[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Wet and blurred into a ball.

"It's amazing, your logic is self-consistent and you can forget about my existence."

The dull voice suddenly sounded in his head startled Riddle, he raised his wand and glanced around, and said sharply, "Who?"

"Wait a little longer and you'll find out."

What are you waiting for?Riddle became even more vigilant.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement on the deserted lake.He walked to the shore suspiciously, and saw an exquisite log cabin ahead, he didn't pay much attention, and prepared to disapparate and leave.

At this moment, that strange voice sounded again.

"Ding. The mission target dies, the favorability is zero, and the mission fails."

Before Riddle could understand the meaning of this sentence, he was forcibly cut off from thinking and fell into darkness.

Opening his eyes again, Riddle saw his hands covering Fiona's face. She turned her head and lightly touched his palm with her lips as pale as snow.

"Perhaps, meeting you is indeed something to be thankful for. I began to look forward to that day." She smiled and said softly.

"Ding. Trigger the CG animation: The girl lost in memory. Would you like to watch it?"

Riddle was shocked.

He recovers all his memories and realizes one thing.

He forgot about Fiona.

Not once, but twice.

61. Strategy No.60 One step, he is the black swan

What does it feel like to lose life force a little bit from the body?

He was lying powerlessly in the bathtub, the cold water splashing, the sound of water hitting the porcelain surface echoed in the bathroom, sharply stimulating the eardrums.The accumulated water permeated the fabric of the back little by little, the coldness invaded, the pores were shrinking, and the muscles trembled slightly.

The water flow is not strong, and it will take a long time to fill the entire bathtub and submerge the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but I can't break free from my body, and I can keenly feel the water level move up every minute.

Every beat of the heart is shortening the distance between meeting with suffocation.The breathing is still normal, but from the previous experience, I felt the pain of the water rushing into the air duct and rushing into the lung lobes in advance.

When the water overflows the nostrils, I instinctively hold my breath first. When the chest cavity expands to the point of exploding, the water pierces the trachea viciously like a blade along with the coughing. The throat will convulse from stress, wriggling and trying to vomit the water out , but that just makes more water choke in.

The smell of blood spread in the mouth, and after that, a miserable cry sounded like fingernails scratching the glass in the eardrums. The bloodshot eyes and dizziness made the scene in the field of vision as if covered with a layer of transparent red tulle, blurred and distorted .

Soon, the pain will be numb in the body as if covered by ice and snow, the whole world suddenly quiets down, and in the drowsy consciousness, only the heartbeat in the body becomes slow and heavy, and the sound of blood gurgling in the blood vessels is like Hypnotic whispers.

In the darkness and silence, the black robe of the Grim Reaper floated soundlessly like a jellyfish, waiting, calling, and approaching just a few feet away.

It is indifferent to pain, and only relief can be exchanged for its gentle embrace.

Fiona yearns for relief.

The reason why she can describe this process in such detail and precision is because Cordelia liked to use this method to punish her for a while, just because she did not show her attachment and intimacy to her mother in front of others.

After the first panic, Fiona fell in love with this punishment instead.Compared with the pain caused by the hot wax drenching her body, whipping with hooked whips and other violent means, and the uncontrollable physiological tears, she even enjoyed the feeling of being within reach of death.

The water filled the ear canals, distorting the cursing voice, the dizzy and blackened eyes could not see the ferocious twisted face, the paralyzed body could not feel the pain, and the heart pounded hard into the depths of the soul.

—is a more real and stronger feeling than being alive.

It's a pity that Cordelia quickly gave up this method, because Fiona's struggle was not strong enough, and she couldn't tell whether it was water or tears that blurred Fiona's face.

she will not die.Fiona knew.

Cordelia would not let her die, Cordelia needed her to live as much as she needed her pain to appease her own.

Fiona learned to observe before she had the ability to think complexly.

She seems to be born with a certain ability higher than ordinary people, able to collect and process complicated information.Her eyes can see the fibers and grass clippings on the coat, her nose can distinguish the smell of different cigars dyed on her body, her ears are always sensitive to catch the slightest sound, and quickly transform all kinds of feelings into something close to intuition judgment.

So Fiona sensed early on that she was in a dangerous situation.

It seems that the alien servant with good intentions, loyalty is an instinct formed through domestication, and under the timid appearance of obedience, deep resentment and rebellion are its nature.

The moody hostess, in front of outsiders, will give hugs and kisses with great maternal feelings to satisfy her long-standing desire to become a mother, but when she is alone, she will vent her anger and pain hysterically.

As for the male master, he obviously has the supreme authority in this family, but he is lazy to maintain his position with a guilty conscience. He just pretends to be deaf and dumb, allows his wife to commit violence against his daughter, and perfunctorily creates his own loving father. set up.

The three members living under the same roof are like the three endpoints of a triangle. They are closely connected but have different ideas. Fiona, who is in the center of the interior, feels the crisis that is constantly being squeezed and released from her surroundings. Instinct came to his rescue.

The first thing she said was "Gedian".

At that time, apart from Fiona, there were only house-elves in the baby room, but Gedian immediately turned his head and looked around, making sure that the master and hostess were not there, and then looked at Fiona in surprise.

"Miss Fiona, you can speak!" Gedian heaved a sigh of relief.

Since the last meeting with Miss Fiona in her arms, the guest casually mentioned "It's over a year old, can't you talk?" After the person left, the hostess became very angry and pinched Fiona Miss's arms and legs commanded her to call mother.

In fact, Miss Fiona is already two years old. In order to conceal her origin, the hostess went to Italy for more than a year on the grounds of pregnancy discomfort, where she strictly controlled Miss Fiona's diet and forced her I brought it back after being hungry until I was over a year old.

Gedian was muttering in his heart at that time, and he was still talking. It's lucky that he didn't starve into a fool.

Miss Fiona was pinched by the mistress--her cry was quite different from that of Master Yardley, who deafened his ears when he cried, and Miss Fiona cried in a low voice, The milk cat sobbed like a moan.

After pinching for two or three days, Miss Fiona still didn't speak, and the hostess lost her patience and ordered it to teach Miss Fiona to speak. If she still can't speak when she comes over next time, she will put its head into the boiler inside.

Gedian was so frightened that he desperately whispered his mother in Fiona's ear these two days, but he didn't expect that the first time she spoke was the name of it.

"Miss Fiona, mother, quickly talk to mother." Gedian coaxed in a low voice, afraid that the hostess would suddenly open the door and come in.

Fiona still repeats Gedian's name.

Gedian was anxious and frightened, so he couldn't help but shouted a little louder, "My Miss Fiona! What's the use of being called Gedian! After being pinched for so many days, I don't have a long memory!"

"Gedian, I like it," Fiona said slowly.

Dazed for a moment, Gedian stammered and said, "Miss Fiona...do you like Gedian?"

Fiona looked at it and nodded.

The creases stretched out one by one on the wrinkled and ugly face. The house elf who had never felt any kindness was shocked by the joy and turned around a few times. It wanted to say something, but it still firmly remembered it. Own task - after all, this is a matter of life and death.

"Then, Miss Fiona, listen to Gedian and say something about mother, okay?" Gedian, who was overly excited, didn't notice at all that it was trying to make its little master obey its orders.

Fiona smiled and said obediently, "Mother."

For a moment, Gedian thought the "mother" was calling him.

An unprecedented complex emotion rose in his heart, and Gedian looked at the figure about the same size as it on the crib, his eyes softened unconsciously.

He thought that although he was a house-elf, he knew it was a good thing to have an heir in the family, and told him, so what if Miss Fiona wasn't the mistress's own?The surname is Shafiq, and the hostess' mother is called, isn't that good?For a pure-blood family, the continuation of the bloodline is the most important thing.

Alas, the hostess is too sentimental, if the old master is still alive, although he will always knock the ashes from the pipe on its head, scalding it to blisters, but it is better than the master in managing housework Too much.Of course, it is absolutely not, and it never dares to have any opinions on the master and mistress. It is just loyal to the Shafiq family and considers the glory of the family.

Gedian thought helplessly and slightly dissatisfied.

Speaking of which, the witness of the rise and fall of a family should be the house elf in the family. It has lived for such a long time, and it actually knows more than ordinary wizards.Wonder what Miss Fiona will be like when she grows up, if she'll be taught by it...

Looking at the house-elf who was lost in thought, Fiona stopped smiling.She turned her eyes to the portrait hanging on the wall with a blank expression. In the frame, the old wizard was sleeping with his hat on, snoring slightly.

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