[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

All that came down was uncontrollable curiosity and gossip.

This question is not classified, so it’s okay to tell Yardley, but Riddle doesn’t want his private affairs with Fiona to become the talk of others after dinner, and his bad nature also makes him unwilling to see others being satisfied, so he never to answer.

"The name of the girl you danced with just now is Sandra?" he asked with great interest.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Ask Crianna tomorrow if she recognizes her."

"...Don't ask if you don't ask, it's not kind to do so."

Yardley changed the subject cowardly, "Who is that man with Professor Slughorn? I just saw that you have been talking to him."

"Director of Magical Law Enforcement," Riddle said casually.

"Whoa, big shot, Professor Slughorn is betting all on you."

It's a harsh word, but it's true.

Glancing at the heartless-looking Yardley, Riddle was about to speak when the girl who danced with Yardley came over with her friend.

Yardley, who didn't remember that he and his girlfriend had a good relationship, hurriedly took the girl's hand and happily slid onto the dance floor. The other girl who was left behind stood opposite Riddle and fiddled with him without any embarrassment. A brown wavy look.

"They dance really well, don't they?" She has beautiful big eyes with delicate eye makeup, and she sweeps Riddle affectionately, "The 'Floo powder' invited by Professor Slughorn I like the band very much, especially this song, which is perfect for waltz."

This is a clear hint.

Too lazy to analyze whether she wanted to pry the corner of the wall confidently, for the sake of the spring breeze, or just wanted to use it as a show off, Riddle tilted his head and drank the champagne, and put the glass on the tray beside him.

He smiled, looking neither too warm nor too cold, "Indeed, if I didn't drink too much and was afraid of stepping on your feet, I would definitely ask you to jump on one."

Biting her lower lip unwillingly, the girl forced a smile and said, "It seems that the wine tastes good tonight, would you mind getting me a glass?"

"Of course I don't mind." Riddle said politely.

He took a glass of sparkling wine from the tray and handed it over. The girl slowly reached out to take it, and the little finger painted with pink transparent nail polish seemed to slip through his palm inadvertently.

"Thank you." She gave him a deep, ambiguous look, and left with swaying steps, firmly believing that her back would leave an imprint of infinite charm in the eyes of others.

Behind her, Riddle stood still with a faint smile on his face, and chatted for a while with a few people who came to talk to him.

During this period, the hand that was scratched had been hanging naturally by his leg, with his palm spread flat.

Halfway through the banquet, Riddle walked out of the banquet hall.

——He planned to wash his hands, and by the way, get rid of the strong perfume smell that was always lingering around him and couldn't go away.

As much as he hated to face it, since his kiss with Fiona, Riddle seemed to be more intolerable for physical contact from others.

It's like a poor man who has experienced sudden wealth and can no longer accept a life of embarrassment.

What a bad metaphor.

Riddle clicked his tongue impatiently.

He didn't want Fiona's name to be like the wind, finding a gap to penetrate into his thoughts anytime and anywhere, but it seemed that the more he resisted, the more it backfired.

Even at a lively banquet, his ears were full of gossip, Grindelwald, the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, the current situation, and the future layout were spinning in his mind. He talked and laughed, coped, and secretly mocked.

But when his gaze inadvertently glanced at the curtain that was slightly shaken by the wind on the terrace, or when the cool wine rolled down his throat with a slight burning pain, he would still be distracted involuntarily, thinking that he would still put it on before leaving. The potion simmering slowly on the stove, what does the favorability level stable at 91 represent, the meaning of the phrase "so far", the progress of the healing magic, and——

Would she want to kiss him while he was away?

And every time he thought of this, his lips would warm up slightly, making him subconsciously want to moisten it.

Really bad.

Fiona's eccentricities seemed to have infected him.

Riddle quickly stepped into the bathroom, and by coincidence or coincidence, he met the person who was going out wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

He slightly raised the end of his eyebrows, showing a smile that was two points colder than that of the girl just now.

"Good evening, Alphard."

"Night……"

Without waiting for Alphard's polite response, Riddle brushed his shoulder and walked in.

Sometimes a greeting that doesn't require a response can be more sarcasm than outright ignorance.

When Riddle is willing to pretend, no one can see the boredom he hides under the gentle mask, but if he wants to embarrass others, even if he smiles all over his face, that person will not be unable to understand his dismissive contempt .

There was silence behind him for two seconds, and when Riddle stood in front of the sink, Alphard's steady voice floated over gently.

"I've heard a saying that most anger comes from fear, and most disgust comes from envy."

Riddle looked up, Alphard stood far behind him in the mirror, the light in the bathroom was dim, making the distance between the two of them like a space-distorted tunnel, Riddle stood at the entrance of the tunnel in the light, Alphard was in the in the depths of the black hole.

Alphard gracefully bit out the clear syllables of each word, "What's the source of your anger and loathing for me all this time, Tom?"

Riddle couldn't help but think of Fiona's tone of voice when she called him Tom every time. It was soft and soft, with a little imperceptible intimacy and hidden deep meaning, which made him feel that Tom, an ordinary name, had infinite illusion of meaning.

And Alphard's Tom made him miss the stunned, stiff, and empty faces that died under the death curse.

Lowering his eyes, Riddle turned on the faucet, and the sound of the water flowing down made a shocking noise in the empty and silent bathroom.

"Have you ever imagined what kind of situation you will die under?"

Riddle carefully rubbed the back of his hand, the palm of his hand, and every crevice of his fingers, his voice paused from time to time with the movements of his hands, and his tone was casual without deliberately revealing it.

"At St. Mungo's, or at the Blakes'? Surrounded by the tears of loved ones, or lying alone in bed staring at the cobweb-strewn curtains? In the throbbing pain of the heart, or the weakness that has lost all strength? Or, by accident, in a sudden attack, under an unstoppable fatal spell, like—”

The wand slipped from his sleeve to his hand. When Riddle raised his wand, Alphard took two steps back and made a dodging motion. However, Riddle lazily recited a quick-drying spell, which made the dripping water Instantly dry hands.

A chuckle echoed damp and chill in the bathroom, and Alphard clenched his fists in the echo.

Riddle walked towards the door of the bathroom step by step, and stopped when he passed by Alphard. In the mirror, the figures of the two became a group of intertwined blurred silhouettes.

"It seems that you don't know yet, there is another kind of disgust, which is out of dislike for the lost dog." Riddle said slowly in a whisper, "Don't worry, you will gradually feel this feeling in the future."

He raised his foot and was about to leave, when Alphard raised his voice and said loudly: "What is your purpose of getting close to Fiona? How dare you show such a sinister face in front of her..."

A red light passed Alphard's face and hit the mirror above the pool. Amid the shattering sound of the glass, another spell with a slight crackling sound hit Alphard's abdomen. The strong air flow turned him like a pumpkin After throwing it hard for a few steps, he fell to the ground on his back.

Alphard groaned in pain, swallowed another mouthful of the surging blood, gritted his teeth and coughed, the joints between the end of his eyes and ears burst open, and blood gurgled down.

Before he could struggle to get up, Riddle, who took the time to cast the Ignore Charm outside the bathroom door, walked up to him and squatted down, the tip of his wand pressed against his neck, oppressing the beating of the aorta.

"Look, I said it, a sudden attack, an unstoppable spell." Riddle's tone was cold and his expression was serious, "I give you a warning, don't speak in front of me as if you are on the same side as Fiona Come question me, you won't always be as lucky as this time."

Blood flowed into Alphard's eyes, he half-closed his eyes, his complexion was pale, and the color of his lips became darker.There was some unconcealable fear on his face, but he still panted and showed a trembling smile.

"Is it luck, or is it something else?" He lay weakly on the dirty floor, his eyes still looking sharply at each other with Riddle, "Shouldn't it be that you can't break the perfect mask that you have painstakingly created, and clearly , My relationship with Fiona, you..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and Alphard twisted his expression in pain. He clamped his neck with both hands, as if an invisible rope was being tightened there, forcing him to breathe desperately with his mouth open like a stranded fish.

Riddle looked at Alphard, who was flushed under the wand and had bulging veins, admiring his powerless struggle and the gurgling sound like boiling bubbles bursting in his throat, when his eyes rolled white and he was about to pass out , lazily terminated the spell.

The bathroom was filled with Alphard's violent panting like a bellows beating and the sound of choking coughing and retching.

When the voice tended to subside, Riddle said softly: "Most