[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Secretly intimate hugs.

The bitter and slightly choking white fresh smell lingering at the tip of the nose overwhelmed the strong smell of irises on Riddle who had just taken a bath, making the breath in the dark strange—although they were not familiar at all .

Swallowing the words to change his shampoo that was almost blurted, Fiona moved a little away and said softly, "The candle is burnt out."

Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, and Riddle said lightly, "Yes."

"Huh?" Fiona tilted her head.

Riddle reacted, and immediately pulled out the wand stuck close to his waist. After a fluorescent flash, a pale green light faintly enveloped the two of them.

Riddle looked down, just in time to meet Fiona's eyes looking up at him.

The black and blue eyes are a little discolored in the green light, one is purple, the other is blue, and they are intertwined strangely, like two beasts meeting each other in a deep forest and looking at each other through the bushes.

No one wanted to look away first, and no one dared to retreat recklessly.

After a few short and long breaths, Fiona lowered her head first, and continued to move her hands. Riddle immediately blinked a few times, deliberately maintaining a steady breathing rate.

The rhythm of the heartbeat changed.

Fiona noticed this, but said nothing, tied the bandage in a knot, stepped back, and said, "It's done."

Riddle hummed, "You go first."

Fiona nodded, "If it breaks again, don't ask me to come here. A repair does not include a lifetime after-sales service."

Fucking Repair Sales!

Riddle laughed angrily, just as he was about to say something, Fiona opened the door and left without delay.

Putting down his wand and sitting alone in the dark for half an hour, Riddle ran through some uncoordinated thoughts in his mind, and threw them all in the locked room when he walked out the door.

After two or three days, Riddle recovered without leaving a trace on his body.For a long time after that, Fiona and Riddle seemed to have a tacit understanding, they didn't make any contact, and occasionally they crossed their eyes, and they just passed by without stopping.

In fact, it is difficult for them to have the opportunity to contact.

One was surrounded by a halo, hovering between various people and things, while the other hid in a corner, becoming more and more groggy, and the frequency of asking for leave and not appearing in class began to increase slowly.

The weather slowly warmed up according to the established pattern, but Fiona's blood showed no signs of thawing. It was only when everyone around her changed into summer shirts that she realized that the fact that she didn't feel hot in a sweater was not because of chills, but because of her body. The perception of heat and cold has become dull.

However, this has little effect on her, but it saves her from the trouble of fighting against the severe cold and heat.The only thing she couldn't accept was that her resistance to drowsiness had also declined, and it was difficult to wake up once she fell asleep. This loss of will made her more disturbed than the weakness of her body.

Maybe it's time to consider leaving here.

Sitting in the classroom of the final exam, Fiona glanced at the back of the sitting upright, buried in writing, and then turned her head to look at the birds passing by outside the window, the changing shape of the clouds moving with the wind, with a sound With the sound of cicadas, I closed my eyes unconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an intense red.The sky is like a piece of paper that is lit from the edge, and the edge is curled up with tongues of fire, and the burning clouds reveal a hot breath.

Fiona stared blankly for a while, then slowly raised her head from the crook of her arms, and sat up her stiff body.

There was no one in the classroom except her, and the half-written test paper in front of her had already been taken away. She wasn't sure if the old ghost professor tried to wake her up, but the bell at the end of the test didn't wake her up, and his expression remained unchanged. The sound is even more difficult.

Fiona sat quietly facing the blackboard until her blood had circulated several times and she finally felt feeling in her legs, then she slowly packed up the stationery.As soon as she stood up with the table top, turned around and was about to leave the classroom, she bumped into a pair of deep black eyes unprepared.

She gave a soft "ah".

This not-so-violent reaction was enough to please the boy who had been waiting there all this time just to see her lose his composure, a slightly smug and mocking smile appeared on his face, which was extraordinarily beautiful reflected by the red glow.

"I thought you were going to spend the night here." Sitting behind her, Riddle flipped through the book in his hand and said lazily.

"So," Fiona said slowly, "you plan to spend the night here with me?"

Riddle snorted coldly, "It's a better choice to ask the professor to send you to St. Mungo."

Fiona sat down facing Riddle again, she was not sleepy, not cold, not hot, not in pain, she was in a pretty good mood, and there was a genuine smile on her face.

"Don't tell me that you sat behind me for so long just to scare me."

"My time is not so worthless." Riddle snorted, and passed the book in his hand to the opposite side.

Fiona took the surprisingly thick book, and glanced at the mottled cover with the afterglow coming in from the window, which read "Hogwarts Construction Records".

She glanced at the page that Riddle had turned over again, and found that crucial line of small words on the yellowed, flimsy paper.

——In 1821, under the protests of the students, the public toilets were rebuilt, the men's and women's toilets were separated, and the sewer pipes of the entire castle were renovated at the same time.Person in charge: Frank Gunter.

Fiona looked up and fully affirmed Riddle's efforts, "You can find this book and find the name from it. It has to be said that it is a remarkable skill."

Making a disapproving expression, Riddle asked, "Is the Gunter you're talking about the same as this Gunter?"

"I'm not sure," Fiona said, "Gaunt's genealogy is not within the scope of what I needed to recite before."

Riddle was not surprised by this answer, obviously, he had already tested the people around him in advance.

The Gaunt family has long since faded out of the social circle. For at least 50 to [-] years, there is no trace of the surname Gaunt's activities in the wizarding world. Naturally, it is impossible for the little wizards in the school to know the relevant information.

The two exchanged a look, Fiona smiled and said she had no comment, and Riddle gave her a threatening look of "someday you will regret it", this long-awaited conversation broke up again .

Seeing Riddle getting up and about to leave, Fiona suddenly asked, "Where are the clothes?"

After a pause, Riddle looked down at Fiona, blinked his eyes briskly, showing an innocent and bewildered expression as if he were the Son of God crucified, and even a little aggrieved.

"What clothes?" he asked.

If it weren't for the sly and contemptuous tone in his tone, which was the opposite of his expression, Fiona would almost really have to apologize for questioning him.

She curled a strand of her hair and sniffed the ends of her hair, making sure that there was still a silky and fresh smell of oak moss mixed with cleanliness and bitterness. She was no stranger to this smell, and it was the unique smell of Alphard.

"His clothes." Fiona looked directly at Riddle and said firmly.

Looking around her fingertips, Riddle didn't change his expression, "He—don't torture me with such an intimate pronoun, how do I know which 'he' you're talking about?"

This sentence sounds - the taste is a bit yin and yang.

Fiona was silent.

She was sure that Alphard had put his coat on her, but she wasn't sure if Alphard and Riddle had bumped into each other, and she couldn't tell from Riddle's attitude whether the two of them had confronted while she was asleep. .

Since she woke up, almost every word Riddle said was a lie, and none of the words corresponded to his true thoughts.

She has always hated hypocrisy and deceit, and hated insincere hypocrisy and obscenity.

But seeing his excellent singing and writing, she just wanted to smile.

Fiona didn't press on any further.

Although she really wanted to know the whereabouts of Alphard's coat, wanted to know the real reason why Riddle was here waiting for her to wake up, and wanted to know why she could accept Riddle's lies, but these were not quite right for her. important.

She turned her head, looked at the dying sunset and the scorched sky, and listened to the fading cicadas, feeling calm and relaxed.

Fiona just wanted to know now if she could see another summer.

66. Raiders No.60 Six Steps to Immortality, That is, Die for Love

Fiona woke up again with a strong hunger.

No matter physically or psychologically, her desire to eat has always been very low, but since the beginning of the fifth grade, it is difficult for her to wake up from sleep, but she often wakes up hungry.

The hunger doesn't come from her stomach.

Fiona opened her eyes and looked at the bed curtain above her head, and she could clearly feel that there was a brutal instinct of cruel killing winding through the ceiling, that kind of bloodthirsty desire and almost crazy tyranny, It washed over her like a glacier waterfall, freezing her body that had no heat even more thoroughly.

But soon, the consciousness that does not belong to humans, nor does it belong to ordinary animals, disappeared behind the wall.Fiona was fully awake. She got out of bed with bare feet, put on her dressing gown, glanced at the motionless curtains on the next bed, gently opened the door and walked out of the room.

The circular bedroom corridor is like a sleeping ouroboros, silent and silent, with no end in sight.When the soles of the feet under the white nightgown slowly stepped on the cold and rough rocky ground, they felt like they were rubbing against snake scales, and there was no movement when they were raised or lowered.

Finally, Fiona stood in the arched doorway connecting the corridor and the lounge