[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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The system said indifferently: "To be or not to be, this is a question worth considering. Mr. Riddle, as I said, you are always too greedy, always feel that what the world gives you, you have too little. Even if you are given the gift of rebirth Opportunity, you take it for granted, and even pay a little price to resent injustice. I don't want to comment too much on your character, I just want to tell you that when you play with others like ants, you should naturally do well Mentally prepared to be manipulated as ants."

The nails dug deeply into the palm of his hand, and Riddle clenched his fist tightly.

And after the system stopped talking, Fiona's ethereal voice sounded immediately, "'If it's on the stage'?" She chuckled, "I think Mr. Riddle seems to be standing on the stage all the time."

Riddle froze.

Fiona stopped, and finally turned her head and raised her face, the hood slipped slightly, revealing her complete face.Riddle also stood still, looking down at her.

The neon-like lights in the store were projected on the wet ground, spreading into muddy colored light and shadows with the flow of water, and then reflected on each other's pale faces.

The rain rolled down from the umbrellas of the two, forming two transparent water curtains.

Through the water curtain, Fiona's face dyed in a strange color was indistinct. Riddle couldn't see her subtle expressions clearly, only the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the upward curve seemed to represent some kind of ancient evil spirit. runes.

"Although I like to be an audience, I prefer to hide behind the scenes and watch the real drama. I will naturally be more picky about the script that was specially played for me. Mr. Riddle, your acting skills are very good, but you are not emotional enough ——It can be said that it is too rough, but it adds a bit of color to the image, but if it is only this level, I can't applaud it." Fiona commented with a tone of picking goods.

Riddle no longer piled up goodwill, and the false mask was lifted from his face, revealing a cold expression.

"Ding. Add 1 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 3."

He ignored the system's reminder, and asked in a cold voice: "How did you find out?"

Fiona repeated patiently: "As I said, your performance was too clumsy, as if someone was forcing you with a knife behind your back, and your expression and emotion were completely separated, making it difficult for me to pretend to appreciate it."

Riddle narrowed his eyes, and raised the wand he had been holding in his hand against her throat.

He knew that this might lose his favorability, but now he couldn't bear her to continue to pose in front of him with such a superior and easy-going posture.

He wished to see her frightened, timidly begging for mercy.

However, to his disappointment, Fiona just twitched the corner of her mouth, and complained in a disappointing way: "It seems that she is a character who cannot accept her own failure? Unfortunately, this happens to be a typical trait of a loser."

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 2, and the current favorability is 1."

"Sorry, I was impulsive." Unable to use the death spell, threats are useless, Riddle can only withdraw his wand, and calm down, "Miss Shafik, can you please tell me how you know about the Gaunt family Yes?"

With the development of the situation to the current situation, he has given up on improving his favorability. Anyway, he is about to lose this opportunity, so it is better to get as much information as possible.

"You want to know?" Fiona thought for a while, then nodded briskly, "Well—for the sake of making me happy all night, let me tell you."

She took a step closer to Riddle and stood on tiptoe, as if she wanted to get closer and whisper something.

Riddle also lowered his body subconsciously.

The palm-sized slender face was enlarged in front of his eyes, and he looked at her strangely blue eyes, as if he had looked deeply into the hearts of two cornflowers.

"I am, like this..." She whispered, her cold breath mixed with water vapor sprayed on his chin.

At this moment, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

7. The seventh step of the strategy

"Ding. Every morning, what wakes me up is not the bell, but a dream! Not everyone is doomed to success. Faith means that even if you can't see the future, even if you don't see hope, you still believe that you can't make mistakes. The life you choose No mistake. If you have a dream, you can see the future. Good morning, Mr. Riddle."

As usual, he said good morning greetings when the sun was high, and the system sent caring care to Riddle who was sitting motionless in front of the window.

"Is today an autistic day too, Mr. Riddle."

Riddle ignored it.

The system sighed pitifully, "I understand how you feel, Mr. Riddle. If you reset your favorability to zero, you can still comfort yourself that I'm making things difficult for you, but when you fall into a real, 11-year-old little In the girl's hands, it is indeed a shame for the Dark Lord."

"Shut up," Riddle said quietly.

However, the system has always been selective in listening to Riddle's words, and continued to run on: "Remember what the mission target said? Refusing to admit your failure is the most typical trait of a loser. It's been three days, and you still can't accept the reality." ?"

"Please shut up, System," Riddle said again.

Small cracks began to appear on the windows, and the bed in the room shook slightly, making a teeth-stinging sound.

"They are all in their 60s, and they still play Magic Riot..."

The system muttered, I don't know if it didn't want to make Riddle fail the attack before seeing the mission target because of it, or it had achieved the goal of catching Riddle's painful foot, it quietly hid its existence feel.

Both the room and the conscious world were restored to cleanliness. Riddle stared at the cracked window with cobweb cracks, and his mood was not as stable as his expression.

The system's mocking words were still echoing in his ears, and those blue eyes with a mysterious smile appeared in front of his eyes. As the system said, he still couldn't accept that he would die in the hands of a little girl who hadn't entered Hogwarts yet. hand.

——Yes, he didn't hear the system's announcement, and returned to this room directly after losing consciousness.

Riddle hadn't even figured out how she died—her wand was still in its box, what kind of profound magic could a child who hadn't entered Hogwarts perform?

He asked the system, and the system only had one sentence - "This is your problem, not mine."

Go to [beep——] my [beep——] question.Riddle couldn't help kicking over the only chair in the room.

Ever since he knew he was a wizard, Riddle had never vented his emotions with fists or kicks, which in his opinion was an inferior behavior of Muggles.However, at that moment, he really wanted to drag the system out of his mind and strangle it to death with his hands.

It took him three days to digest most of this kind of anger that was on the verge of madness. Until now, there is still a sense of depression hovering in his heart that is hard to dissipate.

Loser—this word that he wanted to ignore but became more and more obvious, constantly poking at the strongest defense, forcing him to face up to a fact.

—He was indeed a loser.

Since the day of his rebirth, Riddle has been subconsciously avoiding the foregone conclusion.

He lost.

He lost to Harry Potter and the so-called "love" magic in Potter.

The first failure in infancy can still be explained by negligence, but the disastrous defeat in the duel does not allow him to use any excuses to quibble.

Same goes for Fiona Shafik.

For a long time, Riddle felt that his opponent was the system, a mysterious existence beyond the rules he understood, and the little girl he had never paid attention to was just an obstacle specially arranged for him by the system. With his ability, he will definitely be able to easily cross the past.

Then, the girl he looked down upon gave him a painful lesson with a smile, taunting and warning him that if he continued to deceive himself like this, he would repeat the same mistakes.

Riddle closed his eyes.

He sat unmoving in this hardwood chair until late at night, finally calming down the fierce battle between self-consciousness in his head.

What is his goal?Riddle asked himself, and answered without hesitation, it was life, it was immortality.

So, in order to achieve this goal, what can he give?

Compared with actually living, meaningless pride, insignificant self-esteem, insignificant face—all these, he was determined to give up.

Because he believes that after winning the final victory, he will get back all the things he has to endure humiliation and parting with.

Riddle opened his eyes, staring at the mottled moonlight on the ground with extreme sobriety, without any emotion, he traced the figure of Fiona Shafik in his mind, and began to really put her in an equal position with himself, Study and figure out carefully.

According to the information provided by Yardley, Fiona has been eccentric since she was a child. This is probably due to her status as an illegitimate daughter. Her mother treated her very harshly. It is not sure what role his father played in it. Maintain or let go, in order to fully grasp her temper and character, her family relationship is a key clue that needs to be ascertained.

When Fiona was a child, she liked to read some books that Yardley couldn't understand, which seems to correspond to what she said she loved to dig out the side stories of the wizarding family.But it can't be completely sure, after all, it is still unknown how credible her words are.

Assuming it's true, there should be some special reason for this unusual hobby.What would make a kid want to collect wizarding families?