[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

Shen Yanzhou stood up slowly from the ground, looked down at Voldemort lying in the easy chair, looked at the indifferent hatred in his eyes, couldn't speak for a while, and asked after a long time: "How could you... ..."

"Alive?" Voldemort chuckled. "You are not dead, why can't I live?"

"I thought you..." Shen Yanzhou looked at the black bamboo picture on the top of the bookshelf, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "You didn't just make a Horcrux?"

"Yes." Voldemort nodded. "Surprised? Back then I told you on purpose that I only had one Horcrux. Fortunately... I was careful."

"..." Shen Yanzhou didn't speak, and asked after a while: "So you came this time to kill me again?"

"Of course not." Voldemort shook his head, he stood up, walked slowly to Shen Yanzhou's side, looked at him and said softly, "I think it's more useful for you to be alive."

"What exactly do you want?" Shen Yanzhou took a step back, opened the distance between the two of them, and looked at him vigilantly.

"I am the Dark Lord, what do you think I want?" Voldemort laughed. "Why do you think I killed all those who disobeyed me, and why did I panic the entire magic world?"

He took a step forward and approached Shen Yanzhou: "This is a cleansing of the wizarding world. This time, let's start directly from Hogwarts."

Shen Yanzhou sighed, he knew that he had nothing to talk to this crazy person in front of him, since that's the case——

A pitch-black arrow hit the Dark Lord in front of him, the distance was extremely close, and the shot was sudden, stabbing at the Dark Lord like a black lightning.

As if the Dark Lord had expected this move long ago, he waved his hand to scatter the ink arrow that could barely see its shadow.The ink arrow dispersed into a cloud of mist in the air. After the mist, Voldemort's smile was full of sarcasm: "Professor, I always thought you were very strong."

Shen Yanzhou ignored his provocation, and countless spells poured out from his hands, forming marks in the air, restraining the Dark Lord in place.

"Is this the magic of an oriental wizard?" Voldemort looked at the characters floating in the air, his expression calm like a person who was under attack.

"Leave Hogwarts." Shen Yanzhou said, the spells were floating and swimming in the office as if they were alive, and each of them contained extremely powerful power of artifacts.

"No." Voldemort looked away from the spell, looked into Shen Yanzhou's eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Tom, even if you beat me, you still can't fight against the whole of Hogwarts with your own strength." Shen Yanzhou said. "So you better leave."

"Of course I can't do it alone." Voldemort laughed. "But how do you know I'm alone?"

"...What do you mean?" Shen Yanzhou frowned.

Voldemort seemed to be completely tired of such conversations, his eyes flashed red, and majestic magic power erupted from him, and Shen Yanzhou almost immediately felt that his spells were falling apart at an incredible speed, even Even the furniture and walls of the office creaked under the weight.

The broken sound came to the ears of the two clearly. The spell was finally completely destroyed. The Dark Lord's magic power broke out even more violently. In an instant, all the tables and chairs in the room were shattered into pieces, and the splashed debris scratched the surface. touched Shen Yanzhou's face.

Shen Yanzhou's heart sank.

too strong.This person is almost at the top of the magic world, and his chances of winning against him are too low.

The Dark Lord walked slowly towards Shen Yanzhou among the whirling debris, reached out his hand to wipe away the blood from his wound, and lightly licked the blood bead into his mouth, as if enjoying the taste of fresh blood, he narrowed his eyes comfortably and said: "You'll be on my side, won't you?"

"No." Shen Yanzhou didn't even think about it, and refused without hesitation.

Voldemort was about to say something when suddenly there was a knock on the door, which seemed extremely abrupt in the silent air.

"Godfather? Are you there?"

James' voice came.

Voldemort turned his head to look at the closed door, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

Shen Yanzhou immediately knew that something was wrong, and stood between Voldemort and the door, warning him: "Don't hurt the child."

"..." Voldemort couldn't help chuckling as if he had heard a funny joke: "Professor, do you think it's useful to tell me this?"

Shen Yanzhou gritted his teeth, raised the Tianyan pen in his hand, and stood up the Curse of Keeping, like an indestructible barrier between him and Voldemort: "If you want to hurt the child, kill me first."

Voldemort looked at his determined eyes, and heard the boy's continuous knocking on the door, and suddenly said: "What a rude boy, is he a Gryffindor?"

Shen Yanzhou didn't expect him to suddenly change the topic to the academy: "It has nothing to do with you."

"...It really has nothing to do with me." Voldemort turned around, and the terrifying pressure disappeared without a trace in an instant. He stretched out his hand and waved his finger, and the messy office returned to its original state very quickly. Like nothing ever happened.

Seeing that Voldemort stopped, Shen Yanzhou was relieved, but he didn't answer James, pretending that he was not in the office.James knocked on the door for a long time without getting a response, and finally left.

"Hogwarts is such a vibrant place, with so many children." Voldemort sat back in the easy chair again, and he smiled at Shen Yanzhou who was standing at the door, but his eyes were calm. "This is the future of the wizarding world. It would be a loss if any of them died...Of course, those mudbloods are not included."

Seeing that Shen Yanzhou hadn't spoken, he continued, "Professor, you must be wondering how I killed that Ravenclaw mudblood girl back then."

Shen Yanzhou looked at him silently.

"Basilisk." Voldemort said the answer that had troubled Shen Yanzhou for many years. "It's interesting, isn't it? Hogwarts has a basilisk, and no one knows about it except me."

"If I can release it for the first time, I can release it for the second or third time..." He said softly, watching Shen Yanzhou's face getting more and more ugly with satisfaction. "So, Professor, have you made up your mind? Which side to take?"

"..." Shen Yanzhou trembled with anger, "You actually threatened me with the lives of the students?"

"I just chose the most efficient way."

Shen Yanzhou had to admit that this was indeed a very effective method.But how could he be on the same side as the Dark Lord?If he compromises, then Hogwarts will be successfully opened by Voldemort to a fatal gap, and the future will be dark.

If he doesn't compromise, with Voldemort's cruelty, killing a few students is definitely what he said.And if the Dark Lord is really desperate to kill at Hogwarts, it is also a hopeless future.

Dilemma.

But at least if you choose to compromise, you can delay time.

Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes, and nodded helplessly: "I promise you."

Still without any emotional fluctuations, Voldemort said calmly, "Then...kneel down."

Shen Yanzhou looked at him incredulously, knelt down?How could he kneel before the Dark Lord?What's more, he is his own student!

"Is this disobedient?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous red light flashed from his eyes.

Shen Yanzhou felt that blood was surging up in his chest, and he was trembling with anger, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to desperately fight for himself and the person in front of him.Because he knew that it was useless to try his best.

In the end, he closed his eyes resignedly, knelt on one knee on the cold ground, and surrendered before the Dark Lord.

However, the Dark Lord's cold voice seemed to come from hell: "Show your left arm."

Shen Yanzhou stretched out his left hand without saying a word, Voldemort stretched out his hand, and gently lifted his clothes, revealing his slender arms, under the pale skin, blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

Slowly and arrogantly, the fingertips pierced into the fragile skin, and the black patterns spread across the pale skin like poisonous vines, and at the same time brought severe pain like a burning iron.

Shen Yanzhou subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Voldemort quickly grabbed his arm and grabbed his hand forcefully. Watching the evil Dark Mark slowly emerge on his white arm, the strong visual impact made him He almost stopped breathing.

Shen Yanzhou resisted the horrifying pain in his body, but when his eyes touched the mark that appeared on his hand, he felt his eyes go dark.

Isn't it enough for him to humiliate him like this, and mark him like an animal?

Anger and sorrow were like a huge vortex, and the physical torture made Shen Yanzhou almost unable to think. He could only let himself be swallowed by the vortex and sink into the dark deep sea.

Halfway through the Dark Mark, Voldemort felt the resistance from his wrist disappear.He looked up at the person kneeling in front of him, his face was pale, his black forehead hair was soaked in cold sweat, his eyes were closed tightly, and the long eyelashes cast shadows on his face.

Voldemort looked at his face quietly, the delicate and handsome face that once drove him almost crazy, the face that had been filled with anger and sadness since his resurrection, finally regained calmness and harmony after he completely lost consciousness. peaceful.

After the Dark Mark was completed, Voldemort let go of Shen Yanzhou's grip, and watched him fall to the ground indifferently.

He stood up from the chair, walked around the body of the person lying on the ground, and picked up the diary from the bookshelf.He hasn't fully recovered yet. Casting a Dark Mark after manifesting is not a waste of magic power, but the powerful magic power from Shen Yanzhou's body keeps hindering him, and he doesn't have a magic wand, so he almost exhausted his magic power Suppressing a resisting force, it was still quite magical for him, and he needed to rest for a while.

But his hand holding the diary stopped suddenly, and he suddenly thought that if he just let it go like this, something would happen to Shen Yanzhou.

In the end, he seemed to be a bit self-loathing, and put the diary back on the bookshelf with rough movements, walked to Shen Yanzhou's side, knelt down and picked him up, and threw him on the easy chair.

"For the sake of your usefulness to me." He reached out his hand to light the flame in the fireplace, the warm light flickered on and off, dancing on Shen Yanzhou's pale face.After doing all this, Voldemort turned into black mist again and disappeared into the diary.