[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

shoe? "Riddle smiled.

Fiona looked into Riddle's unsmiling eyes, fell silent for a moment, and whispered, "I can't get up."

"Ok?"

"pull me."

"You forgot to say please." Riddle snorted coldly.

He bent down and stretched out his hand, and pulled Fiona's arm up without much effort. Fiona's legs had already lost feeling, and she was shaking and couldn't stand still. Riddle supported her and said "tsk" .

"Are you really a witch? How did you get yourself into such a mess?"

"The prerequisite for becoming a wizard does not include keeping yourself decent at all times."

"You should bury your head in the snow for a while, maybe you can learn to keep silent."

"I will."

Riddle glanced at Fiona suspiciously, then sneered, as if he felt that her mind was frozen and unconscious, and she was talking nonsense.Too lazy to talk nonsense, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her indiscriminately, and hugged her horizontally.

Arms wrapped around Riddle's neck, Fiona pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heart beating powerfully, suddenly and violently, she was hit by a strange emotion.

As if her mouth and nose were covered with a wet cloth, her breathing was not smooth, her throat was also a little choked, and her heart felt a dull pain, mixed with a strange and indescribable sourness.

In a daze, she felt the fear that she had never had before very clearly.

Fiona is not afraid of death.

She was afraid that she would start to be attached to her.

Her body is broken, and her soul is incomplete. If even her will is disturbed, she becomes weak and loses her autonomy, then she will be with a fleeting wave of foam on the sea, and with the wind that dances silently. Melting snowflakes, what's the difference?

She refused to meet death in this powerless posture.

Fiona took one last look at Riddle, who was looking ahead with a cold expression, and closed her eyes.

68. Raiders No.60 Eight Steps to Immortality, and Death

The Christmas holiday ended, and less than half a month after the students returned to school, a horrific event occurred in Hogwarts that shocked the entire wizarding world—a Ravenclaw girl died on the second floor girls bathroom.

In the long history of Hogwarts, there have been accidental deaths of students. The reason is nothing more than a private research on dangerous spells or potions that went wrong, or students accidentally hit the vitals during duels. It is understandable, but It is also considered rare, and only one or two cases can be encountered in a hundred years.

So at the beginning, people in the magic world didn't take it seriously. A Muggle-born student, who didn't have a good relationship with her classmates, and had no relatives in the magic world, her parents broke down and cried a lot after being taken to school. Fan, but in this completely strange world, they could not find any channels to complain and protest.

It stands to reason that this matter will soon subside and turn over. It was not until the "Daily Prophet" published a report that people were shocked to find out that the student who unfortunately lost his life is still strangely unable to find out the cause of death.

There were no wounds on her body, no poison was detected in her body, she was in good health, not a sudden illness, her expression was calm, she didn't seem to be frightened, and nothing related to black magic was found in the bathroom, and her wand was in good condition Put it in the inner pocket of your clothes.

As if her soul was taken away by a demon in an instant, the poor girl fell at the door of the bathroom cubicle.

Only then did the wizards start to panic.

"Is it some mysterious curse?"

"Perhaps some kind of vicious curse."

"Could it be... a follower of Grindelwald?"

"How is it possible! How did they appear at Hogwarts?"

"God, my kid is still in school, is he going to be scared?"

As the discussion gradually boiled over, the Ministry of Magic also sent excellent Aurors and detective teams to Hogwarts to investigate, but of course, no clues were found.This has made people more disturbed, and some parents have removed their children, saying that they will not put their children in a dangerous environment without a clear reason.

Hogwarts is facing its first closure crisis in millennia.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood?" Fiona glanced at Riddle who was hastily tapping his knuckles on the window sill in the empty classroom, and asked casually.

"A little bit," Riddle withdrew his hand and said absent-mindedly, "it's just that one person died. I don't understand why they want to close the school so much."

"The point is not about the dead, but the reasons for the dead. Fear stems from the unknown." Fiona said lightly.

Riddle didn't answer.

Fiona asked with great interest, "Aren't you curious about how she died?"

Riddle stared at Fiona, hesitating for a moment, should he tell her about the basilisk?

In the end, he still had a cold expression on his face, and said a little impatiently: "A mudblood dies as soon as he dies, maybe this is her destined misfortune."

"Fateful misfortune..." Fiona repeated softly, and then chuckled, "Maybe it is."

Riddle was now preoccupied with how to prevent Hogwarts from closing, and did not notice the subtlety of Fiona's tone.

"Tom," Fiona whispered.

"Ok?"

"Come closer."

Riddle looked at the smiling Fiona, and walked in front of her involuntarily. He held the back of her chair with one hand, lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I have a secret to tell you," she whispered mysteriously.

Unconsciously, he lowered his body a little further, and Riddle almost pressed against Fiona's face.He met her eyes and asked with great concern: "What?"

I saw those blue smiling eyes bent, and the beautiful irises seemed to become as deep as the sea in the blink of an eye.

"Man, I led you to the bathroom." She dropped a bomb in a soft voice.

Riddle's heart was shaken, he wanted to question loudly, he wanted to roar angrily, but he found that all his emotions seemed to be sucked away by the vortex in the opposite pair of eyes, and he couldn't make any emotional and physical responses. resist.

He could only murmur, "Why?"

"Just like you, in order to get what you want." Fiona reached out to caress Riddle's face, and said softly: "You premeditate a crime, and I commit the theft."

"theft?"

"Yes," Fiona laughed, "horcruxes are too dangerous, aren't they? You're not sure what effect it will have on your soul if you fail. So - you should do a little work first. Small, low-risk drill, right?"

Riddle unconsciously echoed: "Yes."

Fiona looked at him intently, looking at the pair of dark eyes that had lost their energy, paused for a while, and then said slowly: "Then, separate all the memories related to me-I think , this should only occupy an extremely tiny part of your memory, and it won't affect anything—make it... a Horcrux."

She didn't get an immediate response.

She saw slight fluctuations in the black eyes that were close at hand, and she knew what that meant—he was resisting.

Fiona was taken aback in a daze, and then showed a faint but sincere smile.

She leaned closer to Riddle, and kissed his brow very lightly.

Immediately, Fiona pulled away, stared into his eyes again, and said firmly word by word: "Tom Marvolo Riddle, I order you—"

In the middle of speaking, her face turned as pale as wax, her brows were furrowed, her lips trembling slightly and she continued: "I order you to make all the memories related to me into Horcruxes."

As soon as the words fell, she turned her head and started coughing violently, as if she wanted to cough up all her internal organs along the trachea.

On the other side, Riddle turned a blind eye and said indifferently: "Okay, what items are used to make it?"

The intermittent coughing lasted for a long time before Fiona finally raised her head. While wiping the blood from her lips, she took out something from her pocket.

"Use my wand," she said calmly, breathlessly.

Although she will never be able to wield this wand after losing all magic power, it is the only thing that is truly hers, and it will sleep with her forever.

Riddle took the black wand expressionlessly, cut his finger, dripped blood on the wand, and whispered the spell at the same time.

The spell is not complicated, but each syllable reveals a cold and evil atmosphere. After the chanting, a hurricane suddenly blew up in the empty room, as if there was a short and shrill cry and a long sigh that seemed to be nothing. A mist of dark gas gurgled into the wand.

It seemed like a few seconds passed, and it seemed like centuries passed, and the room returned to calm,

Fiona took the wand from Riddle's hand, stroked it lightly a few times, and put it back in her pocket.

Looking up at the young man with a blank expression and looking strange, Fiona stretched out her hand to straighten his wind-blown hair and neckline, wiped off the two drops of her blood splattered on his face, and looked at him quietly again. for a while.

Finally, she said softly, "Goodbye, Tom."

The door of the room was opened and closed, and the raised dust slowly fell back. After every strand of air returned to its original position, Riddle, who was lying on the table, sat up straight and turned his head to look around.

He took a nap?

Riddle frowned.

It may be that he has been thinking about how to stop Hogwarts from closing the school for the past few days. He didn't sleep well.

Ok?

The tingling pain from his index finger made Riddle put down his hand and take a look, and found that there was no one knowing when