[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

reason. "

"I do not……"

Fiona didn't listen to his argument, and her voice was so flat that it was almost cold: "What he has now is not taken away from you, but something you are powerless to fight for. Moreover, if you have 'If I were a body If you are healthy, you will never lose to him', let's get rid of the idea. Even if you stand on the same starting line, you can't fight against him at all."

Alphard's originally thin red face began to swell, and the humiliation of being completely denied made his dark lips stretch into a straight line, and anger accumulated in his eyes.

Fiona turned a blind eye and said, "Unless you can fall deeper than him."

This sentence is not clear, Alphard's emotions froze for a moment, and he asked: "What do you mean?"

Looking at the sky above the arched window, Fiona smiled lightly, and said slowly: "If Riddle is in your position, first of all, your younger brother is impossible to be born, When your parents were pregnant with him, he would die in countless accidents. Secondly, your older sister will not succeed in marrying your cousin, maybe elopement, maybe cheating, anyway, your older sister can’t even think about having Any right to speak. Your parents, if they are alive, you will make them rely on you, if they are dead - no need to doubt, it must be because they hinder you."

The blood on his face began to fade to pale little by little, Alphard seemed to be stimulated by the coldness in Fiona's words, and took a deep breath.

"But," his voice drifted, "in this way, if I die, the Black family..."

Fiona's half-smile look made Alphard stop talking, and at the same time, he also realized in this look, what is the difference between himself and the Riddle in Fiona's eyes.

"There is no 'family', no 'glory', and there is no 'feeling'. In his eyes, there is nothing worth sacrificing his own interests to compromise. Even if he dies tomorrow, until the moment before his heart stops beating , he would hold tightly to what he wanted—and take it with him to his grave."

Fiona saw Riddle's sinister eyes like a snake, which turned into annoyance in an instant, and she couldn't help smiling.

Silence permeated the hallway.

Before leaving, Alphard regained his composure, and he finally asked: "Since you have seen his true face clearly, why don't you stay away from him?"

Fiona just smiled and didn't answer.

After Alphard left, Fiona stood silently by herself under the arched window for a while, then stretched out her hand to open one side window.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" She said to the air in front of her.

After a moment of silence, a broom was slowly lowered from above the arched window. Riddle, who was sitting on the broom, was wearing a Slytherin training suit and looked at her expressionlessly.

The dark green robe is a disaster for most people, it is easy to wear it like a toad, but he insists on wearing it with an elegant and chic burning bright feeling.Wrapped in black protective gear, his limbs looked slender and strong, like the vigorous branches of a lush tree.

His vitality was so fresh and vigorous that it almost scalded her like fire.

"How do you know I'm here?" he asked.

"There is one less person for training." Fiona replied casually.

"This does not constitute grounds for judgment."

"So I'm just testing."

"..."

Those deep black eyes narrowed for a moment, and Fiona knew he was angry again.

The corner of her mouth curled up.

Riddle stared at Fiona for a moment, his eyes turning from sullen to probing and apprehensive.

"You seem to know me very well." Obviously, he heard the conversation just now.

Fiona nodded and said, "Most people are not difficult for me to understand."

Being classified into most people made the corners of Riddle's lips pressed down unpleasantly.

He supported the broom with one hand, changed from a straddling to a horizontal sitting, then pressed the broom hard, and jumped forward. With his strong flexibility and explosive power, he easily jumped from the broom to the window sill, and then he single-handedly Holding the window sill with his hands, he turned over and rolled into the corridor, and landed beside Fiona lightly and steadily.

The airflow driven by him slightly lifted the ends of Fiona's hair, and she smelled the smell of green grass steaming under the sun, the smell of leather from the protective gear, and the faint smell of iris mixed with a little sweat—it was the shampoo he used. The smell of hair water.These smells wrapped in the heat of body temperature, rushing towards her forcefully.

It's too sweet.thought Fiona.The shampoo should be a high-end and popular one he randomly selected in the store. It smells good, but it doesn't suit him, or rather, it fits his appearance very well.

What taste suits the real him?

Patchouli is too bitter, sandalwood is too heavy, and cedar is a bit crisp and clean—incense?The smoky resinous incense seems to be somewhat similar, spicy and deep, but it is still too dry, a ladle of water should be poured on it, the choking smoke with a damp breath may be a perfect match for him.

Unaware of Fiona's distraction, Riddle leaned over slightly, pressing her with his height.

"I didn't know you had a good relationship with that Blake before, but you really have a tacit understanding in persuading the other party to keep a distance from me." He looked down at Fiona condescendingly, and his voice was as faint as a whisper, "It's like he asked As you said, since you know my danger, why don't you stay away?"

This is a good question.

The unintentional glances of passers-by would make her feel uncomfortable. Why did she not have the idea of ​​resisting and breaking free at such a close distance?

Just a finger away from the tip of the nose, Fiona, shrouded in shadow, looked into those thick black eyes, looked at the tiny reflection shaking inside, and blew lightly and quickly into his eyes .

Unexpectedly, Riddle blinked twice, and pulled his head back a little.

"Look, there's no need," Fiona said softly.

Riddle thought she was being provocative, and sneered, "You look very confident."

Fiona didn't speak.

She closed her eyes, and the drowsiness that has become more and more frequent recently is slowly rising in her body, making her lose the mind to continue to play tricks on the person in front of her.

"Get out of the way," Fiona said lazily, "I'm going back."

Riddle didn't move, and said coldly: "You should change the way you speak, Miss Shafik."

He wanted to test her strength.

Fiona planned to fulfill his wish, and stared straight at him as he was about to use his ability, when a burst of dizziness suddenly struck her, her feet went limp, and she quickly supported the window sill next to her to stand firm.

Riddle was on guard against her, instead of reaching out to help her, he thought it was her trick, and took two steps to the side holding his wand.

After hanging her head for a while, the darkness in front of Fiona's eyes gradually dissipated.

She raised her head, looked at Riddle who had a dignified and confused face, and was carefully judging what was going on with her, and smiled.

"In a while, Professor Slughorn will pass in front of this corridor and go to the kitchen to get afternoon tea snacks. I think you also know that he has this habit." Fiona glanced at the book in Riddle's hand. Wand, "If you want him to teach us fighting skills, I don't mind continuing."

Glancing towards the entrance to the corridor, Riddle weighed it up and put his wand back in his sleeve.

He smirked and said: "At least from this point of view, what you said is not a lie, you really know everyone very well."

Fiona, who was walking out rubbing Riddle's arm, stopped when she heard this, and turned her head to look at Riddle.

She said seriously: "Actually, there is one more thing I really want to know about you."

"Oh? What can the value of this question be exchanged for?" Riddle asked tactfully.

Fiona thought for a moment, "Your mother's name?"

His eyes flickered, and Riddle said, "Deal, let's ask."

"If you were to go to the grave, what would you take with you?"

This question is too weird, Riddle stared at Fiona carefully to make sure she wasn't teasing him, and then he frowned and thought for a while.

"No!" He was a little annoyed, it didn't seem to be aimed at Fiona, but imagining that this question made him irritated, "Why should I go to the grave? I'm not the sick child of the Black family. No one can I'm going to my grave!"

This answer did not surprise Fiona. Seeing that she was silent, Riddle urged, "It's your turn."

"Gaunt." Fiona gave the answer, raised her foot and continued to walk forward.

"Why do you know?" Compared with the surname, Riddle cared more about where she got the information from.

Fiona didn't turn her head back and said, "I'll answer the next time I ask you a question."

When they came around the corner, Fiona took advantage of the turn to cast a quick glance inside.

Under the huge arched window, Riddle stood sideways, becoming a gray silhouette under the blue sky, his face was blurred, and the lines of the outline were graceful and chilling.His eyes followed her, but he was not looking at her substantively, but thinking about something.

The content of thinking may or may not be related to her.

Fiona turned into another corridor, completely diverging from Riddle who disappeared from sight.

Why not stay away?

Fiona thought as she walked.

Because they are not really close at all.

It is also because their paths will eventually lead them to different directions.

64. Strategy No.60 Four steps are okay, trust me

Many flowers do not show any sign before wilting. They may have been in full bloom just a second ago, and when a gust of wind blows, it will break away from the calyx, and the whole bud will fall to the ground intact.

Just like Fiona's body.

To the naked eye, it seems that there is nothing like before