[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

She unleashes a Voldebat.

Ollivander was dazzled by the sight, and clapped his hands and applauded: "It really is this one. Ebony wood, thestral tail hair, a wonderful and extraordinary combination! Thirteen and a half inches long, very hard, unimaginable, it will be you Such a little girl gets it..."

Ebony, Riddle remembered Ollivander saying that this wand was perfect for all sorts of aggressive magic and transfiguration, and it was usually owned by someone who wasn't conformist, very idiosyncratic, or liked to be an outsider people.

Thestral tail hair is a more special and complicated wand core, which is difficult to adapt to wood to make a wand, but Riddle happened to know another wand that used the Thestral tail hair as a core.

—The Elder Wand.

The black shadow dissipated quickly, and Fiona looked at the wand in her hand faintly under the dim light, and put it back in the box casually without any surprise or joy.

She didn't look at Riddle again, "Mr. Ollivander, pay the bill."

"Seven Galleons, although this wand is worth more than that, but all wands are at this price."

After paying the money, Fiona put back on her cloak and was about to leave with the wrapped wand. Riddle's thoughts changed sharply, and he took two steps.

"It's too late, I'll take you to your father."

Ollivander showed an ambiguous expression, winked his eyes at the boy he had a crush on, and chimed in: "Yes, a delicate lady like you is not suitable for walking alone at night."

Fiona turned her head, the hood of the cloak covered half of her face, and she could only see the corners of her lightly colored lips curled up, "My honor, Mr. Riddle."

"Ding, the favorability of the target is increased by 1, and the current favorability is 10."

6. The sixth step of the strategy Thank you, don't pretend

As soon as the door opened, the cold wind wrapped in raindrops rushed in. Riddle asked Ollivander for two umbrellas, walked in front and used them to block the wind, and asked Fiona to open the umbrella and walk out.

It's a pity that this thoughtful gentleman's detail did not increase the favorability.

The two walked side by side on the wet road, and the raindrops hit the black umbrella surface urgently and heavily, making a dull "cracking" sound.

Borrowing the lights from the street lamps and the storefronts on both sides, Riddle looked down at Fiona who was walking beside him.

She was a head shorter than him, with a slender figure, and it took a lot of force to hold the umbrella handle tightly in the strong wind. Even so, she looked like she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

But now Riddle has realized that this 11-year-old girl is not as weak and harmless as she looks.

"You—" Riddle said.

"Fiona Shafik." Fiona's voice was almost drowned out by the sound of rain.

Do you want to bring Yardley out to contact the relationship between the two?Riddle thought for a while, but he wasn't sure how Fiona felt about this cousin and whether it would be counterproductive, so he didn't mention it.

"Miss Shafik," Riddle said politely without directly calling her name, "Who is Marvolo Gunter?"

He pretended not to know the man.

The Gaunt family lived in isolation, never socialized with other wizards and families, and had no children to go to Hogwarts for a long time. He didn't find out about this family that was thought to have been cut off until the fifth grade. Why would she know? ?And why can Marvolo, the middle name, be associated with Gunter in an instant?

"On September 1925, 9, the "Daily Prophet" published a report that Morfin Gunter was sentenced to three years in Azkaban for attacking Muggles and hurting Ministry of Magic officials. Marvolo Gun Sentenced to six months in prison for hurting a Ministry of Magic official."

Fiona's voice was soft and slow, with an uncomfortable dampness as if soaked in rain.

Riddle was startled.He found the Gaunt family through the genealogy between the wizarding families, and he didn't know the news she said.

At the same time, a new question popped up.

Fiona shouldn't have been born at that time, so how did she know about this report?

Without waiting for Riddle to ask, Fiona continued: "Tom Marvolo Riddle, there is no surname Riddle in British wizarding families, unless you are from abroad—because of your pure London accent, this possibility Smaller, the bigger possibility is that your father was not a wizard. You seem to be familiar with the wizarding world, so your mother is probably a wizard. Of course, there are other possibilities, such as you were born into a wizarding family, but For various reasons, you were adopted by Muggles, or your father was a wizard but died, and your mother took you to remarry a Muggle named Riddle, or you are an illegitimate child and cannot use your father's surname..."

Riddle's eyes on Fiona gradually darkened.

At the beginning, he just used what she said to imply the students in school who inquired about his identity. Sometimes he didn't need to say too much, just a helpless smile and veiled eyes, and they could make up a story that they believed in. The story is then passed on word of mouth with embellishment.

"However, out of personal hobbies, I like to dig out some side stories of wizard families, so I just know some gossip that others don't know."

Fiona kept staring ahead, and from Riddle's perspective, she could only see half of her slender chin under the hood. When she said this, she smiled slightly, and raised her slender chin.

"When Gaunt and his son were in prison, Gaunt's daughter eloped with a Muggle named Tom Riddle." She said slowly with a strange sigh, "Tom Riddle Marvolo Riddle—it couldn't be more coincidental, can it?"

If it wasn't for the system locking his abilities, the current Fiona Shafik would already be a corpse lying in a puddle.

Riddle thought regretfully, clutching the wand in his sleeve.

But in fact, killing people doesn't necessarily require a Killing Curse. A simple Leg Locking Curse and Binding Curse made her fall down, her face buried in a puddle, but within two or three minutes, she would no longer struggle.

But unfortunately, this is Diagon Alley, not Knockturn Alley.

Various ways of killing Fiona flashed through his mind, and Riddle had to suppress his killing intent, and turned to thinking about why she knew such a secret thing.

Digging up the side stories of a wizarding family?It is impossible for Merope to be recorded in any newspapers and periodicals. As a little girl who has not yet entered Hogwarts, what method should she use to find out?

and--

Riddle was startled.He suddenly realized that if Fiona knew this now, it meant that she should know the same in the experience before his rebirth!

In other words, when he was using the name of a descendant of Slytherin to attract people and form cliques at Hogwarts, in a corner he didn't notice, there was such a person who was secretly watching his jokes?

Even though this was a thing of the past and no one else knew about it, Riddle still felt a sense of embarrassment and shame in his heart.

The killing intent that was finally suppressed was even stronger than just now.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be surprised and said: "Is this so? Thank you for telling me about this. To be honest, I have been looking for the truth of my life experience. Although this news is not too shocking It’s exciting, but it’s also a joy to be able to figure out who you are.” He said, sighing sadly, “After all, people can’t choose their own birth, no matter how bad the truth is, they can only let themselves be born. to accept."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 5, and the current favorability is 5."

Riddle: "..."

No, although he himself pretended to be a little disgusted, shouldn't he be sympathetic to a melancholy handsome man who revealed his sincerity in such a miserable time, so as to comfort him?What does it mean to lose so much favor?Don't like this genre?

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 4."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 3."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 1, and the current favorability is 2."

Riddle: "???"

what happened!Isn't this Fiona Shafik really out of her mind?

Remembering Yardley's description of her "freak", Riddle immediately changed course.

"—In this way, isn't it more in line with the expectations of the public for a boy with a complicated life experience and a tragic color? If he is on the stage, he should be able to win the applause of the gentleman and the tears of the lady at this time." He will force it with emotion twisted into a sneer.

The successive announcements finally stopped, and the favorability barely stayed at 2.

The frenzied heartbeat hit Riddle's throat, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from his back. When the cold wind blew, the chill spread throughout his body.

What followed was an anger that almost overwhelmed all his reason.

He would rather confront Dumbledore head-on, would rather face the siege of the whole world alone and helpless, and even would rather turn into an existence weaker than ghosts and wander around Albania day and night, rather than be here because of the likes and dislikes of a little girl. And trembling.

He seemed to be a ferocious beast locked in a cage and put on a neck rope, and the sheep outside the cage only needed to pull the end of the rope to make him lock his throat without any resistance and suffocate to death.

Just losing his strength, he can still seek various opportunities to rise up, but pulling out his minions and hanging him with raw meat to force him to flatter him is a humiliation that makes him sick.

"You have the right to choose, Mr. Riddle," the system said inappropriately, "If you can't bear the price of trampling on your self-esteem in your opinion, you can choose to give up the mission."

Riddle sneered.either self-defeating or self-destruction