[hp] Dragon Training

【Lestrange Partial Manor】

The twilight of the morning is selflessly scattered in this Death Eater's manor, the newly blooming white roses in the garden are covered with fresh dew, and as soon as the morning wind blows, the fragrance of the grass and trees brings a vaguely holy breath to make the new day It came so beautifully.

However, the largest guest room in the depths of Lestrange's house was extremely dark at this time, and the heavy black velvet curtains completely blocked the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, even though the sun had risen at 06:30 in the morning Can't fall into this room.In the center of the room was a large bed surrounded by black gauze curtains. The dark silk sheets had expensive embroidered patterns, while the quilt in the center of the silk bed was bulging, as if it was tightly covering a person.Only a little black satin-like hair was exposed on the outside of the person, and it was almost impossible to see in the darkness.

The person on the bed didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly (1). After moving, he stretched out his hand impatiently and grabbed a handful of hair.That hand was really too white, like a flash of light in an extremely dark environment, so shockingly white and so abrupt.After a while, the man seemed to be unable to fall asleep, and the slender and white hand lifted the quilt, and the thin silk quilt immediately slipped away from him.

The man under the quilt was actually not wearing anything. His skin was as white as fresh snow, and there were beautiful and firm muscles. Every inch of his texture was extremely delicate. One more would be too strong, and one less would be too thin. Like a sharp blade wrapped in white silk.His whole body is only black and white, his sturdy legs are extremely slender, and a certain huge part is dormant quietly between the black hairs.And the man's face is the kind of existence that only exists in fairy tales, like the handsome and peerless tourist born of mixed blood with gods, who has always traveled thousands of mountains and rivers in the world, and everyone will admire his beauty Subdued, immersed in his mysterious and rare breath and appearance.

Tom Riddle frowned, and walked out of the bed barefoot, his white jade-like ankles stepped on the carpet, and there was a beauty like a lotus blooming in a black lake.He took out the clothes from the closet in the room, quickly put on the underwear, and buttoned every button of the silk shirt. The belt outlined the thin waistline very attractively, and the straight pants traced the shape of the slender legs.He stared at himself in the full-length mirror in a daze. After decades, the young man with black hair and black eyes stood in the mirror again.But he also felt that that person was too strange, especially those eyes, which always carried some inexplicable sadness and deepness.

He didn't sleep well last night. He didn't sleep well when he was in Snakeface. He always felt very irritable and difficult to sleep, and his spirit was fragile and irritable to the extreme.But in fact, before his soul was complete, Riddle was very lethargic. Sometimes he would plunge into the cauldron while concocting potions, and then be dragged out by his frantic subordinates.Last night's dream was fragmented, and he couldn't remember what he dreamed about, which ones were memories and which ones were hallucinations. "Perhaps... is it because the soul is still incomplete?" An elegant cello-like voice slowly sounded in the room.

Riddle smiled, lowering his black eyes, not knowing who he was mocking.He walked out of the room as if he wanted to get some air. He had other arrangements and plans today, but he was not in a hurry. He hadn't had such a peaceful and leisurely mind for a long time. He wanted to feel the cool breath and warm sunshine in the morning. It's like walking in the desert who is about to die of thirst and desperately needs a sip of clear water.

Riddle walked like a silent black cat, looking extremely elegant as if he was born this way, he walked down the stairs slowly, and wanted to go out to see the white roses in the yard, but was attracted by a dark grand piano in the corner attention.

Rosdorf Lestrange was awakened by the sound of the piano, which sounded like a prayer in a church in his dream, and he followed the sound all the way until he woke up.Rosdorf froze for a moment when he heard the piano playing at home, jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the room, but was stunned when he saw the scene in the living room.

After the song was over, Riddle's slender fingers stroked the piano cover, and he suddenly smiled: "There's too much dust, Luo." Sure enough, his jade-like fingertips were stained with a little green dust.

Standing upstairs, Rosdorf suddenly felt a little ashamed watching this scene, he was actually a little embarrassed: "This is just for decoration, master."

This is Lestrange's partial house, and the owner doesn't come to live here a few times throughout the year, only two house elves are left to clean it.But now they are escaped prisoners, of course they can't justifiably live in the main house, so they can only choose such a remote house.Riddle used to have his own main house and property, which was almost like a palace.But last night the Dark Lord came uninvited and told them that they needed to stay for the night, and the Lestranges could only vacate the best room to entertain him in a panic.

"It's a pity." Riddle said softly, looking down at the keys.

Rothdorf was stunned for several seconds, and said with some hesitation: "Master... Excuse me, I have followed you for many years, but I don't know when you started to play the piano?" (2)

"I don't know." Riddle didn't seem to care too much, his voice was a little lazy when he got up early, "I just want to touch it suddenly, because it feels familiar. By the way, Luo, where is Bella?"

"My wife is still sleeping, master." Rosdorf replied hurriedly with his head bowed, as if he was afraid that he would be unhappy.

Unexpectedly, Riddle just smiled casually: "Let her go, she always likes to sleep more."

Rothdorf's heart sank. He didn't know when Voldemort, who always looked down on human life, knew about Bellatrix's habit of sleeping in the morning, but he didn't dare to ask, as if he was afraid that if he asked, he would bring up something wrong. something to say.

"Since Bella hasn't gotten up, there's no need to rush, let's go out again after lunch." Riddle said slowly, his fingers naturally slid across a scale on the piano as if he was used to it, falling in the early morning twilight and the smell of grass and trees It's like the voice of prayer in a church, but it's a person whose sins come from the deepest part of darkness.He closed the piano cover, and the dust on the piano disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if expelled by an invisible force, and the entire old piano was repaired to perfection by exquisite magic.

Rosdorf's heart trembled, and he didn't know why he was more afraid of the Dark Lord than before.He bent down and said sincerely, "Yes, my master."

……

Riddle and Rothdorf came to Diagon Alley through Apparition. Both of them were mature wizards, and one was the most terrifying existence in the wizarding world. They were naturally very familiar with Apparition.After arriving at Diagon Alley, Rossdorf was fine, but Riddle was slightly surprised by the sight in front of him.

Riddle looked at the scene of people coming and going on the street. Many children in different costumes were scurrying up and down the street. Every familiar old shop was decorated in a strange and weird way, and various types of pumpkin lanterns were placed on display. Put it all over the place.

Riddle's black eyes were a little strange: "This is?"

"Master, today is Halloween."

Riddle was stunned suddenly, he felt as if he hadn't had this big festival for wizards in 1 years, and then he smiled slightly, his eyes were so dark that there were no waves, but because of this smile, it was so vivid and gorgeous that it took one's breath away: "I forgot."

Rothdorf was about to follow his orders, but when he was about to bow to him, Riddle stopped him with one hand. He only used less than [-]% of his strength to make the big man unable to move: "Forget it outside, you first Leave me alone, go to Gringotts and get the stuff out."

"Yes."

"Let's take a trip to Tundu Alley on the way, and wait for me there after shopping."

"Yes." Rosdorf said, but after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. "And you, master?"

"I'm walking on the street." Riddle glanced at him lightly. "Today is Halloween, Luo."

After seeing off Rosdorf with a strange and preoccupied face, Riddle walked through Diagon Alley alone.

In fact, he is not a person who likes to go shopping. He would rather sleep more when his soul is healthy, but he has a friend and subordinate who is as shiny as a peacock. Brands come and go, the most terrifying Dark Lord of this century knows the distribution of clothing stores best in Diagon Alley.

He thought it was a little funny, but since he was here, he planned to take a look.But things went against people's wishes, those time-honored stores that Abraxas highly respected back then, because the owner died and no one inherited them, they had already been forced to close down.

"...Yeah, after all these years, it's just a few small shops, how could they still be there." Riddle stood there, looking at the exaggeratedly decorated storefront of the replaced Weasley's prank toy store, with dark eyes I can't see the emotion clearly.Suddenly there was a faint anger in his heart, and a desire to burn and destroy everything arose.He said to himself: he can do it, the yew wood phoenix wand is in his hand, with just a wave, all the lives of all the people on this street can be easily harvested, he can do it, as long as he wants, the mud Kind of... these half-breeds... these noisy idiots... all of a sudden...

"Trickortreat! Trickortreat~!" A little girl with pale blond hair was wearing a wizard hat decorated with rabbit ears, leading a small pumpkin-shaped basket, reaching out and grabbing Riddle.

The Lord Dark Lord was suddenly thrown into his arms by the little girl, he was a little surprised but subconsciously hugged the little girl, the movement of hugging a child was so skillful as if he had done it many times.

The little girl had cute stars painted on her face, and she was very beautiful, with long soft golden hair tied into twin tails, lips like cherries, and blue eyes like the petals of cornflowers.The little girl looked up at him, smiled and said, "Trick or treat!"

Riddle stayed on her pale golden hair for a few seconds, looking at her blue eyes in a daze, for some reason, the burning evil thoughts in his heart suddenly dissipated, and an unknown sore place in his chest suddenly softened down.The voice of the evil Dark Lord was so gentle: "But I don't have any sugar, what should I do?"

The little girl was a little surprised: "Why don't you have any sugar? It's Halloween, and many people will make trouble for you!"

"That's really distressing." Riddle brushed the ends of her pale golden ponytail, his dark eyes were as deep as a night without twilight, and the expression on his face was even more empty.

The little girl looked at him with puffed cheeks, and suddenly smiled brightly. She grabbed a handful of candy from her small pumpkin basket and stuffed it into his palm: "Poor uncle, no one gave you candy on Halloween. Then I will give you candy." Get some! When someone asks you for candy, just give it to him, so that no one will make you distress~"

Riddle looked at her quietly, the yew wood wand was as cold as iron on the cuff of his suit, and finally he just smiled slightly: "Thank you."

The little girl's mother seemed to have finally found her. The mother just said a few more words to the clerk before disappearing, scaring her into a cold sweat.Finally, when I found her on the corner of the street, I found that she was talking to a strange man. The mother immediately ran over to hold her daughter, but when she was about to question her, she was so shocked by the man's face that she couldn't speak.

"You... who are you?"

grim Reaper.

Riddle glanced at the woman with no emotion in his eyes.

Rothdorf waited for a long time in the dump alley before he found the person he was waiting for. Riddle walked silently and appeared at the entrance of the alley almost leisurely.Mr. Lestrange greeted him with a long breath: "Master."

"Ro, what are you nervous about?"

"No...of course I don't need to be nervous about you. Just wondering if you're having fun on the street?" No murder or arson?A few mudbloods without Avada?Why don't you take me with you if you have one?

"It's okay." Riddle thought for a while, smiled, raised his hand and gestured on his waist, "I met a little girl who was this tall, about six or seven years old, who looked like Ceci My son was about the same age as Cecil, and she was as cute as Cecil. She gave me a handful of candy to keep me from being bullied."

Rosdorf laughed, mocking the girl's ignorance: "Is she dead then? Master."

Riddle smiled and did not answer. His smile was as deep as a lake: "Have you got the things in Gringotts?"

"Yes, master." Rothdorf took out a cloth bag and opened it. In the dark alley, the golden light inside the cloth bag actually illuminated several inches of darkness.

Riddle looked at Hufflepuff's golden cup and pondered for a while, and finally reached out and found no cup, but covered the cup again with a corner of cloth: "I gave it to Bellatrix, don't you?" It can be used without authorization. When I go back, I will give it to her for safekeeping, and maybe one day I will choose to take it back."

"Yes."

"Is there anything else?"

Rothdorf understood, and took out an object wrapped in parchment from his side, which seemed to be extremely light, without any weight in his hand.

After receiving it, Riddle showed a satisfied expression on his face. He walked a few steps to the door of the Bokin Burke store, as if thinking of something, he turned around and said, "You can go back, Luo. Your mission ends here."

"But... but master!" Rothdorf suddenly realized something, "Are you going to go to the enemy camp alone? It's too dangerous, you should call Death Eaters and then..."

Riddle walked into the store, he opened an old cabinet at the door, and frowned a little in the face of the dust puffing out: "No, Dumbledore is not dead yet, there is no rush to summon the Death Eaters, besides, I It wasn't for war."

"I was looking for something."

The author has something to say: (1)

Riddle, why are you restless?

Because you sleep naked ==

How could an obedient baby like Regulus be such a boring guy like you.

It is definitely not used to sleeping with his body

(2)

Riddle of course can't play the piano

Will be Regulus

The younger brother is dead, but the physical memory is still there.

As for Regulus being able to play the piano... this should be for sure, because in Ha Qi, Ron and Hermione are in Black's old house, and Hermione teaches Ron to play "To Alice".

there is a grand piano

Sirius' personality doesn't look like someone who is willing to sit down and play the piano...

So it should be my brother!

Riddle was destroyed two soul pieces have realized the disadvantages of soul magic, it is impossible to put the soul piece everywhere.

The safest place is around him

But because of occupying the body of my younger brother, I have a kind of love and trust in my cousin Bella that comes from blood and family instinct, so I still take the cup back to Aunt Bella~

#Dark Lord Who Exudes Gay Breath#