[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

A curse hit Riddle, his eyelids twitched, and a rare look of embarrassment and retreat flashed across his face quickly. Except for the cold wind, there were only remnants of stars around him, but he still looked around defensively, and immediately pulled away. A sneer appeared.

"She loves me? Then why haven't I finished my mission?"

"Are you Tom Riddle?" The system dialed back the question lightly.

Riddle opened his mouth, then tensed it tightly again, his chest trembled and heaved as if he had been punched.

He gritted his teeth and said, "How can I find her a person who has been dead for half a century?"

Tom Riddle died long ago at the age of 16 in his previous life. Even if the soul in the notebook came back, the reintegrated one would only be Voldemort with that name.

The Tom Riddle that Fiona met no longer existed in this world.

"This is your problem, not mine." The system gave a classic reply.

Riddle would get angry when he heard this schadenfreude before, but now he would rather the system keep his mouth shut and watch his jokes, so that he wouldn't have to spend his energy trying to judge whether the system was conspiring against him again.

The wind pierced through the castle's gun holes, making a "whoosh" sound with different pitches, mixed with various rustling noises, it sounded like playing funeral music.

Riddle's emotions sank slowly in the silence, and when he sank to the bottom, the thoughts that had been firmly pressed by him at the bottom rebounded to the top, and he could not avoid facing the terrible The question is - is it really worth giving up so much for immortality?

This question was too scary, and he didn't want to think about it, so he hurriedly pulled out another question.

"Since Fiona took away a Horcrux, why would I still die? Does my rebirth have anything to do with that Horcrux?"

The significance of the existence of the Horcrux is to ensure the immortality of the most important soul. Since the Horcrux taken away by Fiona has not been destroyed, he should not be killed by Potter.

"This is your problem, not mine." The system repeated.

Riddle frowned, and asked again: "Then is my soul complete now?"

He can't look into his own soul, and doesn't have a physical representation like Fiona, so he's not sure if the soul fragment that was made into the wand came back with his rebirth.

"This is also your question," the system repeated again, wondering if there was no chance to ridicule even a few questions and answers, he revealed without any kindness that Riddle didn't want to hear the information, "Look at you stupid Just a hint for the sake of making me laugh - what that little piece of soul takes away is your ability to love, and if you think you can love, it's there."

Love, love, love.

Ever since Dumbledore, Riddle has been extremely tired of this word, and it is even more so now. Obviously, no one should be persecuting him, but he exploded his rebellious psychology as if he was going to fight a certain will to the death .

"Then let that piece of soul go." Riddle said in the most contemptuous tone.

The system gave a mechanical "ha", "It's pointless to play tricks on me, Mr. Riddle, it's up to you whether you get out or not."

"One last question," Riddle said suddenly, "what the hell are you?"

From the moment the system appeared in his mind, under its faint hints and diversions of attention, Riddle has always regarded the system as a non-biological existence beyond his comprehension, a mysterious force capable of controlling time and space The accessory is a tool to assist him in completing his tasks.

Therefore, when he knew that the system didn't like him and was keen to watch him suffer, Riddle didn't care too much. He didn't think a tool would hinder him from completing the task.

But now, Riddle finally realized the sinister trap that he had ignored.

What if—the purpose of the system's existence was not to assist him, but the exact opposite?Or, is the mission the system says is a hoax from beginning to end?

Otherwise, why would a ghost that had nothing to do with him and came out of nowhere hold such malice towards him?

Silence pervaded for a long time, before the dark shell was pierced, the sound of the system sounded faintly.

"Guess." It slyly said.

Dawn broke through the long night, the place where the Forbidden Forest and the sky merged was separated by a ray of dawn, and the cold wind also weakened, and he fiddled with the tufts of black hair in disinterest.

Riddle stared at the surface of the black lake glowing with gentle water, not sure whether it was subconscious or purposeful, and wanted to see something from it again, but this time he saw nothing.

It's time to go back.Riddle thought reluctantly.

As long as he still doesn't want to die, no matter how rebellious he is, he still has to wait for that friendly lady to wake up, pick her up for breakfast, and coax her to eat more.

This is the last chance.

After the wind blew all night, Riddle finally remembered this matter, and focused his attention on the fatal issue that should be considered first.

How can he prevent Fiona's death?What should I do to complete the task and let the life I borrowed belong to me completely?

When Riddle returned to the bedroom, Yardley was awakened by the sound of him washing, jumped out of bed and rushed to the door of the bathroom, poked his head and asked, "Is Uncle Ethelred okay? Why haven't you been home all night? Have you been with Fiona all this time?"

Once or twice is okay, but repeatedly stuck in such a scene, Riddle completely lost his perfunctory patience, raised his face full of water, and looked at Yardley at the door from the mirror.

"Get out," he said softly.

Yardley met Riddle's eyes and said obediently: "Okay, you are busy."

Without saying another word, he quietly closed the door.

Avery and his roommate came out of the dormitory just in time to see Yardley close the door on tiptoe, and went up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Sneaky, what are you doing?"

Yardley shrank back, turned his head to show a frightened face, and "shushed" at Avery, "Hush, I just stepped out of the gates of hell."

"You have gum in your eyes," Avery withdrew his hand in disgust. "What's the matter, where is Tom?"

Yardley glanced at Avery's roommate and said nothing, "Open the door, I'll go to your dorm and wash my face."

After thinking about it, Avery and Yardley went back to the dormitory together.He leaned on the door frame and looked at Yardley who was washing his face in a hurry, and asked tentatively, "What happened?"

"I also want to know why my roommate looked like he was going to kill me and flush my body down the toilet early in the morning," said Yardley indistinctly.

Avery touched his chin and thought for a while, "Could it be related to your cousin?"

"Who knows," Yardley actually thought so, but he didn't show it. "Who dares to guess what he's thinking."

A pair of white eyes narrowed for a moment, and Avery muttered: "This makes people want to guess."

Yardley glanced at him, hooked his neck, "Okay, let's go."

When he went out, he saw Riddle walking in front. Avery opened his mouth to stop him, but Yardley covered his mouth.

"He doesn't seem to be in a good mood, don't bother him." Yardley dragged Avery to slow down.

Avery was speechless, "As for it? Can it really kill you?"

The two tugged and walked out of the doorway of the men's dormitory, just in time to see the girl who was at the center of the topic appearing under the opposite curtain.

Immediately afterwards, before the girl turned her head around, they saw that Riddle, who came out first, raised the corners of his lips, and showed a gentle expression in the direction of the girl.

"Is that what you mean by being in a bad mood?" Avery poked Yardley with his arm.

Yardley scowled. "That's why I said no one could have guessed what he was thinking."

Seeing Fiona raised her head, Riddle shook his head.

Before going back to the file and in memory, Fiona's final appearance was haggard and dilapidated, like the last leaf hanging on a dead branch in autumn.

That look of cracking silently from inside to outside is not pretty, but only those blue eyes, no matter when you look at them, are so clear and bright.

Did she look at Tom Riddle the same way she looked at him now?

Riddle tried to find the difference by comparison, and the first thing that came to his mind was her eyes as she looked at the Horcrux in the wand.

Shining brightly, joyfully and contentedly.

He knows how to complete the task.

The answer flashed out so quickly that Riddle couldn't stop it, so he had to face up to this fact that he didn't want to accept.

As long as he loves her.

As long as he admits it.

As long as he bows his head before her, swears his never betrayal like a loyal, humble, fanatical believer, and begs for her mercy like a dying patient longing for life, she will love him completely.

She couldn't allow him to be absent-minded in the slightest, and she only accepted what was entirely hers.

70. Strategy No.70 Gamblers, quit gambling

"Sears, if you don't want to stay here tonight and hit a thousand Quaffles, don't be lazy with some little tricks that you think I can't see." Riddle looked up at the sky and said calmly.

The tall boy who was clapping his hands shook his head, looked in disbelief at Riddle, whose back was turned to him, and made a puzzled expression at his giggling teammates.

"Is it my illusion? Has he become more and more scary recently?"

The teammate said deeply: "Believe me, no one in love is normal. They either become lunatics or become fools. It is difficult for Tom to become a fool, so it is understandable that he is crazy."