[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The palms are slightly rough, there are unclear sun marks on the wrists, the nails have not been carefully polished and rounded after trimming, and there are subtle old scratches on the finger pads, which are probably caused by wood thorns or manual work.There is a thin callus on the knuckle of the middle finger, not from the quill, but from the pen.

—Muggle-born.

— Non-wealthy families.

——I used to do some manual work and copying.

"Tom, were your parents wizards?"

Facing Yardley's curious question, Fiona, who was sitting opposite, saw Riddle take a sip of pumpkin juice, and her eyelashes fluttered quickly.

Then he raised his head, looked calm, and smiled without hesitation: "Of course."

--lie.

--camouflage.

——A born fraudster.

— Ambitious schemer.

Riddle looked up at Fiona across the way.

He is very keen and vigilant, and at the same time, he is very used to and enjoys the gaze of people around him, so his gaze quickly swept over her, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise at her hair color, as if deciding Seeing that she was not threatening, he smiled skillfully.

He must have practiced in front of a mirror.thought Fiona.

That's why he can easily combine the eyes, facial muscles and lip lines into a perfect expression, showing friendliness without being too easy-going, as if it was purely due to the etiquette requirements of family upbringing and his own moral character, and at the same time It can make people feel a bit of his good nature unintentionally revealed.

The sense of distance brought about by the overly superior appearance and the nobleness of his gestures is neutralized by the harmlessness and gentleness piled up between his eyebrows and eyes. No one can not feel fond of him when he receives his smile, and unconsciously respond with a smile. A smile that wants to connect with him.

The corner of Fiona's mouth curled up, and she returned a shallow smile across the long table. Riddle turned her head nonchalantly, and continued talking with Yardley next to her. She lowered her head and slowly divided the beef on the plate.

From that aggressive smile that was designed to win favor with one hit, Fiona could easily judge that this is a person who will not care about any means to achieve his goal, and will never give up.

fine.she thinks.So far, she won't be bored for a while.

Fiona watched Riddle silently, under the cover of roommate Tiffany Foley.

Most of the young wizards from the Muggle world, after passing through the initial fresh period, magic for them has changed from an incredible miraculous phenomenon to a boring homework for professors every day.

Riddle was naturally different from them.He almost fanatically absorbs all the knowledge he can get his hands on, as if it is not a skill for him, but the food that sustains his life.

With his rare talent and high enthusiasm for learning, Riddell has achieved unsurpassed results in all subjects. Coupled with his impeccable performance in other aspects, he has become a high-profile student in the school before the semester is over. And the perfect icon of welcome.

It could be seen that he was very proud of fooling everyone. The reason why he didn't get carried away was that Fiona didn't think he had amazing self-control and patience-to be honest, this aspect could be regarded as his weakness.After a long time, it is difficult for his eyes and tone to conceal his contempt for the people around him. It is not difficult to infer that he has always been out of tune with others in the environment he lived in before.

What made Riddle carefully maintain his mask was his fear of Dumbledore.

What should have happened between them.Fiona speculated.Dumbledore may have been the guide for Riddle to enter the school, and the only way for Riddle to show his feet was before the entrance.

At the beginning, Riddle tried to win the favor and trust of the professor, but soon, he found that his all-hands-on tricks didn't work in front of Dumbledore.Under Dumbledore's kind smile, which seemed to treat everyone equally, the eyes that fell on him were obviously a little colder.

Dumbledore saw through Riddle's trick, but didn't take it too seriously.For Dumbledore, Riddle was still too raw, he was busy, and he had other things that required more attention than Riddle.

For example, Grindelwald's army is expanding in Europe.

This undoubtedly made Riddle feel frustrated and resentful.

Fiona could almost clearly see that the young man who had never experienced failure, after being frustrated, his heart became more and more blazing like wildfire on the wasteland.

Will he swear in his heart?Fiona read his thoughts.Maybe he has sworn that one day in the future, he will make people who don't take him seriously regret his momentary negligence?

Fiona couldn't help smiling.

If this is a play, the person who wrote it has already planted a meaningful foreshadowing in this place.

I kind of want to see if things will really develop as she imagined.

It's just... a little thought.

Riddle grew up rapidly at Hogwarts, and Fiona watched him transform from being cautious and tentative when he first entered the school to the leader of the small group step by step.

He secretly raised the banner of the Slytherin blood, first befriended and won over, then subdued and brainwashed, and finally threatened and suppressed. Under the rules he quietly established and centered on him, he was arrogant and arrogant Avery, Blake and other pure-blooded descendants of him also unconsciously became his pawns.

Seeing his sunny, enthusiastic, and kindness to everyone on the surface, she turned around and hinted that the followers around him were bullying wizards of Muggle descent.Looking at the child who has never seen the real danger, under his provocation and instigation, he began to enjoy the fear and submission from the weak.

It's like watching the grass seeds flying in from the outside fall into the flowerbed, mixed with the carefully cultivated flowers, and the roots buried in the ground expand rapidly, occupying the living space and plundering nutrients quietly.

As a result, the flowers faded, the weeds ran rampant, and the flower garden became a quagmire, either assimilating or devouring.

Fiona can always see in the book that warriors with high moral character are likened to gems that have endured hardships and never lose their brilliance. It seems that only kind and righteous people can radiate dazzling light.

However, she discovered that once black is pure to the extreme, it can actually emit light.She saw the light in Riddle's body, it was the fierce eyes that flashed past when the beast preyed on the prey in the treacherous night.

Fiona hadn't thought there would be any positive interaction between her and Riddle.

It's not that Riddle has never noticed that she often pays attention to him, but she knows that in Riddle's view, it's too normal for an unremarkable little girl to secretly watch him, and he doesn't take it to heart.There are so many eyes on him, if someone doesn't care about him at all, he will pay attention instead.

He knew Fiona, but he didn't take her seriously.

So when Riddle bumped into her in the orphanage during the summer vacation of the third grade, he was caught off guard and couldn't hide the shock, suspicion and killing intent that leaked from him at that moment.

Fiona was also a little surprised.She knew about this orphanage from Ethelred, and she also speculated that Riddle's growth environment in the Muggle world would not be very good, but she did not expect that he would live in an orphanage related to her background .

She looked up at the boy who met her eyes on the stairs.

He was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt with two buttons lazily undone, one cuff curled up, unpressed trousers with pleats at the knees, a pair of dusty leather shoes, and uncombed hair. He looked messy, and he was holding a copper kettle in his hand. It seemed that he had just got up from the bed and was going to the kitchen to fill it with water.

Very casual, very casual, completely different from the well-dressed nobleman in school.

There were people going up and down the stairs, they couldn't see Fiona who had cast the Muggle Confusion Charm, and they were obviously avoiding Riddle, and passed by the silent two along the wall on the other side.

"Miss Shafik," Riddle was the first to speak. He studied the girl in front of him with a new look, and said slowly and softly, "it's a surprise to meet you here—see That's what it looks like for both of us."

A person happened to be going up the stairs next to him, and when he saw Riddle suddenly speak into the air, he glanced at him in shock and disgust, and rushed up as if to escape.

Riddle paid no attention to this, staring closely at Fiona.

"So, why are you here?"

He smiled, and his gentle tone was non-aggressive, and he seemed a little happy, as if it was just a casual chat with a classmate outside the school.

——If you ignore the hand that he has put behind his back.

Fiona was distracted.

In the drama, all chances have their inevitability. If the same is true in reality, then when will her encounter with Riddle be a sign of what will happen?

Into Hogwarts?Old Gaunt House in Little Hangleton?Magic riot?Or—their birth?

Out of interest, she created a lot of "accidents" for others at Hogwarts, and enjoyed several wonderful plays. If she needs to end the show in person and direct her and Riddle's play, what will she do? layout?

And, how many years can she live?

The silence was beyond the limit of Riddle's patience. He slightly changed his standing posture. Fiona blinked and said, "Have you found the source of your life experience?"

Riddle's shoulders tensed up, tensing all the muscles in his body, which made his smile look a bit hideous.

"I don't understand what you mean." His tone was impeccably bewildered.

Fiona smiled, "If you still get nothing, maybe you shouldn't continue to be in the archives and prize showroom