[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

One more time, black bastard, don't ignore my warning and show off your poor little cleverness.Otherwise, your death could be a heart attack in the bathroom, with your stiff, smelly body found by a couple on a field trip. "

He tilted his head and laughed, "Do you want to guess, I killed a few people wearing a mask, and will Fiona associate your death with me?"

With his chest heaving violently, Alphard swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood foam with difficulty, his face was completely covered with blood, sweat and physiological tears.He simply closed his eyes, showing a determined smile, as if the situation had reversed and he was the winner.

"Then why don't you do it?" He said intermittently, "Could it be that it comes from noble tolerance, and what saints have, mercy?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows grimly, and clenched his wand tightly.

Alphard whispered to himself, "Ah, you don't dare." He laughed hoarsely, his voice was weak, and his tone was mocking, "No matter how hard you speak, it turns out it's just a bluff."

Underestimate him.

Riddle lightly crushed his back molars, and slid his index finger twice on the wand, but in the end he did not cast any harmful spells.

Yes, he dared not.

Even if there was only an extremely small chance that Fiona would find out the truth about Alphard's death, he didn't dare to bet on Fiona's reaction.

He didn't want to experience the experience of reverting because of a lowly groom.

He also didn't want to verify whether Fiona would deduct more than 90 of his favorability because of others.

"You seem very obsessed with Fiona," Riddle hid his anger perfectly, while thinking calmly, while slapping his wand on Alphard's face, tapping rhythmically with humiliation, "Why? Don't tell me it's because of love. Of course it's impossible. How much do you know about her? Ah, I see."

The wand stopped at the wound at the end of the eye, and poked it in bit by bit.

Riddle showed a sympathetic but vicious smile, "This is the only thing left, the only thing you can grasp, right? The identity of the heir, a healthy body, a bright future, these should be yours originally, You can't have any more, a childhood playmate you thought you could save, but caused her to be punished more severely, a down-and-out girl who seems to have a worse life than you, seems to inspire your desire for protection and sense of mission , as a little consolation in your miserable life?"

As if being stabbed in the face and the wound in the heart at the same time, Alphard's face changed, he gritted his teeth to resist the pain, barely opened his eyes, and stared at Riddle.

But Riddle stood up in a disenchanted manner, and shook the blood on the tip of the staff in disgust.

"Unfortunate wretch, don't use your weak mentality to try to figure her out, and treat her as a weak person who can only obey other people's arrangements and doesn't know how to resist, let alone think that you can pull her to your side to be with you Soothe the wound, don't disgust her, you really - don't deserve it."

As if losing interest in humiliating the loser, Riddle lifted his legs and walked towards the door. When he was about to step out of the bathroom, he thought of something, turned his body sideways and said, "By the way, did you just want to ask, Fiona Do you know my true face?"

Facing the eyes that had lost his usual calmness and revealed hatred, he smiled heartily, "There is no one in this world who loves my cunning and viciousness more than her."

Walking out of the bathroom with a smile, Riddle turned into the corridor next to him, and caught sight of Fiona who was holding two books and was about to turn from the end to the other side.

His mouth almost passed his head, and he blurted out her name.

Fiona stopped and turned around to look back. The torches on the wall were dancing orange-red flames above her head, dyeing her skin and hair crimson. At a glance, she looked like a warm rose Bright.

Her eyes were light, and a smile flickered on the corner of Riddle's lips after seeing Riddle—as if kissed by a tongue of fire.

Riddle smiled too.

He walked up quickly, "Come out of the library?"

Fiona didn't answer.

Her head moved a little closer to Riddle's direction, paused, and pulled it back.

not good.

Riddle thumped in his heart.

"Perfume with this scent, Mirissa from Ravenclaw?" Fiona concluded flatly.

Riddle: "..."

"It still smells like blood, don't tell me you went to the bathroom and gave her a first hug."

Riddle: "..."

"Huh?" Fiona raised an eyebrow.

Clearing his throat and just about to explain, Riddle glanced at the book in Fiona's hand from the corner of his eye.

His eyes froze slightly.

With a taupe cover and torn pages, a thin book like an ordinary notebook fell into his eyes.

Riddle was all too familiar with this book.

He had turned it over and over, read it word for word, and finally burned it with his own hands.

He found it in the Restricted Section, and it contained instructions for making Horcruxes.

56. Raiders six-step acting skills, more brilliant

Riddle walked quietly in the castle.

He used an invisibility cloak. Ordinary invisibility cloaks may still be detected when the action is too large, so he superimposed the disillusionment spell, and the silence spell to remove the sound of footsteps and breathing, cautious and thorough.

Like a basilisk crawling in a water pipe, he escaped the night watchman, without attracting the attention of any portraits and armor, and wandered silently through the scattered corridors and changing stairs.

Moonlight shone into the castle through the huge arched windows, piercing Riddle's body, leaving the shadow of the window lattice on the floor.

In many such late nights, he will turn into a ghost that disappears in the air, burying his treacherous whereabouts and unknown crimes in the thickest darkness before dawn.

Finally, Riddle came to his destination for tonight—the library on the second floor of the castle.

The library at night was like a dark forest, and he walked slowly through the bookshelves like giant trees reaching the innermost restricted area.

In fact, Riddle could enter here openly during the day. He had a pass to the restricted area that Slughorn gave him, but he didn't want to leave a borrowing record, which would give people a clue to spy on his mind.

He walked to the corner of the Restricted Section, his wand flickering in fluorescent light.

A few days ago, he accidentally found an ancient book with an ordinary cover on the bookshelf. On the cover was written "Magic You May Never Know", without a signature, and the first few pages were scribbled and The abstract pattern is like the insane ravings written by a mental patient.

If he hadn't had the patience to get to the end, he would have certainly left the book, as it should have been, crumpled in the gaps between books discussing medieval curses.

But Riddle saw the end.

After reading it, he threw the book into the corner impatiently, watching a hand stretch out from the row of bookshelves in the corner, and slowly picked up the book and put it on the shelf.

He didn't go to the Restricted Section for a week after that.

until today.

Perhaps one day in the future, someone will find that a book is missing here, but no one will ever know who stole the book.

Riddle smiled, stretched out his hand calmly, reached the position he had written down, touched the spine of the book, and pulled out the thin booklet with a little force.

Then, an eye leaked out from the gap in the bookshelf that was clearly close to the wall.

With blue irises, slightly curved eyelids, and a cold and unpredictable smile.

Riddle woke up with a start.

He stared at the curtain above his head with his eyes open. In the darkness, it seemed as if a heavy cloud was pressing there. He blinked his eyes, and then slowly closed them again.

As a top Occlumency master, Riddle seldom dreams, even in deep sleep, he can control his thoughts and not be driven by dreams.

But until he woke up from the shock, he didn't realize whether he was dreaming or a nightmare.

Riddle never had a nightmare.Apart from death itself, no one would frighten him, making him subconsciously show weakness to the other party.

It may be that the spirit has been too tense recently.Riddle explained to himself.

During this period of time, he appeared to be the same as usual on the surface, and the vigilance in his heart was always on the highest line.He watched Fiona's every move, wondering when and how she would deliver the book to him, and how he would react.

But as Christmas approached, Fiona remained silent, and the book that had been glimpsed in her hand that night was never seen again.

Where did she get that book?Will you arrange the book for him this time?What is her purpose?Is it a whim or has been planned for a long time?What kind of results did she hope to see in him?

Does he really want to be manipulated by her all the time?

The problems in his mind turned like a spinning top until dawn, Riddle opened his slightly astringent eyes, got up and walked into the bathroom.

The person in the mirror was expressionless, and his dark eyes stared gloomyly at the person standing in front of the sink.

Riddle closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deeply suppressing all unwillingness, resentment, and doubts, and opened it again. The expression of the person in the mirror had already softened, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched brightly, and he couldn't see the slightest bit. haze.

He walked out of the dormitory, waited for Fiona to go to the auditorium with her, sat down at the dining table, picked food that suited her taste and placed it on the plate in front of her, watched her finish eating with a smile, and then went to the classroom together.

"How do you feel after drinking yesterday's potion?"

"Sick as always."

"I'll check you again tonight."

"Are you afraid?"

Looking at the words on the note,