[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

It sounds distorted, "When they asked Yardley to take me to play, Yardley would run away by himself, and I would just sit on the garden steps and watch the cat slowly come up and jump on my on the legs."

Riddle remembered Yardley mentioning that Fiona used to like to hang out with his old, ugly cat.

"It is very thin, its bones are very hard, its hair is shedding heavily, and its body is bald. Every time I go home with cat hair on my clothes, I will be beaten, but the next time I pass by, I will not drive it away. Mrs. Lestrange thought it was dying, so she asked me to take it home, but I refused, but Mrs. Shafik agreed. After returning, she scalded it to death with boiling water."

Fiona's tone was calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.She spoke unhurriedly, neither sighing nor sighing.

"Since then, I have known that death is a short-lived thing for me, but a long-term thing for others. You see, I still remember it, and the way it screamed from shrill to mournful."

Fiona's eyes moved back to the little box, and then to Riddle's face, her blue eyes only showing through the blanket, watching him calmly.

"Will you always think of me after I die?" She asked seriously.

Riddle thought for a while, and chose a less wrong answer, "It depends on you, don't you want me to die with you?"

The blue eyes on the blanket frowned, looking satisfied.

Looking into those smiling eyes, Riddle suddenly realized something.

The latest retracement point was at St. Mungo's Hospital, two or three years ago.If the file is reversed, Fiona at the point of reversion will not remember all the things that happened in the past few years.

What happened all these years?

Riddle, who had a good memory, remembered one by one.

On the window sill of the library at night, she pushed him off the broom, grabbed his tie and gave him a light kiss as a thank you.

On the Quidditch pitch under the torrential rain, she watched him win, and then he picked her up and walked out of the auditorium with all the teachers and students watching.

They cuddled on the swing set and kissed on the patio.

The countless days and nights they spent together in the wooden house, the notes they passed in class, all the corridors they walked together in the castle, and every piece of grass they stepped on under the sun hand in hand.

For Fiona, it doesn't exist.

Only he remembers.

These can of course be repeated again, he had such an experience in the previous strategy.

but--

Riddle slowly grasped the armrest of the sofa, he felt his heart was like a roof on the ceiling, being squeezed and stinging slightly by a sweeping emotion.

He didn't know what name to give to this strange emotion, but he felt the pain that didn't come from the body, but directly acted on the body, making him suffocate slightly.

— just like the pain that was caused when the soul was split in the first place.

As if stimulated by the sudden impact, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Riddle's mind.

He blurted out, "Horcrux."

Clue, the clue he's been looking for!

It's so obvious, why hasn't he thought about it?

Fiona blinked.

Riddle suddenly got up, walked quickly to Fiona, stared at her closely with his head down, with an expression of shock that couldn't be concealed.

"You read books about Horcruxes because what's really wrong is not your body, but your soul?" He raised his voice, his tone almost pressing.

The face buried under the blanket slowly lifted up, revealing a smiling mouth.

"Congratulations, you got it right," Fiona said briskly.

After getting the expected answer, Riddle still had a sense of unreal absurdity.

"Why the soul? What happened?" He kept asking.

Seemingly happy that Riddle finally found out the truth, Fiona replied in a good mood: "I don't know exactly what happened. I can only feel that during the magic riot, it was not only my body that was torn apart." The body, as well as the soul. So I have been looking for magic related to the soul, but you also know that the research of wizards in the field of soul is almost blank. I found the book Horcrux in the restricted area by accident. It is the book with the deepest connection with the soul, and it also gave me a guess."

Riddle also guessed what she was thinking.

"You suspect, during the Mana Riot, that you inadvertently created a Horcrux?" Like the soul fragment he left in Potter's mind.

But after speaking, Riddle shook his head, "Horcruxes need human life to make. Mrs. Shafik is not dead at all, you can't make a Horcrux."

He spoke with certainty, but the white shadow that rushed out of the window in the darkness when Fiona's magic rioted flashed through his mind.At the time, he thought it was just the reflection of glass shards, or the spell light effect cast by the magic power of the riot, but what if it wasn't?

Fiona looked at Riddle meaningfully, "Why are you so sure? What is written in the book is just a theory that has not been verified. Maybe it can be successfully produced without completing the step of killing?"

Of course it was because he was an experiment himself.

Riddle paused for a moment, and reluctantly explained: "I mean, according to what is said in the book, your guess is not valid."

Fiona shrugged her nose indifferently, "Who knows, maybe it's a failed Horcrux. My soul may just be damaged due to an unfinished split, or it may have already been split, but it can't be attached to the container and dissipated , no matter what the situation is, the incompleteness of the soul is an established fact. And this fact is the fundamental problem that cannot be solved by any method.”

Riddle fell silent.

After he made the Horcrux, the incompleteness of the soul did not cause such problems in the body.Because the Horcrux is essentially a sacrificial magic, by sacrificing a life, the purpose of cutting the soul is achieved.Moreover, this kind of cutting can be controlled automatically. How much to divide and which part to divide are all steps that require precise operation.

The part of his soul that was torn out after being hit by the rebound of the guardian magic was the product of an accident, and it did cause him a lot of damage.

Therefore, Fiona's guess is not a possibility, but a conclusion.

There were no sacrifices, no attachments, an unconscious, failed Horcrux production, which caused irreversible damage to her soul, and indirectly affected her body and magic power.

Puzzle solved.

But Riddle felt panic like never before in an instant.

Even when he fled to the Albanian forest in the state of a soul, he never really despaired. In the darkest days, he firmly believed that he would definitely find a way to restore his strength.

But now he wavered.

Riddle knows that the Horcrux is an irreversible magic. The body can be repaired, but the soul cannot be regenerated.

Of all the knowledge he possesses, there is nothing to mend the soul.

He knew a thousand ways to torture and kill, and could easily invent new ones, desperate and frightening, but he didn't know how to save a mortal man.

And that person's life is connected with him.

60. Raiders No.60 step is forgotten, it is twice

Riddle didn't go out again.

He locked himself in the room for five days, put forward countless hypotheses, and vetoed them one by one. He asked the system if this was a fatal situation, and the system said maliciously, "This is your problem, not mine. "Send it at will.

"I said it when we first met," the system seemed to have been expecting Riddle's current appearance as a trapped animal, and the happy tone almost rushed out through the monotonous voice, "All your sins come from your arrogance .If you hadn't been so smart and taken it for granted that you were in control, you would have discovered the truth a long time ago."

"So what if I found out earlier? Even if I knew from the time I accepted the mission that she would definitely die before the sixth grade, how can I get the full favorability within these five years?" Riddle asked violently.

The system let out a "huh", "Why don't you try begging me? Beg me and I'll tell you."

Riddle's pupils shrank, and he roared through gritted teeth: "You're dreaming!"

"Okay, I lied to you, but I won't tell you even if you beg me. Come on, Mr. Riddle, see you when we get back to the file."

After that, no matter how Riddle yelled, the system never appeared again.

He knew that it was because the system felt that it was impossible for him to complete the task in the remaining time, and he lost interest in watching the show.

When the system was there, Riddle found it annoying, but when the system disappeared, he felt the humiliation of being abandoned and denied, which made his mood even worse.

However, no matter how depressed he was, it was impossible for Riddle to accept his fate and wait for death.

After thinking about it, he made sufficient mental construction, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Dumbledore.

In the letter, he described Fiona's situation in detail, earnestly asked him to help find a solution to this predicament, and expressed that he would be very grateful and give back.

After writing this letter, Riddle wanted to give up writing several times. Of course, he had no psychological barriers to using Dumbledore, and he would still feel complacent, but he knew that when he wrote this letter, his mentality was not condescending use, but There is no other way to ask for help.

He refused to beg the system in a low voice, but turned his head and still wanted to ask for help from the sworn enemy of the two lifetimes, how could he not be angry.

The only consolation is that Dumbledore did not see through his mask, and treated him very kindly and lovingly, which can be regarded as a successful fraud.

The letter was posted, and Riddle walked out of the room,