporting supplies. In the extremely empty silence, the sound of oars seems distant and approaching.
Under the light blue morning light, everything seemed hazy like a dream.
The subtle sound of dishes colliding startled Fiona, she turned her head and saw the dinner plate was falling in front of her like a feather, and the steaming copper kettle was held by invisible hands, gurgling towards it. Pour water into the teapot, and the tea bags in the teapot are not filled with tea leaves, but dried flowers and fruits. When the boiling water is poured, a sweet fragrance will come out.
Riddle smiled at her at the stairs, "Eat first, I'll go up and wash up."
Staring at her back and disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Fiona held the teacup, sniffing the sweet fragrance and blowing the hot air slowly.
When the tea was not so hot, Riddle changed into a white shirt and a navy blue knitted cardigan and went downstairs, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Fiona.
Glancing at the untouched dinner plate in front of her, he picked up the knife and fork with a smile, "I still want to wait until you finish talking about your experience of tasting it before deciding whether to eat it or not."
Fiona took a sip of her tea and said slowly, "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
The two sat opposite each other and began to eat breakfast. There was only the sound of knives and forks touching the plate on the table. It was only the third day since they came here, but they were very used to this silent atmosphere and were happy to do so.
Neither Riddle nor Fiona felt the need for lively social chatter to bond and deepen their relationship.
After breakfast, Riddle was very satisfied with the half-empty dinner plate in front of Fiona. He waved his wand, and the dinner plates of the two floated into the sink in a line, cleaned automatically, and then neatly stacked into the cabinet.
It was a good thing he was using a different wand during the holidays, otherwise his wand would probably strike in protest with all the chores and culinary magic.
——Although if the wand really has self-consciousness, it should break itself when it is stained with cream to express resentment.
But there was no other way, the house elves were left in the Shafiq mansion by Fiona, could they still count on Fiona to take care of their daily life?
Thinking of the house elf, Riddle was a little curious whether Fiona had told it the truth about her life experience. He thought she would be able to tell it given her character, but he didn't know whether the loyal inhuman beast would be able to tell it. Instead, he will despise his former master.
Is it staying in Shafiq Mansion because of Fiona's order, or is it no longer willing to obey her?
If it is the latter, you can find an opportunity to solve it.Riddle thought casually and vindictively.
"Going for a walk?" He asked routinely.
Taking a walk after meals is their daily habit these days.
Fiona nodded, "I'm going to change."
This time it was Riddle's turn to watch Fiona go upstairs.
While waiting, he also looked out the window.
The clear smoke on the lake has gradually dissipated, revealing the clear water with rippling blue waves, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside are also rising upwards. On the other side of the lake, a row of wooden houses built by mountains and water can be seen here and there.
This is a remote small village in Austria, with only a few hundred residents, who make a living by digging salt soil, that is, the salt mine behind the wooden house. Due to the limitation of the geographical environment, the communication with the outside world is mainly by boat, so the whole European continent is full of wars. Now, this place has become a small and peaceful pure land.
The reason why he knew such an inaccessible place was because Riddle heard that Grindelwald and his followers had conducted black magic human experiments here when he was traveling, and he came here to check it out, but it turned out to be just a rumor.
At that time, he didn't have much leisure time to appreciate the scenery of mountains and rivers, so he left without staying. Now that he has too much free time, he can calm down and take a look no matter whether it is out of initiative or forced.
Of course, what he sees is clouds and water, and what he thinks about is himself, and sometimes Fiona.
After the first Horcrux was made, his actions were almost driven by instinct, causing him to find it difficult to look directly at that beast-like self in retrospect.
It’s not that he lost his mind. At that time, he was also sober and thoughtful, but it was like a broken mirror that could only reflect a partial image. His thoughts and behaviors were split into incomplete jigsaw puzzles, and he would never be able to realize this. a little.
It's time to think about what he wants to do and how to do it.
After a while, Fiona came downstairs.
She changed into a calf-length light blue Peter Pan collar cotton skirt, white stockings and black suede boots, a goose yellow fringed shawl on her shoulders, her long hair half tied up, looking gentle and peaceful .
——This is also the impression that everyone in this small village has of her.
Getting up, Riddle stood at the door. When Fiona approached, he stretched out his hand. After the two hands were naturally clasped together, the two walked down the steps side by side.
Going out is the lakeside covered with grass, the grass is ankle high, and it is still wet with dew. After a few steps, the fabric around the ankle will be wet-this is why Fiona puts on short boots.
The sun has risen, and the soft golden light has driven away all the fog, and the waves are rippling with brilliance.
They walked slowly along the lake without saying a word, and Fiona would bend down from time to time to pick some beautiful wild flowers to replace the ones in the vase, and Riddle waved his wand to help her drive away the mosquitoes around her.
When I walked to the pier where the wooden houses gathered, I happened to see the residents of the village surrounding the cargo ship to pick out the supplies they needed.
A middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf saw two people approaching and immediately waved to them.
"Good morning, two little guys, the fresh goods just arrived, come and see." She greeted enthusiastically in German with a strong accent.
The others also stared at them in unison.
In such a small closed place, outsiders always attracted everyone's attention and discussion, especially the image of the two of them was particularly eye-catching.
When they first arrived, someone inquired about their identities, but Fiona solved it before Riddle could do anything, and now everyone in this small village believes that they are relatives of a certain merchant who has dealings with this village, and they come here to spend their summer vacation.
Fiona's German was limited to the few sentences she learned from Riddle when she was brainwashing the villagers. After listening to Riddle's translation, she asked, "Are there any books?"
There are books in the wooden house. Riddle has prepared a lot of books on spell analysis or alchemy research that he thinks are good. Unfortunately, Fiona's interest in this aspect does not seem to agree with him.
Hearing Riddle's question, the crew immediately said yes, "But they were all picked up from the best-selling bookshelf, and I don't know what's written in them."
The man pulled out three or four books and handed them to Riddle.
After asking for some daily necessities, Riddle paid the money, politely thanked the enthusiastic woman for her repeated invitations to visit her house, and the two turned and walked back.
Seeing Fiona staring at the cover written in German, he smiled and said, "Do you know her?"
"November," Fiona said, pointing to a word.
Riedel took a look, and indeed, November in German is the same word as November in English.
"Shall I teach you German?"
"is it hard?"
"Easier than snake language."
"It doesn't sound too difficult."
Riddle raised an eyebrow at Fiona, and Fiona blinked at him and cocked her lips.
"You are very suitable to be a teacher." Fiona commented in a pertinent tone, "Have you thought about becoming a professor after graduation?"
This sentence brought back not-so-good memories for Riddle. He said not very enthusiastically: "If my application is not rejected."
If he were to write a job application this time, Dumbledore would probably not get in the way anymore, but just because he knew the result, he lost interest instead.
He has always been reluctant to do things that do not give him the desire to challenge and conquer.
Fiona shot him a look. "Maybe you can start a school yourself so no one can turn you down."
After being stunned for a moment, Riddle laughed loudly, "Good idea!"
Building a new wizarding school that compares to Hogwarts sounds more fulfilling.
"But you're not very interested. Of course, your goal was never to teach." Fiona said sharply.
"Then what do you think are my interests and goals?" Riddle wanted to know what Fiona saw of him.
Stopping, Fiona looked at the mountains in the distance and the few swans swimming in the reflection of the lake, and said after a moment of silence, "I used to think that your interest is to destroy, whether it is good or bad, Your goal is to rule regardless of race or class."
Pretty accurate.Riddle almost couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.
"Before?" he asked.
"Now," Fiona paused subtly, "I won't know until you are sure."
Is he different now?
"I remember you said that I am a dead flame, which has been frozen." After Riddle asked, he had some expectation and some resistance from which he didn't know where he came from, and he waited for Fiona's reaction in ambivalence answer.
She turned to look at him with a strange, cheerful emotion in her eyes.
She stretched out her hand, facing his face with the palm of her hand as if to block the glare of the sun, and then slowly closed her fist.
"You're hot," she said.
He clearly knew that her words were not ambiguous, but when he touched Fiona's eager eyes with dangerous intentions, his body still uncontrollably and truly burned.
so terrible.he thinks.The physical desire of adolescent boys is simply more explosive than that thrown by Germany.
Under the light blue morning light, everything seemed hazy like a dream.
The subtle sound of dishes colliding startled Fiona, she turned her head and saw the dinner plate was falling in front of her like a feather, and the steaming copper kettle was held by invisible hands, gurgling towards it. Pour water into the teapot, and the tea bags in the teapot are not filled with tea leaves, but dried flowers and fruits. When the boiling water is poured, a sweet fragrance will come out.
Riddle smiled at her at the stairs, "Eat first, I'll go up and wash up."
Staring at her back and disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Fiona held the teacup, sniffing the sweet fragrance and blowing the hot air slowly.
When the tea was not so hot, Riddle changed into a white shirt and a navy blue knitted cardigan and went downstairs, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Fiona.
Glancing at the untouched dinner plate in front of her, he picked up the knife and fork with a smile, "I still want to wait until you finish talking about your experience of tasting it before deciding whether to eat it or not."
Fiona took a sip of her tea and said slowly, "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
The two sat opposite each other and began to eat breakfast. There was only the sound of knives and forks touching the plate on the table. It was only the third day since they came here, but they were very used to this silent atmosphere and were happy to do so.
Neither Riddle nor Fiona felt the need for lively social chatter to bond and deepen their relationship.
After breakfast, Riddle was very satisfied with the half-empty dinner plate in front of Fiona. He waved his wand, and the dinner plates of the two floated into the sink in a line, cleaned automatically, and then neatly stacked into the cabinet.
It was a good thing he was using a different wand during the holidays, otherwise his wand would probably strike in protest with all the chores and culinary magic.
——Although if the wand really has self-consciousness, it should break itself when it is stained with cream to express resentment.
But there was no other way, the house elves were left in the Shafiq mansion by Fiona, could they still count on Fiona to take care of their daily life?
Thinking of the house elf, Riddle was a little curious whether Fiona had told it the truth about her life experience. He thought she would be able to tell it given her character, but he didn't know whether the loyal inhuman beast would be able to tell it. Instead, he will despise his former master.
Is it staying in Shafiq Mansion because of Fiona's order, or is it no longer willing to obey her?
If it is the latter, you can find an opportunity to solve it.Riddle thought casually and vindictively.
"Going for a walk?" He asked routinely.
Taking a walk after meals is their daily habit these days.
Fiona nodded, "I'm going to change."
This time it was Riddle's turn to watch Fiona go upstairs.
While waiting, he also looked out the window.
The clear smoke on the lake has gradually dissipated, revealing the clear water with rippling blue waves, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside are also rising upwards. On the other side of the lake, a row of wooden houses built by mountains and water can be seen here and there.
This is a remote small village in Austria, with only a few hundred residents, who make a living by digging salt soil, that is, the salt mine behind the wooden house. Due to the limitation of the geographical environment, the communication with the outside world is mainly by boat, so the whole European continent is full of wars. Now, this place has become a small and peaceful pure land.
The reason why he knew such an inaccessible place was because Riddle heard that Grindelwald and his followers had conducted black magic human experiments here when he was traveling, and he came here to check it out, but it turned out to be just a rumor.
At that time, he didn't have much leisure time to appreciate the scenery of mountains and rivers, so he left without staying. Now that he has too much free time, he can calm down and take a look no matter whether it is out of initiative or forced.
Of course, what he sees is clouds and water, and what he thinks about is himself, and sometimes Fiona.
After the first Horcrux was made, his actions were almost driven by instinct, causing him to find it difficult to look directly at that beast-like self in retrospect.
It’s not that he lost his mind. At that time, he was also sober and thoughtful, but it was like a broken mirror that could only reflect a partial image. His thoughts and behaviors were split into incomplete jigsaw puzzles, and he would never be able to realize this. a little.
It's time to think about what he wants to do and how to do it.
After a while, Fiona came downstairs.
She changed into a calf-length light blue Peter Pan collar cotton skirt, white stockings and black suede boots, a goose yellow fringed shawl on her shoulders, her long hair half tied up, looking gentle and peaceful .
——This is also the impression that everyone in this small village has of her.
Getting up, Riddle stood at the door. When Fiona approached, he stretched out his hand. After the two hands were naturally clasped together, the two walked down the steps side by side.
Going out is the lakeside covered with grass, the grass is ankle high, and it is still wet with dew. After a few steps, the fabric around the ankle will be wet-this is why Fiona puts on short boots.
The sun has risen, and the soft golden light has driven away all the fog, and the waves are rippling with brilliance.
They walked slowly along the lake without saying a word, and Fiona would bend down from time to time to pick some beautiful wild flowers to replace the ones in the vase, and Riddle waved his wand to help her drive away the mosquitoes around her.
When I walked to the pier where the wooden houses gathered, I happened to see the residents of the village surrounding the cargo ship to pick out the supplies they needed.
A middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf saw two people approaching and immediately waved to them.
"Good morning, two little guys, the fresh goods just arrived, come and see." She greeted enthusiastically in German with a strong accent.
The others also stared at them in unison.
In such a small closed place, outsiders always attracted everyone's attention and discussion, especially the image of the two of them was particularly eye-catching.
When they first arrived, someone inquired about their identities, but Fiona solved it before Riddle could do anything, and now everyone in this small village believes that they are relatives of a certain merchant who has dealings with this village, and they come here to spend their summer vacation.
Fiona's German was limited to the few sentences she learned from Riddle when she was brainwashing the villagers. After listening to Riddle's translation, she asked, "Are there any books?"
There are books in the wooden house. Riddle has prepared a lot of books on spell analysis or alchemy research that he thinks are good. Unfortunately, Fiona's interest in this aspect does not seem to agree with him.
Hearing Riddle's question, the crew immediately said yes, "But they were all picked up from the best-selling bookshelf, and I don't know what's written in them."
The man pulled out three or four books and handed them to Riddle.
After asking for some daily necessities, Riddle paid the money, politely thanked the enthusiastic woman for her repeated invitations to visit her house, and the two turned and walked back.
Seeing Fiona staring at the cover written in German, he smiled and said, "Do you know her?"
"November," Fiona said, pointing to a word.
Riedel took a look, and indeed, November in German is the same word as November in English.
"Shall I teach you German?"
"is it hard?"
"Easier than snake language."
"It doesn't sound too difficult."
Riddle raised an eyebrow at Fiona, and Fiona blinked at him and cocked her lips.
"You are very suitable to be a teacher." Fiona commented in a pertinent tone, "Have you thought about becoming a professor after graduation?"
This sentence brought back not-so-good memories for Riddle. He said not very enthusiastically: "If my application is not rejected."
If he were to write a job application this time, Dumbledore would probably not get in the way anymore, but just because he knew the result, he lost interest instead.
He has always been reluctant to do things that do not give him the desire to challenge and conquer.
Fiona shot him a look. "Maybe you can start a school yourself so no one can turn you down."
After being stunned for a moment, Riddle laughed loudly, "Good idea!"
Building a new wizarding school that compares to Hogwarts sounds more fulfilling.
"But you're not very interested. Of course, your goal was never to teach." Fiona said sharply.
"Then what do you think are my interests and goals?" Riddle wanted to know what Fiona saw of him.
Stopping, Fiona looked at the mountains in the distance and the few swans swimming in the reflection of the lake, and said after a moment of silence, "I used to think that your interest is to destroy, whether it is good or bad, Your goal is to rule regardless of race or class."
Pretty accurate.Riddle almost couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.
"Before?" he asked.
"Now," Fiona paused subtly, "I won't know until you are sure."
Is he different now?
"I remember you said that I am a dead flame, which has been frozen." After Riddle asked, he had some expectation and some resistance from which he didn't know where he came from, and he waited for Fiona's reaction in ambivalence answer.
She turned to look at him with a strange, cheerful emotion in her eyes.
She stretched out her hand, facing his face with the palm of her hand as if to block the glare of the sun, and then slowly closed her fist.
"You're hot," she said.
He clearly knew that her words were not ambiguous, but when he touched Fiona's eager eyes with dangerous intentions, his body still uncontrollably and truly burned.
so terrible.he thinks.The physical desire of adolescent boys is simply more explosive than that thrown by Germany.
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