[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Can go back and start over.

almost.Riddle froze for a moment.

The system snorted and fell silent again.

The only hope left was in vain, and Riddle watched as the time ran to June without stopping - it was at this time that Fiona proposed to drop out of school, which meant that she really didn't have much time in the future.

Fiona's expression remained unchanged, and it was impossible to see whether she had heard Death's footsteps behind her.

After getting up early in a rare morning, she and Riddle went out for a walk, and saw the small wooden boat tied to the pier in front of the house, and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​rowing.

Riddle naturally complied with her request, led her to sit on the boat, waved his magic wand, and the small wooden boat that just sat opposite to the two of them automatically rowed towards the center of the lake without oars.

The wind on the lake was very cool, Fiona looked at a pair of swans swimming past the boat, and seemed to think of something, with a smile on her lips.

"Do you know what I thought of when I first saw you?" she asked in a good mood.

The first time in her memory should be in the box on the train.

"What did you think of?" Riddle asked cooperatively.

"Beautiful black swan," Fiona replied.

Without waiting for Riddle to be happy with this good description, she added: "Transformed from an ugly duckling."

"...a novel metaphor." Riddle twitched the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Riddle's perfunctory expression, Fiona rolled her eyes.

"What about you? What were you thinking?"

Riddle thought for a moment. When he first met Fiona, there was only one thought on his mind.

"Finally found you." He said truthfully.

During the countdown to the reversion, he felt ecstasy and fear for her appearance.

This sentence should be somewhat inexplicable to Fiona, but she didn't ask further, nodded, and asked again: "So, will you be happy because we met?"

"Of course." Riddle said without hesitation—he didn't think about the truth of this sentence.

Fiona smiled. "Me too."

Riddle was stunned, joy and ominous premonition rose from his heart at the same time, making him make a strange expression with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyebrows furrowed.

The boat stopped in the middle of the lake, and the wind blew Fiona's long hair. She sat in the shadow of the lake and looked at Riddle for a long time, as if this was the first time they met. , and the last time.

Riddle moved his finger, "Are you going to kill me?"

Although death was almost a foregone conclusion, he instinctively began to take precautions.

Still watching him quietly, Fiona said after a while, "I was going to kill you in the spring."

"Why didn't you do it?"

"When the first snow fell last year, I also wanted to kill you."

"...Why didn't you do anything?" Riddle asked again.

The blue eyes rippled slightly like lake water, Fiona said softly: "From the first snow to the last snow, from the last snow to the last spring, wait for spring It's finally over, and I thought, well, let's go to the end."

It was obvious that Fiona was talking about her arrangement for his death, but instead of feeling angry, Riddle felt that a stream of warm water was slowly pouring into his body, gradually filling up, like a lake supporting his heart.

His heart floated and swayed like a boat beneath him.

"Finally—meaning now?"

"That's it."

"Why don't you do it?" Riddle asked a third time.

Fiona blinked. "Because I lied."

Riddle was surprised, and then asked: "Which sentence?"

"You are more than that."

Riddle couldn't help reaching out and caressing her face.

"What is it?" He was expecting, but he didn't know why he was a little flustered, as if he had a premonition that the answer he was waiting for would break through all his psychological defenses.

But he still waited with bated breath.

Fiona rubbed his palm lightly, "You are the saving grace of this world."

it is ridiculous.

Riddle waited for the answer, but was the first to deny it.

Maybe this is her real lie.he thinks.He had said that no one loved his viciousness and meanness more than Fiona when he had said it against Alphard, but he hadn't taken it seriously.How could it be possible that there would be someone who knew that he was full of lies, hypocrisy and cunning, but still regarded him as the only existence in the world worthy of nostalgia?

He wanted to laugh a few times in his heart to ridicule Fiona's clumsy lies, but his body betrayed his will, and he hugged Fiona with force uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly in his arms.

"Give it a try and live with me." Riddle breathed heavily, completely unaware that his tone was almost pleading.

Fiona pressed her face against Riddle's heart and whispered, "Say, you will give me what I want."

"What do you want?" Riddle asked urgently. He didn't think there was anything in the world that he couldn't help her get.

"What I want is in you, and you will indeed give it to me, but you won't give me everything."

The lips moved slightly, the voice stuck in his throat, and Riddle didn't speak.

"Tom, I have nothing, but it's not quite mine, and I don't want it," Fiona said slowly, pushing him away.

Looking at Fiona with a calm expression but firm eyes, Riddle was in a state of confusion. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He hesitated, struggled, repeatedly brought it up and put it down.

Finally, with difficulty, he tried to speak: "Maybe—if you try, maybe—"

"Your appearance has brought many unexpected changes to my life, which I can see at a glance." Fiona interrupted him, and said calmly, "I never thought about it before, so it turns out that I would also have the desire to get I thought I had no fear of death, but you have shaken me. Tom, not only do I want to go to the end with you, but I have also thought more than once that maybe I can walk with you."

She paused and took a light breath, like a broken vase, a broken look appeared on Fiona's face for a moment.

"But I'm afraid," she whispered.

Riddle was gripped tightly by her expression and the words "I'm afraid", and felt his whole body shrivel up, making him unable to breathe.

He also lowered his voice and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of the unpredictable unknown, afraid of uncontrollable feelings, afraid of losing after getting it, afraid of expecting nothing, afraid of returning from nothing to nothing."

Fiona held Riddle's face in both hands, and kissed his lips softly and with nostalgia, "I'm afraid that things that burn me will eventually freeze me."

Her forehead was against Riddle's forehead, the tip of her nose rubbed against his, and her eyes were fixed on his eyes. Riddle felt an invisible force gradually controlling his mind and body, and he had neither the heart nor the power to resist.

"So, stop here. I accept my established ending and get peace. You continue to subvert your destiny and plunder glory. Tom, thank you for everything you have brought me, including regrets."

Riddle's consciousness began to gradually blur, as if the rest after extreme exhaustion was calling him to give up resistance.

"What do you want to do?" he murmured.

Since she had given up killing him, why did she still manipulate him?

"A little selfishness." She said with a smile, "I don't want me to be like that old cat, a pale shadow that will not disappear in your memory, but gradually fades, like a skull with a name engraved in a cave. Face, only empty eye sockets. I don't believe you will remember me forever, so don't remember me at all."

Riddle opened his eyes wide and tried to fight back, but when Fiona's lips pressed against his eyelids, all his consciousness was overwhelmed.

"The encounter without a period, let it return to the original point after my death."

Riddle heard Fiona cough, and it seemed that warm liquid dripped on his face, and then she wiped it away bit by bit.

"Farewell, Tom." Fiona said the last words slowly.

The face in front of him began to dissipate like mist, and Riddle was directly pushed into the darkness by an irresistible force.

It seemed that it was just a distraction, Riddle woke up, and he found himself sitting alone on a small wooden boat, parked in the middle of the lake, gently swaying with the gentle waves.

Dazed for a moment, he remembered that after his rebirth, he came here to find traces of Grindelwald, and wanted to approach Grindelwald before he was defeated by Dumbledore, and wait for the opportunity to get the Elder Wand.

It's a pity that the information I got was wrong, Grindelwald is not here.

He was slightly annoyed that the plan had failed, but he wasn't very disappointed. Anyway, he had already gained Dumbledore's trust, and there were many chances of getting the Elder Wand.

Riddle took out his wand to try to bring the boat to shore, but found a piece of paper in his sleeve, took it out and opened it, it was a portrait.

The figure in the painting seems to be drenched by the rain, with an innocent and affectionate smile on the face of the dripping water, but a pair of dark eyes looking sharply out of the picture, pieced together a gentle and fierce contradictory look.

There are a few more lines at the bottom in beautiful Italian script.

You are the last passerby on my way

last spring

last snow

The last battle for survival.

F.

what?

Riddle looked at the front and back of the paper several times, and probed repeatedly with spells, but failed to find any useful information, so he lost his patience and threw it into the water.

Drawing paper quickly on the lake