[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

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"What if I don't come?" He asked unwillingly.

"Then I don't want to see you anymore." Fiona said lightly.

"Ding. The favorability of the target is reduced by 2, and the current favorability is 89."

Riddle: "..."

Fiona has always had the ability to make him fall into self-doubt. It's hard to say whether he hates the love that has no bottom line and begs for mercy more now, or the relationship that changes and changes freely.

"The library is closing, I'm going back." Fiona put away the book on her knees, and was about to jump off the window sill.

"Wait a minute." Riddle called her to stop, and when he saw her handing over a questioning expression, he opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

What should he say, there was an unfinished kiss between them?

Of course Riddle didn't care for a kiss—they'd kissed countless times—but with Fiona, their lips had never touched intimately.

so what?Riddle quickly contradicted himself.With or without, it was just a kiss. Could he still be like an obsessed resentful lover, brazenly begging Fiona: "I hope you will grab my tie and pull me over unceremoniously, Give me a kiss like the wind blows through the treetops?"

I don't know if Fiona will be disgusted, anyway, after just passing through her mind, Riddle was disgusted by herself and wanted to vomit.

So, just pretend that this kiss never existed?

Smiling as if nothing had happened, Riddle stretched out his hand and said naturally: "I wonder if you would like to try a new way to go back to the dormitory?"

Fiona showed some consideration as she glanced over the broomstick below him.

Obviously, judging from her previous performance of pretending not to exist in flying lessons, as a wizard, she has never had the experience of flying on a broomstick so far.

There is no law that stipulates that wizards must be able to ride brooms.Riddle thought about it, and was about to say a word to withdraw the proposal, Fiona leaned out from the window a little, and put her palms in the air.

"I hope your driving skills are worthy of your captain's status." Fiona said, without waiting for Riddle's reaction, she jumped towards him from the window sill without warning.

Her movements are very crisp, even though her feet have never been more than two inches off the ground, from her expression and unprotected posture, there is no trace of worry that she may fall down .

She seemed absolutely convinced of something for which there was no proof—he would absolutely catch her.

Riddle did catch her, half body was startled in cold sweat and his heartbeat accelerated, he hugged her like catching a baby bird that fell from a tree, and at the same time exhausted all his strength, only Relying on his legs, he stabilized the violently swinging broom.

He carefully placed her behind him, until he felt her arms around his waist, and then slowly exhaled.

All the games he has played have not made him feel nervous and thrilling at that moment.

"You're always keen to surprise me," Riddle said in a half-truthy, complaining tone. "Do you like seeing me frightened by you so much?"

"Many times?" Riddle couldn't see Fiona's expression, but could hear the obvious smile in her voice, "But I do like it—that's probably when you're most real."

Riddle adjusted the direction of the broom and rose a little higher. He had no experience in leading people, and he felt the change of the center of gravity of the broom for a while before controlling the broom to fly along the outer wall of the castle to the other side.

The flying speed of the broom will be ridiculed by any Quidditch fan if he is a beginner, but in terms of stability, it is comparable to the top professional players.

After flying intently for a while, Riddle seemed to remember something, and asked casually: "Do you like my real appearance?"

"I like everything that is real, even if it is ugly."

Probably to avoid the wind, Fiona buried her face tightly on his back, and the soft and thin voice came out indistinctly, and part of it was swept away by the wind, so that Riddle had to listen very carefully. .

So, he heard that small and small voice penetrated his clothes, along his back, and crawled into his ears word by word.

"If it's you, I can accept a little bit of falsehood."

In the cold night wind, Riddle's whole body burned.

He couldn't help but speed up a little bit, and flew in from the hall on the first floor while holding down the broom. corridor.

It's not yet curfew time, and there are sporadic students in the corridor who have just finished their evening classes and finished their homework and left the library. Seeing the broom that suddenly broke in, they all screamed and scattered to both sides.

"Hey, Riddle! Quidditch is forbidden in the castle!" Someone recognized the man on the broom, and he happened to be a Ravenclaw prefect. He was stunned and funny, and said loudly, "You If you don't stop, I'll lose Slytherin points."

"Just buckle it up," the broom swooped down the stairs, and then made another beautiful turn. When it stopped briefly on the landing, Riddle raised his chin provocatively at the Ravenclaw prefect, " No matter how much you deduct, I will add it back."

Before the words were finished, the two people on the broom had slipped into the cellar and disappeared.People in the corridor looked at me and I looked at you, and burst into laughter.

The Ravenclaw prefect made an angry face, but his eyes were still bent, "It's too arrogant! If you don't teach me a lesson, you will have to deduct [-] points from Slytherin, because Riddle blatantly violated the school rules, just to play tricks in front of his girlfriend handsome!"

"The most important thing is that he succeeded." The person next to him said convincingly.

Others are also chatting and laughing.

"I always thought Riddle Chen was serious, but I didn't expect to have such a youthful side."

"Merlin said it well, love makes one's head go crazy."

"Merlin: I never said that."

The broom remained steady in the low cellar corridor, sliding all the way to the door of the Slytherin common room, before Riddle lowered the broom and helped Fiona to the ground.

There was no one at the door, and Riddle saw the smile on Fiona's face when he turned his head, and couldn't help laughing too.

"How, is my technology worthy of my status?" He smoothed Fiona's wind-torn hair and asked with a smile.

Fiona's cheeks were slightly flushed, whether it was blown by the wind or smothered in her clothes, it made her look a little better.

She pursed her lips and nodded slightly, affirming his level, "It's worth a Galleon tip—if you need it."

"If you really want to pay me," Riddle looked down at Fiona, and naturally continued, "I think what I need is a goodnight kiss."

When he said this, Riddle's mood was unexpectedly calm.He didn't worry about whether saying this would make him appear humble, and he didn't think about whether he would be teased or rejected. He always imagined many possibilities when facing Fiona before, but this time he didn't think about anything.

He just looked at her, waiting for her answer.

Fiona's eyes flickered for a moment, as if she was a little surprised, but she didn't even think for longer than when Riddle invited her to sit on the broom, and she calmly agreed.

"Of course you deserve it too," she said.

Fiona raised her face, and Riddle also lowered her head in cooperation. When her lips were about to fall on the side of his face, she paused and confirmed seriously: "Sorry, I don't have experience in this field-goodnight kiss is kiss on the cheek?"

It goes without saying that the Safiks never gave her a kiss of any kind.

"Anywhere you want," Riddle said.

Fiona gave a clear "hmm", and then gently touched Riddle's lips very strangely.

Without any unnecessary entanglement, Riddle enjoyed the superficial kiss contentedly, and when Fiona pulled away, he smiled and said, "Thank you, generous lady. I wish you a sweet dream."

Fiona stared at him for two seconds before saying, "Good night, Mr. Excellent Coachman."

"Ding. Add 2 to the favorability of the target, and the current favorability is 91."

The psychological defense that took more than half a century to build disintegrated layer by layer like the peeling of the wall. Riddle smiled bitterly in the irreversible defeat, and gave up the stubborn resistance in a slump.

He admitted that what he resisted was never actually showing weakness to the enemy, he was not afraid of any enemy at all.

What he is really afraid of is that he will be fooled and ridiculed, and he is afraid that even though he is fooled and ridiculed, he still will not resist obediently.He was afraid of becoming the kind of person he had always scorned and denied, and that the pain and humiliation he had inflicted on others would all return to himself one by one.He was afraid that his persistence and belief all his life would eventually become a joke.

But the world seems to like to play with him.

He didn't want to die, he died anyway.

He doesn't want to love, and it seems that he can't tolerate him not loving.

He used the Horcrux as a bargaining chip in his quest for immortality, and lost.If he used his own love as a bargaining chip to exchange for Fiona's love, would he also lose completely?

There is only one way to avoid becoming a loser in the gambling game, and that is not to gamble, but he just can't give up, he always wants to win.

Riddle closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them suddenly, his eyes were full of crazy cruelty.

Bet!He wanted to see if he could win the game with all his efforts.

71. Raiders No.70 One step, get lunch

Riddle once again considered whether to retire