if i am not me

Hearing the pattering rain outside the window, Qiang Huan curled up and sat in front of the burning fireplace, his eyes were a little dull.He never thought that the person who kidnapped him was actually "he"...

Lord Voldemort!

This fact is so shocking that Qiang Huan still can't get back to his senses.

But...the fact is like this, the man not only tied him back, but offered him a hospitable offering, and even showed him the newspaper, and...

Qiang Huan blinked, and his eyes shifted from the jumping flames to the armrest of the sofa, where a novel and a dictionary were placed.

This is all brought by "that person".

Recall that an hour ago, that person suddenly appeared in front of him and said his name...

"impossible!"

Qiang Huan looked at the boy who was clearly in his teens, but he couldn't connect him with Lord Voldemort no matter what.Unless he used potions or magic.

Voldemort didn't react too much to Qiang Huan's reaction, he showed a smile with an unknown meaning, and threw the things in his hand towards Qiang Huan.Qiang Huan caught it subconsciously, and then, he was stunned!

That's two books.

"Let's have a look, it's very interesting." Voldemort's clear and joyful voice still had a hint of innocence that only belonged to teenagers, "But... maybe a dictionary is more useful to you." After finishing speaking, Voldemort looked at the victim Huan threw the Daily Prophet on the ground.

Qiang Huan didn't talk to him this time.He felt that the scene that happened before his eyes was really weird.It was so weird that he felt, maybe, he was just dreaming?

Secretly pinched the palm of his hand with his nails.

It hurts.

is reality!

Then this person...

"Aren't you going to invite me in? You're still a 'friend' after all." Seeing that Qiang Huan didn't speak, Voldemort didn't mind, he just said with a smile.

"You are the master." Qiang Huan frowned indistinctly, and replied in a cold voice.

The words seemed to please Voldemort.As soon as Qiang Huan finished speaking, Voldemort laughed softly.The tone is very pleasant.But Qiang Huan felt a chill crawling up his back, making him shiver involuntarily.

"This is the room I specially prepared for you, you can still make the decision." Having said that, Voldemort walked into the room on his own, sat down on the sofa and looked at the boy standing by the fireplace , pulled out his wand and quickly waved in his direction.

Qiang Huan had been on alert since Voldemort's appearance, so he was only slightly startled when he saw his action, and then quickly reacted and hid towards the corner of the wall.But Voldemort's speed was too fast, even with his skill, he was still scorched by the scorching sensation brought by the shot of red light, and a piece of fabric on his sleeve was scorched.

But Voldemort watched Qiang Huan's neat movements, but calmly put away his wand, and said to Qiang Huan with a faint smile, "It's been cold these few nights, don't get sick from the cold." In contrast to what he said, a slow thunder came from outside the window.

Outside, it started to rain.

Hearing the buzzing sound in his ears, Qiang Huan carefully looked at the young man in front of him, glanced at the furnace that had just been lit by Voldemort's magic from the corner of his eye, his face paled a little.

"What are you doing standing there? Come and sit down." Voldemort didn't seem to see the expression on Qiang Huan's face, he patted the place beside him, motioning for Qiang Huan to sit down beside him.However, Qiang Huan just looked at him motionless, and the warning in his eyes was undisguised in front of Voldemort.

"It seems that I'm not welcome." With a false shrug, Voldemort took out a stack of newspapers from his pocket as if remembering something, and shook it at Qiang Huan. "This is today's Daily Prophet, do you want to read it?"

Qiang Huan looked at his pocket, then at the stack of thick newspapers, and nodded.

"Then come here."

"..."

"I don't like saying the same thing a third time."

Taking a deep breath, Qiang Huan walked to Voldemort's side as calm as possible and sat down.

What else could it be?

Now he is facing Voldemort... not because he is self-effacing, but... really powerless to fight back.It is better to be acquainted with it than engage in unnecessary struggles.

Satisfied looking at Qiang Huan who was sitting beside him, Voldemort looked at his scorched cuff, stroked it with his hand, touched it and clicked his tongue softly, "Why bother."

Qiang Huan just kept a dumb face and didn't answer. Voldemort smiled when he saw this, and unfolded the newspaper with shaking hands.Instead of handing the newspaper to Qiang Huan, he read today's front page in Chinese.

"Qiang Huan, an exchange student of Chinese descent who disappeared in the Hogsmeade incident a few days ago, has been confirmed to have been kidnapped. His relatives arrived in England yesterday..." While reading, Voldemort pointed at the two photos on the front page of the newspaper. One is from Qiang Huan, and the other is from the current Minister James Porter who is receiving several Chinese people.

Qiang Huan took a closer look, and it wasn't his father, his master or uncle.

"What do you want?" Qiang Huan finally couldn't hold back seeing the photos of his relatives.Voldemort's series of actions, even if he is a fool, he should know that this person's purpose is actually his family...

Voldemort likes smart children, so he has always been tolerant of Qiang Huan.It now appears that his tolerance has not been in vain.

"I think, you should be very clear about it." He had already checked out the identities and backgrounds of several exchange students. Among them, Qiang Huan was the most suitable person. Of course, he was also the most unsuitable person.

To say it is suitable, one is because of Qiang Huan's status in his family.Unlike several other exchange students who were either just members of the organization, or just an outstanding junior with a lower rank in the clan, Qiang Huan's father was the designated heir of the family.And Qiang Huan was his father's only son.Secondly, the hidden strength of the Qiang Huan family is also the largest and unpredictable among the great forces that came this time. In comparison, Voldemort is of course more willing to cooperate with such a force.

And it is not suitable because of the nationality of this force.That country Voldemort had dealt with several times, and the experience it brought was not pleasant.

However, the question of suitability was thrown out of the blue after Voldemort saw Qiang Huan.

In fact, the purpose of Voldemort's going to Hogsmeade that day was not for these exchange students. He did have something to do, and Hogwarts' monthly vacation would give him enough cover.

It's just that he didn't expect that he ran into Qiang Huan after going around. After chatting with him, Voldemort went to see some other exchange students.Then, just do it.

Of course, he actually wanted to catch them all at once, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up this idea.

Creating divisions within the enemy has always been his favorite method.

"I'm not as important as you imagined." After understanding Voldemort's thoughts, Qiang Huan calmed down instead.It's just... my heart inevitably sank.

Can he still know the temper of those old guys at home?No matter how much his father loves him, in this matter, I'm afraid...

Noticing Qiang Huan's sudden change, Voldemort tapped lightly with his finger on the newspaper photo of a minister receiving foreign guests, "Really?"

Qiang Huan didn't answer.

"Then we'll wait and see." After speaking, Voldemort stood up, put the newspaper in Qiang Huan's arms, and then turned and left the room.Qiang Huan obviously didn't expect Voldemort to leave so simply, he was still a little dazed for a while, until a muffled sound sounded, Qiang Huan was sure that finally he was the only one left in this room.

However, the mood now is slightly different from that of an hour ago.

He had thought that the Death Eaters who kidnapped him were just for the purpose of undermining the Ministry of Magic's diplomacy with other countries, and the kidnappers hadn't done anything to him, so although he was also afraid, there was still some hope in his heart.But now...

Qiang Huan stretched out his trembling hand and picked up the Daily Prophet.

Maybe……

With a bitter smile on his lips, Qiang Huan stroked the smooth surface of the newspaper with his hand, looked up at the elegant lake view outside the window in misty rain, and sighed faintly.

Sirius was very busy.Counting it, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights.It's just that he really can't do without the current situation, so he can only cheer up and squat in the office to deal with the pile of complicated documents.

Here, 60.00% are missing persons reports...

The Hogsmeade incident was a signal signal. Since then, the Death Eaters who had been hiding in the dark seemed to be unshackled and began to act aggressively.This also led to him receiving reports of missing people almost every day.

Rubbing his forehead, Sirius picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, before continuing to bury his head in the documents.What he has to do now is to finish this pile of things as soon as possible, and then go to have a good sleep!

"Duh! Duh! Duh!" At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." Sirius said without looking up, God knows, he wouldn't even open his mouth if he could.

"Director," it was Tonks who came, but the girl didn't have the usual escape, and quietly glanced at the haggard man behind the desk with her big eyes, "That...Minister Porter asked you to go to his office .”

"...that kid..." Tonks' words made Sirius bite his molars, but no matter how resentful he was, he still threw the quill away, got up and walked out of the office.

Rushing to James' office at the fastest speed, Sirius kicked the door open, and the loud noise successfully attracted everyone's attention in the office.

"This is the...quality of Ministry of Magic officials?" A cold voice came from the side of the sofa.Sirius looked up, his heart skipped a beat.

"Sev..."

The author has something to say: Aww, I saw a message saying that today is the 2nd anniversary...what's in it...cough cough...squeeze out all the time and only update one chapter, everyone will be down~ (pretending to be cute)

PS: The computer in the Internet cafe makes me angry... the sadness of not being connected to the Internet!