HP: The Shadow Returns

Theodore returned to Knott Manor.

As soon as Wilta stepped into the castle, she was grabbed by Voldemort's arm, which she had been waiting for for a long time. The huge and sudden pain almost made her drop the gift in her hand to the ground.

"Don't be so anxious, brother, I've prepared a Christmas gift for you."

Virta glanced at his bloodshot eyes and didn't feel at all that he was in a bad mood. With a gentle smile on his face without being angry at all, he raised his hand and handed over the gift.

"I do not need this!"

He angrily slapped the gift to the ground with his hand, then lifted up her collar and got very close to him, their eyes facing each other.

Voldemort looked ferocious and roared angrily.

"How dare you put me under house arrest! Virta Gunter!"

Seeing the gift falling heavily to the ground, the warm smile on the girl's face remained. She did not answer Voldemort's question, she just stared at him quietly and asked with arched eyebrows.

"Then what are you going to do? Kill me?"

mention of death

Voldemort fell silent for a moment like a motorcycle that stalled. His eyes were still filled with anger, but his whole body became much calmer. The hand holding his collar also relaxed slightly.

"I never thought about it that way."

"Why don't you take a look at what the gift is first? I've been preparing it for a long time just to give it to you."

As if nothing happened just now, Huerta gently opened the other person's hand that was holding her collar, turned around and picked up the gift box on the ground.

He walked all the way to the table and put it on, pulled out two chairs, and looked at Voldemort with a complicated expression with a bright smile.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The two sat facing each other. Huerta unwrapped the gift box, and a broken cake suddenly appeared inside. He looked at the broken citrus chocolate on it.

A look of astonishment appeared on Voldemort's pale face. After Virta left... he hadn't celebrated his birthday in decades.

"Isn't this the time to say, happy birthday?"

Virta straightened the chocolate carelessly, ignoring the cracks that still existed on it, and took out a candle from the side and inserted it on the cake with a smile.

"It's your birthday in a few days, but I might not be able to come back at Hogwarts at that time, so I just thought I could spend Christmas with you."

As the girl spoke, she used magic to light the candles, and the warm and burning flames burned directly into Voldemort's heart.

"Make a wish...brother"

The cold voice brought back the man's wandering mind. He pursed his lips and saw in Virta's green pupils a complex tangle that he had never seen on his face before.

"You don't like it?"

After a long time, she asked calmly.

Voldemort said nothing. He kept staring at the girl, as if he wanted to see something from her.

As time went by, a disappointed smile flashed across Virta's pale face. She pursed her lips, pulled up her waist, and was about to speak.

Voldemort opened his lips, blew out the candle at once, then looked up at himself and said in a deep voice

"I'm done."

He just finished speaking.

The girl immediately showed a row of white teeth, and with a smile on her face, she took out a silver table knife and cut the cake. She thoughtfully paired it with a small fork and handed it to the man.

"Happy birthday...brother"

"besides....."

Virta's tone was deep, and her thick and affectionate eyes looked him up and down, and finally her eyes stopped at the center of his eyes.

"I love you."

like...

Hearing this word, Voldemort looked at her with a slightly startled expression.

He admitted that his heart skipped a beat, especially when he picked up the fork and the soft, sweet citrus cream melted in his mouth.

That feeling is getting stronger.

When his eyes fell on Wilta's wrinkled collar, the cold-blooded Dark Lord actually felt guilty for the first time in his life.

Wilta spoke softly, slowly stretched out one hand on the table, opened her palm to Voldemort, and slightly hooked her fingertips.

"Do you love me?"

Voldemort fiddled with the cake on the plate slightly with his fork and licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Then without saying a word, he stretched out his pale and thin arm, moved it to the dark ebony table, and held it tightly with the girl.

At this time, Voldemort saw clearly the red marks on the opponent's fair arms that he had left because of his anger and excessive force.

The guilt in his heart went even further. Even though he knew that he was playing into the girl's hands, his emotions were still spreading uncontrollably.

So he directly lifted up half of his sleeves, touched the mark with his spider-like slender cold fingers and asked in a deep voice

"Does it hurt?"

Huerta smiled and said indifferently.

"A little bit, but I should bear the responsibility of making my brother angry."

After hearing what she said, Voldemort remained silent without saying a word, and just kept stroking her quietly.

After a long time, he regained his composure, raised his head and stared at the girl, and spoke in a low and slow voice.

"You should bear nothing, as Gunter, or as my sister... I love you, Virta, from birth."

"We should be together forever..."

At this moment, Virta was sitting across from her, her long, lazy black hair hanging down her sides, and the candlelight on the wall was dancing and reflected on her gorgeous face.

I suddenly felt a little wet and hot at the corners of my eyes, which was really strange. The two people's hands tightened even more, and tears fell from the corners of the girl's eyes just as they looked at each other.

"I have no choice...brother...I have to protect you."

After a long silence, Voldemort replied without much expression.

"I know, but I don't like this, Virta"

The throbbing in the girl's eyes gradually dissipated. Huerta stood up slowly and let go of his hand. Like a ghost, he wandered to the man's side and held his strong and tall shoulders.

Slowly leaning down and leaning against his cheek, the tears that had not yet dried up were also left on Voldemort's face. Wilta whispered extremely affectionately.

"You want me to be okay, right?"

Voldemort didn't even need to move, he could feel the softness on the side of his face. He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the girl's cheek, stroking the only weakness in his heart.

"certainly"

There was a hoarseness in his cold voice. Before Virta had time to laugh, Voldemort changed the subject and continued.

"But I need my wand, and my freedom."

At this time, the man's hand was already stuck on the girl's neck, feeling the shackles that seemed threatening.

There was no unnecessary expression on Virta's gorgeous face, she just left a moist kiss on Voldemort's cheek and said.

"Happy birthday, brother...good night"

After saying that, she straightened up and prepared to leave without any hesitation. Voldemort's hand stuck on her neck also moved downwards due to the girl's movements, even if it was hooked on something.

Huerta left without paying any attention.

Cold air filled the empty restaurant, and the place suddenly fell into an extremely silent silence. The candlesticks on the wall reflected the man's thin and inhuman profile.

Voldemort raised his hand stiffly, and his hand was clearly hooked on Virta's luxurious shawl.

Beautiful blue roses bloom dazzlingly on it, exuding a strong citrus fragrance.