[HP] Dark Lord's pet

"Want to try?" Olivia asked suddenly.

It was rare for Voldemort to react, and she was pushed into the passenger seat by her.Olivia got into the driver's seat from the other side, leaned close to the Dark Lord, grabbed the seat belt with her hand, and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Without daring to see his reaction, Olivia turned around, fastened the seat belt in her hand with a smile in her eyes, then fastened her own, and started the car: "Muggle cars are very simple, I just look at Lan Rui Sha operated for a while..."

She gives a quick tour of the car: "Would you like to try it later? I think it's fun!"

Voldemort snorted, didn't agree, but didn't refuse either.

Olivia didn't feel any loss about this. She started the car and left the manor, chatting with the Dark Lord: "When did you come? I've been outside all the time. If I knew, I would have come back to accompany you sooner." .”

"The Dark Lord needs no company."

"Yes, you don't need it." Olivia raised her eyebrows, then turned her head and smiled sweetly at him: "I want to accompany you."

Voldemort looked away and snorted softly, "Sweet words!"

Olivia couldn't help raising her mouth.

After a while, she spoke again: "Before I came back, I encountered a dementor, in the outskirts of London. Has Fudge already been unable to control the dementor?"

"That idiot!" Voldemort's tone was full of disdain: "Dementors never obey anyone. They only make deals. I can give them the best. Of course they will choose better allies."

"Okay." Olivia nodded indiscriminately, "Then do you know that they are flying around the UK at will?"

"I don't care about that," said Voldemort dryly. "With so many Muggles, they'll have enough to eat, and they won't try to trick wizards—"

"Olivia," Voldemort's red eyes looked over dangerously: "Don't put your sympathy on useless things."

Olivia gritted her teeth: "I know...it's just that they make people uncomfortable..."

"You gotta learn, Muggle fears are a good source of joy."

Olivia took a breath, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the speed of the car seemed to be flying, after a while, she finally remembered: "Muggle cars are not bad, do you want to try to drive them? "

"The speed is too slow, you can only run on the ground." Voldemort replied, looking ahead.

"Okay," Olivia recalled that he could fly out of thin air, so it wasn't surprising: "I don't know if there is a special department in the Ministry of Magic that can modify cars. I remember there was a report about flying cars. trip……"

"Leave it to Lucius, he is familiar with these, I will tell him."

Olivia was flattered, and after thanking the Dark Lord, she thought of something and suddenly laughed out loud, and under the watchful eyes of the Dark Lord, she quickly explained: "I was just thinking, Lucius is really easy to use, and I need to move it wherever I need it. "

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, thoughtful.

"We are chasing the sunset!" Olivia's joyful voice brought back his thoughts. She turned the car onto the road and drove towards the sunset all the way to the cliff by the sea.

She jumped out of the car, with huge waves rolling under her feet, and a fiery red sunset in the distance. She straightened her hands and took a deep breath: "It's so beautiful!"

When Voldemort opened the car door and got off, she just turned around. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed her golden hair into a warm color, dancing slightly with the sea breeze, like another little sun, happy like a carefree girl.

Voldemort's eyes seemed to be stung, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. He unconsciously took two steps forward, but Olivia rushed towards him.

When she was in his arms, Voldemort suddenly felt greedy and satisfied, just like the rare feeling after getting a certain collection.

He leaned against the car, put his arms around the collection in his arms, and the cardboard box of the orphanage's loot flashed in his mind for a moment.

Olivia raised her head, her light blue eyes were full of complex emotions, she looked directly at Voldemort's red eyes: "Sunshine and sea breeze will make me happy, I want to share these happiness with you .”

She approached slowly, and the unfinished words disappeared between their lips.

After Halloween, Olivia is baffled by a sudden invitation.

"Malfoy's Christmas party, it's amazing—I mean, holding a Christmas party under such circumstances..." Olivia handed the letter in her hand to Voldemort.

He was sitting on the armchair with a book, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "An ordinary dinner, you can go if you want."

Olivia thought for a while, and threw the letter on the desk: "Forget it, I'm not interested in these, and I don't know how to dance, it's not interesting..."

"You can't dance?" Voldemort asked as if suddenly interested in this topic.

Olivia spread her hands: "You know, since I was six years old, I haven't had the opportunity to participate in this kind of banquet. I didn't pay attention to these things at Hogwarts...so I never learned."

"It seems that you want me to teach you." Voldemort closed the book, waved his wand, a phonograph appeared in the corner, and a melodious music was playing.

Olivia had a stiff face, and wanted to ask him where he came to this conclusion.But she resisted it, raised her chin, and put her hand on Voldemort's outstretched hand. He held it, kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then pulled her into his arms with force.

Olivia's face was a little hot. The Dark Lord just now was like a luminous body, and his gestures and gestures were all very charming. She muttered: "This is really unfair. You can be extremely charming as long as you want."

Olivia was sure he heard it, because his chest shook twice: "Put your hands on my shoulders, girl."

Olivia pursed her lips, and couldn't restrain the corners of her mouth: "Aldu is already this big, and you still call me a girl."

Voldemort took her for a spin: "At my age, you will always be my girl."

There were two blushes on Olivia's face. She grunted and lowered her head shyly: "Speaking of which, when is your birthday?"

Voldemort put his eyes on the top of her head: "I haven't had my birthday for many years..."

Olivia raised her head, and the obvious disapproval in her eyes made him pause: "Let me think...December 12st, yes, this day..." His eyes were deep, as if he remembered something.

"This is really amazing!" Olivia couldn't help but said: "Al's birthday is on January 1st, one at the end of the year and one at the beginning of the year, it's really amazing..."

It's like... the end of an era and the beginning of an era.

Olivia suddenly thought of the two years when the Dark Lord was "imprisoned". When he watched her and Arnold celebrate their birthday with cold eyes, how did he feel?

Olivia was inexplicably guilty, she hesitated: "If you want, Al and I can celebrate you together this year..."

celebrate?Voldemort couldn't think of anything to celebrate on this day, and he wanted to refuse, but Olivia saw it and quickly added: "It's just our family, how about it, huh?"

family?

The music changed to a more exciting one, Voldemort led her to change the pace, and whispered in her ear: "As you wish."

Olivia couldn't help laughing, she withdrew her mind and devoted herself to this teaching.

Once Halloween is over, Christmas is coming soon.

When Olivia went to pick up Arnold at the station, she met Lucius Malfoy on the platform.Holding the unique snake-headed cane that represented Malfoy's style, he walked over on his own initiative, talking to her while watching the train that had just stopped.

"Thank you, Miss Star—for that previous help."

"It's nothing, Mr. Malfoy." Olivia also looked at the crowd pouring out of the train door, expecting to see Arnold's figure.

"Lucius." Lucius Malfoy showed a faint and proud smile: "Although I have already written an invitation letter, I think it is necessary for me to formally invite you, Olivia, are you willing to participate in Malfoy's invitation?" Christmas dinner?"

Olivia couldn't help sighing that he and Narcissa are really a family, even the habit of being called by their Christian names is so consistent, she smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Lucius——"

"Why not? Mom," Arnold's voice broke in suddenly—he had grown a bit taller, almost as tall as the little Malfoy who was walking behind him: "Mom, I'm very interested in the Malfoy family's Christmas party." I'm very interested, but I don't have a partner, would you like to be my partner?"

Olivia raised her eyebrows, and glanced at him and the little Malfoy who was obviously embarrassed after seeing Olivia: "Of course!"

"Then Lucius, see you at Christmas night!" Olivia turned her head and said to Lucius, he bent slightly like a gentleman, and watched the two leave.

"The new car looks great, Mom." Arnold sat in the car, studied it with interest, and praised.

"Don't change the subject!" Olivia smiled and gave him a blank look: "I don't know when you became interested in the party?"

Arnold looked over innocently: "Draco invited me at school, and I have already agreed. In order to thank him for helping me get rid of a big pink trouble, I am willing to help him-obviously Mr. Malfoy is in a state of distress, Want to win you over? And, beautiful Ms. Sta, won't you be my dance partner?"

Olivia giggled: "Perhaps Lucius thinks that I can speak well for him in front of your father—speaking of which, before you go home, maybe you can tell me why you need to register a company? "

Arnold smiled and explained to her: "My society—the one I told you in the letter—has an interest group. We study the improvement of potions and want it to be effective on Muggles. If there is Achievement, I can cash it out."

"But, Al," Olivia was a little surprised: "Muggles' physiology is completely different from ours. Most potions have little effect on Muggles. I'm afraid this will be difficult to achieve."

"We have already achieved some results." Arnold was a little proud: "We have initially found a breakthrough. In fact, if there is a potion master, I think we should have succeeded!"

Olivia raised her eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, Al, Hogwarts has a ready-made potion master!"

Arnold pursed his lips: "But, I'm not sure...I'm not sure to convince him, I...I can't judge him yet."

Olivia nodded knowingly: "Being cautious is the right choice. After all, you don't want your father to know. But maybe I can help you with this matter, let me think about it..."

Arnold grinned: "I knew you had a way!"

Olivia nodded jokingly: "I'm sure you already knew!"

Arnold gave a sly smile.

The author has something to say: Do you think it is still a little sweet?