war and peace

Harry didn't know that his godfather left Privet Drive with a double step.The group of them left Cardiff in a mighty way and drove onto the Gulf Highway.Just as they were about to leave Wales and head towards the Cornwall Peninsula, the entire convoy disappeared into the air without a sound, and then the place where it reappeared had completely changed the scenery.

"Is this Apparating?" Harry asked in surprise.So many people... so many cars...

But Voldemort didn't answer his question.He just smiled, opened the car door and went out.Harry was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the door on his side.

In front of it is a huge three-story white marble castle with row upon row of pointed towers.The grass next to it is spread out in a large area, with blocks of flowers neatly distributed on it, and behind it are dense bushes.It is the season of high and crisp autumn, but these plants are not the usual yellow-brown, but green.The tulip closest to him was holding crimson flowers the size of a small bowl and swaying slightly in the breeze. When the sun hit those slightly curved stems and leaves, you could still see the fine, golden hairs on them.In the distance surrounded by several hills, they look very peaceful, embracing the whole estate.

Harry took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a sense of peace in the air.Someone had already walked up to him and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Harry nodded, and they walked on side by side.A red-haired man stooped to wait for them at the gate, dressed like a butler.

It wasn't until dinner that Harry realized that there seemed to be only one servant in the huge castle.When he raised this question, the only servant stood beside him, with downcast eyebrows and a very respectful look.Voldemort was back to his normal self, adding something to Harry's plate, "Selpter."

Harry froze for a moment before realizing that it was the butler's name.Only to hear Voldemort continue to say softly: "Few people know about this, and I don't want anyone to disturb."

Did Voldemort mean that very few people knew of his multiple identities, and he didn't want to tell the world about it?But that's right, let the Death Eaters know that the Dark Lord, who has always advocated the theory of pure blood, accepted the title of Muggle.Harry shuddered, not looking forward to the prospect.Although he also felt that this matter was quite weird, it was better to let Voldemort take good care of his subordinates and not cause disturbances.

At the end of the dinner, a round cake appeared on the table out of nowhere. "Happy birthday, Harry." Harry blinked, looked at the cake, and then looked up at those smiling black eyes, "Thank you." He was suddenly in a trance, which had never been in his imagination ... Voldemort celebrated his birthday...

It was midnight, and there was still a light in one part of the castle.Voldemort sat behind his desk, reading his report for the new day.The consortium under his name has a new merger case, and the few people sent out are also being promoted steadily, and everything is within his expectations.

He tapped his finger on the table lightly, with so many people following him, and so many things to do, why did he focus on besieging Hogwarts, killing the savior, and establishing a unified magical world?Not worth it, and no good at all.Muggles are annoying, but their new technology is nice.His vision was too narrow before, so what if he killed them all?It is better to rule them and use them for him.The magic world has long been complacent, and he wants to break all of this and conquer all of it...

A knock on the door broke the silence of the night.Voldemort's eyes were fixed, "Come in." It was Selput, the only butler of Roald Manor, who came, and he saluted Voldemort respectfully.

"What's the situation with Percy?" Voldemort stood up and walked to the other side, where there were many crystal bottles.

"Same as before, just a little slower." Selput replied quickly.His eyes were very large, and under the light of the candle, they looked foggy, as if they were covered with a layer of veil.

Voldemort had already picked out a bottle containing a dark green liquid. "After all, she is still young, and her magic power is not as good as yours." The crystal bottle left his hand and floated through the air like weightlessness. "Pay attention and give her some drinks."

Serp nodded, and quickly caught the potion: "I will." He was about to retreat when he suddenly thought of a question: "The guests you brought seem to be very interested in the castle."

Voldemort waved his hand. "Whatever, he's always been like this."

Serputer showed disapproval on his unwavering face: "Master, he is..."

"There is nothing but," Voldemort walked to the window, his tone as calm as the moonlight flowing outside, "you don't have to worry about this matter. Besides, there is nothing to see here. Go to Slytherin Manor quickly, Patsy If I don't see you, it's time to make trouble again."

Selput seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth, and quietly exited to close the door.

There was silence again in the room.

He is indeed ambitious and wants to be the co-lord of this world... There is no need for him to show up, he just needs to catch those people behind his back. He likes the feeling that everything is under control... He is condescending and treats all beings as ants... …

Voldemort stared out at the peaceful lake, which was connected to the ocean by underground channels, its waves silvery in the moonlight.His boy was different from those people... from the Muggle father who abandoned him, from the cowardly mother who only loved his father, from the orphanage crowd who saw him as a monster, from Dumbledore who was always wary of him, who flattered him Flattering so-called friends...are not the same.

He hadn't told his boy what he wanted to do, Harry would know in due time...he could pave the way first, Harry just had to follow his steps.No one else was worth it but Harry, only the one who could still reach out to him despite his own doubts and his deliberate concealment...

Suddenly, Voldemort felt a burning sensation in the inside of his arm.He lowered his head, pressed the skin with his fingers, and then still looked out the window.A wisp of black smoke quickly appeared in the distant sky, it swept low over the edge of the forest, and finally fell silently into the room.

"Master." Someone called out, and he could hear some hesitation.

"What's the matter with you?" Voldemort still turned his back to him, his voice calm.

"Master, today..." The visitor seemed even more hesitant, as if he was not sure whether he should ask or not.

"Let me guess..." Voldemort turned, walked back to his desk and sat down. "Your brother went to Privet Drive today, didn't he? You know I took Harry Potter, just Are you in a hurry to come over and take a look? Afraid that I have done something to make your brother worry?" His tone was still calm, but his eyes were cold, and the pressure in the air rose sharply. "Do you want to question me? It's really audacious!"

The black-haired young man hurriedly fell on the ground, his voice trembling: "That's not the case, master..."

Voldemort snorted coldly. "You dare to kill me... For him, is there anything you dare not do?"

If you look closely, you will find that the black-haired youth really started to tremble. "It's all my fault, master, please don't tell him..."

"One is like this, so are the two!" Voldemort looked at the people on the ground, and a trace of irritability flashed across his brows.Severus Snape, Regulus Black, you two are really nice!The previous one betrayed him for the sake of a Muggle-born woman; this one was even more extreme, joining the Death Eaters for his brother's sake, and then waiting for an opportunity to kill him... Really good!

When he first came back, the Killing Curse still rebounded, and he no longer went to the Albanian forest, but changed to the place he had prepared for a long time ago - a cave by the sea.As a result, he hadn't been recuperating in it for half a year before this kid came.If he hadn't been cautious and didn't show up, the locket was exchanged, wouldn't it be the only thing that happened?

The Death Eaters who want to kill the Dark Lord... they really are already a blockbuster!Voldemort curled his lips coldly.

He had never paid attention to the taciturn Regulus Black, and he didn't expect to be bitten back.He had watched him almost grimly then as he struggled in the black lake, trying to get out of the swarm of white Inferi--the house-elf he had called earlier had been driven back by himself.If it wasn't for the faint "Brother" that made him lose his Legilimency at the end, I don't know it was because of this reason... He only joined the food for even a little attention from Sirius Black in the Order of the Phoenix. Dead Apostle, after he killed the Potters, he also searched for his whereabouts alone because of the sadness and anger of the same person, and wanted to make his brother happy...

"Are you willing?" Voldemort asked coldly. "He doesn't know at all, and he's still arguing with you now, because you're still a Death Eater, and you're even spreading news about the Order of the Phoenix?"

Regulus glanced at him in astonishment, as if wondering how he could be known so clearly.But as long as Voldemort wants to know something, basically he can't hide it from him... Regulus quickly lowered his head again, and said dryly: "My life is the master's, and I will do what the master says." .”

Voldemort sneered. "Don't think you can get away with it like this... It's just because you are afraid that I will do something to him, right?" His original decision was really correct. After knowing these relationships from Regulus Black's memory, he immediately realized that it was His greatest weakness could be used to control him to monitor the Order of the Phoenix and pass messages to himself, so he was spared.Later, Bellatrix even called the house elf of the Black family, threatening his young master's life and controlling spells, and asked him to supervise his young master's words and deeds.It was the same for Regulus, he couldn't ignore the lives of Kreacher and Sirius Black, he dared not and couldn't turn against him again.Hmph, it's kind enough not to take his life directly... Knowing that I made a Horcrux and can find the place where the Horcrux is hidden, such a smart person can't be used by him...

The young man in black robe lying on the ground trembled even more.

"Get up," said Voldemort in a low voice.He grabbed the wand on the table, and a white light flashed across the room. "It's better to take your own wounds to heart," he said flatly, completely unable to hear whether he was threatening or simply expressing one thing, "I can let it drag on for ten or twenty years. It can be cured in no time—if you do what you are told. But hopeless things are better thought of less."

hopeless?Was it his thoughts about his brother?Regulus smiled wryly.He subconsciously touched the right arm hit by the white light, and he knew that the deep wounds on it were gone without taking off his robe.In fact, he really admired Voldemort's personal strength, otherwise he would never have thought of joining the Death Eaters.Even if Voldemort became brutal later, he still found a Horcrux of Voldemort, but he couldn't even kill the piece of soul, and he, Kreacher, and even all the ancestors of the Black family were powerless to do anything about the wounds caused by those infernal corpses.Only Voldemort could do this...

"Thank you, master." Regulus bowed to the ground respectfully.

"I have my own discretion in the matter of the savior," said Voldemort coldly, "just take care of yourself."

"Yes, Master." I emphasized twice, even the most stupid person would know that talking about this topic would surely anger Voldemort, not to mention that Regulus was a smart man.The older brother didn't know who Harry's professor actually was. He came to see Voldemort out of selfishness because he was worried about seeing his older brother break down again. Now it seems that the situation is not as bad as he imagined.The master doesn't seem to want to give the savior the appearance of Avada Kedavra...

At this time, Harry was sleeping soundly, and there was a dancing birthday cake in his dream.