[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The slight heat condensed from the light spots on the face.

——These tiny, weightless things are added together, but twisted into an irresistible powerful force, stamping the "invitation letter to the Director of the Law Enforcement Department" that was still lingering in Riddle's mind. Fire paint", "Talk about the Easter castle decoration during the meeting", "Find some time to bring back the Ravenclaw diadem in Borgin-Bock's shop" and other trivial thoughts were driven out, and only Fiona was left The slight itchy touch of the hair on the back of his hand being blown by the wind.

Riddle wanted to brush those few hairs away, but he was a little lazy, so he allowed his consciousness to be scratched from time to time while he was half submerged and half buoyant.

It's a strange feeling, a little annoying and very comfortable, so comfortable that the bones are softened into the layer of foam on the butter beer.

Therefore, when discordant noises and strong smells invaded this space, Riddle opened his eyes vigilantly for the first time, and saw the girl walking in their direction.

"Mirriza of Ravenclaw?"

——Before calling out the name to match this person, Fiona moved the tip of her nose in a half-smile that appeared in her mind instantly.

Mirissa walked unhurriedly, as if this was just a chance encounter. After seeing Riddle, she raised her eyebrows vividly, and a reserved and charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She opened her mouth——

Riddle raised his index finger to his lips, blocking all her unspoken words.

If Fiona is really asleep, it's better not to be woken up by this person who almost has the purpose engraved on his face. He has already felt the displeasure of being disturbed, and he doesn't want to verify who has the more temper, he or Fiona. a little better.If Fiona was awake now, he would have to make a gesture and draw a line.

Mirissa's smile froze, and she reluctantly looked at the person she deliberately ignored.

Riddle's slender legs were stretched out straight on the grass, and they were rudely used as pillows by the petite girl. The weird gray hair was spread unscrupulously on his legs, showing a domineering opposite of his plain face.

She was breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully, lazily declaring her sovereignty with the most casual gesture.

Mirissa was not reconciled, she couldn't figure out why such an unremarkable girl would be taken by Riddle, and she wanted to compete, but was stared at by Riddle's dark eyes, somehow, she even made a deliberate move. I dare not make any movement.

After struggling on the spot for a while, Mirizha was a bit arrogant, unwilling to step on her face just to chase a man, she pouted and turned to leave.

Avoiding Riddle's sight, she regained her courage and increased her footsteps to vent her anger.

Riddle lowered his head, and saw Fiona frowned, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly, as if she was about to wake up, but she just tilted her head, regained her composure after a while, and fell asleep again.

Is it really sleeping?

Riddle was a little surprised.

How could she fall into a deep sleep unsuspecting outside?Is this a kind of trust in him?

The mood improved, and the bad water also followed.After weighing for two seconds, Riddle decided to obey the instruction in his heart, leaned down decisively, and kissed the lips he had been coveting for a long time.

Fiona finally opened her eyes, looked at Riddle in a dazed state, and Riddle chuckled lightly, reached out to cover her eyes, pecked her lips and said, "It's a good dream, go on to sleep. "

The eyelashes brushed against the palm one by one, and soon they really stopped.

Riddle held her face and kissed her happily.

The good mood brought by this spring afternoon lasted on Riddle for a long time, until he once again cast the magic of probing Fiona's body, and the conditions reflected by the various light effects made him feel like he was splashed on his head. A basin of cold water.

The situation where her magic power dissipated was a little more obvious.

At the same time, after such a long period of recuperation, Fiona seemed to have become much healthier, and all internal organs were in worse condition than when they were first checked.

These all show that not only the magic power, but also her body seems to be developing in a bad direction.

But why?

Even if the magic power can't be controlled, why is her body deteriorating?Something wrong with the potion he gave her?Impossible, they are all prescriptions for treating physical injuries that he has repeatedly researched, and he has tried each of them beforehand. Even if it cannot be cured, it should not become worse.

What went wrong?

Where is the flaw?

Is there anything he didn't expect?

"It's not your problem," Fiona sat up from the sofa as if knowing what Riddle was thinking, and said flatly, "It's my problem."

Feeling being fooled again, Riddle's face was not very good-looking, "You knew earlier? What's the problem?"

Fiona reached out and waved her wand, sparks burst from the tip without casting a single spell.

She looked at her hands for a while, then shifted her gaze to Riddle's face, and said lightly: "If you want to say it's early, it's really early. Since the magic riot, I can clearly feel it every day, from my body In addition to the magic power, there is also life force that is constantly being lost.”

"It's really a pity, Tom." Fiona's mouth showed a smile that was almost gentle, but also cruel. In eternal life, there will never be a place for me - I won't live long."

58. The eight steps of the strategy are sleepy, sleep first

I don't know what Fiona would look like summoned by the Resurrection Stone—this was the first thought that popped into Riddle's mind.

The second thought was—was she setting a trap again?

These two ideas emerged so quickly that when other questions emerged one after another, Riddle hadn't reacted yet, and was still analyzing the possibility of the first two ideas inertially.

Unless he completes the raid mission before Fiona dies, he will have to roll back, and the resurrection stone will not be used at all.Assuming he really succeeds, why would he summon a more inhuman wraith Fiona?

As for the trap, it's not impossible, but Fiona's burial has always been based on the premise that everything she said is the truth.

So she doesn't live long—and true.

When thinking of this, the brain, which is very good at handling multiple problems at the same time, is automatically divided into two areas.

One is functioning calmly and methodically.

The loss of magic power is because the magic riot has damaged the place where the magic power is generated and operated in the wizard. What is the reason for the loss of vitality?Why does physical damage have a persistent effect?It is her own judgment that she will live soon, will she be wrong?Maybe there is actually a way to save her, but she just doesn't know or doesn't want to do it?Is there any chance he can finish the mission before her life is over?

On the other hand, in another small area, he was distracted thinking about an unimportant matter.

Where did she die alone when he was not reborn?

The silence lasted for too long, and when Riddle spoke, his cohesive voice was not pulled away, and he uttered a very rough and dull short syllable.

He had to clear his throat before continuing to calmly say: "When you said 'how long', do you mean 'how long'?"

When he was silent, Fiona sat patiently beside him—Riddle suddenly noticed that she always watched him so quietly in many situations where he was immersed in his own thoughts. .

Hearing his question, Fiona tilted her head and thought about it seriously, "About a year?"

After speaking, he smiled in surprise, "It feels like a long time to say it this way, after all, I have only lived for 15 years."

The light and calm tone sounded particularly harsh, and Riddle didn't like her indifferent attitude, her smile was slightly cold, and the gentle relief and firm oath she had prepared were replaced by another slightly cruel sentence when she blurted out talk.

"No one can take what is mine, not even Death."

Fiona put away her smile and said in a cold tone: "Maybe I should remind you one thing, Tom, I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone, nor to any world. I'm alive, trapped in this increasingly Walking in this world in a dilapidated body, but I don't belong to it. I'm dead, I don't know if the world of the dead exists, but whether it's death or an angel, I won't go with it. I won't be a ghost , will not become a ghost, will not become a portrait, I just want to disappear, completely, forever."

These words simply contradicted all of Riddle's beliefs and obsessions, and made him inexplicably feel angry at being betrayed by Fiona.

He held back his anger and asked restrainedly, "Why?"

Fiona looked at Riddle seriously for a moment, as if wondering why he would ask such a stupid question.

"Can't you see?" she said tiredly, "There is never anything new under the sun, and existence itself has already bored me."

"There is nothing worthy of your memory?" Riddle asked urgently.

Fiona rolled her eyelids and said indifferently: "I know what you want to ask. Of course you are different, very interesting, and I like you very much. That's all."

That's it.

Of course, that's how it should be.

A favorability score of 91 doesn't mean anything. Riddle has long known and deeply believed in this fact—love is never worth mentioning in front of things that human beings long for and pursue.Love is also the cheapest bargaining chip in making a deal with the devil.

There is no contradiction between his being loved and his being easily abandoned.

If it was him, of course he would do the same.

Riddle is very reasonable