Adventures of the Prince of HP

Voldemort could hardly stand still. He didn't care about Edward's words at all. He just asked Nicklaus in a low voice, "I... just want to see him. Is he okay?"

Nicklaus repeated, "My cousin said, let you go!"

Voldemort's face paled to the extreme, "Is he... all right?"

Nicklaus was full of anger, and couldn't help sneering when he heard the words, "Don't you know what you did? Are you qualified to ask about the young master? I don't think about you while Lord Grindelwald is free, I advise you Roll as far as you want!" He ignored the crumbling second-generation Dark Lord, turned around and returned to the castle, he still had matters to deal with, the Ministry of Magic from all over the world sent letters asking about the situation of the saints, he had no time to pay attention to this beastly man thing.

Edward listened to Nicklaus' report with a blank expression, "Understood, thank you." He coaxed the drowsy Allen to drink the medicine prescribed by the therapist here, and wiped Allen's face worriedly. Mouth.

Grindelwald came to sit in Allen's room for a while every day and asked about Allen's situation. He became busy again, dealing with the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and had to take time to appease the old lover who refused to leave.

Voldemort was sitting under the stele at the entrance. His face was paler than the granite of the stele. He would ask the saints to report and ask them about Alan's situation every day, but under the order of Nicklaus, no one ignored him.

After half a month like this, he was still there, and the cold wind in the mountains was biting, so he just endured it, relying on the memories in the diary to survive day after day.

Every second feels like a year to him.

The appearance of Alan kissing him under the aurora reappeared in front of his eyes, and Alan's extremely embarrassing low-pitched love words rang in his ears, and suddenly he changed into Alan's indifferent look, and suddenly there was a desperate look in his eyes... ...his heart is being twisted to pieces...he just wants to see Allen now, just to see how he is recovering...

Allen must hate himself...

As soon as this thought came out, he fell into despair. The little guy hated himself to the core. Yes, Alan was a noble man since he was a child. No one must have said dirty words in front of him...but he bullied him like that...

He should leave, but he doesn't want to leave, he is still selfish after all, if he doesn't look at Alan, he will die with regret.

Nicklaus came to deliver the medicine as usual, he looked at Edward, frowned and said, "Cousin, Voldemort still refuses to leave."

Edward sneered angrily, "If he refuses to leave, does he want to die?"

Nicklaus looked at Allen with worry in his eyes, "The young master just woke up in the past half a month, and then fell asleep again, and the high fever didn't go away. What is it..."

Edward was silent. He lightly stroked the back of Alan's hand, and was heartbroken when he saw that the bruise on it couldn't go away. He said softly, "Alan will get better."

After a moment he repeated, "It's going to be okay."

In the evening, Edward was dragged out to dinner by Grindelwald, and he was lectured, but he was not annoyed, "Thank you cousin for your concern, Alan is like this, how can I eat?"

"Let's eat some." Dumbledore persuaded, "Alan will worry about you too."

Edward was silent for a while, trying to stuff something into his mouth.

In the room with the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight shone on Allen's side cheeks, making him as gentle as an angel. The angel opened his eyes in a daze, and whispered in a grandma's voice, "Father..." He looked at him in confusion In this room, the slight headache and slightly scorching skin made him frowned slightly uncomfortable, as if he had reacted belatedly, he seemed to have been to this place before.

When he moved, the pain from his body made him hum uncomfortably, and he was very soft, and he shouted, "Father...Father..."

No one answered, his eyes were red with grievances, he raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away the tears, moved his body and walked towards the door, he opened the door and shouted, "Father..."

Edward gave a sudden pause. He threw away the knife and fork and ran upstairs. He quickly picked up Alan who was struggling to walk against the wall, "Alan, baby? Are you awake?"

Allen buried his head in Edward's neck, crying softly, "Father...my son hurts...it hurts...everywhere..."

Edward was shocked by Alan's acting like a baby. Alan was in a three-year-old state at all. His heart panicked instantly, he patted Alan hesitantly, carried Alan back to the room, put him on the bed, and looked at Alan Subconsciously curled up, and asked carefully, "Alan, do you still remember what happened?"

Alan's double pupils washed by tears were extremely clear. Hearing this, he tilted his head, pulled the bruises on his neck, and tears fell again, "Did my son fall... woo...why did Sister Triss fall?" Don't hug Allen..."

Edward was unsteady and almost fell to the ground. His hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. He hurriedly turned his head to force back the tears, turned his head and smiled comfortingly, with a trembling voice, "It's all Triss' fault, father The king turned around and beat her."

Allen wiped his eyes and responded softly.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Nicklaus who followed were all stunned. This is not Alan's normal state, as long as anyone who has been with Alan knows...

Allen raised his hand and pouted his mouth in pain, "Hold me, father."

"Okay," Edward hugged Alan with difficulty at a loss, and patted him gently.

Allen probably had enough sleep, his eyes were bright, but he kept frowning slightly in pain. He held Edward's finger and rubbed it against the man's palm, "Father, where is this?"

"This is... Uncle's house." Edward raised his hand and touched Alan's head, his hands were trembling.

"Uncle?" Alan's eyes lit up, "Does uncle know the queen mother? Is the queen mother here?"

"Uncle..." Edward's voice was rough, "After meeting your mother, your mother was brought up by your uncle, but she...is not with uncle, she is...in heaven, with a group of little angels..."

"Are other little angels better than Alan?" Alan pursed his mouth, and tears flooded his double pupils again, "So the queen mother doesn't want Alan?"

"No," Edward fell powerlessly from the bed and sat on the ground, struggling to maintain his expression, "There is no little angel better than Ellen...the queen mother is just...just too good, the gods like her very much, and took her back to heaven went."

Allen became happy, "Can Allen go to heaven too? Allen is a good baby!"

Edward couldn't bear it anymore, his tears fell straight down, he quickly turned his head, and covered his face with trembling hands.Allen panicked. He tried to sit up and comfort Edward, but he yelled out in pain when he moved, and burst into tears of grievance.

Edward quickly got up and hugged Alan, patting Alan's back with red eyes, "Alan doesn't cry, the pain will be gone soon..." "... Father and King don't cry..." Alan was crying Pulling Edward's coat corner.

Edward swallowed hard, "...Father does not cry."

Allen was tired from crying and fell asleep again.

Edward finally sat down on the ground, trembling all over, his chest was heaving violently, tears flowed out uncontrollably, he had to wipe them away one by one, after a while he got up, looked at the three people at the door, and left the room Closed the door.

There was silence.

Nicklaus couldn't help it anymore, "Cousin, that Voldemort is still at the door, I called him in, we beat him up, the cell on the tenth floor underground is full of torture instruments! Me!"

Grindelwald glanced at him, and Nicklaus fell silent.

Edward was silent for a moment, and returned to his room without saying a word, took out the pistol, magazines and dagger from the box that Nicklaus had brought, equipped them with a blank expression, and strode towards the stone tablet at the gate go.

Voldemort leaned on the stone tablet, and immediately got up when he heard footsteps. It was Edward... He paused, then bent over in a daze, "Your Majesty... Alan..."

With a crisp sound of "pa——", he was caught off guard and slapped to the ground. He was silent for a moment, then slowly got up, "I'm sorry for Alan...is he okay?"

Edward looked at him, took out his pistol expressionlessly, loaded the safety, and shot him in the arm.

The pain came, and the blood flowed down his arm, which was nothing to him, the pain of Horcrux fusion was a thousand times stronger than this, and he could bear it...

"Can I... take a look at Alan?" He humbly begged, "I just take a look at him."

Edward was expressionless, his chest was heaving violently. After a while, he raised his arm to his side and shot one after another to empty the clip. He threw the pistol aside casually and drew out the dagger. Fighting came in handy, he attacked the devil, the knife pierced into the flesh, blood was everywhere, one knife at a time, only cold weapons could vent the anger in his heart.He almost pushed Voldemort to the ground and beat him unilaterally, and stabbed the devil's heart with all his strength, and pulled it out three seconds later.

Blood spattered out, Edward threw the knife aside casually, not caring about the blood on his body, he looked at Voldemort who was unable to get up, and sneered, "Want to see Allen? You're dreaming!"

Voldemort was panting violently. His strong tolerance to pain did not mean that he had a strong tolerance to blood loss. He struggled to get up, his heart ached, but it was not because of Edward's knife, but because of Allen's guilt and guilt. Strong love, he squeezed three words out of his throat, "...I... love him."

Edward was about to go mad with anger, he laughed, "Alan can't bear the Dark Lord's love."

"I can't live without him..." Voldemort was almost suffocated in pain, blood rushed to his brain, his face was flushed, his veins were exposed, his expression was more painful than when Edward pierced his heart, "I can't live..."

"What a pity," Edward said indifferently, "Alan will live a better life without you!"

These words were too lethal, Voldemort's half-supported body fell straight down, blood spread on the bluestone, Edward felt happy, and a little disgusted, Ellen didn't need the love of such a thing, he Indifferently turned and returned to the castle.

Startled by his blood, Dumbledore asked what happened.

Edward stroked his palm to prevent the blood from dripping on the floor, and smiled, "I said, I would cut him." He turned and went back to his room to wash and change his clothes, so as not to scare Alan for a while.

After hesitating for a moment, Dumbledore went to the door and saw Voldemort in a pool of blood. The man's body was full of blood, and his face was ashen and pale.

If Voldemort is dead at this time, and those dark wizards have no leader and no one to rule, the wizarding world will only be more turbulent.And if he is alive, with his current appearance, guilt and love for Allen, he will not disturb the situation, but will try his best to stabilize the wizarding world.

After figuring it out, the old man squatted down, picked up the Elder Wand, and cast a spell. The blood slowly flowed back to Voldemort's body, and the wound healed slowly. He looked at Voldemort with a desperate expression, and he didn't know what it was like. When Ariana died, Will Gellert be like this?He was silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out a memory from his temple, put it in a vial and handed it to the other party, "This is Alan's recent situation..."

The young man's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he sat up with difficulty, took the vial carefully, and said in a rough voice, "Is... is he better?"

"..."

Dumbledore didn't know how to answer, so he said, "You can see for yourself... Besides, I can make a deal with you."

"What?" Voldemort was out of his mind.

"You control the Death Eaters and Dark Wizards and stop making trouble. I will provide you with Alan's situation."

"...Okay." Voldemort looked up at the old man, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his eyes. Compared with Allen, nothing is important.

"...Tom, I suggest you go eat something... Maybe things will turn around..." Dumbledore said.

"He hates me to death." Voldemort just leaned on the stone tablet and said softly.

"No." Dumbledore said.

The young man's eyes lit up suddenly, but he heard the old man say, "There is something wrong with his memory... Edward said that it is a self-protection mechanism, and he will forget things that he cannot bear, so that this person can continue walking."

Voldemort sat sluggishly on the ground, unable to bear it...Yeah, Alan was only 15 years old...Even an adult couldn't stand it...

Seeing him like this, Dumbledore sighed slightly, turned and left.