[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Understand and appreciate Fiona's choices.

He wondered why there was a fire of resentment burning in his chest, burning his blood and making his joints crack.

He stared at Fiona who looked away, and realized that he may have feared, loathed, and hated some people, but he had never burned all his reason and devoted all his emotions to hate a person like this moment.

For Riddle, though, explicit hatred kept him more sane than sticky, unclear feelings.

Sighing helplessly, Riddle softened his expression, walked over and sat beside Fiona, and held her hand as intimately as before.

He said softly, "Why don't you commit suicide?"

Not sure if he was recovering from his rage too quickly, or if the question he asked was too abrupt, Fiona gave him an odd look and said nothing.

"You're just bored, not disgusted, right?" Riddle discarded all emotions, and whispered softly, "Since you didn't choose to leave this world voluntarily, can I understand that, assuming there is a possibility of survival, you Won't you refuse?"

Fiona stared at Riddle, who was expressionless, and nodded slightly for a while.

Riddle smiled slightly, hugged her into his arms, and whispered coaxingly in her ear: "Fiona, this world is indeed boring, vulgar, and extremely boring. You can leave me behind, but I can't bear to let you go." Let you go. Before my game with the god of death comes to a conclusion, I hope, no, I pray, that you can accompany me to continue to sink in this hopeless world."

"But," Fiona drew a little distance away unmoved, wrapping her hands around Riddle's neck.She raised her head, stared at his eyes with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said slowly, "If what I want is, will you die with me?"

This should be the first time she took the initiative to make such a sweet and lingering gesture, but Riddle felt a cold and slippery snake coiled around his neck, hissing and spitting.

She wants to kill him?

Now, or before death?

Is he going to rebel?

If she uses the ability to force obedience, can he resist successfully?

Riddle controlled his eyes and didn't dodge them, and looked closely at the pair of deep blue eyes that could control him at any time.

After a moment of silence, he chuckled and nodded, "I said, I will give you whatever you want."

Fiona stared deeply at Riddle.

After a while, she lowered his head, closed her eyes and kissed him without any gesture.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 93."

In the sound of sticky kisses and the system's broadcast, Riddle lowered his eyes to cover the flashing ridicule.

……

After Fiona acquiesced in Riddle's finding a cure for her, Riddle immediately went to Dippet and asked for a suspension.

If Fiona's health can be cured, they can come back and continue reading. If she can't, Del will have to wait until the file is returned to continue reading.

Dippet originally disagreed. He felt that Fiona might be able to drop out of school, and Riddle should not suspend his studies. After Dumbledore heard about the situation, he helped Riddle persuade him.

Of course, how could Dumbledore not like such a "touching" "love" story.

Feeling overwhelmed, Riddle wanted to thank him sincerely.

Dumbledore said that they could ask him for help if they encountered any problems, and Riddle didn't hesitate at this time, and accepted his kindness very readily.

Dumbledore's research in the field of white magic must have surpassed him in breadth and depth, and he never disliked what he could use.

After school was suspended, Riddle took Fiona to St. Mungo's first. As expected, none of the therapists had seen this situation, and they all expressed their powerlessness.

So they went back to the wooden house in Austria, and Fiona couldn't hide it now, or it was hard to hide it, showing sleepiness frequently.Often Riddle just turned around, and when she looked over again, she had already dozed off.

Looking back at this moment, it seems that she had already had signs of lethargy before she came to the wooden house last year.The funny thing is that at that time Riddle was still complacent, thinking that it was her showing that she let her guard down in front of him.

Riddle, who was looking through his memory, remembered another thing. During the Christmas holiday, he thought that Fiona had deliberately pretended to be asleep to let him see the book with Horcruxes. Could it be that she really fell asleep at that time?

About the Horcrux, did she do it on purpose or not?

After a little analysis, Riddle put the problem aside.Whether it was intentional or not, it was no longer the focus of his attention, and he devoted all his attention to finding a way to treat Fiona.

He hired a house elf from the Ministry of Magic to take care of Fiona, and he didn't stay in the cabin often, just like traveling around the world to collect black magic before, he traveled to different countries and revisited some places he had traveled, See if there is something there that he didn't care about before that could come in handy now.

Every three days, Riddle would go back to the wooden house to observe Fiona's situation, and test whether the newly researched magic and potions had any effect on her.

Fiona was very cooperative, no matter how weird the food he fed her, she would eat it and do everything he asked her to do without complaining or questioning.

Once there was an unexpected side effect after drinking the potion. Fiona developed a high fever and lay on the bed like a boiled shrimp. When she woke up in the middle of the night and saw Riddle who was guarding the bed , her expression remained flat.

"Are you back, or haven't you left?" She barely made a sound, just lip-synching slightly.

Riddle held her hand a little harder, "Do you think I can walk in this situation?"

Fiona moved her fingers, scratched his palm, and said with a smile, "I think you're taking revenge on me."

He'd always thought about it, but had no chance.

The strength in his hands relaxed, Riddle helped her up and fed her some water, while asking, "Revenge for what?"

"I don't know." After drinking the water, Fiona's voice gained some strength.

"Then why should I take revenge on you?"

"Maybe it's because you hate me?"

The hand holding the glass of water tightened.

Fiona smiled softly, and rubbed her sweaty head against Riddle's shoulder, and then again.

"Tom, I grew up hating, and no one knows what it feels like to be hated better than I do." She paused, took a breath, and continued, "I want you to hate me more than love."

Riddle carefully pushed back the sticky wet hair on her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Fiona closed her eyes and spoke slowly, "Unfamiliar things will make people nervous, they will make people think a lot, and they will make people have scruples. Only things that you are used to can make you feel at ease."

That statement struck a chord with Riddle.

He also likes things that can be controlled, and everything about Fiona seems to be out of control all the time, which always makes him irritated.

"Do you hate me then?" he asked, expecting an affirmative answer.

There was no answer, however, and Fiona had fallen asleep.

The next day, before Fiona regained her strength, she braced herself to get out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Riddle stopped her.

"I sweat a lot and want to take a shower." Fiona lifted the neckline of her nightgown a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Fiona, who was so weak that she was shaking as she walked, it was hard for Riddle not to suspect that she would pass out in the middle of the bath.Just about to say to let the house elf go in and help her, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them unwillingly.

"I'll take you in."

Before Fiona agreed, Riddle had already bent over and hugged her.

very light.

Riddle couldn't help but think of the scene where he carried Fiona on his back in Little Hangleton Village. It seemed to be a long time ago. He couldn't recall the mood at that time, anyway, it must be different from now.

He carried Fiona into the bathroom and put it down, filled the bathtub with hot water, and the small space instantly steamed with heat.

"Don't wash for too long," Riddle warned, "I won't close the door tightly, you can't bear the heat and stuffiness inside. I'm at the door, call me if you need anything."

When he was talking, Fiona had already slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub, seeing that he was about to go out, she said softly, "There is one thing right now."

Riddle turned his head and saw Fiona pushed all her hair to one side of her chest, revealing her narrow back sideways.

"Zip," she said.

Apparently, she couldn't twist her hands behind her neck right now.

After a pause for a second, Riddle walked over, leaned over and pinched the little slider on the back of her neck.

The water vapor next to the bathtub splashed on his face and inhaled into his nasal cavity, his breathing became damp and heavy, and even his body felt slightly hot.

The zipper slides down slowly on the chain teeth, and the originally meshed chain teeth are disengaged to both sides, and the white cloth hangs down to each side, and the angle changes from small to large, like the curtain slowly opened on the stage , starting from that thin white neck, revealing the pale skin inside little by little.

The zipper was closed at the waist, Riddle let go of his hand, turned and walked out of the bathroom without looking for another second.

When he turned around and closed the door, he saw the white skirt falling off and stacked on the floor through the gap between the door panel and the door frame, like a falling white rose.

Riddle turned his back and stood behind the covered side door.

There was a clear sound of water coming from the open door.

A little thirsty.

Riddle's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Looking around the living room idly, Riddle was a little surprised when he fell out of the window. He saw that the mountains surrounding the lake changed from green to