Adventures of the Prince of HP

Alan fell ill again, with a persistent high fever. Maybe people in good health are always like this. Once they get sick, they will stay sick for a long time.He was groggy all day long and drank a lot of potions, but his health was not getting better.Even though he was sick and didn't have the mind to take care of himself, every time he came out of the room, he was in a neat suit and elegant gentleman.

There were more Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor, and the sky seemed to be dark all the time. Every time he went out, he would meet a large group of Death Eaters, but they would all salute him respectfully, without daring to look at him, except for one woman. —Bellatrix Lestrange.

She always looked at Alan with crazy hatred, but Alan was too weak to bother with her, but when Voldemort found him, he obediently hugged him and leaned in his arms. At this time, this crazy woman would be extraordinarily angry, and soon a Death Eater would hold her back, whispering advice.

After Alan finished writing a letter, Voldemort hugged him from behind, let the weak Alan lean into his arms, helped him fold and seal the letter, and let Tita bite and fly out.

Even though he only had one glance, Voldemort could see the content clearly: My son is in good health, and there are many tricks for the three meals, don't worry about the father.He looked down at Allen, who was leaning against his arms and became sluggish again, and leaned over to bite those lips.

Alan's eyes were a little hazy, and he said softly, "Brother... I don't like this place."

"Huh?" Voldemort caressed his cheek, wearing an ugly big gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand, "Then let's change the manor?"

"What about brother's subordinates?" Allen asked in a daze.

"Come with us." Voldemort put his arms around his waist and patted him lightly. "Come with us. We'll use that manor as our headquarters, shall we?"

Allen nodded, and gently raised his hand to grab Voldemort's skirt, with almost no strength, his breathing was hot, "Okay."

Voldemort frowned worriedly. Alan had been ill for a week, and he could be discharged from the hospital before the holiday, but he fell ill again. He also wondered if it was because Alan was tired of staying in Malfoy Manor and failed to make the children happy. The relocation of the Death Eaters headquarters is also considered, and it is considered acceptable for Allen to propose it today.

The Death Eaters were very efficient and quickly finished all the work. After that, Voldemort dressed Allen, put a wizard robe on it, and gently carried him into the car.The Death Eaters were all amazed at how much their master attached importance to His Highness, and they had to follow him personally, and even moved the headquarters.

Lucius was a little uneasy, and suddenly moved to the headquarters. Did he not trust himself, or was he thinking about the broken prophecy ball, or was he still keeping records in his diary?But Draco knew the reason, because he said that night that he wanted Alan to stay away from him, and he was trembling when he didn't want to go back to his home... So Alan did it, even though he himself still had a high fever...

Draco lowered his eyes, his eyes were a little red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Allen lives in the master bedroom on the fourth floor. Voldemort feeds him every day, coaxes him to drink medicine, relaxes with him in the garden, and puts him to sleep. Sometimes he feels like it's Tom in a trance. After three days like this , Allen's mental state really improved a lot, which made the Dark Lord more sure that it was Malfoy Manor's fault, and he felt that he made the right decision to move the headquarters here.

Allen forced himself to recover slowly, not only because he wanted to prove the previous reason, but also because he hadn't heard from the Muggle world for a long time. If he remained ill, he would always be under the strict care of Voldemort. No chance to ask Nicklaus.

A few days later, he wrote a letter to Edward as agreed and asked Tita to deliver it. He was already much better, in good spirits, with a smile on his face, and his appetite improved a lot, which made Voldemort feel relieved. , the coming is not as close as before.

As soon as the Dark Lord left, Allen raised his hand and cast a silencing spell, and pressed the saint's ring. Nicklaus' voice came, "Master?"

Allen said quickly, "It's me, the Death Eater headquarters has moved, do you know?"

"Yes, we are hiding in a town not far from the manor, and there is positioning magic on your ring."

Allen was half relieved, and then asked, "Is there any movement in the Muggle world recently?"

Nicklaus seemed to be hesitating, he said, "A week ago, the Millennium Bridge collapsed and was neatly broken into two pieces from the middle. More than a dozen cars were wrecked and are still being salvaged; a hurricane broke out in the west and swept through many farms. And towns, dead and wounded... the numbers were high; especially since the dementors had defected en masse from Azkaban, and the Muggle world was chilling..."

Allen accidentally broke the porcelain plate, and heard Nicklaus' cautious voice, "Master? Are you okay?"

Allen stared blankly at the tiles on the floor, "...fortunately... that's it for now." He turned off the communication, sat in the armchair a little sluggishly, after a long while, he withdrew the silencing spell, and called the house-elf Come in and clean up.

Voldemort came over quickly again, he hugged Alan from behind, seemed very worried, "Are you okay, Alan? The Dark Lord heard from the house elf that you broke a porcelain plate," he checked Alan. Lun's finger, "Isn't it scratched?"

Allen looked at this gentle devil, and suddenly found it very funny. It was he who broke his lips and neck and refused to let the treatment cause inflammation. His long-term monitoring and heavy pressure caused him to have a nervous breakdown and a high fever... but now he is nervous, did he get his fingers slipped by broken porcelain? !

He pulled out his fingers suddenly, lowered his eyes, and immediately grasped the devil's hand again after reacting, "It's okay...brother, nothing happened to the Muggle world recently, right? You promised me."

Voldemort paused and smiled, "Of course not, the Dark Lord always obeys his word, doesn't he?"

Allen twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty and did not speak. After a while, he changed the subject, "Brother, that witch named Bella is always staring at me viciously. Did I do something wrong?"

His dark red eyes sank, he pressed Alan into his arms, and comforted him, "No, Alan ignores her, the Dark Lord will take care of it."

Allen nodded slightly, and suddenly said, "Is there really nothing wrong with the Muggle world? Why did my double pupil see a bridge collapse and a hurricane..."

Voldemort looked at him for a while, "...really not."

The devil gently opened his teeth and sucked slowly and gently. Allen's heartbeat continued to speed up. The kissed man's eyes became blurred. The man left his lips, and his slightly cold hand moved down. Go, get caught by Alan.

Allen panted, "I'm sorry brother...my illness is just right, can you allow me to recuperate for a few more days?"

Voldemort looked at him for a while, chuckled and pulled his hand out of his shirt, "Of course, the Dark Lord has enough patience with Alan."

Allen looked at him, swallowed, "...Thank you brother."