[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

There are layers of bright yellow and bright red, and the warm colors seem to illuminate a corner of the sky.

So gorgeous.Riddle felt a little glaring, and looked away.

He didn't like the kind of momentum that seemed to be exhausting the last of his vitality.

After about 10 minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom disappeared, and there was the creaking sound of wet skin rubbing against the porcelain surface of the bathtub.

She is getting up from the water.

Then there was a soundless silence.

She should be wiping off the water with a towel.

Then came the sound of slow footsteps, stopping behind the door.

"Clothes." Fiona's voice came from behind the door panel.

Didn't even ask, did he really treat him as a house-elf?

Riddle twitched the corner of his mouth, "Yes, miss."

He waved his wand at the door of Fiona's room, and another white nightgown flew out of the room and landed in his hand. The dazzling thin arms held the skirt and retracted it.

"And underwear." The person behind the door said without any emotion.

Riddle: "..."

He waved his wand again blankly, and the same pure white underwear and panties appeared in Riddle's hands.

What a boring style.

He thought as he stuffed them into the door.

"Even if you say that, you can't hide that you have fantasized about the mission target only wearing them for a few seconds in your mind, and there is even a physiological reaction that can't be concealed." The system ruthlessly exposed Riddle, and scolded again An old pervert.

The old pervert turned a deaf ear.

After a rustling sound of dressing, Fiona opened the door and came out.

The hair that was not completely dried was draped over the shoulders, and water was still dripping from the ends of the hair, soaking the light cloth on the shoulders and chest.Her face was flushed by the steam, and she seemed to be in a good complexion, and even her blue eyes were shining with moisture.

He chanted a spell to dry her hair, and then, as he had come here, Riddle picked her up and sent her back to the room.

The shower gel and shampoo were specially selected as Fiona's favorite fragrance-free type, but for some reason, there was still an unidentifiable faint fragrance that drilled into his nose.The body that had just been soaked in hot water was still emitting a steady stream of heat, which was transmitted to him through the fabric. In just a few steps, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

"Heart is beating fast," stated Fiona, her face pressed against Riddle's chest.

Riddle bent down to put Fiona on the bed, then placed his lowered hand on her side, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The originally thin and cool lips were soaked in water vapor and became soft and hot, and the inside of the mouth was so hot that it made people panic because of the heat, like a freshly baked cake, trembling and hot, gently melting the cream on top , a creamy piece.

After a while, he raised his head and wiped away the water from her lips with his thumb.

"That's why, Miss Stethoscope," he said with a smile.

Fiona pursed her lower lip, seeming slightly uncomfortable from being swollen from sucking.

She glanced at him lightly, and asked very directly: "So, do you want to continue?"

Riddle's eyes sank as he glanced over the wet chest that was half-penetrating from his underwear.His tone remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile, "Do you know how to continue?"

"I know German."

Riddle: "..."

He almost forgot that he had read her a long and detailed description in German and English last year.

"In the past, you were a Dark Lord who brought blood and terror to the wizarding world, but now you are an out-and-out old pervert who teaches bad girls."

After savoring the word "bad teaching", it was rare for Riddle not to be offended by the systematic sarcasm, but instead laughed happily.

He said to himself: "You don't expect me to be ashamed of this? It's good to let you down. I like it very much."

Even a little addictive.

The system said coldly: "Really? Including the feeling of holding back?"

Riddle: "Do you think that if you really want to be satisfied, there is only one way?"

system:"……"

For the first time, there was a situation where the system was speechless.

Riddle almost wanted to laugh out loud.

He bowed his head and kissed the tip of Fiona's nose, groped down with his hands, and whispered softly: "Do you want to?"

Fiona looked at Riddle, raised her hand to touch his face, and smiled slightly, "Your expression is very beautiful now."

Like a bowstring being plucked, Riddle's entire body tensed up.

He felt that maybe in Fiona's eyes, it wasn't that he was "teaching bad" her, but that she was leading him step by step, making him show what she wanted to see.

They're both trying to be the other's tamer.

Riddle's desire was completely ignited.

He was eager to prove who would hold the ropes for binding.

He lowered his head, just about to kiss him fiercely, when Fiona half-closed her eyes and yawned delicately.

"Sleepy," her voice drifted away, "I'll sleep for a while, when I wake up..."

She tilted her head and fell asleep.

Riddle: "..."

System: "I don't quite understand, is there any other way?"

59. Raiders nine-step puzzle, solved

After Fiona's fever subsided, Riddle left the cabin again.

Time is running out, Fiona's health is deteriorating, and the time of lethargy is getting longer and longer, but he still has nothing so far.

He didn't even know what caused her body to continue to deteriorate until now.

The examination was repeated over and over again, only to see that her body's functions were declining, and her life was like a winding clockwork, passing by several times faster than ordinary people, until it finally came to an abrupt stop.

Fiona definitely knew what the problem was.Riddle knew that well, but he also knew she wouldn't say it.

Perhaps this is also a test for him?Riddle thought sarcastically.It's just that the courage to gamble with life is indeed only possessed by Fiona.

As long as there are puzzles, there will be answers. Similarly, there must be clues.

Where are the clues?

On the night of Christmas Eve, Riddle went back to the cabin in the heavy snow.Fiona was sleeping in her room when he came back and was not woken by his movement.

The house-elf told Riddle that she had been sleeping since noon without waking up.

Riddle sat in front of the fireplace without speaking.

Waiting until almost midnight, the sleepiness buried in his body after a long time of running gradually rose up. Riddle closed his eyes, only intending to take a rest, and fell asleep unconsciously, until he was awakened by the slight sound of wood burning in the fireplace. The sound of breaking woke me up.

Opening his eyes, Riddle saw Fiona at a glance.

She was wrapped in a thick plush blanket, even her hair was wrapped in, only her pale face the size of a palm was exposed, and the meat raised a while ago fell back when he didn't pay attention, it looked like it was hanging on the eaves icicles under.

She stood at the door of the room, half leaning against the door frame, and just watched him quietly for an unknown how long.

"When did you wake up?" Riddle sat up straighter.

"A few minutes ago," Fiona finished answering first, and then said softly, "You came back."

"Yeah." Riddle gestured for her to sit over. "We all missed dinner."

He ordered the house-elf to prepare food, then took out a small box without any packaging from his pocket, and handed it to Fiona who was sitting down.

"Christmas present." He laughed.

Fiona held the box without opening it, looked at Riddle and said, "A living creature again?"

"Well, the little thing I found by accident, isn't Lilith hibernating, this is just for you to pass the time."

After holding the box and rubbing it for a while, Fiona opened the box and saw the "little thing" huddled in the corner.

"Bowtruckle." Her tone was predictably flat.

The bright environment frightened the finger-long Bowtruckle in the box. It covered the two green leaves above its head against its face, curled up its green body as thin as a flower stem, and shivered.

Fiona put a finger in and touched its leaves lightly.

As if feeling the friendly attitude, the Bowtruckle quietly removed a leaf, revealing a small brown eye, looking timidly at Fiona outside the box.

After watching it quietly for a while, Fiona didn't continue to interact with it, but closed the box and handed it back to Riddle.

"Put it back," she said softly.

Riddle smiled slightly, and asked, "Why?"

"I don't like it." Seeing that Riddle raised his eyebrows in disbelief, Fiona continued, "I don't like raising this kind of creature that can build feelings."

Riddle suddenly realized, no wonder he wanted to give Lilith to her after she learned Parseltongue, but she also refused.

What she said at the time was "too troublesome", and he thought that compared to the bird that didn't eat, drink, or make noise, the snake needed to be fed and hidden, and she was too lazy to spend this energy.

Thinking about it, not only does she not keep any pets, she doesn't even seem to have a dedicated owl, and one of her abilities is obviously to perceive the emotions of animals.

"Before you didn't want to recognize your parents, the reasons you said were actually secondary." Riddle finally understood that all her actions came from the same reason, "You know you are dying, and I don't want you His death affected them again."

Fiona was noncommittal.

She turned her head to look at the window of the living room. There was a layer of ice flakes outside the window, blurring the outside scenery. She could vaguely see snowflakes falling one after another, and the roof of the wooden house made a slight creaking sound under the squeeze of snow.

"The Lestrange family used to have a tabby cat," she huddled under the blanket, seemingly cold, buried the lower half of her face in it, her voice