Adventures of the Prince of HP

No one knew the panic in his heart at that moment, and no one could describe the feeling, as if his heart had been dug out, and the bloody intestines were attached. That look hurt him more than this. Any kind of torture or any kind of magic in the world is great, and it instantly turned his world upside down.

He had a premonition - if he didn't do something, the little golden retriever would leave his side and stand against him, destroying everything he brought to him.

No one saw the panic in the dark red eyes, because none of them dared to look up, and only heard the familiar voice order after a long while, "Stand back."

Voldemort sank his eyes, and went to Allen's room step by step.He admits that this little golden retriever has become his weakness; he admits that this little golden retriever can easily disturb his mind; he admits that the truth of the panic that spreads from his heart to his limbs...

All this made him make a decision - he couldn't let this little golden retriever leave, he would do whatever it took to keep him!Oh, of course, the Dark Lord is never unscrupulous.

His eyes were getting darker, his aura was getting more and more dangerous, but his heart was getting more and more flustered, just like the panic he felt when he was first adopted and sent back to the orphanage more than 60 years ago.He thought he had already forgotten that the Dark Lord had overwhelmed the world, but he didn't expect that sense of panic was still engraved in his bones.

He stood at Ellen's doorway, waved his wand, and the door swung open.

The little golden retriever was sitting in the armchair, and the little guy was still there... He breathed a sigh of relief, but Allen turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were colder than ice, and his heart was stronger than he was attached to the Albanian forest The heart is still cold when the mouse is caught in the body of the snake and eaten.

Can't go on like this...

How could he forget the way this little golden retriever looked at him smiling and blushing at him...

No, the first priority now is to keep Alan. If you stay by his side for a long time, you will always return to the way it was before...

Voldemort showed a perfect smile. He knew that Allen had no resistance to his skin, and he smiled, "Allen is angry?"

Allen didn't answer.

Voldemort didn't seem to care either, walking towards Allen, he reached out to touch Allen's hair, and was avoided.The voice was as cold as ice, "It is a great disrespect to touch members of the royal family without permission."

Voldemort paused, his smile disappeared, and his dark red eyes narrowed dangerously, "Alan, don't make trouble."

"Oh." Allen's lips moved slightly, revealing an extremely subtle sarcasm, "No? Your Highness the Dark Lord, the deal between you and me is - I obey, and you will not harm the lives of Muggles and Muggles. In the first grade, I will protect you without reporting it. In the second grade, I will hide the diary. In the fourth grade, I will find you and tell you that Harry Potter is a Horcrux, lest you hurt yourself and help you resurrect. After that, you hurt me violently, oppressed me with force, and let a large group of people monitor me, but I also endured it.

"... Then, my only request, have you fulfilled it?"

His dark red eyes became darker, and he spat out a word dangerously, "Deal?"

Allen looked at him without hesitation, his eyes were painful, "I am the crown prince, and I tolerate your humiliation and abuse, and naturally it comes from the heart, but since you don't care, why should I continue to humiliate myself?" He paused, almost out of breath from the pain, "My people have lost countless lives and injuries, and it's all my fault... I shouldn't have saved you at all."

Voldemort smiled softly, the smile blooming on his peerless face, captivating, he nodded, "Very good!"

He grabbed Alan, pulled Alan aside, and threw him on the bed to bully him. He squeezed Alan's neck brutally, plundering Alan's breath frantically with his lips and tongue. Tore Allen's clothes, and threw the Millennium Wand aside, followed by a binding spell.

Allen's hands and feet were chained and he was powerless to resist. The air gradually disappeared, and the smell of blood came from his heart. The devil's kiss took away his already difficult breathing. Good body continued to abuse, Alan was out of breath, physical pain and mental pain came at the same time——

Tens of thousands of people died, Tom's consciousness, the future of the wizarding world, and even himself... He used so many treasures to bet that a devil has a heart... and he failed miserably.

I don't know how long this painful day lasted. Allen's consciousness has been completely sluggish. Every time he comes back, or the two of them touch each other, Allen's body will tremble uncontrollably...

Having not slept for a long time, his mental breakdown and physical limit reached at the same time, Allen passed out completely, and all types of potions were poured over, to no avail.

Voldemort finally panicked. He carefully stroked Alan's side face, and whispered cautiously and panickedly, "Alan? Alan?" He walked around the room in a daze, and suddenly sat on the side of the bed, " Alan, if you don't wake up, that Muggle professor will be killed by me..."

no respond.

His voice trembled, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to slaughter Muggles..."

no respond.

He whispered a lot of things in Alan's ear, from their first meeting in the Forbidden Forest in the first grade to the way Alan was forced to bear him, Alan didn't respond at all.

It seemed that the double pupils would never open.

Voldemort got up and hurriedly untied the iron chains on Allen's limbs, only to realize that the blood had not circulated for a long time, Allen's hands were already purple, and his legs seemed to be unable to bend anymore, stiff and rigid.

In a panic, he carried Alan to the bathroom, gently washed the body of the person in his arms, put on clothes one by one, and then left the room full of sexual traces and supplies that he couldn't bear to look at, and put Allen carried him to his own room and summoned Snape, the most powerful potions master in the Death Eaters team.

The moment Snape saw Alan's appearance, Occlumency almost failed, but he still maintained his composure, and crouched beside the bed to give Alan a diagnosis and treatment. He waved his wand to check Alan's physical condition, and the result was bright. There was a red light, from the spirit to the body, to the limit.

He paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head and said to the Dark Lord, "Master, I suggest sending him directly to St. Mungo's Hospital."

Voldemort paused, he carefully supported Allen in his arms, his hands were trembling, "Is there nothing you can do, Severus? You are the potion master most trusted by the Dark Lord."

Snape was anxious. As far as Alan was concerned, other ailments might develop a second later. However, he still had to maintain a calm tone, but he spoke a lot faster, "Master, Your Highness's body has already passed. It's completely reached the limit, if you don't send St. Mungo for professional treatment at this time, I'm afraid it will be too late."

That's too late……

What does too late mean?

Voldemort felt that the world seemed to be shaking, and his thinking was a little sluggish. He took a deep breath, "What will happen to him if he doesn't send it?"

Snape paused, "Dead."

As soon as the words fell, Voldemort immediately hugged Alan horizontally, left a sentence, "Follow me," and disappeared in place.

Snape didn't waste any time, and immediately left the manor to apparate to St. Mungo's, where he found Voldemort, who was almost out of his wits, and a group of terrified nurses outside the critical care room.

Snape didn't pay much attention to Voldemort, he was afraid that he would not be able to maintain his sanity as a double agent. What did this devil do to Allen? !Alan is such a good boy, how could the Dark Lord bear such a heavy hand!

He asked the nurse who had just come out of the emergency room about the situation. Compared with the Dark Lord, the professor of Potions who was not sociable was a suitable candidate.

It has been five years since the nurse graduated, but she is still deeply sensitive to his venom, not to mention there is a Dark Lord standing next to her, she said tremblingly, "Professor, I'm afraid...you have to be mentally prepared..." She saw the Dark Lord looking over instantly With dark red eyes, he stammered and added, "The patient... is still young, so he shouldn't have had sex in the first place, let alone this intensity... and he hasn't eaten or cleaned up yet... To be honest, he doesn't have sex now. Crazy is not dead..." Her voice disappeared.

But the two people present knew what she wanted to say, and it was normal to be treated like this.

Sex... Is the Dark Lord crazy?Snape could barely hold back his wand.

The Dark Lord exuded a dangerous and despondent aura all over his body, his body was shaking a little, and he asked in an unsteady voice, "Can you still live?"

"...the patient...the will to survive is weak...if there is someone he cares about, maybe..."

Voldemort's mind is full of weak will to survive now, but Snape reacted, "The person he cares about most is his father! The Muggle King!"

That's right, when he was studying potions class back then, he once asked Alan why he insisted on squeezing slugs even though he couldn't stand them. The little guy smiled very proudly, "Because my father, he is the king of the world. The person who loves me the most in the world, but the standard is a little stricter, if I don't do well, he will be unhappy."

Voldemort nodded in a daze, "I'll ask him."

Snape was a little skeptical, "You won't irritate Allen...Your Highness?"

Voldemort paused, and he was also afraid that he would be too anxious to kill a few Muggles blocking the way, which would make Allen even more desperate, so he said, "The Dark Lord will take you there, and you will negotiate!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the two landed outside Buckingham Palace. The guards tried to intercept him, but Snape spoke in a commanding manner, "Something happened to your crown prince, where is the king?!"

The guard was angry, "His Royal Highness is still in school and in good health, why are you cursing people!"

Snape waved him away and strode in, bumping into the butler head-on, he said, "Something happened to Alan, where is the king! I am Alan's teacher! Severus Snape!"

The butler had heard of this name before. He was the one who sent research manuscripts to His Highness the Crown Prince every Christmas. He hurriedly invited people inside, but Snape directly asked the location of Edward's study. The butler quickly said, "The room in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor !"

Snape pulled the butler away, apparated into the study with Voldemort, kicked open the door of the study, and saw Edward who was somewhat angry in astonishment, and spoke quickly, "Is it the Muggle king? Something happened to Ellen ! His life is dying, you might be able to give him a hand in the past!"

Edward was stunned, and immediately realized, "What did that Voldemort do to Allen?" He paused, "Let's go immediately."

Edward went into the emergency room when he arrived at the hospital. He looked at the horrific Allen and was furious. He wished he could go out and kill Voldemort immediately, but at this moment he took a deep breath, gently held Allen's hand, and kept calling softly, "Alan, my father is here, Alan, get up and look at my father... Do you still remember that when you were young, you once wanted to catch a butterfly, but the butterfly flew away, and you suddenly stretched out your hand, and the bird The butterfly flew over by itself..."

He kept talking about his childhood in Alan's ears, and even told Alan how he met Alexia. The doctor over there happily told him that there was a turning point, and Edward held Alan's hand , and continued talking, the doctor over there cast healing magic and slowly recovered Allen's body...

A day and eight hours later, Alan was pushed out. Edward tirelessly accompanied Alan and entered the intensive care unit. Because Alan was in a special situation, although he was almost unconscious, as long as Edward left him, he would Feeling anxious about grabbing something, the hospital had to allow Edward to stay with Allen in the intensive care unit.

Voldemort looked at the unconscious Allen through the bars, and listened to Edward's hoarse voice continue to tell the story, his eyes were sore, he said hoarsely, "Send all the Death Eaters over here, protect this place, something happened ...No, absolutely nothing is allowed!" He paused, "Don't call Bella here."

Snape nodded and went out to make arrangements.