[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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In this young man who is different from ordinary people in terms of appearance, personality and blood, there is a kind of arrogance that seems to be innate and unique.

He disdains the supreme glory that his predecessors have obtained in the secular world. Whether it is wealth, fame, or power, in his opinion, they are all things he should have. It's just an accessory, not an achievement that can match him and that no one can match.

Only immortality—what a glorious laurels, when Riddle's mind first burst out with this aura, he should be 12 absolutely certain that only he, and it must be him, has the qualifications to support this The weight of the crown.

Most people in the world have extra tolerance for young children. No matter how stupid and childish their questions are, how clumsy, funny, troublesome their behavior is, everyone will choose to forgive and tolerate them, because they have never experienced the world. All words and deeds come from the heart, even if they are innocent and ridiculous, they will not carry disgusting vulgar and ugly expressions.

Sometimes looking at Riddle, Fiona felt like he was a spoiled kid too—spoiled by his own wonderful talents and abilities.

In his world, there is no knowledge that he cannot easily grasp, and all goals can be achieved through various means. He does not have the pampering of his parents, but the world seems to love him too much as compensation, and indulges him Everything he wants.Along the way, he has never tasted the taste of failure, let alone know what restraint and giving up are.

Unbeknownst to the boy, who was so vain about his knack for deceit, he was in the midst of one of the greatest deceptions of all.

The world does not favor anyone, it is a money lender, all seemingly generous gifts have to be paid, and often ruthlessly demand ten times and a hundred times.

Fiona is not a prophet, she doesn't know what will happen to Riddle in the future, whether the ending will be bright or dark, but she can be sure that if "eternal life" is really his goal, then he will definitely learn a heavy lesson .

"Eternal life" is a tempting bait, which is placed at one end of the scale. Riddle must continue to add chips at the other end, and finally put everything down like a gambler who has lost everything. Only then will he find out in despair It was a price he couldn't pay, and he had nothing left.

Closing her eyes, Fiona seemed to be able to see the birds soaring in the sky with their wings broken and languishing in the quagmire, while the poisonous snakes had their fangs pulled out and hissed in vain.

This is the end that all arrogant people will meet.

Fiona sighed silently.

"What's wrong?" Riddle looked up at her.

Looking from his face to the densely written notebook in his hand, Fiona paused for a while before asking, "Do you have a plan?"

Thinking that Fiona was dissatisfied because he was indulging in research and ignoring Fiona, Riddle smiled proudly and ostentatiously.

"It's almost there. It's inconvenient to be at school now. Wait—summer vacation." His eyes flickered for a while, and his smile was a little cold. It was obvious that what he was planning belonged to the category of ulterior motives.

summer vacation……

Fiona turned her face noncommittally.

On this snowy Christmas day, most of the students had gone home to reunite with their families, and the few remaining were warming up in the common room. Riddle had a spare key to the greenhouse and took Fiona into the A small corner of the greenhouse.

In front of them is a circle of Christmas roses that are taller than a person, and their eyes are full of red and white flowers.Riddle couldn't stretch his legs. It was just the two of them, and he sat cross-legged on the ground without any image.

Looking over the top of the flower stand, you can see the glass wall of the greenhouse. The snowflakes outside the wall are overwhelmingly falling, as if to bury this small corner that no one can pry into.

It's a pity that it is isolated from the outside by transparent glass.

It was very warm in the greenhouse, and the fragrance of the flowers was so strong that it was intoxicating. Fiona blinked her eyes, and the tiredness struck her fiercely.She didn't resist, she closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning on Riddle's arm.

Riddle glanced over, only to see a little gray, shaggy head slowly sliding down his arm, he waited coldly, and just in time when she was about to fall to the ground, he reached out With a hook, he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her into his arms.

The person in his arms was sleeping abnormally soundly, with neither movement nor weight, and his sense of existence was very thin, but Riddle's mind, which was focused on the notebook, was dangling and difficult to devote himself to.

He couldn't catch her.

To Fiona, Riddle always felt vaguely like this.Even though he locked her whole body in his body now, there was still a faint uncontrollable anxiety lingering in his heart.

She was more difficult than he expected.

Under the covers, Riddle has actually exhausted all kinds of methods.She is interested in esoteric magic, but she is not keen on it, and wealth and power cannot enter her eyes. She doesn't care whether he is cold or close, and it doesn't matter whether they are ambiguously hiding or hiding, or deepening their relationship and establishing a relationship. .

On the surface, he was the dominant one, but in fact, he was the one who watched her closely, studied her, and unknowingly began to follow her pace.

Riddle didn't want to admit that she actually didn't care as much about him as he imagined, and he didn't want to admit that he cared about her more than he imagined.

But when he recklessly threw the bait of "eternal life" in an attempt to attract her, he knew that he was out of control.

Thinking about it, it is also hard to understand why he is hesitant about a girl with a weak appearance, even though he is bound to win "eternal life".

This sense of powerlessness disgusted Riddle.

He looked down at Fiona's quiet side face, pale and thin, his fingers slid across her browbones, cheekbones, and chin bit by bit, and rested lightly on the side of her neck.

The pulse beating under the fingertips was a little slow, but it was hard to ignore the sharpness, and even his fingers trembled suddenly, reminding him beyond doubt——he was being influenced by another life.

Life - murder a life, you can make a Horcrux.

If this life has a special meaning, will it make the Horcrux more powerful?

Riddle slowly increased the strength in his hand.

Breathing was oppressed, Fiona's brows furrowed slightly, but she still hadn't shaken off her drowsiness, unconsciously let out a weak hum from her nasal cavity, like a dying gasp.

After pausing for a moment, Riddle slowly let go.

He stared at the slightly red fingerprints on his neck for a while, then at the sleeping face that had regained his calm, looked away expressionlessly, and continued to write and draw in the notebook with a pen.

No rush...he can use other test items to verify it first.

When Fiona opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the ground with Riddle's coat under her body, and there was no one around her.

A white Christmas rose that I picked off at random pressed a note: You slept so hard that I wondered if I drugged you.Let's go first, if you haven't come back before midnight, I will come to you.

Fiona looked up, under the night outside the glass wall, the snow was still falling.

She knew that Riddle left alone without being able to wake her up in order to avoid the attention of both of them being absent at the Christmas dinner.

She also knew that if he wanted to leave, there would be no shortage of reasons.

Fiona stared at the Christmas rose in her hand. Not long after it was picked off the branch, it was still bright, but when the sun came out tomorrow, its tender petals would turn yellow and dry, and gradually lose their vitality.

She wrapped the flowers and paper into the palm of her hand and crushed them, and then walked out of the greenhouse. As soon as she let go, the broken petals and paper scraps were carried by the cold wind and flew into the depths of the night together with the snowflakes.

After a day of warming in the greenhouse, the body was almost at the same temperature as the snow particles on her face in a few breaths. Fiona walked hard in the several inches of snow. .After tripping over the dead branches and rocks under the snow several times, she lost the strength to get up again, and just sat on the snow.

Looking back, the footprints along the way have been gradually blown away and covered up. Looking forward, the dazzling castle stands faintly in the distance like a mirage in the snow.

Fiona felt the feeling of falling snow covering her little by little, and thought that when Riddle came to look for her and saw a snowman in the snow, he would walk past her carelessly.

Thinking of this scene, she couldn't help pulling her frozen lips.

"I'm curious." A transparent umbrella-shaped protective cover suddenly lay across Fiona's head, shielding her from the wind and snow, "What kind of mentality supports you, and you can still laugh in such a situation. "

Fiona turned her head and saw a tall figure walking towards her lightly and silently from the snow in front of the hazy light of Hogwarts.

"Perhaps, I should not disturb your elegant mood, and applaud your innocence and childlikeness?" Riddle stood in front of Fiona, frowning condescendingly and mockingly.

Looking up at him for a moment, Fiona asked softly, "Is it already midnight?"

Riddle curled his lips slightly, and said angrily: "Maybe, why, will the magic power on your body disappear at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night? Do you need me to count down for you?"

"Are you angry?" Fiona speculated about what might have happened to him. "Why?"

"Probably because someone was slow to get her feet out of the snow and show me her ingenious crystal