[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

When Shen Yanzhou woke up again, he found that he was awakened by the warning from the charm at the door, and at the same time there was a knock on the door.

He sat up from the easy chair, the room was unexpectedly warm, he looked at the fireplace where sparks were jumping, his mind became a little clearer, and he immediately felt the burning sensation left on his left arm.He lifted his clothes and saw that the Dark Mark was printed on his arm like a curse.

Therefore, everything that happened just now was not a dream.

The knocking sounded again.

Shen Yanzhou walked to the door and asked feebly, "Who is that?"

"It's me." Old Deng's voice came.

Shen Yanzhou knew that it was probably because he left early, he glanced at the diary on the bookshelf hesitantly, and opened the door without seeing any reaction from him.

Old Deng walked in, saw Shen Yanzhou's pale face, and asked in surprise, "Are you sick?"

"Almost." Shen Yanzhou said.

Old Deng keenly noticed something wrong with Shen Yanzhou's expression: "What happened?"

"..." Shen Yanzhou was silent for a while, he subconsciously wanted to throw the diary directly to Dumbledore, but he didn't know if the Dark Lord had any other Horcruxes left in Hogwarts, if such behavior happened again If you anger him, I'm afraid it's really over.In the end he shook his head: "You know, I've been in poor health...an old problem."

"Oh, I told you a long time ago, if you really can't make it, you should retire. Find a good place to cultivate, it's better than teaching at Hogwarts." Although Dumbledore felt that Shen Yanzhou's behavior was a bit strange, but I didn't even think about it.

Shen Yanzhou froze for a moment, yes, why did he have to stay at Hogwarts? If he could leave here and take the diary with him, wouldn't it be all right?

He was about to nod, but the Dark Mark on his left arm suddenly ached. The pain was not severe, but just a warning.Shen Yanzhou had no choice but to shake his head: "Sorry, Albus, I'm fine. This time I failed my duty, and there won't be a second time."

Lao Deng nodded, and glanced at Shen Yanzhou's locker: "Oh, you finally started drinking potions. I've never seen you use the ones I bought before."

Shen Yanzhou smiled wryly, but didn't say much.

"If you think it's too bitter, I recommend Honeydukes' new product—Flower Fairy Candy, you'll like it." Lao Deng blinked his eyes and gave Shen Yanzhou a small opinion.

"Sounds good, thank you, Albus." Shen Yanzhou nodded.

"Then... let me make sure again, is your body really okay? Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup?" Old Deng asked worriedly.

Shen Yanzhou quickly shook his head: "It's really not necessary, of course I know my own body well, and, after so many years, you can see that I'm a little bit old."

"This is really enviable." Lao Deng said with a smile. "Then I won't bother you, you have a good rest—oh, I almost forgot, James is looking for you everywhere, he is going crazy, if you have time, you should say hello to him."

Shen Yanzhou nodded.

……

After sending Dumbledore away, Shen Yanzhou closed the office door, and heard a soft sound behind him.He sighed, and when he turned around, he saw the Dark Lord standing behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"What's the matter?" Shen Yanzhou really couldn't put on a good face in front of this person.

"..." Voldemort's complexion wasn't pretty either. "Why did Dumbledore say you have physical problems?"

Shen Yanzhou really didn't want to answer this question, so he said impatiently after a long time, "Thanks to you."

Voldemort immediately understood that the Killing Curse back then still hurt him after all.He looked at the locker, and he had already drank half of the potion on it: "Did you use these potions yourself?"

Shen Yanzhou didn't want to talk to him, went to the desk and sat down, took out a stack of papers and began to correct them.

Voldemort frowned and looked at him, a little puzzled in his heart. Since he had prepared these medicines for himself, why were they covered with dust? It seemed that he hadn't used them for a long time: "You don't drink medicines. , just because you feel bitter?"

Shen Yanzhou: "..." What does it matter to you?

Voldemort suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and a little confusion flashed in his eyes: why should he care about this person?This is his enemy.

"Whatever you want, just don't die before completing the task." He said indifferently and disappeared into the room.

Shen Yanzhou looked up at the place where he disappeared, and could only sigh silently in his heart.

He must not just sit still like this, he must come up with a way to fight against the Dark Lord.

……

That night, Voldemort made another request to Shen Yanzhou.

"You want to borrow my body?" Shen Yanzhou froze for a moment, then refused without hesitation: "Don't think about it, it's impossible."

"This is not a request, this is an order." Voldemort said indifferently. With his magical power, it is easy to invade a person's brain. Although Shen Yanzhou's brain is not so easy to invade, if he does not resist, Voldemort is confident that he can Take control of this body.

"Don't go too far." Shen Yanzhou squeezed the quill in his hand.

"Do you think it's too much to borrow your body, or to kill a few students?" Voldemort knew where Shen Yanzhou's Achilles' heel was, and the moment he opened his mouth, it was a threat that Shen Yanzhou had to succumb to.

With a "pop", the quill was broken by Shen Yanzhou's fingers.

Voldemort watched him intently.

In the end, Shen Yanzhou compromised: "Just once."

"It's not up to you." Voldemort chuckled. "I won't use your body to kill and set fire, but to gather my servants and pay you back tomorrow morning."

"Why don't you use your own body?" Shen Yanzhou asked.

"My strength is not enough, I can't stay too far away from the diary." Voldemort said without any taboo. "Unless you borrow someone else's body."

"I'll take your diary out." Shen Yanzhou said.

"Although this is also a method, it is too troublesome, so I refuse." Voldemort said flatly. "You are also a Death Eater now, you must obey my every word." His eyes fell on Shen Yanzhou's left arm hidden under his sleeve.

When Shen Yanzhou thought of the mark on his arm, his eyes darkened with anger.Seeing that something was wrong with Shen Yanzhou's expression, Voldemort did not continue to stimulate him, but simply turned into a black mist and entered his brain along Shen Yanzhou's temples.

When Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes again, his aura had completely changed.There was no gentle smile in the deep black pupils, replaced by bottomless darkness and coldness.

"..." "Shen Yanzhou" walked a few steps, getting used to his current body, then walked to the fireplace, looked above the fireplace, but found no floo powder.

"Professor, why haven't you changed your habit?" Voldemort said, his tone made "Shen Yanzhou"'s voice a little lower.

Shen Yanzhou, whose body was controlled, could only think silently: He should be equipped with some Floo powder, and let the Dark Lord walk into the fireplace only to find that this body was not a wizard at all, and the Floo network could not recognize him, and then he ate a mouthful of fireplace ashes.

But he was just thinking about it, let alone whether the Dark Lord would eat a mouthful of ashes, he didn't even know whether Floo fans could recognize the Dark Lord's magic power.

"You really dare to use the Floo Network. People from the Department of Magic Transport are always monitoring it." Shen Yanzhou said.

"It doesn't matter, the director of the Floo Network Administration is ours." Voldemort smiled. "Or it might be more appropriate to say that half of the Ministry of Magic is under my control."

Shen Yanzhou had nothing to say.

Voldemort took a coat from the hanger and put it on his body. He was about to open the door to go out, but he went back, took a bottle of potion from the locker, uncapped the bottle and drank it.

Although Shen Yanzhou didn't know why the Dark Lord wanted to drink the medicine suddenly, but seeing him drink that terrible potion without hindrance, he was somewhat admirable in his heart.

Voldemort threw the empty potion bottle into the trash can and was about to go out when there was a knock at the door.

"Godfather, are you there?" James' voice came.

Shen Yanzhou's heart sank, if he doesn't come sooner or later, why does this kid come to him every time at such a critical moment!

Voldemort seemed to sense Shen Yanzhou's worry, he showed a smile without a smile, walked to the door, and opened it.

James hugged Voldemort almost immediately, and said in a particularly eager tone: "Godfather, I have been looking for you all day! I heard from the principal that you are in the office, so why didn't you open the door for me in the afternoon!"

Voldemort: "..."

After a long time, James didn't get an answer. He looked up at his godfather, only to find that his godfather's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and a pair of cold night-like eyes looked at him coldly.

Startled almost immediately, James let go of Voldemort and took a step back. "Teach... the Godfather?"

"The Godfather?" Voldemort repeated the word.

James, who noticed that his godfather was abnormal, froze in place, not knowing what to say.He had never seen such a godfather before, as long as he stared into his eyes, he could feel the temperature around him drop suddenly, almost like frost.That is not pure indifference, but indifference and coldness that freezes everything, even hatred for everything in the world.

Looking at the terrified little wizard in front of him, Voldemort seemed to change his face suddenly, and smiled gently: "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood, did I scare you?"

James still didn't recover, he felt his teeth chattering up and down: "No...no, godfather, can I go in? It's cold outside."

"Of course." Voldemort turned to let James into the room.

Looking at Voldemort, James always felt that his godfather was a little strange, and he was completely different from the godfather he remembered.

Having lived in an aristocratic family since he was a child, he was still a little wary, he was silent for a while, and asked suddenly:

"Godfather, I suddenly forgot the homework you assigned last class, can you tell me again?"

Shen Yanzhou was taken aback for a moment, why did this kid become so clever at such a time?I've never seen him so smart before!The Dark Lord wouldn't be angry because he couldn't answer, would he?

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to say: "Thesis, a brief description of the characteristics and functions of art criticism, five inches of parchment. You have to pay attention to the lecture."

James immediately smiled: "Hey, godfather, I will never forget next time."

Shen Yanzhou was stunned: How could he know?

Voldemort looked at the smiling and happy child in front of him, and snorted coldly in his heart: The homework you assign to each grade has never changed. From the first grade to the seventh grade, I remember the weekly homework clearly.And your godson... It seems that your vision is not as good as before.

Shen Yanzhou: ...