[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Go find the last name Riddle, why not consider tracing the origin of your middle name, Marvolo? "

"What do you know?" Riddle's face turned cold completely, and his eyes locked on Fiona fiercely.

"I don't know much, but it should be more than you think." Fiona met his gaze with a calm expression, "Maybe we can have an exchange of information, for example, you tell me first, this orphan family Where is the person in charge of the hospital now?"

"What are you looking for her for?"

"The exchange has not yet officially begun."

"..."

Riddle looked at her for a long time, his gaze was vicious and cold like a snake.

"She's in the prayer room." He said flatly, "Why are you looking for her?"

"Ask her something."

This vague answer made Riddle raise his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Fiona stopped on the stairs and began to walk up, "I think the information given by both parties is of equal value."

Completely losing control of the situation, Riddle felt a little anxious. He didn't know Fiona's purpose, nor her abilities, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only watch her slowly walk up from his side step by step. .

Riddle turned around and followed her, stepped beside her in two steps, and stood side by side with her.

He said patiently, "Then what else do you want to know?"

Fiona thought for a moment, "No."

Riddle thought she was teasing him, and got angry: "You—"

"You can think about what you can tell me." Fiona stopped at the door of the prayer room, turned her head to look at Riddle, and raised the corner of her mouth, "You can go fetch water, maybe we can have a cup of tea together later. "

Riddle looked like he wanted to hit her on the head with a kettle.

After a short confrontation for two seconds, he put away his emotions and said with a blank face: "My room is behind the corner of the corridor, you are welcome to come to me for tea later - if you don't mind the moldy tea and no biscuits with tea if."

Seeing his leaving figure, Fiona paused at the door for a while, feeling unusually happy.

In the remaining days, she may try to do something to make herself happy.

Like making someone unhappy.

63. Raiders No.60 Three steps to the end, different paths

"What are you looking at?"

When the people around her raised questions, Fiona's eyes fell on the sky above the Quidditch field, where several healthy figures practicing were hovering.

She stood at the end of a corridor on the seventh floor of the castle. The huge arched windows separated a large expanse of blue sky and fluffy white clouds. She had a wide view from the heights, and she could also see the hillside, black lake and forbidden forest in the distance.

Fiona lowered her eyes and said lightly, "The sky."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the person standing next to her. This was her only childhood playmate who could be called an old friend—Alphad Black.

Even though they both know each other, the friendship of those years when they were children is nothing more than cartoon stickers pasted on their desks after the passage of time.

The thin young man was tall and slender, with a soft outline, like a clear tulip-shaped champagne glass, his stretched browbones were very close to his gray eyes, and his brown hair grew beyond his eyebrows, giving him a slightly outrageous look. Fragile melancholy.

This kind of melancholy was something he didn't have when he was a child, probably because as he grew up, he finally got away from the illusion of flowers and flowers, and saw clearly what kind of dangerous situation he was facing.

If even the love of his parents and relatives will be lost, it will be difficult for him to believe in anything in this world.

But to say that he is vulnerable, it is to treat him as a rich flower in the greenhouse, which is to underestimate him.

Being able to avoid Riddle's bewitchment is enough to prove his vigilance.

"I remember I told you, Alphard, don't look for me at school," Fiona told him.

Whether it is the surname Black or Alphard itself, there is a lot of attention, and Fiona doesn't want the eyes surrounding him to be diverted to her.

This probably comes from the sense of crisis that she developed in her infancy—other children would cry to get attention, but for her, being noticed and perceived is not a good thing, but it will bring danger.

So eliminating her own sense of existence has formed an instinct, and the state of "non-existence" can make her feel comfortable, safe and free.

Fiona's voice was very soft, drifting slowly like floating dust in the empty corridor, her tone was emotionless, but Alphard pursed his lower lip sensitively.

He smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere, and explained: "During the summer vacation, I went to Shafiq Mansion to look for you several times, and the house elves said that you were not at home, so I was a little worried..."

Fiona didn't speak, and looked out through the window again.

She thought of the beautiful single-family villa at No. [-] Mister Road that she finally found before school started, the swing swinging under the oak tree in the garden, the girl's boudoir full of life, and Gedian Its expression of disbelief and instinctive repulsion when telling the truth.

"From now on, you will be the owner of the Shafiq Mansion."

The house-elf was stunned, and then his face contorted with horror and ecstasy.

Fiona took one last look at the clothes on it and said flatly, "This is the last thing I will do with the last name Shafiq."

So far, all the dark thoughts, ugly crimes, love and hate hysteria, crying, whining and death that have been staged in that house have been completely covered by the drawn curtain.

"Don't look for me again," Fiona whispered.

"Why?" Even with a questioning tone, Alphard's voice was still gentle, "Why? I can't talk to you in school, and I can't go to your house?"

Fiona said coldly, "That's not my home."

"...What?" Alphard was stunned.

The desire to end the conversation was getting stronger and stronger, and the little affection in the past made Fiona endure and say another sentence, "I don't live there anymore."

Alphard asked: "Then where do you live?"

Fiona found a house near No. [-] Mister Road.

Every day, she watched from a distance that the couple went out early and came back late at night. She watched the lights in their house come on, and figures emerged from behind the curtains, staggering warmly, and then watched the figures disappear when the lights dimmed.

When they were away, she occasionally went to sit on the swing in the garden, not many, just two or three times.

Because every time she sits on the swing, her consciousness will loosen in a trance, and she can't help but start to expect that someone will appear behind her and give her a gentle push.

——She thought that she never expected the impossible.

And she couldn't help but wonder what she would have looked like without Ethelred, if she hadn't been taken to the Shafik's house, if she had grown up carefree in this ordinary Muggle family?

Innocent, kind, coquettish, slightly pampered silly girl?Or a quiet, gentle lady full of justice and courage?Will she be in Gryffindor?Or Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?

Fiona thought a lot, but was denied one by one by herself.

She may not be what she is now, but she is certainly not what she is.She knew very well that some of her nature was not given by the Shafik couple.

A long silence means refusing to answer, Alphard sighed, his tone was a little low, "Maybe the blank time between us is really too long, I always feel that you have changed a lot."

"Maybe it's not your illusion." Fiona said calmly.

The tearing of the soul brought about by the magic riot did cause her personality to change unconsciously - she didn't know exactly where the change was.She only knows that the soul is the carrier of human nature, and if she loses part of her soul, she will inevitably lose part of her emotions and thinking that belong to humans.

So, she probably can only be regarded as a monster now.

Noticing that Alphard hesitated to speak, Fiona thought for a while and said: "If you are feeling guilty for that sentence at the beginning, I don't want to explain anything, as long as you know that my magic riot and personality change are both It has nothing to do with you. If you feel sorry for me and want to help me, then you don't need it."

She stared into his eyes, and said without euphemism: "Alphad, saving someone who you think is weak does not show your strength. Going against your parents' wishes in this respect is not a sign of strength." A meaningful revenge. There are actually many things you can do, don't waste your energy on me."

There was a little blood on his pale face, and Alphard's eyes flashed in embarrassment from being poked.

"What's that about?" he blurted out. "Is it because of that Tom Riddle?"

Fiona raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "What do you mean?"

Alphard paused for a while, and his eyes turned to the window, looking at the figures on the Quidditch pitch, his expression darkened for a moment.

He said, "Aren't you looking at him?"

Fiona was noncommittal.

Alphard continued: "How many times when I look at you, you are looking at him, I don't know if you realize how focused your eyes are. After this school, when he looks at you too much."

As he spoke, he smiled sarcastically, "Are you together during the summer vacation?"

There was something uncomfortable in Alphard's tone, but Fiona didn't get angry, she knew it was his trick, trying to provoke her to get the information he wanted.

She asked back unhurriedly: "Who is the object of your anger?"

"..."

"I give you a sincere suggestion - don't treat Riddle as an imaginary enemy, no matter what the reason is