[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

There is an extra hole.

Was it torn by a page?

He looked through the notebook in front of him, but found no blood stains, but saw a few lines of handwriting that did not belong to him on the last page.

What does my name mean to you?

it will die,

Like the sea lapping on a seawall,

The melancholy gurgling of the waves,

Like the faint sound of a nightingale in a dense forest.

it will be in the yellow pages of the yearbook

leave a dark mark,

like in a language no one understands

Patterns carved on tombstones.

Riddle was taken aback.

This is the notebook he used to record the research on the Horcrux, how could someone write something on it?Did the man see what he wrote?Did you know it was he who committed the murder?However, his writing was originally concise and cryptic, so maybe that person didn't understand?

Frowning and thinking about it, just to be on the safe side, Riddle waved his wand at the notebook, erasing all the writing and evidence of the crime in the notebook.

When he put the wand back, his fingers touched a small object in his pocket, and when he took it out, it was a white round button. He didn't know when it was put in the pocket again.

From the shirt?Or had Yardley landed on him by accident?

There were too many things on his mind, and Riddle didn't have the time to think about this trivial matter. With a flick of his hand, the button flew out and rolled into a corner covered with cobwebs.

He tidied up his things, adjusted his expression, returned to the harmless and kind-hearted Prefect Tom Riddle, and walked out of the room relaxedly and briskly.

……

The accidental death of Myrtle finally came to an end after Tom Riddle caught Hagrid and won the Outstanding Contribution Award. Hogwarts thus avoided being closed and ushered in another summer vacation smoothly.

Fiona returned to the house near No. [-] Mister Road, and woke up after a day and night of coma.

She watched the Gigers leave home, barely swallowed a piece of hard bread with cold water, leaned back in the armchair and squinted drowsily for a long time, and then took out the magic wand on her body.

She waved.

Without casting any spells, an ink-like black water mist sprayed out from the tip of the staff, drifting in the room and slowly condensing into a translucent illusory figure.

He stood beside Fiona, looking at her for a long time.

"You shouldn't have done this." His tone was gentle, without any hint of condemnation.

Fiona looked at the fragment that had been peeled off from Riddle's body, and couldn't help laughing, "You really don't look like him when you talk like that."

The phantom with the same appearance as Riddle said: "Do you think that what you stripped away is only the memory related to you?"

Fiona was slightly surprised, "What else?"

He bent his knees and squatted in front of her, stroking her face with his palms weakly.

"You took all tenderness, kindness, and, love from me," he sighed.

"I thought...you didn't have these things."

"I thought so too."

Fiona fell silent.

After a long time, she raised her wand and put it on her lips, kissed it, and said in a low voice, "Then, I will give you back the eternal life you want."

A Horcrux that I don't even know exists will never be destroyed by anyone.

He will accompany her in eternal sleep with eternal life.

69. Raiders No.60 Nine steps with love as a sacrifice

In the middle of the night, the stars were sparse and dim, and the moon was also hidden behind heavy clouds. Riddle stood on the astronomy tower, looking at the dormant Forbidden Forest at the end of his field of vision, with an expression as deep as the night.

He had been standing here for two or three hours, and the damp wind was heavy and fast, making the hem of his robe slap against the rocky wall with a messy and disturbing "crack" sound, and his hair was in a mess. Wrapped together, his unblinking eyes also looked clouded, stirring in silence.

Suddenly, a night owl broke through the darkness, drew a tortuous trajectory against the wind with difficulty, slanted into the owl's tower from the edge of the castle, and disappeared in an instant.

Riddle rolled his eyeballs slowly and slowly, his gaze shifted back little by little, and stayed on the surface of the black lake reflecting the shimmering light.

Vision was affected by the thoughts of the brain, as if it suddenly had an incredible penetrating ability, splitting the lake layer by layer and going deep down, gradually showing the wet castle cellar, Slytherin's common room, girls The doorway of the bedroom.

The ever-extending picture freezes here.

A girl in a white dressing gown stood behind the doorway, her bare feet were thin and lonely, and her half-covered face was slowly raised behind the curtain.

Through the unpredictable and terrifying time and space, she met his eyes.

Fiona.

Riddle said the name silently.

The syllables are simple and short, but they seem to be more complicated and awkward than all the mysterious spells he has mastered. The airflow circled stagnantly in his mouth, and when he spit it out, the ending sound fell into a deep and heavy sigh.

Fiona.

Fiona.

Fiona.

Over and over again, when Riddle realized that the name had been chewed and melted into syrup in his mouth, sticky and greasy, bittersweet, just like the chocolate he had tasted before, passed by her lips and tongue the taste of.

The jaw tightened, and the illusion in front of him disappeared.

Riddle took a deep breath of the cold air, and then let it out long, but the suffocating air that fanned the evil fire still stubbornly accumulated in his chest, making him feel as if he would open his chest and take the unsatisfactory heart out. The heart that shrinks and swells in a controlled way is dug out, and the impulse to throw it from the tower to smash it to pieces.

Riddle regained his full memory.

And this time, while watching Memories, he watched Fiona's life from the sidelines, from birth to death.He followed her eyes and looked at the world in her eyes.

It's like a mime with black and white pictures, the background props are rough, and the facial makeup of the characters is blurred. Everyone is playing their roles with exaggerated expressions and deliberate and funny movements.

She will seriously look at everything and everyone she can see, but in other words, she doesn't really look at anything, a gust of wind, a small rolling stone and a living person, in her There is not much difference in eyes.

Except Tom Riddle.

except him.

It sounds very touching, but——

Why should she erase his memory!Why!twice!

Riddle gasped violently.

Why!She is unscrupulous when she wants to get close, and when she wants to leave, she is as decisive as leaving a room and closing a door?

In her eyes, he is not a person, but a tree passing by, resting in the shade for a while, before leaving, he was a little bit reluctant, so he broke off a branch without hesitation as a souvenir of the journey.

She doesn't care what he thinks at all!

Why should she affect his entire life with a random decision?

she!

Riddle was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and the system's voice rang out slowly, "I heard that right, Mr. Riddle, you actually ask others to treat you as a human being? You haven't always considered yourself a human being."

The sneering tone as usual successfully pulled away the anger that Riddle had nowhere to vent, and he sent it out to the system together with all other unspeakable chaotic emotions.

"Shut up, you lying, sinister bastard! You lied to me!"

"Let's not say if there is any, but pay attention to your tone of resentment."

I don't know if it is limited by the non-fluctuating tone, the tone of the system is always weird and indifferent with a little bit of jokes, without revealing the slightest fluctuation.

Riddle ignored it, and continued to shout: "You are very proud? You have a good time watching? Is my reaction satisfactory to you? Tell me, what else is waiting for me in the future? This is the last chance, and your tricks should be done." It's over!"

"Don't use your anger to pretend to be crazy, Mr. Riddle." The system was indifferent to his bombardment, and said indifferently, "If you want to know something, ask for it. I won't act like a mentally ill person because of you. Just a little pity for you."

The anger that spewed out was multiplied back without hitting the target, and Riddle's fingers clenched tightly on the wall were almost about to forcefully snap off a piece of gravel.He closed his eyes, calmed down for a while, and when he opened them again, all the ferocity on his face was replaced by a cold blankness.

The previous outburst was like a hallucination, and Riddle said very calmly: "Why did you mislead me and make me think that in the history before rebirth, Fiona really liked Alphard Black?"

The system always scoffed at the fact that he thought Fiona liked him, so he believed the system's hints, so even if he knew that Fiona might have some special feelings for him before rebirth, he never thought about it. There would be a deeper connection between them, and he never wondered why Fiona didn't leave an impression in his memory.

As long as he conceived in that direction a little, the truth would be torn apart like a piece of paper.

"You have to ask why, and I don't know how to answer, after all, I have never told you the truth." The system said frankly.

Riddle: "..." If it wasn't for not knowing how to kill it...

"However, why do you believe some of my words and not others? In fact, what I said is not important to you at all. You always only believe what you think is right."

After a pause, the system said bluntly: "You just don't believe that anyone will really fall in love with Tom Riddle—the self that you think is weak, has too much expectation, and is divided by you in disgust, so you I would rather believe that what she loves is another person who is not in your eyes."

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