[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

In front of him, the slender figure was completely hidden behind the shadow of the half-hanging curtain, as if hiding in the mouth of a giant snake stretched to the limit, quietly watching the empty lounge through the gaps in the fangs.

A faint green light flickered in the round glass ball hanging from the ceiling. Behind the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, water plants swayed ghostly like siren hair. Rising and breaking, silently counting the time in my heart.

After about four or ten minutes, she keenly sensed the flow of fresh air in the closed lounge.The stone door of the lounge will rub against the ground when it is opened and closed, and the hinge will make a sound when it is squeezed, but the lounge is still quiet at this time, only the dull sound of the lake water slapping on the glass can be heard.

Very cautious and thoughtful.Fiona thought happily.

She stared closely at the spherical lamp hanging in front of the door opening of the men's dormitory opposite, and saw that it swayed slightly in the absence of wind, and the curtains hanging on both sides of the door opening were lifted out of thin air. Then it recovered, as if an invisible figure could be seen quietly passing through the lounge and slowly walking into the boys' dormitory.

However, with Fiona here, she didn't intend to let him go back to his room to sleep so easily.

She tore off a button from her dressing gown, pinched it with her fingertips, and flicked it lightly. The button flew out and hit the glass lamp. A palpitating effect like thunder.

The small button rolled into the darkness after landing and disappeared. The light ball gradually recovered from the swing, like a lifeless head hanging in front of the doorway.

The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly froze invisibly, and an invisible string was wrapped around the door openings of the two dormitories, pulling it tensely.

Seeing the unmoving curtain on the opposite side, the corners of Fiona's lips curled up slightly, and she turned and left contentedly.

After being woken up several times, how could she allow the perpetrator to have a good night's sleep?

In the night of insomnia, thinking about another person tossing and turning full of doubts, the long night is not only no longer difficult, but it can be said to be pleasant.

The next morning, Fiona glanced over Riddle's faint black eyes, and she was in a good mood.Riddle obviously also locked the object of suspicion on Fiona at the first time, he found a gap, and skillfully pulled her into an empty corner.

"How was your sleep last night?" Riddle asked, looking her in the eyes.

Fiona tilted her head, pretending to be thinking, and asked with great interest: "It seems that what happened last night?"

Unable to find the slightest clue from her reaction, Riddle's tone naturally shifted the focus, "It's just a sneaky follower. It's hard not to remind me of you with this kind of hidden behavior."

Bitter sarcasm never worked on Fiona, she smiled and said, "Since you have such expectations of me, I will satisfy you next time."

Riddle's throat choked, and he gave Fiona a hard look, "Be honest, don't think I can tolerate you forever."

Fiona chuckled, "I can't thank you enough for your generosity."

"Stop using your tongue to provoke me!"

"Then where should I use it?"

"Are you asking me to teach you?"

Riddle sneered, the irritability of not sleeping all night, and the anger that Fiona had accumulated on him so far made his brain a little hot, and at the same time, he seemed to be a little unexplainable indulgence, he kept One hand easily clasped the back of Fiona's head, forcing her to look up, and then he bent down and covered her lips as if not giving her a chance to resist, or giving himself time to hesitate.

It's hard to tell it's a kiss.

One used too much force, and could almost hear the sound of teeth knocking when bumping into it. He had no technique at all, and just followed his instinct to stir arbitrarily.The other only took a light breath when the four lips touched, then opened his eyes and looked at him silently, looking at him added a bit of annoyance, and bit more forcefully.

So, in this dark corner that seems to have been ignored for hundreds of years, the heavy breathing disturbed the insects on the spider web, the dust that had been silent for many years floated slowly in the sound of sticky water, and the slippery swallowing sound The inside seemed to be wrapped in a dull and stale air, astringent and slightly choking.

Fiona felt like she was going to melt.

It was obvious that when Riddle's lips fell down, she felt cold, but when her lips, which were also not warm, touched her, her skin heated up rapidly, and the condensed blood seemed to boil and surge.

Her heart was beating violently, and her eyes began to turn black due to lack of oxygen, which reminded her of the suffocation feeling of being submerged in a bathtub, but this time it was not water that blocked her mouth and nose, but a mass of warm, The fire that burns her.

Very comfortable and warm.

want more.

"Hiss—" Riddle raised his head, rolled his tongue and sucked it. He tasted the strong smell of blood in the pain. He wiped the bloody saliva from the corner of his mouth and mocked, "Next time I will remember to petrify you." Curse, anyway, you are as boring as a rock."

Fiona swallowed the blood in her mouth, her body was warm, and she smiled lightly.

"Thank you," she said. "The technology is not very good, but I have learned a lot and know where to use it next time."

Riddle narrowed his eyes, his voice was low, "Really? Where is it used?"

"Who knows, it doesn't matter—maybe someone who won't petrify me," Fiona said casually.

Riddle cursed under his breath—a vulgar language he had learned in the orphanage.

He suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he had entered Hogwarts that he had shown the influence of the orphanage on him.After pretending for a long time, he almost thought that he really had the same excellent upbringing and etiquette as the group of innocent and stupid children from aristocratic families around him.

It turned out that the filth, vulgarity, rudeness and barbarism that he wanted to discard had always been rooted deep in his bone marrow.

The girl in front of him was like a hook, pulling his flesh and pulling out all the unsightly things that he wanted to bury.She can always easily provoke his anger, make him lose his position in embarrassment, and make him suffer pain again and again but have to endure it for various reasons.

Riddle bowed his head deeply again.He didn't use the Petrification Charm, and his tongue was still bleeding, however, it was a real kiss.

He was urging her to respond.

Fiona closed her eyes.

The movement behind the ceiling and walls took a month to start again, and this time Fiona ignored it because it didn't bother her anymore.If she hadn't controlled Tiffany and dragged her out of bed every morning, she wouldn't even be able to go to class.

Tiffany was also very aggrieved. Her memory was distorted and she complained loudly: "Tell her to wake me up earlier, and she gets stuck every time, so I haven't had breakfast for several days!"

The people around him ignored it in disgust.

Fiona, who also hadn't eaten breakfast, was still a little dizzy, she was resting her head with her forehead closed, when she suddenly noticed some movement in front of her, she opened her eyes and saw Riddle walking past her with a pile of parchment on the table. A sheet of her thesis assignment.

She picked up the parchment casually, and unexpectedly found that there was a candy wrapped in colored cellophane underneath, which was shining like a beautiful gem.

Dazed for a moment, Fiona put the candy in her palm and put it in her pocket.

"Why don't you eat it?" Riddell sneered when there was no one left after class, "Afraid it might be poisonous?"

Fiona nodded, peeled off the candy wrapper, and handed the candy to him, "Take a bite."

Riddle gave her a cold look, and turned to leave, but Fiona grabbed his sleeve and tugged lightly.

He looked back with a sullen expression, Fiona pulled his neck down by his tie, and gave him a chocolate-flavored, sweet and bitter kiss.

too sweet.

Fiona was deeply fascinated by the smell.

Not just chocolate, but rich, sweet and ubiquitous iris notes.

After a long time, Riddle looked up unsteadily, "An ingenious way of drug testing."

Fiona licked her lips and raised her face, "Bring me another one?"

Meeting those bright eyes, Riddle snorted and reached into his pocket.

I don't know how many pills they ate, and after Riddle couldn't take out anything from his pocket, their lips finally parted, but the arms that were entangled with each other didn't pull away for a while.

This time it was no longer indifferent, Fiona's face was actually leaning against Riddle's chest, feeling his hands casually stroking her hair, listening to his pounding heartbeat half-awake.

"Fiona." Riddle said.

The hoarse voice caused a coherent vibration between the chest cavity and the eardrums. Fiona's ears were a little itchy, and she lazily rubbed against his thick chest.

"Huh?" She responded softly.

After a moment of hesitation, Riddle said, "Have you ever thought about—eternal life?"

Fiona opened her eyes and closed them again.

"I've heard of a way to live forever."

Riddle raised his voice with interest, "What?"

"Eternal life—is dying in front of your lover." Fiona said calmly.

67. Raiders No.60 Seven-step rejection, becoming weak

Fiona thought, if she had thrown the book about Horcruxes into the fireplace in the living room and burned it instead of stuffing it on the bookshelf in the restricted area and letting Riddle find it, he Will the idea of ​​"immortality" not emerge.

The answer is clear to her - he will