[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

The difference is that she has always been pale and thin, and people around her will not notice if her wrists are a little thinner and her lips are a little lighter when they glance over inadvertently.

But as the weather gradually turned cold, she began to experience slight numbness in her limbs. When the first snow fell, she often lost the feeling of her hands and feet and could not hold things.

At the same time, the subtle and dense acupuncture pain also spread in the blood vessels and viscera. It was not severe, but it was like being bitten by a poisonous scorpion all the time, forcing her to peel off the flesh and blood and kill the poisonous needle that was broken inside.

Fiona could clearly feel that her body was like a decayed and dilapidated old house. The outside looked dilapidated enough, but the inner walls were cracking and peeling off inch by inch under the attack of the cold.

When it completely collapses, there should not be even a trace of smoke and dust.

Other classes are fine. It is normal for her to not be able to cast spells while waving her wand. The professors will helplessly and habitually pass her by. , She couldn't finish it well, and the pestle hit the wall of the mortar from time to time, making a harsh sound.

"Shafik, be serious and don't lose your mind." Slughorn, who couldn't bear it any longer, walked to her table and reprimanded her in a low voice.

Fiona hung her head unresponsively, and Slughorn was not surprised by her dull look.He didn't have the patience to waste energy on this kind of mediocre—this word is too euphemistic, she should be considered poor—student, shook his head, continued to walk back, and stopped at Riddle's desk.

With his big belly, he said with satisfaction: "It's really good, Tom, the color of this compound soup can't be more perfect even if I make it."

"That's what you said last time, sir," Riddle said with a smile, with a relaxed and joking tone revealing that the relationship between them was close enough, "Later I saw your work in your office, You know professors aren't always honest."

Scratched to the sweetest itch by the brilliant compliment, Slughorn's walrus mustache rose several inches.

In order not to let himself be too happy, he first scolded Yardley next to him, "You have found a good partner for yourself. Besides pouring the potion into the bottle, what else did you do?"

Then I turned my head and looked around the classroom, pretending to be tricky: "Huh, there is still so much time, I can't let you idle too easily, Tom, go teach Miss Shafik, quickly Save the trembling knife in her hand, hair is enough for this potion, and it doesn't need her blood as a raw material."

Tiffany, who was in the same group as Fiona, immediately stood up, "Instead of wasting time on hopeless people, why don't you come and teach me, I think I need Tom's guidance more."

"I'd say your best partner is Mr. Lestrange, Miss Foley," said Slughorn. "You all need to understand what 'coordinated completion' really means."

Riddle had already packed up his things and made way for him. Under Slughorn's stern gaze, Tiffany reluctantly sat next to Yardley, staring jealously at the slender man sitting next to Fiona. back view.

"Hello, Fiona," Riddle said softly, calling out her name for the first time, "give me the knife, and I'll show you the correct way to cut it."

Fiona handed him the knife silently.

Riddle took out a piece of dry African tree snake skin, pinched the handle with his slender fingers, and while cutting the snake skin into thin strips, he explained in a low voice: "When cutting, the other hand should hold both ends of the snake skin , and pulled as flat as possible, keeping each strip a quarter of an inch in length..."

Seeing Slughorn wandering to the other side of the classroom, Riddle stopped pointing meticulously, and lowered his voice with his expression unchanged, "Don't tell me you really can't."

Glancing at him, Fiona said nothing.

Just because she can endure physical pain without showing any signs of distress doesn't mean she still has the strength to maintain a peaceful mind. Even if it's Riddle she's interested in, when her body is half numb and half painful, she doesn't want to talk to him.

Riddle didn't allow anyone to ignore him, and handed back the knife with a strong tone, "Okay, you do it once."

Fiona reached out to take it, but Riddle deftly turned her fingers just as her hand was about to touch the handle, and reversed the direction of the knife, turning the point of the knife towards her.

The sharp blade easily cut through the skin of Fiona's thumb and index finger, and the bright red blood fell on the table drop by drop, but the numb fingers did not feel any pain, or in other words, she was already wrapped in pain, One extra makes no difference.

She looked at Riddle quietly, and Riddle also looked at her with a smile, and softly blamed: "Be careful, the professor has already said, you don't need to use blood as raw materials, why are you still so careless?"

Fiona has always felt that human nature is complicated, like a cloudy liquid mixed by a bartender at will. There may be lemon oil, absinthe, ginger juice, vodka, and syrup in it. How does it taste when all kinds of flavors are mixed together? , all depends on personal taste.

It was the first time she saw a glass like Riddle's filled with blood-sealed throat poison, so bad that it didn't mix a drop of water.

One sip will kill you.

Fiona was suddenly moved.

Surrounded by endless pain, the word death becomes very familiar.

"Low-level."

"What?" Riddle didn't hear clearly.

"I said, your methods are too low-level." Fiona said softly.

She raised her hand, and Riddle looked at her coldly. He didn't think she would be stupid enough to complain to the professor—who would believe her?

Sure enough, she just applied to go to the medical wing.

Slughorn let out a breath through his nose, waved his hand wordlessly, and motioned for Fiona to go quickly. When Riddle saw Fiona get up, he also stood up, and thoughtfully said that he would send her there without any surprises. got permission.

The two walked out of the classroom one after another.

Without the heat from the crucible in the classroom, the corridor in the cellar was almost as cold as an ice cellar. Even the torches stuck in the rock walls seemed to be frozen, and the flames were dim and flickering feebly.

Apart from the Potions classroom, there was only the Slytherin common room in this part of the cellar. It was class time, and there was no one in the corridor except Fiona and Riddle.

When he was about to turn up the stairs, Riddle stepped in front of Fiona in two steps, avoided the portrait, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the stairwell under the stairs.

He didn't put more effort on purpose, but Fiona's body was too thin, and she slammed into the rough rock wall more than he expected, and hit the back of her head. She frowned slightly, as if dizzy Half close your eyes.

Riddle didn't pay attention, and approached her with a body with a huge difference, confining her in a dark and narrow space.

"Low-level?" He lowered his head and sneered at her, "Do you have any advanced means to show me? Miss Shafik?"

The stone wall behind her continuously exuded a piercing chill, penetrating into every pore of Fiona, making her body tremble slightly uncontrollably, and at this moment the breath sprayed on her face, hooped her body. The palms that covered her body became the only source of heat she could get.

She raised her head, the surroundings were dark and silent, she could only see Riddle's deep black eyes reflecting the shimmer, and hear his calm breathing without panic.

How could a person have such a domineering, wild beast-like presence?

Under his persecution, Fiona felt that her own existence seemed to become clear.

Except for the pain in her body and the short-term pleasure she got from watching the play, she rarely felt her own existence clearly, but at this moment, in Riddle's eyes, she saw a vivid, full of An uncertain self that needs to be given close attention.

The limbs were still numb, but the heart was constricting—not because of pain, but because of a secret and strange joy.

She is alive.

The fingers in the sleeve moved, and the sound of "Expelliarmus" rang lazily in my ears. Fiona's wand was sent flying, and the rolling sound made by falling to the ground echoed successively in the empty corridor. Riddle played with his wand and sneered.

"That's all you can do?" he mocked contemptuously.

In the next second, Riddle felt a chill down his ribs.

It seemed that something extremely thin and sharp pierced through his clothes swiftly and soundlessly, cut open his muscles, severed several blood vessels, and rubbed his uppermost rib perfectly, sinking into it at a moderate depth. Inside——and turned around without hesitation, stirring his flesh and blood like scooping up pudding, and there was a slight gurgling sound.

Eyes drifted down Fiona's expressionless face.

Her other hand was pressed against his chest like a clenched fist, and a warm and wet smell spread from that place along with the smell of blood.

Holding the wand is just a feint!

Riddle finally realized this.

pat.

A gurgle of liquid dripped to the ground.

The pain erupted from his ribs belatedly, Riddle was still sane, and he didn't retreat recklessly, but first pinched Fiona's wrist to force her to let go—if she was allowed to pull out the murder weapon , the blood must be gushing out - and then he pointed his wand at her with one hand, covered the wound with the other hand and took a few steps back.

The touch of his hand had already made him guess. With the light outside the stairwell, Riddle quickly let go of his hand and took a look. Sure enough, what was exposed outside was the knife that cut Fiona.