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The torrential rain is pouring, and the violent rain turns into a transparent and powerful whip that beats everything in the world ruthlessly. The rain column seems to be venting and piled up in the heart, fermenting to a thick irritability and depression, as if, it is impossible to have a clear, gentle and translucent Sunshine, I wish I could destroy everything.The sky was dark and heavy with dark clouds, making people feel depressed.The strong wind violently shook the wooden window frame, and the desolate water was almost approaching.

In the simple and narrow room, the only magic lamp could not illuminate all the space, and the atmosphere was as dignified as the violent and dark weather.

Dumbledore looked wearily and vigilantly at the black-haired young man in front of him, he didn't know why Voldmort came to visit him specially today.Just like a few days ago, Dumbledore was completely surprised when he received a formal and grand visit request from Voldmort. Now Voldmort has a status that no one can shake, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​smaller than ants in his eyes. After so many years Come on, Voldmort never paid attention to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has always believed that Voldmort will definitely bring disaster to the wizarding world, and he firmly believes in this. From the moment he saw the child for the first time, he noticed the child's evil nature, a kind, broke with a certain friends of the same breath.Therefore, he has always tried his best to strengthen the Order of the Phoenix, but after the incident 5 years ago, various reports, rumors, and gossip shattered his former glory.However, the reputation of the Death Eaters, especially Voldmort, has reached its peak. Now, this black-haired, red-eyed young man has become a figure in the magic world with only one hand covering the sky.Dumbledore was always skeptical of Voldmort's policies. He believed that those were just a thin veil covering someone's forbearance, which could be pierced at any time.

Now sitting in front of Voldmort made Dumbledore feel even more dangerous. The madness and lightning-like hatred deeply hidden in those dark red eyes stung Dumbledore's eyes, no matter how graceful Voldmort is now And the nobles, some kind of repressed madness that could erupt at any time also made Dumbledore aware of the threat.

"Tom, would you like something to drink? I heard that you introduced a lot of Muggle things, and I especially like the popsicles from the Muggle world. It seems that we still have some agreement, hehe." Seeing the hypocrisy of the young man to the extreme It was a completely mask-like smirk, seeing his calm and indifferent appearance as he tapped on the handrail, Dumbledore could only speak out first to break the awkward silence.Dumbledore's voice was so inappropriately abrupt amidst the condensed embarrassment and the sound of rain throwing sand on the window.

Voldmort raised his black eyebrows, casually looked at the various weird and matching decorations in the room, looked at the dessert that would always exist in front of Dumbledore, and moved his eyes to the blank photo frame on the table, the corner of his mouth curled up. The arc of sarcasm "Professor Dumbledore, I personally don't think that what you like will be to my taste."

Dumbledore talked about the good and bad weather, and about the recent policy of Voldmort, trying to find out the reason for the youth's visit from the conversation.But Voldmort's answers are always so light, like white catkins, without any foothold, the answers fluttering in the air just don't land on the ground, he acted as if he was simply looking at Dumbledore That's all.

"Okay, Tom, I won't make detours anymore. What do you want to see me today?" Dumbledore could no longer bear Voldmort's sarcasm and detours without answering the purpose, and asked the question directly.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm here today, just to ask you for a surname." Voldmort said word by word in a drawn-out tone. Useful, for example, now.Voldmort's hand clenched when he said Potter's last name.

"Tom, what exactly do you want?" Dumbledore, who had never been able to understand Slytherin's turning habits, suddenly felt a little irritable, with some ominous premonition, he no longer maintained his image of a kind and wise old man, his brows were tightly frowned Locked, blue eyes fixed on Voldmort.

"I want..." Voldmort smiled, smiling like a bloodthirsty beast, a beast that was hurt in the dense forest and must be punished. "I want, the Potter family."

"Tom, what do you mean?" Dumbledore sat up straight suddenly. He seemed to have vaguely guessed what Voldmort meant, but at this moment, he would rather misunderstand the young man in front of him who smiled as if showing sinister fangs.

"What do I mean?" Voldmort was still tapping his hands casually, and he continued to smile gracefully, "The Potter family is an important pillar of the Order of the Phoenix, and I know that you, Professor Dumbledore, have always maintained them. And I, want to The Potter family, do as I please."

"Tom, do you know what a ridiculous request you made?" Dumbledore was furious.

"Really?" Voldmort continued calmly and slowly. "Is it ridiculous?"

He shook his slender white fingers leisurely, and then blew his index finger frivolously, "Professor Dumbledore, you know how many people there are in the Order of the Phoenix, and I know too. If I really want to deal with you, what do you think, you Is there any chance of winning?"

Looking at Dumbledore's old face, Voldmort continued to put on a smiling face, and said maliciously and clearly, "It's not in your higher interest to exchange the Potter family for the safety of all other members of your Order of the Phoenix. idea?"

"You know, if all the members of the Order of the Phoenix are wiped out, I can completely make no trace of them. Professor Dumbledore, you have been on guard against me from the very beginning, so, for the sake of greater justice, can you just stand by and watch?" With the Order of the Phoenix, your hope was destroyed by me?"

"You, why do you want the Potters?" Seeing the powerful Voldmort and knowing that what he said was true, Dumbledore could only lower his head weakly.

"Hehe, Professor Dumbledore, if you give them to me, then you don't have to ask me what I want to do."

Voldmort narrowed his eyes. "Then, I may take it, Professor Dumbledore, that you agree?"

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, and when a thunder rang, he nodded slightly.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have one more request, and that is, I want you to hand them over to me in front of the Potters." Voldmort made an aggressive request

"You... Tom, don't go too far"

"Professor Dumbledore, I said that if I want to deal with the Order of the Phoenix, you have no chance of winning. At that time, you couldn't keep Potter, but now, a Potter can change the fate of all your subordinates. Don't you agree? "

There is ice in Voldmort's eyes that will not melt for thousands of years. Dumbledore, you claim to do everything for the great justice, then I will let you open your eyes to see how far you can sell your soul for the so-called justice.

Watching the desperate Potter family begging for help being dragged away by Death Eaters. Voldmort walked up to Dumbledore with great respect, and said in a heavily mocking tone, "Professor Dumbledore, don't worry, for the sake of giving up everyone and maintaining the so-called justice, I will keep the Phoenix A space for society to linger."

As if he remembered something, at the moment when he went out, he smiled very happily and turned around and said, "Professor Dumbledore, didn't you once ask me why I want the Potter family? Let me tell you, because, I want to They are thrown into the boundless purgatory, so that they will live forever and never be freed."

"Professor Dumbledore, please remember, this is the price you pay for keeping your Order of the Phoenix. It takes the life of a Potter family. You are just a person who can betray others at any time under the banner of justice. You are no more I am nobler."

Dumbledore slumped down in the chair. He seemed to have aged decades suddenly. It seemed that in an instant, the beliefs he had believed in were completely removed. What was in front of his eyes was the desperate and dead eyes of the Potter family. Tight up blank photo frame.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

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Looking at James Potter who had been in a trance, Voldmort wished for an Avada when he recalled the scenes he had seen, but he still controlled his impulse. Voldmort stroked his chin, how could he free Potter from death?What he wanted was that their lives would be worse than death, so that he might be able to vent his aching heart that was still suppressed until now.

The former Sirius Black was already locked in the same narrow and cold dungeon that was always dark and dark with Lupine, and he was specially told that all food and supplies were only given to one person. Voldmort wanted to see, the so-called Gran What a wicked and sweet flower that Fendor's friendship would have grown to his delight under the malicious venom he had arranged.

And James Potter, who was locked in the dungeon next to him, has been completely hypnotized. He will be trapped in his own thoughts forever, and his body will be crushed by the octopus of the Black Lake in hallucinations again and again. There is no escape until his life is over.And his parents will always hear the screams of their most beloved son, but they can't see his situation, and they are powerless and heartbroken.

Voldmort specifically pointed out that they must live in a healthy and inescapable hell...

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In Voldmort's study, Abraxas Malfoy, who spent a whole month of sleepless nights looking for someone, stood cautiously. His proud platinum long hair was dull due to neglect, and he looked wrinkled. Voldmort frowned, not daring to speak.

"Abu, one month is up, have you found out where he is?" Voldmort said impatiently.

"Voldy, I found out that the owl belongs to Huxley de Chatrero's pet, and it was specially delivered to a friend of him and Robert de Sidonia. We will also find out who it is. I don't know." Abraxas secretly wiped his cold sweat.

Voldmort pondered, it seems that, as the British Minister of Magic, he needs to better connect with the French magical community...

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It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was always dark, Severus turned over on the bed, lazily opened his eyes, his chest hurt a little, he coughed a few times, every time the weather changed, his weak The body always gets sick, and he is used to it.

He casually picked up the small alarm clock on the bedside table, and when he saw the time clearly, he sighed weakly.Originally, he wanted to use the early morning time to get up and make breakfast, but the alarm clock was secretly turned off by his grandfather. He could even imagine what a rich breakfast would be waiting for him when he went downstairs...