happy life?strange

Abraxas was sitting in his office struggling with the pile of documents piled up like a hill, the rare clear weather, the rare blue sky, white clouds and warm sunshine, but he didn't have the slightest time to look up, Although Voldmort came to work every day, he would leave on time at night and go to the United States, and sometimes he would even follow someone to other countries under the banner of exercising them.Abraxas put down his snow-white quill and looked helplessly at his long platinum hair that he couldn't manage because of his busy schedule. Can't wait to pray that Severus will be healthy and energetic.

"Abu, come to my office." The familiar voice came from the double-sided mirror again.

Abraxas rubbed his temples, stood up, and then took a closer look at his appearance in front of the magic mirror with a floor-to-ceiling gilt frame, and then looked helplessly, because he lacked sleep and even beauty potions couldn't eliminate it. Not fancy dark circles.Then, with graceful steps, he walked into the office of the honorable British Minister of Magic.

"Voldy, are you calling me something?" Abraxas closed the door, and sat comfortably on the opposite sofa.Now their relationship with Voldmort was closer to that of a friend than a simple subordinate. Voldmort didn't know if it was because his relationship with someone was developing well, basically he was in a good mood every day, his claws were hidden, and he was at ease.Before finding that person, the crazy desire for destruction hidden in Voldmort's eyes made everyone who knew him extremely terrified.At that point, Abraxas and Rossini could only hope that the man was still alive, somewhere in the world, alive and well.Because, looking for someone, Voldmort's heart is like a dark night, a cold stone that exudes chill out of a deep pool, waiting to find sunlight, or to be completely wiped out without leaving a trace.

While looking at the document in his hand, Voldmort said casually, "Abu, on this day next month, the Ministry of Magic's marriage registration place will be cleared except for the office staff. I want to use it."

"Voldy, you, ah, congratulations." Hearing such news suddenly, Abraxas was a little unresponsive. Although he knew that the young man would not be able to escape the snare set by Voldmort at all, but the matter of marriage, But without any warning.Of course, in the next moment, Abraxas' flexible brain calculated the huge benefits and visible benefits that this marriage could bring.

"Voldy, as a representative figure of the British magic world, don't you think we should have a grand and grand wedding? We can also invite nobles from France and Germany to participate, and Severus Snape" when he mentioned this name , Abraxas took a peek at Voldmort's expression. Fortunately, there was no big fluctuation, so he boldly continued, "Severus Snape can represent many Hufflepuffs, and he is still As a mixed race, if the news of your marriage is released, it will increase the unity of all levels of the magic world and push your image to a new peak."

"No need." Voldmort refused directly without raising his head.

"Voldy, such a great opportunity...and it can also make those who want to be the wife of the Minister of Magic give up, isn't it great?"

"He doesn't like the wizarding world, and I don't want to force him. Although I didn't say it explicitly, I can see that he doesn't want to come to England. Moreover, I don't want to expose him to the public and increase the unsafe factors." Voldmort wrinkled Frowning "You also know how many people are spying on my partner's location. I also don't want them to know about Sev's existence."

"Of course, I agree with you to let the nobles know that I'm married. However, you are not allowed to disclose any information about Sif, you know?"

Seeing what Abraxas wanted to say, Voldmort waved his hand in disgust, "You don't need to say more. Sif is thin-skinned, and I managed to get him to agree to get married. I can't mess it up. It's still... Abu Do you want to open up a new world in Africa?"

Seeing Voldmort uttering threatening words lightly with a smile and raised eyebrows, Abraxas could only swallow all the persuasion and speeches that had already been brewing in his stomach.

Back in the office, Abraxas pulled Rossini Zabini into his office, told him the "good" news, and slowly drank his coffee to take away Rossini's wonderfully changed expression. Served as a delicious refreshment.

"It must be that child. Back then we had a special play for him." Rossini tried hard to recall, trying to piece together the appearance of Severus Snape from his memory. Although he was already very familiar with the name, Although it can be seen from Voldmort's performance how much he cares about or wants to occupy this person.But Rossini still doesn't really remember the child's appearance more than ten years ago, and the other memories of the child in Abraxas's mind have all been covered by a mass of bloody flesh on the white hospital bed, bloody and ferocious. , the blood was dripping all over the ground, and the vitality was as light as fly ashes burned in a raging fire.This part of his memory was used by Voldmort to use Dementia back then. At that time, Voldmort's sudden mad rage made Abraxas even doubt whether he could walk out of the office alive.

That's right, more than ten years ago, for this mixed race with no background and no status, they, two nobles from the British magic world, actually joined forces to put on a wonderful play...

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In the study room of Malfoy Manor, Abraxas told Rossini the news he had received about Voldmort. He did not expect that the powerful and rational LORD he had faced in the past few years turned out to be just a small soul piece. The real Voldmort will be raised by a mixed race, but fortunately, Abraxas also learned that as long as Voldmort fuses his own soul piece, his power will be stronger and he will be able to guide the Malfoy family to a new era. of brilliance.This is barely good news.

"What did you say? The Lord asked us to act?" Rossini Zabini's jaw almost dropped.

Abraxas looked at the silly-faced Rossini in disgust, and waved his hand, "Rossini, do you know your demeanor?"

Seeing that Rossini had finally dressed up as a nobleman, Abraxas frowned and continued the topic slowly.

"That's right, you said you want to play a play, but you can't let that Muggle find a loophole? Strange, doesn't the lord know that Snape is a half-breed? Forget it, don't think about it." Abraxas had a headache. He frowned "Besides, even if he made us forget everything, even if Avada got that Snape, no one would know. Why bother. Look at the fact that Lord asked us to give that half-blood Such a prepared treasury that even aristocrats like us can squander for generations"

Rossini shrugged, "Who knows? Abu, do you have the script for tomorrow?"

Abraxas angrily threw a stack of parchment from the desk drawer, "Look for yourself, which character do you want to choose?"

Looking at the plot on the parchment, the corners of Rossini’s mouth twitched more and more, his aristocratic etiquette seemed to have vanished when he saw the script, he said angrily, “I said Abu, where did you find the script? Such bloody shit? How could it be possible?"

"I just received the lord's message yesterday. Where can I prepare a good script? Hey, Rossini, have you chosen yet?" Abraxas said with a headache, "Anyway, neither of the two characters is good. Why choose such a long time. If you don’t rehearse, it will be too late tomorrow, and if you don’t bring the lord back, be careful of his revenge. You don’t know that he is narrow-minded.”

"Ahem, I choose to be the father of..." Rossini managed to squeeze out a few words between his teeth. "Abu, you can play the role of mother. You have a good relationship with the lord. Even if you take the opportunity to take advantage of him, he won't spoil you."

The two nobles smiled wryly at each other. What's the matter? Two dignified nobles from the wizarding world actually wanted to act in order to hide a mixed race with no background.Don't think they can't see how much the lord attaches importance to this child. You must know that things that could have been solved simply have such complicated entanglements. However, this child is not yet 12 years old, is it? Lord is a pedophile?Why didn't I see it before, the two nobles who were already confused rubbed their chins in darkness.

After drinking the polyjuice potion, Abraxas turned into the noble and beautiful Odette, and Rossini turned into Loxue. He politely extended his hand to Abraxas, "My dear Odette! Dete, you are still so beautiful, your brilliance dazzles me, every time I see you, I feel the boiling of love."

"My dear Loksu, your sweet words always make my heart flutter. You see if my dress is decent, after all, we are going to bring back the most important child today." Abraxas arranged the silk long Dresses and gorgeous jewellery.

"Ah, my dearest Odette, you are always so well-mannered, come, come, let me put this diamond tiara on you, which will be proud to wear on your fair golden hair." Rossini lovingly adorned Abraxas' long golden hair with a rose-shaped diamond tiara.

"Dear Loksu, you are always so considerate." Abraxas covered half of his face with a small fan, and smirked sinisterly.

That's right, because Voldmort's order brought the entangled two into the drama early.

When he saw Vidi sitting dignifiedly in the tasteless and simple living room that he spurned, Abraxas was excited plus shocked and of course thrilled. It turned out that the lord was so cute when he was young, but seeing the lord so When he was obediently sitting at the simple dining table, he had the urge to ask Zabini if ​​he was having a nightmare.

He rushed in front of Viddy, just about to give a mother's loving hug and mother's kiss according to the script, but all those years of awe of Voldmort made him just stay there wondering if he should reach out, his hand He hesitated like a convulsion, and the corners of his mouth twitched more and more.Until Vidi felt the hesitation of the person in front of him, and raised his eyebrows impatiently, Abraxas finally understood, and hugged the little Voldmort into his arms with all his strength. Although he felt the lord's stiffness, this tofu will not be eaten now. I can't eat it anymore. As Malfoy's Patriarch, of course he knows that it is reasonable to get the benefits on the spot.However, Hot Kiss, in order not to be oppressed to wailing in his future work, he still secretly cut this plot.

In order not to laugh, he specially dripped pepper water on the handkerchief, um, Merlin, he seems to have dripped too much, the tears rolled down drop by drop, and he couldn't stop.Hearing Rossini recite his lines in pain and stiffly, the corners of Abraxas's mouth curled up.He thought, this line is really good, every word pierces the heart, every sentence is equivalent to gently and delicately tearing and scratching the heart of the mixed race.Rossini really performed very well, the arrogance of the nobleman, the complete contempt, all the attitudes were like throwing the half-breed into a pit of despair, and then buried him one by one until he couldn't see it at all. To hope and light, until, cut off all his dependence.

Abraxas also felt the anger and fury that Voldmort in his arms tried to control when he heard Rossini's lines. Abraxas looked down and saw the child in his arms tightly holding Fisting, frowning, empty eyes worriedly turned in the direction of the hybrid.Abraxas, very unloved by colleagues, had foreseen the miserable life after Rossini.

After finally reaching the end of the performance, he helped LORD out of the door, feeling the weak hesitation in the footsteps of the little lord in his arms and the struggle on his face when he heard the thin black-haired child calling softly.Abraxas sighed in his heart, it seemed that this child's influence was really great, even surpassing their status in Voldmort's mind.This thin, ordinary child still seemed to need Lucius to pay more attention and even protect him secretly.

It's a pity that the meeting with the child again was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.The dazzling red blood, the black shadow of death, the terrified crowd and the body covered by white, it was like a flower that hadn't had time to unfold its life, being trampled down in the rain.