[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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"Don't blame your youthful body for your mistakes," the system said, "you old pervert."

53. The three-step strategy of indulgence and restraint

Generally speaking, Riddle and Fiona would do their own things after going back for a walk. Riddle would read a book, while Fiona would draw. She would sit on the balcony in the room and describe the scenery outside.

The rooms of the two of them are next to each other, and the two terraces are separated by a palm's distance.Riddle glanced at her painting on the pretext of coming out to breathe. His art appreciation ability is quite lacking, and he couldn't see anything. He could only comment that the painting was very similar.

Was she self-taught or was she taught?

This is a difficult question to ask, because after thinking about it for a while, Riddle thinks it is very likely that Cordelia taught it.

From the memory shown to him by the system, it can be seen that Cordelia tried her best to show the happiness and perfection of her family relationship in front of outsiders, creating an image of herself as an elegant and virtuous hostess, and a well-behaved, decent, smart and A well-educated daughter is also a shining badge for her to show her parenting ability.

Therefore, Cordelia should let Fiona learn the etiquette, demeanor and skills that a lady should have, but it is conceivable that the learning process may be full of physical abuse and mental humiliation.

Riddle's reluctance to go into the depths of imagining what Fiona might be treated would put him in a bad mood.

He laughed: "Do I have the honor of getting a portrait?"

Glancing at him, Fiona said, "It's not a good painting."

This excuse for refusal was really perfunctory, but Riddle originally just said it casually, so he didn't continue this topic.

For lunch Riddle sometimes made it, and sometimes he ate it at the only small restaurant in the village, where the food was worse than his cooking.He and Fiona are not picky about food, but they don't really want to torture their taste, so he cooks more by himself.

After lunch, they will take a nap, and when they wake up and the heat outside is not so strong, they will go out again.

Sometimes I take a small wooden boat to swim around the lake, catch a few fish and come back for dinner, or go to the salt mountain behind the village. There are some salt mine pits in the mountain, which are more than 1000 feet deep. The deepest scene is quite beautiful. It's creepy, and Riddle and Fiona are both interested in exploring it.

In addition to the mine pit, there is another place they are very interested in.Due to the proximity of mountains and rivers and the scarcity of land, the bones of villagers who died here will be removed from the grave after ten years of burial and put into caves on the mountain. For thousands of years, the caves have been filled with bones.

Riddle speculates that this may be the cause of the rumors that Grindelwald was experimenting with black magic here.

Fiona likes to observe the row of skulls on the wooden shelf. Each skull is marked with the name and date of death. She also drew a lot of portraits for them, which made Riddle, who was not serious at first, Slightly upset.

"It seems that I am not as worthy of your brush as a corpse." He expressed his dissatisfaction in a self-deprecating tone.

Without raising her head, Fiona daubed with the brush quickly, and soon handed him a piece of drawing paper, on which was a skull marked with Tom Marvolo Riddle's name.

It has to be said that it is somewhat similar to the Dark Mark he designed.

Riddle laughed angrily, "Do I need to thank you for not writing my birth and death years on it?"

Fiona looked up and smiled. "You pick a day? I can add more."

Their dinner that day was settled in a restaurant.

"What a terrible means of revenge," the system said.

After dinner, Riddle usually taught Fiona German in the living room on the second floor.

With experience in teaching Parseltongue, his way of teaching German is to read the few German books he bought to her sentence by sentence, and then explain the words and grammar in a sentence.This method is simple and crude, but it works well for Fiona, who can repeat the content of the previous day in German every day.

Comparing it to Yardley - a fool who can't even remember the order in which the ingredients of the age-reducing agent and the age-reducing agent are put in and the mixing direction, Riddle is more sure that there is no fairness in the world at all, and some people are the only ones alive. The role is to serve as a reference object.

If there was something that made him feel a little uncomfortable during the teaching process, it was that what he picked out was a novel about love.

The book is basically full of passionate words from the perspective of female monologues, such as "Although you don't know my existence, I still love you as always", "From the day I met you, I have real meaning. The life above", "I have loved you tirelessly all my life", "But I am still waiting for you there, just like waiting for my fate to come" and so on.

When he read these painful words to Fiona word by word, Riddle felt like ants were crawling all over his body, and it seemed that the clothes he was wearing were crackling with static electricity. His attitude made him almost pronounce German into French at one point.

It is estimated that the two of them have heard more "love" in German than in English in their lives.

Riddle watched Fiona's expression change from the corner of her eye. She was staring at the pages of the book, looking thoughtful.

What is she thinking?Do you feel that such words are disgusting and disgusting, or will you be touched?Should he read it more affectionately to hint at her, or should he read it more plainly and not be affected by such vulgar words?

Just when he was hesitating, Fiona pointed to a word, "Gift, does it mean poison in German?"

Riddle: "...Yes."

She smiled, "It's an interesting difference."

Well, he had ridiculous ideas about Fiona.He said "love" to "love", and when she heard it, she probably only thought about the tense and conjugation of this "love".

When the audience is so indifferent, the person who reads it will regain his innocence.

Riddle recited without any ups and downs: "...you put me in your arms. I spent the night with you again. But even if you faced me naked, you still didn't recognize who I was. For you The caress of my body, I feel very happy. I found that you have the same passion for lovers and prostitutes. You indulge your lust without restraint, and naturally release your feelings..."

After the evening teaching, the two went back to their rooms to sleep.

Perhaps it was because he read some inappropriate content before going to bed. When he woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night, Riddle immediately took out his wand from under the pillow and used it to clean himself up.

Then hugged the quilt and sat silently for two or three minutes.

He was waiting for the system to taunt.

But the system didn't show up, which made Riddle even more vigilant. He didn't believe that the system would miss this good opportunity to embarrass him, and secretly prepared all kinds of words and waited to fight back.

As a result, the system just didn't make a sound, which made him feel a little stupid for being fully armed against the air, and worried that the system was just waiting for him to relax.

Finally, he gave up.

He realized that the process from waking up to being on guard was like a grinning dog guarding an unoccupied gate, and the system had seen all the jokes.

He shouldn't be so nervous, it's just an instinctive-natural-physiological-reaction of a young body, it's not normal if he doesn't have it, why should he react with a guilty conscience first?

System: "Okay, I see, I understand, I don't need to explain in a long way, don't worry, I'm not kidding you, go to sleep."

Riddle: "..."

The mind is already sober as if taking a cold shower, but the internal commotion inside the body is still uncontrollable. Under such circumstances, it is even more embarrassing to toss and turn and not be able to fall asleep.

Riddle simply got up and got out of bed, didn't bother to put on his dressing gown, opened the door and stood on the balcony to enjoy the air.

The lake is just under the terrace, the half-circle moon has sunk to the west, the moon shadow has melted into the water, and circles of light circles and golden waves are swaying outward.

Leaning his back against the terrace, Riddle leaned back and propped his arms on the railing. His eyes were half closed, his head was tilted back, and his upper body slightly protruded from the terrace. Under the slight pull of gravity, he felt the night wind blowing from the valley across the lake. Little by little, it cools his hair, his neck, and his hot body under the gap of his pajamas.

He let out a slow, long breath from the depths of his chest.

"Are you taking revenge on the bird for waking you up every morning by sighing?"

Opening her eyes, Fiona was holding the door frame with one hand and the dressing gown draped over her shoulders with the other, standing at the door of the room adjacent to the balcony and looking at him.

A certain word with a special meaning made Riddle pause, and then he smiled calmly: "I hope I didn't hurt innocent people."

Unaware of his strangeness, Fiona walked onto the terrace and looked at the blurred silhouettes of mountains in the distance. After a while, she asked, "Did you think clearly about the interests and goals you mentioned last time? "

Riddle didn't answer right away.

He lowered his head sideways and saw the skirt fluttering like water plants reflected on the water under the terrace, and it was the thin white ankle that dangled in his heart.

Blinking, Riddle pulled his gaze back to Fiona's profile—and the graceful neck.

The distance between them is only an arm.

Realizing that the silence had lasted too long, he cleared his throat and asked a question back: "Extend the stage to the whole world, if it were you, what method would you use to control everyone in the world?"

"Raspberry Honey Pie."

"what?"

"Afternoon tea tomorrow—as a consulting fee."

"..." Riddle held back his eyes, "You can ask for something more expensive."

Fiona really thought about it, "Better than