[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Riddle went to pick it up, and gently put it back on her.When his hand touched her slightly cool hair, he bent his index finger, and traced a strand of hair very gently in circles to the end, and landed on the book laid out on her lap.

The line of sight followed suit.

It's that book.

A boulder that had been hanging in my heart for a long time finally fell down, raising a cloud of choking smoke.

The Adam's apple twitched silently, Riddle was silent for a while, and slowly pulled the book out from under her fingers.

Fiona woke up with a start. She looked up and saw Riddle and the book in his hand, her eyes fluctuated slightly.

"I fell asleep?" She asked a little hesitantly.

In terms of acting skills, she is indeed better than him.

Riddle sneered inwardly, and said casually, "A little while. What is this book about?"

Fiona stared at the flames in the fireplace and said flatly, "It's nothing, something incomprehensible."

Riddle picked up a glass of mulled wine, sat on the sofa opposite her, looked through while drinking, and raised his eyebrows with interest at the end.

"Horcrux? Does this count as immortality in some sense?" He curiously asked Fiona's opinion.

Fiona closed her eyes lazily, and wrapped her shawl tightly as if afraid of the cold.

"Maybe, it depends on what you think." She was not very keen on this topic, her tone was flat, "As far as I know, the research on all kinds of magic that acts on the soul so far is just speculation, and there is no reliable theory .”

"Then do you think it's necessary for me to try?" Riddle asked persistently.

Fiona rolled her eyes, like a doll in a window, stared at him for a while, then smiled.

"Try it or not, I'm looking forward to it."

57. The seven steps of the strategy are lost, and the vitality

Riddle didn't say his choice.

In order to wait for Fiona to make a move, for such a long period of time, he was in an anxious and tense state of stress almost every day, and finally found an opportunity, so he naturally wanted to take revenge and let Fiona experience speculation and the pain of waiting.

Fiona's control over her emotions has always been impeccable. Riddle took the book and did not express her opinion. She neither questioned nor probed. Distressed by his reaction.

However, with Fiona's character, would she really have no interest in his attitude on Horcruxes?

Of course not.

Riddle was secretly pleased.In his opinion, the indifference shown by Fiona revealed her true thoughts, and what he wanted to see was exactly the way she was trying to disguise her care.

"You have finished all the words," the system clicked, "You thought you had engaged in an intense psychological game without smoke, and proudly announced that you had won. In my opinion, you are more like facing the air. Slap it across the face and think you caused the avalanche in the Himalayas."

Riddle: "You like to taunt me so much, isn't it because you see that I'm upset and you can't do anything about it? All you can do is show off your tongue."

System: "If you can't move your tongue when kissing, don't mention the word 'tongue'."

Riddle: "..."

The weather is gradually getting warmer. In April and May, Fiona would still be wrapped in a winter thick fur cloak. Now Riddle's physical conditioning of feeding and feeding medicine on time every day has shown results. She actually took it off just after entering April. The sweater in the school uniform.

However, compared to the other girls who all changed into light and bright dresses on weekends, put on exquisite makeup, and combed beautiful hairstyles, and went to Hogsmeade to play together, they still wore Hogwarts shirts and school skirts. Putting on stockings meticulously, Fiona, with her bare face facing the sky, looked too monotonous and dull.

She is also not interested in going to Hogsmeade with Riddle to go shopping hand in hand like other couples, giggling at the newly released trick toys, feeding each other bite by mouth, she just wants to stay in the dormitory , maybe read a book, maybe draw a picture, maybe figure out how to have fun with someone, someone—Riddle—doesn't know what she's doing every day when she's alone.

He is not stuck with Fiona all day, he is very busy, homework does not need to be bothered but still has to be completed, the Quidditch team training can be perfunctory, and as the captain, he must also ensure attendance.

Slughorn valued him and often assigned him some school or club affairs, and sometimes asked him to help answer some unimportant letters.As a prefect, he also has to deal with some conflicts and order management among the students, and the small group he runs must meet from time to time to find something to maintain cohesion.

In addition to these, he also had to study healing magic, boil potions, watch Fiona's daily diet and mood changes, and think of tricks to make her smile.

Generally speaking, things that have nothing to do with Fiona don't take a lot of thought, but they are time-consuming, while things related to Fiona require a very high level of mental state, requiring him to maintain a high degree of concentration and sharp response ability at all times.

Fortunately, the term genius means being able to do things that ordinary people can't do, so Riddle can control the rhythm of everything in an orderly manner and be able to do it with ease. .

Just like at this moment, while he was thinking in his mind that he would owl out all the invitation letters for Slughorn before five o'clock in the afternoon, and go to the stadium to watch the training situation after attending the prefect meeting at seven o'clock, while persuading Fei Ona went for a walk outside the castle.

"It's too cold in the cellar. The weather outside is fine today, and there aren't many people in the school. How about going for a walk on the lawn to get some fresh air?"

"can."

It was obvious that Fiona was not enthusiastic about the proposal, but she nodded in agreement.

She was always reluctant to refuse others' kindness to her, just like how bitter the potion Riddle cooked, she could swallow it without changing her expression.This is one of her few exploitable weaknesses.

Riddle couldn't say whether he was happy or not.

Where he can use it, so can others.

If another person uses the same method to attack her, will it be possible to achieve the current favorability?

This question flashed through Riddle's mind.

The two walked out of the castle, as Riddle said, today is a rare sunny weekend, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the wind is not strong, blowing on the face, soft and warm - in Hogwarts, you can meet In this weather, I have to say thank you Merlin.

Almost all the students above the third grade went to Hogsmeade. Most of the others crowded into the Quidditch pitch to watch the practice matches of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The castle was very empty, but it was not quiet. Rusting human voices, chasing footsteps and happy laughter leaked out of nowhere.

Riddle and Fiona walked slowly around the perimeter of the castle, feeling slightly warm as they walked.Seeing that Fiona's footsteps began to slow down, Riddle pulled her up to a big oak tree on the high slope, and sat with his back against the tree trunk to rest in the shade.

From here, you can see the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and the small black dot hovering over the Quidditch pitch, and you can faintly hear one or two indistinct screams and cheers from a distance.

The eyes of the two of them turned to different landing points, and each was quietly fascinated by the direction they were looking at.

After a while, Riddle felt Fiona's head resting lightly on his arm—the difference in their height made it difficult for her to rest her head on his shoulder when she was sitting flat.Looking down, he saw Fiona closed her eyes, as if she was about to take a nap, and raised her arms to let her rest on his chest.

This position still seemed uncomfortable, Fiona moved, and changed several positions in Riddle's arms, but she was not satisfied, and finally she simply lay down flat, resting her head on Riddle's lap.

Seeing Fiona's expression stretched in satisfaction, Riddle couldn't help scratching her chin with her fingers. She frowned slightly and turned her head away, revealing a silver chain sticking to her skin from the neckline of her shirt without a tie, and a small Half white and straight collarbone.

Suddenly, Riddle's index finger slid from her leaking collarbone all the way to the shoulder strap inside the shirt.

Fiona opened her eyes abruptly, staring silently into Riddle's eyes from bottom to top.There was no obvious emotion in her eyes, but Riddle was still seen by her and retracted his hand and coughed lightly.

The blue eyes slowly closed again.

The sunlight pierced through the swaying leaves and cast flickering spots on the porcelain-white skin, and Riddle's eyes could not help but follow those irregularly shaped spots on Fiona's face.

Her eyelids are very thin, and when the light shines on them, you can faintly see a few thin blue and red veins.The eyebrows are a little thin, and the eyelashes follow the original hair color, which is golden brown, shimmering when shaking in the breeze, like fine icing, and powder falling rustlingly.

There was still a blush from the heat on the cheeks, showing a faint, light pink in the sun, but it looked very rich on the pale skin.The lighter-colored lips were still pursed at first, but as her breathing rate gradually lengthened, they opened a little bit, and tiny spots of light moved on her lips, half covered and half exposed, very seductive to reverie.

Further down, the hollow of the collarbone was filled with sunlight, and looked like a small puddle of water, with an extremely clear and full feeling, which made Riddle's retracted fingertips start to itch again.

Heck.

Riddle cursed secretly, leaned his head against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes.

Once the vision is blocked, other senses become more vivid.

The warm oppressive feeling on the legs, the tulips mixed with the green grass breaking the ground and various wild flowers, the rustling sound of leaves,