[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Delvey paused, then calmly wrote two strokes, and sent it back.

"what?"

He saw Fiona next to her writing a few words with a quill pen, and seemed to pause briefly before continuing.

I took a look at the note, and it said: "Are you afraid that I will become a squib?"

Riddle observed carefully, and found that the wording had a pause after "I will".

Afraid what will happen to her?What was she originally trying to write?

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and Riddle wrote without hesitation, "I can accept the worst outcome, but I hope that nothing bad will happen to you."

Fiona smiled when she got the note, and turned to look at Riddle.

It's hard to describe what meaning is contained in this short stare, maybe it's like a butterfly flapping its wings unintentionally, and the shiny scale powder pattern is just a confusing characteristic of itself.

"Perhaps your definition of 'worst' is different from mine."

What is the worst outcome in her mind?

Just as Riddle was about to write back, there was a very deliberate throat clearing sound from the podium.

"I hope that in my class, your quills are only used for taking notes." Professor Melles of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a little displeased, but with partial connivance, and looked at Riddle in a gentle tone and reminded.

Riddle calmly blinked and smiled at the very old witch, in exchange for her slightly annoyed stare.

"It seems that someone has already mastered what I'm talking about today," Melas said with a smile, and hurriedly said, "Come on, Tom, although this is a difficult spell that many adult wizards cannot fully master, but I believe you can surprise me, don't sit still, come up and show your Patronus Charm."

Riddle: "..."

System: "Oh, isn't this a coincidence, I want to see it too."

Indeed, what a coincidence.

Riddle has this self-confidence. He dares to say that he can learn 90.00% of the magic in the world. However, spells like the Patronus Charm, which just need some special conditions that he does not have, no matter how talented he is, he can't. Ways to go beyond the constraints to master.

He has no regrets.

The Patronus Charm can deal with Voldebats and Dementors. He can also deal with the former, and he is not afraid of the latter, so this spell is dispensable to him.

"I found that for all the things you can't grasp and can't have, the excuse you use to comfort yourself is 'I don't need it'." The system said, "If you listen to it too much, you always feel that you are deceiving yourself and others, and there is no credibility."

"I don't need you to believe it," said Riddle dryly, "that statement is [-] percent true."

Urged by Melles, he stood up, walked to the open space in front of the lectern, glanced at Fiona who was holding her face expectantly, raised his wand, and whispered, "Call God to guard."

The Patronus Charm is performed by concentrating on thinking about the happiest thing while reciting the spell. This is not the only condition for the success of the spell. It also has other invisible requirements, just like the Avada Kedavra must be cherished. Like killing intent without any hesitation, that is, the caster must have hope for life and awe of life, as well as an indestructible belief in protecting something.

None of these Riddles.

From the tip of the ivory-white yew wood wand, a silver-white mist gushed out. The mist seemed to be some kind of living creature, and it quickly expanded to half the size of the classroom, overwhelming many students and professors on the stage. Swallowed into this piece of cold air that feels slightly cold to the touch.

The air mass that is almost condensed is surging with a rhythm like a heartbeat, giving people a slightly uncomfortable foreign body feeling. It seems that some unspeakable creature will come out of the air mass at any time, bringing unpredictable disasters .

Some students exhaled and gasped softly. Before the commotion started in the classroom, within a breath, all the dense fog-like gas disappeared.

Riddle stood in front of the desk, the wand in his hand naturally hanging by his side.

He smiled at the dazed old witch, and said softly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Professor, I can only do so much."

"Oh, no," Melles recovered, "This is the first time you have cast the Patronus Charm, and you have done quite well. You know, the gas emitted by most people is not as good as that blown out of my pipe. There is a lot of smoke. It is estimated that you will be able to successfully condense into shape after practicing two more times."

Riddle smiled and said nothing, and sat back in his seat.

He and Fiona exchanged glances, and the gray-haired girl who seemed to be thinking about something blinked her eyes and twitched the corners of her mouth at him, saying, "I know, you won't succeed."

She always knows.

Suppressing the inexplicable boredom in his heart, Riddle smiled and winked at Fiona.

Capturing the "sweet" interaction of the young lovers, Meles called Fiona's name again, "You try it too—didn't I have time to tell you about this just now? Most of the relationships are close The Patronus spells between people are echoed, even if the unilateral feelings are strong enough to a certain extent. This is probably what is often said in poetry - 'love gives substance to what you know is illusory' Humph, you can laugh, this is my experience from people who have come here.”

The noisy laughter and winking in the classroom did not affect the two people at the center of the topic.

Riddle folded his arms and waited for Fiona's action. Fiona didn't get up, she sat in her position and raised her wand.She didn't cast the spell right away, she lowered her eyes and meditated for a while, and then pronounced "Call God Guard" with the same perfect movements and precise pronunciation as Riddle.

The pitch-black wand carved with skeleton-like patterns slowly exhaled thin, light smoke from the tip of the wand, which just floated in front of Riddle's eyes. Just like what Melles said, it would be better for her to take a puff of the smoke from the rod many.

Riddle even subconsciously breathed lightly, fearing that one breath would blow away the mist she released.

Just when he thought this wisp of thin silver gas was about to disappear soon, the gas suddenly churned and spread out, and a very light and very faint outline slowly appeared in front of him.

Riddle stared at it for a moment, trying his best to distinguish the shape of the outline, but the moment his eyes fell on it, the fragile air mass that hadn't fully formed collapsed and quickly disappeared in the air.

"Oh, Shafik didn't succeed either, but from another perspective, the Patronus Charms of the two of you do echo each other." Meles joked humorously.

The distance between them was a bit far, and Meles's eyes were not very good, and the light and erratic shape was maintained for too short a time, so she didn't realize that Fiona was actually close to success.

Riddle knew that if it wasn't limited by the dissipation of magic power, Fiona would definitely be able to condense a clear and clear Patronus.

why?

Riddle plunged into deep self-doubt.

What happy memories could Fiona, who was short of having "human tragedy" engraved on her face, have any?Where does the firm belief come from?How can she be successful?She can succeed, why can't he?

"So, whether it is 'necessary' or 'impossible', I can't be sure of my own ideas, Mr. Riddle." The system gave a blow at the right time.

No, there must be a loophole in this spell that can be exploited.Riddle was so convinced.

Shall I ask Fiona her secret to success?

After thinking about it, Riddle decided to study it privately first, under the influence of his pride, and then go to inquire with Fiona when he really can't find a way.

Of course, as of Christmas, Riddle hadn't researched anything.

Fiona still chooses to stay at school this Christmas break.

"The log cabin by the lake is colder than the cellar. You can go there in summer, but forget it in winter." She explained the reason, "Don't you think? The Christmas gingerbread made by the house elves in Hogwarts tastes pretty good."

Riddle: "...Are you despising my craft?"

"Of course not—I just think one should try not to embarrass himself."

Riddle chuckled, "Maybe I should be happy, it's rare that you are willing to use the art of language to embellish your true thoughts."

Fiona thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It seems that I was influenced by you."

Riddle: "...I don't think the impact is deep enough."

In order to relieve his chest tightness from being choked by Fiona, Riddle went to the kitchen and ordered two glasses of mulled wine, as well as the delicious gingerbread that Fiona said.When he returned to the common room with the tray, he found that Fiona had fallen asleep in the same position before he left.

She was sitting on the single sofa in front of the fireplace, with her head propped on one armrest, her head drooping obliquely downwards, and with the ups and downs of her breathing, the ends of her long hair swayed gently on the books spread out on her lap , The wool shawl covering his shoulders must not fall off. If he does not come back, it will completely slip to the ground in about 2 minutes.

Riddle quietly stared at the face looming in the hair for a while——pale, slender, lazy, and not very beautiful, even under the radiance of the flames, it was like a dead flower on a dead branch, with an air of A crumbling sense of decay.

It seemed that as long as he breathed lightly, she would fall apart.

——However, it was all an illusion.

Under the thin porcelain surface of the plain embryo, there are dangerous thorns soaked in venom. If you accidentally cut it, you may die.

Riddle refused to accept the death that befell him, but an uncontrollable emotion was always trying to dominate him, bewitching him to touch her.

He resisted fiercely.

When she realized that she was distracted, the shawl on Fiona's body had already fallen to the ground.