[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Silver dagger.

While his attention was drawn to her conversation with Slughorn, she quietly grabbed the knife in her hand!

She lured him out on purpose!

Riddle gritted his teeth and stared at Fiona who slowly came out from the stairwell.

Her face was half-dark by the distant firelight, and she looked at him with a smile, and said softly: "How, Mr. Riddle, am I good at it?"

Riddle noticed that the hand that just stabbed the knife into his body was hanging by her side, bloody and bloody, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the blood was dripping down one after another.Only then did he realize that the constant dripping sound of blood did not come from him. His wound was blocked by the blade, and the amount of bleeding was not too large. The blood was absorbed by the clothes, and it still couldn't drip.

The short knife used in Potions class was small and thin, with a short handle. Fiona held it in her hand all the way, and if she tried to stab him hard, she would naturally be injured by the blade.

"Aren't you in pain?" Riddle blurted out in disbelief.

pain?

Fiona raised her hand and looked at the hideous and terrifying palm with her blood on it, as well as his.

Their blood is hot.

"It doesn't hurt," she licked her fingers and chuckled, "it's quite warm."

It was so warm that her fingers felt like they were melting from the ice.

Riddle glared at her.

He had to admit that he underestimated her.

Whether it's the mysterious words and deeds, or the calm and meticulous thinking and layout, as well as the decisive and cold methods, it can be seen that her temperament, strategy and ability are by no means inferior to his.

And the madness revealed by that perverted endurance made a shudder run down his back.

This is a well-matched opponent.

Riddle redefines the seemingly innocuous girl.

At the same time, he noticed that she didn't seem to have any malice towards him.

This sounds weird, after all, his hand is still pressing on the handle of the knife inserted in his body, but inexplicably, he just feels this way.

"I'm going to the hospital wing," Fiona stuffed her hands into her pockets and looked at Riddle tiltedly. "Do you want to come together?"

Riddle looked at Fiona with an innocent face, and sneered, "The two of us are just going there with murder weapons? Are you planning to surrender to the professor?"

Fiona smiled, looking good-natured, "It doesn't sound like you're going to denounce me?"

Riddle snorted.

Inform?At that time, how can I explain that a girl who is fine is going crazy and wants to kill him?Hate because of love?This matter has some credibility on Tiffany.And if she exposes his life experience in order to drag him into the water, the situation will be even more difficult to end.

Although he now felt that she would never do this at all.

"Go quickly, and bring me a bottle of white essence." Riddle ordered rudely.

"Mr. Riddle, watch how you speak." Fiona returned the words.

Riddle choked, and growled in pain: "Miss Shafik, if you still don't want to become a murderer, please go and get me a bottle of Bai Xian Essence."

Fiona nodded, turned and went upstairs while turning her head: "Please help me find my wand, I'm in a hurry. Also, this knife injured your diaphragm, you should feel difficult to breathe now, try to keep as stable as possible Breathe, do not move violently, or you may suffocate."

Riddle really wanted to take a deep breath, but he held back, grinding his back molars and said word by word: "Thank you for your concern, I believe, you will be able to run back before I suffocate!"

"Of course, you can trust me." Fiona said with a smile as she stepped on the stairs unhurriedly.

65. Raiders No.60 five-step clothes, where are they

In the dead of night, the professor who watched the night had gone back to his room to sleep, the portraits were snoring, the house elves had cleaned up, the gathering of ghosts had dispersed, and all the floating dust had found a suitable place to settle.Fiona sat alone in an empty room of the castle, resting her head on one hand, dozing with her eyes closed in front of a candlestick.

When the pile of candle tears was almost higher than the candle that was about to burn out, the sudden flow of air swayed the orange flame. The door of the room opened silently, and then closed itself strangely.

She covered her lips and yawned, and said in the direction of the door: "Should I say good evening or good morning?"

A head appeared beside Fiona out of thin air without any warning. Seeing that she didn't show any frightened expression, she pursed her lips slightly, and took off the invisibility cloak to reveal her whole body.

"I think, the culprit who makes us all unable to sleep peacefully in the dormitory seems to be you, Miss Shafik." Riddle mocked without a sound.

Fiona was very sleepy, she nodded perfunctorily, and said, "Hurry up, let's take off our clothes so that we can all go back to sleep for a while."

Rolling his eyes at her fiercely, Riddle didn't hesitate, unbuttoned his coat in twos and twos, raised his hand to take off the sweater inside, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, from top to bottom. Show collarbone, chest and waist.

The young man's body has no body hair yet, and his pale skin has a beeswax-like color under the candlelight, matching the texture of his skin—like cheese.The thought crossed Fiona's mind.

Riddle has a lean and slender figure, but his muscles are very tight. Since Quidditch sports very much test the strength of his arms, waist and thighs, his body has not too big but very obvious muscle lines.

The straight and broad shoulders are connected to the neck, forming two opposite deep recesses at the collarbone, which exactly reflects his perfect inverted triangle figure.

The only thing that is not harmonious is that there is a bandage wrapped around the ribs, and there are fresh bloodstains oozing out.

"Sure enough, it split again." Fiona said without any surprise.

Riddle got angry when she heard that her tone had nothing to do with her, and said coldly: "You can't hold your hands steady in Potions class, but you can control how to avoid vital points while causing serious injuries. Very precise."

Almost, his lungs were about to be pierced, and even Bai Xianxiang couldn't heal his wounds immediately, and it took several days for the flesh inside to fully heal.

Coincidentally, there is a Quidditch match today.

Fiona unwrapped Riddle's bandage, motioned him to sit down, and leaned his upper body back. Riddle propped his elbows on the back table and looked up casually at Fiona who bent over to treat his wound. .

"You shouldn't be on the stage." Fiona lowered her head and said while taking out the white fresh essence and slowly pouring it on the torn wound.

Not to mention taking part in celebrations after the game as if nothing had happened, even taking a shower, and waiting until midnight to treat the wound that had begun to inflame.

But she also knew that it wouldn't be Tom Riddle if she didn't.

Green smoke billowed up, and the pain caused by the rapid growth of skin and flesh on the surface was not slight, but Riddle didn't even twitch his brows, he just pulled the corner of his mouth.

"I'm the captain, I don't play, do you still expect those headless flies to win the game?" He would never allow Slytherin to lose to other houses during his leadership.

Fiona laughed, "They are headless flies, and you are the head of the fly?"

"..." Riddle raised his hand and pinched the back of Fiona's neck. The strength was hard to judge, and his tone was full of threats. "Move your hand and shut your mouth."

Without looking at Riddle's ferocious expression, Fiona carefully wiped off the blood from the wound with gauze and the white essence dripping down the grooves of his abdominal muscles, then asked him to stand up, and took out a clean bandage to replace it. He hangs on.

Riddle is tall, Fiona is very petite, there is a difference of ten inches between the two, standing face to face, her head just reaches his shoulder, this height is just right for her to wrap around his ribs without any effort Wound.

It's just that when the bandage went from the front to the back, she had to lean very close to him so that the bandages could be smoothly handed over to the hands wrapped around his back.

Riddle didn't feel anything at first, but when both of them fell silent, every time Fiona's hands wrapped around his body from under his outstretched arms, she almost pressed against the side of his chest. There was a vague sense of heat between the face and his skin exposed to the air. It seemed that there was an inexplicable tension filling the narrow gap. To stick tightly.

The gray hair swept across Riddle's chest from time to time following Fiona's movements. Riddle could hold back the pain, but this vague itching made him twist his neck uncomfortably.

In fact, Riddle could handle this wound by himself, but he just didn't want to let the instigator be idle, and he had to toss her to get revenge before he felt a little more at ease.

It's just that it doesn't feel very comfortable now.

"Why don't you use a wand?" Riddle randomly picked up a topic to break the silence.

"Maybe it's because you're afraid that you'll blow it up again when you take it out." Fiona replied not too seriously.

She happened to be close to Riddle when she spoke, and the warm breath immediately condensed in the icy air and stuck to Riddle's chest, making his back go numb, and the skin on his upper body uncontrollably swelled up with goosebumps .

I panicked for some reason, and just as Riddle was about to speak, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The eyes couldn't adapt to the suddenly dark environment for a while, but the body could sensitively capture the subtle touch of the cold fingertips trembling on the spine.

Fiona froze for a moment, and Riddle stood motionless.

they almost seem to be in black