Adventures of the Prince of HP

At dinner, there were only Alan and Voldemort. Alan looked at the dining room. It was obviously a place where the owner was dining. The two of them forced the guests to overwhelm the host, but he didn't say anything. He was just led to the side of the table by Voldemort. He asked the man to tie a napkin for him, and Voldemort was seated next to him. He calmly tasted the various dishes brought up, which made Lucius, who learned about the situation through the house elf, admire him-who dares to sit in the dark? So calm in front of the devil.

Alan had cut a piece of steak, and as soon as he raised the fork, it was taken away by someone. Voldemort didn't eat much, but just watched him eat, which made his heart a little bit disobedient.

Allen stared fixedly at the Dark Lord who squinted his eyes and seemed to be in a good mood, lowered his eyes, and continued to cut the steak without changing his face, this time he offered a piece.

Forget it... bet again!

But at night, it was a little dangerous. Alan was directly led into the room by someone. His hands were a little cold, even colder than that person's hands.Voldemort looked back at him, pulled him by the waist and pulled him into his arms, "Are you nervous?"

Allen lowered his eyes, "My brother's body temperature is too low, I'm not used to it."

Voldemort lifted his chin to look into the double pupils, but seeing no smile, the man paused for a moment, then let Alan go.

Allen raised his eyes in surprise, and heard the other party say, "Your room is next door." He paused, and tentatively said, "...Then, good night, brother?"

Voldemort patted his head lightly.

Allen didn't react until he sat down in the next room. What's going on?So let him go?The mind of the main soul is too difficult to guess, right?At this time, the crazy and domineering and gentle and considerate appearance really made him not know how to deal with it.

He rested his forehead and sat in the armchair until the house elf brought hot milk to soothe the nerves. Alan took it, and heard the elf's high-pitched and cautious voice, "Your Highness, this is the master's master who ordered Beibei to serve you. here."

Allen paused, and the other hand caressed the wall of the cup a little helplessly. He felt a warm feeling, and he was in a state of confusion. He looked at the trembling house elf and said, "Thank you."

"Your Highness, Your Highness said thank you to Beibei, Beibei, what did you do wrong?"

Allen hurriedly stopped its self-harm behavior, "No, you did a good job, I am very satisfied."

Beibei's big eyes looked at Alan brightly, "Oh, thank you Your Highness, oh, Beibei has to watch you drink the milk before you can leave." Its voice became smaller and smaller, because Alan's smile slowly Faded, looking a little indifferent.

Allen looked at the milk in his hand, closed his eyes, opened his eyes after a while, finished the milk in two mouthfuls, handed the cup to Bei Bei, and watched it disappear.

He thought of Dumbledore, Tom, and the Dark Lord next door... They were one by one, why did they want to control themselves so much? I want to control his behavior and thoughts...

Allen took a deep breath, turned and went into the bathroom. After washing, he fell asleep on the big soft bed.

He slept very deeply.

Voldemort appeared beside Allen's bed, staring at the quiet and obedient sleepy eyes of the little golden retriever, and couldn't help raising his hand to stroke the messy hair aside.He paused his hand, not understanding why he did this, but he didn't want to take it back, so he followed his heart and kissed Allen on the forehead lightly.He didn't understand why he let the little golden retriever back to this bedroom just now, he clearly wanted him so much, but seeing the little guy's reluctance...he couldn't do it.

How could the Dark Lord be restrained by others?

He froze his hand and stretched it towards Alan's neck. As long as he exerted a little force, he could kill a possible future weakness, but his hand froze there, and in the end he just gently rubbed the soft and slippery little golden hair Suddenly, he felt that he seemed to be spying on this child's sleeping face from something in countless nights.

The dark red eyes suddenly sank, he got up quickly, and returned to his room, damn it, the will of this damn diary will always affect the behavior of the Dark Lord!He took a deep breath, and let the little golden retriever be happy for two days first, and when the real locket was found, he would not be too late to do it!

The next day, Allen finished his breakfast in a panic and safely. He wiped the corners of his mouth, paused, and said tentatively, "Brother, why don't I go to Black's house today to find out?"

To his surprise, Voldemort nodded immediately.

Seeing his surprise, those blood-red eyes narrowed with interest, "Why?"

"Well," Allen lowered his eyes and looked at his still red wrist, "It's nothing, I have to prepare some gifts for the past."

"Of course the Dark Lord allows it." Voldemort looked at Alan who was looking at him frequently, a little irritated, and stretched out his hand to take Alan's hand to play with, "Ask if you have any questions."

Allen was inexplicably relieved, he was probably used to being abused by this person, but he looked forward and backward when he was so talkative, he carefully pursed his lips, "Brother...why do you want to maintain such an appearance...my Meaning, you were handsome when you were young..."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in displeasure, "How handsome, so handsome that you are willing to have sex with him?"

Allen was taken aback by the madness of his sudden reply, his fingers curled up in a daze, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Voldemort became even angrier, as if some kind of flame was burning his heart and lungs, he squinted his eyes, waved the dinner plates to the ground, crossed the table and grabbed Alan by the neck and pressed Alan to the side of the high-back chair On the back of the chair, his pale and striking face seemed to be filled up by something. His hair, eyebrows, nose bridge, and skin all returned to normal. No, his beauty is enough to shake the world.

Allen stared blankly at the big change in front of him, his double pupils were shaken, his heart was beating like a drum, and he even forgot that someone's hand was still on his neck.

The person in front of him is majestic and indifferent, full of high-ranking temperament, fair but not pale, looks warm and energetic, black hair like black jade, soft and smooth, just right bridge of nose and slightly pink lips His lips made people want to kiss, and his captivating dark red eyes brought him a strange and mysterious temperament. He looked older than Tom, and looked like a youth.The simple and unadorned black suit seemed priceless to him.

Suddenly there was a chuckle from this man, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, Allen turned his head suddenly, and swallowed hard.

Voldemort let go of Allen in a good mood, and straightened up. The amazement and obsession in the eyes of this little golden retriever made his heart flutter. If such an effect can be achieved with a pair of skins, the Dark Lord is happy to keep it. The look, even though it was passed down to him from his filthy Muggle father.

He watched Allen lowering his eyes in a panic, wringing his fingers helplessly, and swallowing uncontrollably. Suddenly, his heart moved. He walked slowly to Allen, leaned down and put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, watching the growing The flustered Allen hooked the corners of his lips, and slowly lowered his head to suck those lips.

Without the slightest resistance, the little golden retriever shrank obediently in the chair and remained motionless the moment he saw him. Voldemort leaned over, wrapped one hand around Allen's waist, gently raised his chin with the other, and kissed more deeply. He saw Allen's eyelashes trembling, and the skirt of his clothes was grabbed helplessly by the little golden fur, but he didn't get any resistance.

He let go of Alan and left slightly, seeing that Alan blushed.

Merlin!

Voldemort paused, the little golden retriever blushed at him!

This was a situation that had never happened before, which made his heart a little out of control.Oh, damn it, he straightened up, trying to calm his voice, "The Dark Lord gives you one day to get the locket." He paused, and Alan's face began to turn pale, which made him A little irritable, just about to say something, Allen straightened up and regained the arrogance of the crown prince.

"Don't worry, brother." Allen lowered his eyes calmly.

He was really crazy just now, but he was stunned by Voldemort's appearance. The devil is the devil. Now that his shortcomings are exposed, he doesn't know how he will be used in the future. The corners of his lips curled up in a subtle arc, and he laughed at himself, "If brother doesn't have anything If there are other instructions, I will prepare the gift first."