Adventures of the Prince of HP

Lucius took Allen to the hall of Malfoy Manor, and he bowed humbly to Voldemort before retreating.

Allen looked at Voldemort, paused for a moment, showed a cute and perfect smile, and walked towards him, "Brother..."

For a while, Allen was crushed to the ground by his tyranny. Before he could react, there was a rough kiss. Allen felt the bloody smell coming from his mouth and the pain on his lips, and he couldn't help frowning. He didn't try to resist , Numerous experiences have proved that resisting in front of this main soul is not only ineffective, but will bring even greater torture to oneself.

Sure enough, Voldemort let go of him after a while, and the demon gently caressed the wound on Alan's lips, and Alan couldn't help showing a trace of pain on his face, but the finger ravaged the wound even harder, His pale hands were stained with blood, as if he felt an unparalleled pleasure from it.Allen endured the pain and said, "Brother, why do you suddenly want me to come here for Christmas?"

Voldemort paused, he got up from the ground, picked up Allen and hugged him horizontally, sat on the sofa, stuffed something into Allen's hand with his slightly cold fingers, then reached into Allen's shirt and wrung it brutally. with warm skin.

Allen trembled and endured the pain with difficulty. He raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and there was a trace of blood, and the blood seemed to continue to flow out. He pursed his lips, looked down at the thing in his hand, it was a delicate The locket seemed familiar. He glanced at the furious Voldemort, opened the box, and inside it was written in beautiful fonts——

To the Dark Lord: I know I'm dead before you see this, but I must let you know that I discovered your secret, that I stole the real Horcrux, and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.I am willing to die, so that when you face a real opponent in the future, you can be killed! RAB presents

Allen frowned slightly, "Who is RAB?"

"Reculus Arcturus Black!" Voldemort was furious, and at the same time, his fingers squeezed Alan's waist very cruelly.

Allen exhaled in pain, "Brother...brother...it hurts..."

But Voldemort did not relax his strength like Tom did, but exerted even more force. Allen trembled weakly against the demon's arms. He felt that there must be a lot of bruises there. He grabbed Voldemort's lapel with difficulty, raised his head and kissed Voldemort's. lips, the sadistic hand stopped, but soon, the brutal kiss fell, and Allen felt that the blood on his lips was about to be sucked.

When he was let go by someone, Allen gasped weakly, and there was a faint pain in the place where his waist was pinched. He quickly recalled where he had seen this locket, and he took the opportunity to say, "Brother, I can get the real it back for you."

Voldemort paused, and looked at him with dark red eyes, "The Dark Lord will not allow you to take risks, Alan, tell me where it is, and the Dark Lord will find a way to get it!"

Allen gasped slightly, he was still holding the devil's skirt in his hand, and he could only say, "In Black's old house, there is an old house elf guarding it." He raised his eyes, "It's intact."

Voldemort paused, "Oh."

"Brother, when I was inquiring about Horcruxes, I also borrowed the books in Black's old house. It was this old elf and the portrait of the mistress who helped me," Alan said, "I can contact this old elf and get the book easily. Something, but," he raised his hand, "brother must give this to me."

Voldemort stared at his double pupils, and Allen looked at each other without hesitation. Finally, Voldemort nodded, "The Dark Lord believes in his brother."

Pale fingers gently pinched Alan's chin, "Your lip is broken," the devil called Lucius to bring the potion.

Lucius arrived soon, carefully looked at their posture and the wound on Alan's mouth, and saw Voldemort let Alan lean in his arms, dipped the potion on Alan himself, and drooped in shock. eyes.

The Dark Lord had different thoughts about that Highness. It was no secret among the Death Eaters. He ordered their descendants to be monitored at the school, and prepared a dormitory for Allen, but he didn't expect it to be like this thought!

Oh, yes, in the cemetery, the Dark Lord used to put his hand in Alan's shirt.

Lucius quietly and humbly retreated. Fortunately, Allen has always valued Draco, and he presumably would help the Malfoy family.

However, he was afraid that he would be disappointed, Alan couldn't take care of himself, so he couldn't take care of others.

Voldemort gave him the medicine gently. For a moment, Allen thought that Tom's consciousness had come back, but when he looked back and saw those dark red eyes, he knew that this was not Tom...

Allen lowered his eyes obediently, and let Voldemort lift the hem of his shirt to apply the mark-removing potion. After the potion was applied, Voldemort adjusted his clothes, which made Allen pause again. Tom... He swallowed slightly, "Brother, it seems that your most loyal subordinates are still in Azkaban, why don't you get them out?"

Voldemort paused, buttoned up Allen, and said, "Don't be in a hurry. The Dark Lord can't startle the snake. Anyway, now that Fudge doesn't dare to admit his return, the Dark Lord just took care of some things." He raised his eyes and rubbed Rubbing Alan's head, "Including the Horcrux you mentioned and the reorganization plan."

There was sudden tenderness again... Allen looked at him and felt his heart beating uncontrollably again—sometimes, the person in front of him looked too much like Tom!

He nodded in a daze, and then heard a chuckle from the man, then took his hand and took him to the back garden to see the roses planted by the hostess.

Allen's eyes fell on his clasped wrist, feeling his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and he closed his eyes in despair...just bet again!Bet one last time!