[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Fiona was not found in the cabin.He was inexplicably anxious, and hurriedly opened the door to go out, only to find her standing on the frozen lake in a cloak.

Riddle breathed a sigh of relief - he didn't know what he was nervous about, walked up to her, held her hand, it was really cold, and habitually used a warming spell on her.

"It's cold outside, why don't you stay inside?" He asked with concern.

"I want to see something new." Fiona looked at the emerald-like ice under her feet. Under the ice were crystal-clear bubbles that had frozen and formed, with a sense of fantasy beauty. "I don't have much time left."

Riddle was stung by the words.

He wandered in the forests of Albania in the state of soul, and when he was constantly possessed by various animals, he also felt the pain of the rapid collapse of his body. weak.

The scythe of death pierces the skin inch by inch on the neck, cuts off the blood vessels and trachea, and slowly grinds the throat bone. The long process is far more frightening and painful than ending it in an instant.

He didn't deny that he had been afraid, that he was afraid of dying in the rotten mud that no one knew about, that the glory he had created would become a joke in history of magic textbooks, that his name would not be respected or feared, only laughter and laughter. ridicule.

But he never completely despaired. He firmly believed that as long as his soul survived, as long as one of his Horcruxes survived, he would always find a chance to regain his strength and make a comeback.

Where's Fiona?Was she so calm from the very beginning, or was she struggling between hope and despair?

"I saw the owl flying out, you haven't given up yet?" Fiona looked up at Riddle, her nose was red from the cold, her tone seemed a little surprised.

Riddle said lightly: "I hate failure, but I'm less likely to admit defeat than to admit defeat."

Even if the system says that he is going to die tomorrow, he still has to fight with all his might before the moment of death arrives.

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 95."

Riddle was stunned, adding favorability to him at this time, so that he would not want to have the hope that he might really be able to complete the task.

But for some reason, he wasn't very excited about it.

After exhaling a cloud of white air, Fiona smiled lightly at Riddle, then turned her head and pointed to the mountain behind, "Let's go for a walk inside before I feel like going to sleep."

Riddle nodded, and took her on his arm to apparate into the woods in the mountains, standing on a path that he often took for walks last summer.

Fiona couldn't stand the force of the Apparation a little, and grabbed Riddle's arm and coughed intermittently for a while.The coughing sound was not loud, but every sound hit Riddle's heartbeat, and the echo in the empty forest gave him a sense of shock.

He stretched out his hand and patted her on the back lightly, and waited until the cough stopped and Fiona recovered her breathing, and then the two held hands and walked down together.

The narrow snow-covered mountain road was not easy to walk. Fiona was not strong enough, and it was hard for her feet to step into the snow. She would stumble after two steps. Riddle couldn't see it, and squatted down in front of her.

"Stop hanging on my arms like a sloth, come up, I'll carry you." He eased the atmosphere with a mocking smile.

Fiona didn't refuse, she put her hands on his shoulders and lay on his back. Riddle clasped her leg with his backhand, lifted it up slightly, stood up easily, and continued to move towards him with her weightless on his back. go forward.

On both sides of the path are dense cedars, which were still lush green in summer, but now the branches are covered with snow, and the sun shines on them, and every branch is shining with a crystal gleam.

"Like in a crystal ball," Fiona whispered into Riddle's ear.

The heat tickled Riddle, he said, "Maybe this world is not without merit." He tried to arouse her desire to survive, so that she could cooperate with him to save herself.

Fiona laughed softly, and Riddle knew what she was laughing at. This kind of words were really weird to him, so he couldn't help laughing too.

Then he felt Fiona's hands idly running through his hair.

"You are very skilled in carrying people back." She said in a chatty tone.

Didn't I ever carry your back? ——Riddle, who was about to answer like this, stopped in time.

He remembered that his experience of carrying Fiona in Little Hangleton Village was "covered" by the new experience in the fourth retracement.

Therefore, in the current Fiona's memory, he never carried her on his back clumsily.

And after this reversion, Fiona at that time would not even have the memory of him carrying her on his back skillfully this time, and they were walking under the beautiful cedar and teasing each other.

Only he remembers.

Riddle felt the dull pain of being slowly squeezed again.

Does it matter if you remember?he asked himself.

It doesn't matter.he answered.

"It's not a secret that I can get started with everything at once." Riddle said calmly.

Fiona didn't seem to notice the momentary pause, and was still running her fingers through his hair.

She still said casually: "Indeed, just like your kissing skills, very skilled."

Riddle: "..."

He choked up. If there is no practice object for this skill, it is difficult to explain it by self-taught.

But Fiona didn't want his explanation, and continued: "And your German, you can even understand the accent of a small village like Austria, which is similar to your mother tongue. Is this also inherited from your mother's memory? She looks very different from the Gunters."

Riddle: "..." She probably wants to settle the matter again at this time, right?

He slowed down and straightened his back a little.

Fiona chuckled and tugged at his hair, her voice was soft and non-aggressive, "Don't be nervous, I have something I don't want to say, and you have it too, it's fair. I just remind you to hide it from others in the future When it’s a secret, hide it tighter.”

after?other people?What's the meaning?

Riddle's mind was already prepared, but Fiona turned the page lightly.

She wrapped her arms around Riddle's neck, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said to herself, "I don't know when the winter here will end."

"What's wrong?" Riddle asked cautiously.

"Summer, autumn, winter, I've seen them all, I want to see what spring looks like here..."

Behind her, Fiona's voice gradually lowered, and it didn't take long for her breathing to grow longer.

Riddle didn't look back, and walked down the mountain step by step with the sleeping Fiona on his back.

A series of footprints changed from two people to one person was left on the winding path in the forest, and it was not long before they were all covered by the snow that fell again.

A few snows fell and stopped, and then the ice melted and the snow thawed again. The spring that Fiona wanted to see came not too early or too late. In early March, wild flowers appeared on the grass in front and behind the wooden house, and in April, The flowers in the village bloom into the sea.

Every household here grows flowers. There are beautifully arranged flowers of various colors in front of and behind the house. There are also many wild flowers in the mountains on the roadside. No one cares about them, and they bloom wantonly.

As before, Fiona picks some and puts them in a vase on her walks, but not every day, she now sometimes sleeps through the day.

But her complexion has improved visibly, with blood on her lips and shiny hair, she looks no different from before.

Back to light.

Riddle thought of the word.

In May, Dumbledore had sent a letter. It wasn't the first letter he'd written to Riddle, but each letter was about the same thing - nothing useful could be found.

But this time is different, Dumbledore mentioned a contract magic he just found, this magic is to connect the lives of two people together, that is to say, if this magic is cast, when Fiona dies, Riddle will die too.

This effect does not help Fiona, but the point is that this magic acts directly on the soul. In theory, it binds the souls of Riddle and Fiona.Then when the spell took effect, there might be a little possibility that Fiona's broken soul would be stabilized under the pull of Riddle's soul.

It's just a possibility.

Dumbledore said bluntly that no one can say anything about the soul. It is more likely that Riddle died with Fiona, or Fiona's soul was stimulated, which accelerated the deterioration of the body. , so he asked Riddle to think carefully before deciding whether to use it or not.

For Riddle, there was no need to think about it at all. Once Fiona died, he would always have to roll back the file. It would be better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If it fails, the result will not make any difference to him.

But just before Riddle was about to tell Fiona, the system that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly spoke, which surprised Riddle who was used to its disappearance.

"I thought you should have learned your lesson, Mr. Riddle."

When it opened its mouth, Riddle understood that there must be a problem with this magic, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I wanted to see if you could wake up in time, but I didn't expect that I would have to fulfill a systematic responsibility to remind you—don't try the magic that acts on the soul lightly. After all, every time you revert, the soul is always It's the same."

Riddle just had a fever in his head and didn't expect it, but now he reacted immediately.

Since it is the magic of soul binding, even after death, the soul should be bound together.If he uses it on Fiona, his soul will follow her to where the dead should go, no