[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

Na disliked that he wet her clothes.

The lounge was empty, and no one was there. Riddleton stopped and looked towards the doorway of the women's dormitory, not sure if Fiona had gone to the window to watch his game, or stayed in the dormitory to sleep.No matter which option it is, it makes him feel a little happier than setting a record and winning the game.

Just as he was about to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change his clothes, Riddle heard the sound of the stone door turning. Looking back, Fiona was slowly walking in from the outside.

With a smile on his lips, Riddle was about to ask her how she felt about watching the game, when he met her expressionless face and slightly cold eyes, his heart suddenly "thumped".

At this time, Fiona, for some reason, reminded him of Christmas Eve in the third chance, she stood in front of the window and looked at him coldly, with murderous intent emerging.

Riddle hurriedly thought about it, and made sure that the deafening cheers just now were not mixed with the system's favorability report. After waiting for a while, he saw that Fiona had almost walked in front of him, and the favorability had not changed, so he relaxed a little. tone.

——It gave him a big jump, and he thought that he had come to his final death out of nowhere.

Half of his heart was let go, and the other half was still in suspense. Riddle also quickly walked two steps towards Fiona, and the two stood together. He held her hand and asked in a low voice: "Why?" Is it? What happened?"

Fiona didn't speak for a while, just looked at Riddle quietly, and waited until the hand held by Riddle gradually warmed up, then she stretched the muscles on her face, showing an expression that was not considered a smile.

"Nothing," she said casually, and just when Riddle thought she was going to say nothing happened, she added, "I killed someone."

Riddle blinked slowly.

After making sure he heard correctly, Riddle glanced around and said calmly, "Who is it?"

Fiona spat out a very familiar name: "Fair Crown Avery."

72. Strategy No.70 The second step is an eyesore, die

The castle was empty, even quieter than during the Christmas holidays, but it didn't look deserted, like a living room with hot tea, although there was no one in it, but I knew in my heart that people just left for a while, and they would be gone soon. Will be back.

When Fiona passed by in the corridor, some portraits would watch her quietly, and some with enthusiastic personalities would greet her, "Hey, little girl, why don't you go to the game?" There was an echo in the corridor.

The portrait next to him opened his eyes and said angrily: "It's so noisy! You bloody red-nosed idiot, can you hold your tongue and stop talking to people when you see it? Otherwise, I must let Dippet put your Remove the portrait!"

"You are really unreasonable, and this wall is not marked with your name."

Whether it's a friendly strike-up or a rowdy dispute, it's like a breeze blowing past Fiona's ears. Her subconscious is rapidly recording all the information around her. She knows every portrait hanging on the wall. Her name and origin, she knew who was missing in the blank portrait, but her mood was as calm as stagnant water.Without squinting, she walked forward at her own pace.

After walking halfway around the castle and climbing a lot of stairs, Fiona was sweating slightly on her forehead when she arrived at the destination, and her breathing was a bit short of breath. She stood behind the rock arch of the tower and supported the wall to relax for a while. Only then recovered.

She didn't go to the Gryffindor tower that Riddle mentioned, which was next to the principal's office, and there were many people coming and going. She habitually avoided all situations where she might have direct contact with others, so she chose another place—Huo Gwarz's clock tower.

The clocks in the wizarding world don’t need people to wind them, and a spell can guarantee the time is always accurate to one second. Therefore, almost no one will come here, and there are no picture frames and ghosts.

Fiona stood at the highest point of the clock tower. There were arches on all sides and no fences. Standing on the edge of the wall, she had a wide view. She could see the Quidditch field and the train tracks hidden in the mountains in the distance. You need to be very careful where you step, so as not to step forward inadvertently, or be blown down by strong winds.

Today's weather is indeed as bad as Riddle said. The wind blows Fiona's hair in all directions. She feels that she can touch the lowered clouds with her hands. There is a lot of humidity in the air, and she can intuitively foresee the coming heavy rain.

Hope it rains after the game.thought Fiona.She didn't want to be drenched like a drowning owl here.

This possibility is not low. Judging from the end time of Riddle's game last year, it should be within an hour - she didn't go to see it, but even in the castle, she could hear the voices on the field.

Raising the binoculars, the Quidditch pitch quickly zoomed in on the field of vision. At this time, the players hadn't played yet, and the surrounding high-altitude stands were already full of people.Fiona put down the binoculars, staring at the dark clouds and the gray mountains in the distance, quietly fascinated.

In the clock tower, there are the sounds of various bearings snapping together, the sound of chains rubbing, and the sound of hands moving. Fiona likes this kind of mixed but not chaotic, tight and regular rhythm, as if the whole world is mechanically moving like this. To operate, not to be shaken by anyone's emotions, not to be transferred by anyone's will.

Fiona was immersed in this icy and ruthless perfect melody, and therefore immediately noticed a sudden discordant movement.After a while, she judged that another person had entered the clock tower and was climbing up.

An unexpected encounter?Fiona dismissed this conjecture.At this time, in this weather, in this place, it is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence.

Someone is here for her.who is it?

The sound of footsteps is gradually approaching, and it can be heard that it belongs to the weight of a man. There is no sound of panting, and the physical strength is very good. Every time when turning a corner, the heel of the foot will rub against the ground and rotate for a circle. She just knows a person who has this habit. .

Fiona turned around and watched the person unhurriedly emerge from the stairs, overlapping with the figure that emerged in her mind accurately.

Phil Crown Avery.

Pure blood, in the fourth grade, one of the first people who were attracted by Riddle, and besides Yardley, the closest person in their small group to Riddle, not counting Yardley—if it didn't happen to be in a In the dormitory, Riddle didn't even bother to talk to him—Avery should be the person Riddle admired the most.

This "most" is of course only a comparative degree among all insignificant ones.

Fiona knew why Riddle paid more attention to Avery, because he preferred capable and smart people to foolish and loyal reckless men. I just like the feeling of putting jackals on a neck leash and taming them to obey orders.

I don't know why, but Riddle has a lot of special hobbies that seem to be specially used to cheat himself-including a strange attachment to her.He is obviously a character who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages extremely, and has an incomprehensible enthusiasm for things that put him at a disadvantage.

After thinking about it, it can probably only be attributed to the fact that there is indeed something wrong with his brain.

Thinking of this, Fiona unconsciously smiled.

Avery misunderstood her smile, and also smiled and waved to her, "What a coincidence, Shafiq, it looks like you're happy to see me too."

Avery has a long face, and his appearance is quite correct, but there are more whites in his eyes, drooping eyebrows, and the distance between his eyes is relatively short, so even when he smiles, there is an uncomfortable feeling. gloomy.

Instantly flattening the corners of her mouth, Fiona looked at Avery coldly.She originally wanted to watch him act coldly, but thinking that the game was about to start, she managed to find a perfect seat, and it would be a disappointment if someone affected her experience of watching the game.

So she asked bluntly, "Why follow me?"

Avery didn't answer right away, he walked to Fiona's side, put his hands on his eyes and looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and whistled.

"What a nice place. Do you and Tom go on dates here often?"

Fiona had no expression on her face, but her heart turned cold because of his frivolous attitude when he mentioned Riddle.

Not getting an answer, Avery turned to look at Fiona and made a helpless expression, "You are really boring, is it the same when you get along with Tom?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, his subtext clearly said: "I really don't understand, how could he fall in love with you?"

But it didn't do much for Fiona, who said softly, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Don't say it as if I have any bad intentions, I'm just curious," Avery smiled and moved closer to Fiona, "When did you and Tom get together? Before you suddenly announced, I I haven't seen any interaction between you."

As he said, he winked at her, "Could it be that you were all in an underground relationship before? This is so exciting that even Yardley doesn't know about it. You are so good at hiding it. However, in a secret relationship, there is usually There are secrets that need to be kept together. Especially, between a shining school star and a humble little orphan."

He lowered his voice and asked darkly with a smiley tone: "Can you let me know what funny little secret Tom has?"

They stood on the edge of the arch without guardrails. Avery's approach made Fiona retreat into the tower if she wanted to avoid it, but Avery turned her body half sideways, obviously ready to block it.Fiona also predicted from his words and deeds that he would scare her with the danger of falling from a high altitude.