[HP] Devil is alive

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"Messiah Malfoy!"

He couldn't hear the trivial discussions from around, and even the expression on his face didn't have any cracks.Messiah walked up to the stage step by step, maintaining an impeccable demeanor.

The scarlet eyes closely followed the slender figure, except for a second pause in the movement of raising the glass, there was no other change.He could even turn his head and look elsewhere.

The distance between them is only a few meters...

Messiah felt that his heart was in a mess, and his strong mental power could not help him sort out his thoughts.The things in front of him were shaking, and he sat on the wooden chair completely by feeling - and by this, saved him from falling to the ground at any time.

It was just such a few simple steps, it seemed that it took all his strength.

They may all have witnessed the scene of reunion when they dreamed back at midnight. They couldn't help but hug each other tightly and release their anxiety wantonly; or let the sourness in their hearts infect all nerves and turn them into tears; I don't know each other, just pass by like this, I can't keep it...

The reunion came so suddenly, like Merlin's prank. Voldemort never thought that he could be so calm when facing the Messiah.

Is this fate?

As long as the Messiah stood there, amidst the vast crowd, Voldemort would naturally be able to spot him.Just like the first sight when he was born, this light named Messiah replaced the helplessness and panic, and shone into his world unimpeded, dooming his past, present, and future wishes.He longed for him crazily, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, flustered and at a loss, but he also knew very firmly what he had been pursuing all along.

His figure, his posture, his temperament...even if he pretends to be Voldemort, he has rehearsed it countless times in his heart, and it has become a habit. With his eyes closed, he can outline the outline of the Messiah.This brand is engraved into the soul, even if it goes to the end of time, the soul will never die and will never be forgotten...

So Messiah, if you pretend not to know me, I can see it.

Can I take this as a tacit understanding between us, as if we are still worried about each other, in such a large audience, because we are concerned about each other's safety and distress, it is difficult to explain, so even if we know each other, we pretend It looks like I don't know anything.

The man in Voldemort's arms - the rumored eldest son of Voldemort Slytherin who was born with defects - was in fact his elder brother Messiah Riddle who had been revived with all his efforts.

When he saw a pair of lifeless eyes looking at him that day, he had obviously lost his heart, and the severe colic still made him unable to stand still.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing that he thought he had mastered everything, but he couldn't even revive a single person.Suddenly he wanted to cry, he lost his original pursuit, and the despair that he might never find it made him suffocate!

He pinned his hope on the Eye of Truth left by the Messiah, crying like a lost child looking for support, but helplessly...anything about the Messiah, the Eye of Truth replied silently...

He felt like he was going crazy, driven crazy by such silence, driven crazy by his own failure!Besides having no soul, this "Messiah" even remembers some words from the past...

Tom, keep calm.

Tom, protect yourself.

Don't leave any dangerous tinder, Tom.

Tom, you should go to rest.

Heh, these words come out as if he is still alive...

He faced all these similar things day and night, and the pain of failure whipped him all the time, but he was so happy for it like a madman!Knowing that it was just an empty shell... He still couldn't kill him, letting his most important heart stay in an incompetent and ignorant body...

How can I kill this person, even if it's just a shell...it's...Messiah Riddle!

He wanted to say that he didn't believe in fate, so even Merlin couldn't take it away from him!It wasn't that he was afraid that the treasure would be lost, and comforted himself cowardly with a puppet... No.He hugged this lifeless puppet covered in thorns, stabbing himself bloody, just to remind himself that the road is still long...

Messiah, I don't want to see you angry, and I don't want to read my disappointment in your eyes.Now that you have returned to this dead body, I will find a way to destroy it—you know, even if I just think so, even if what I hold in my arms is just a body, it is still a crime for me to defile him and strangle him!I cherish everything about you, sick, paranoid, I don't know what kind of feelings I have for you, I can only be sure: I love you, between friends, relatives, lovers, you Occupies all my feelings, and I am willing to give you everything I have.

That gaze finally came back to him, burning like a sharp knife on his back.Messiah held his breath, and seemed to hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, surprisingly fast and surprisingly loud.

"Well, don't be so nervous." The old hat on Messiah's head said to himself, "Where should you be assigned? You should go to Slytherin, where every generation of Malfoy comes from. You crave attention, which is rare, you're a Malfoy!"

Messiah straightened his spine suddenly, and said in a slightly unsteady voice: "I think you can hurry up?"

His hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help shaking, and cold sweat broke out.Said to hurry up, but Messiah himself did not know whether he had the strength to stand up.

His head was more dizzy than before sitting down.

"Don't be so impatient young man, this is related to your life!" Mr. Hat continued earnestly, "However, although you desire to be noticed, you will not fight for it, you are content with the status quo - you dare not be ambitious. You know It's wrong for someone without ambition to go into Slytherin. A Malfoy...that's really..."

"Nonsense." The leg that stepped on the chair pedal slipped suddenly, and Messiah's body shook.

"Ah, maybe you should go to Gryffindor?" The Sorting Hat was doing his job dutifully, "Enthusiastic and brave... How bad, you are world-weary! The only courage you have is not to others but to yourself. You're strong when it comes to things that other people see as scary - strong when you hurt yourself - it's not good to do that..."

"So Hufflepuff? No, no, no, you've inherited Malfoy's cunning, you're good at lying... Well, it's actually a trick, yes, a trick! That smart you should be in Ravenclaw! Well, Seems pretty good!" The dirty and worn-out hat pondered for a moment, then said regretfully, "No, no, no, I'm very sorry, you're still tired of studying! Why? You know a lot!

"You have the characteristics of the four houses, but at the same time they are all fundamentally different. This is really... Slytherin!"

After twisting the Sorting Hat for nearly ten seconds, it finally came to a judgment, which was different from before.For students like Malfoy, the Sorting Hat knows where to go almost as soon as it touches their hair!

However, Lucius finally breathed a sigh of relief. It should be that the problem of the Messiah is more complicated, so the Sorting Hat is also very tangled.

At least the Messiah came to Slytherin...

"Are you okay, Mia?" Lucius pulled Messiah to sit beside him, and the other little snakes moved back in a disciplined manner.

"It's okay." Messiah replied softly. I don't know if it was a coincidence that he was almost leaning against Lucius.

Feeling his brother's discomfort, Lucius tried his best to restrain his anxiety, showing the stupidity that a "stupid brother" should have.He thought again of what his father had said about Messiah leaving the City of Glory himself.This secret makes him feel uneasy, but there is no way to find out. Everyone knows it well, but they want to pretend that they don't know anything!You can't ask, you can't think, he thought that as long as he held his brother's hand, he could calm down his whole heart, but in fact...he couldn't...

Every time Messiah mentioned Glory City, the subtle changes he showed kept reminding him: his younger brother had a big secret, and this secret might make him lose him again!

Oh, Merlin's tail...

Now that the Lord is in front of the stage, and the Lord's daughter has also come to Hogwarts, the messiah's unusual appearance means that this secret will be revealed soon, doesn't it...

For the first time, Lucius didn't dare to look into the Lord's eyes, the man who almost became his godfather, whom he respected and looked up to since he was a child...

"I don't want the second person to know about this." The man on the stage narrowed his blood-red eyes and rubbed the ring on his finger, as if he completely ignored what happened on the long table in Slytherin.

"Yes, great young Lord Slytherin." The Sorting Hat immediately and honestly assured.

Voldemort picked up the wine glass, gracefully swirled the purple wine in the glass, and looked at the people at the long table through the thin layer of color.

Hey, this is not cheating, you tell me, you have to be able to use all the resources around you.

I'm still waiting for you to open up to me, but before that, please allow a Slytherin to be fully prepared, we will not do things that are not sure, and I cannot... hurt you.

In a trance, he heard that Snape had also entered Slytherin.Seeing the black-haired boy sitting beside him calmly and without humility, Messiah rationally told him what to say at this time, so that the boy could feel his care, opened his mouth, but felt unable to say anything...

He had never felt so confused before, and after a while, sweat had already made his palms wet.

"I'm assuming that the noble little Mr. Malfoy won't lose his limbs after being around in front of everyone?" The black-haired boy asked coldly, with deep disdain in his tone.

The little snakes around all looked here intentionally or unintentionally. As the most noble family in the magic world, the Malfoy family concealed the existence of the second son. Is there any other intention?And is there anything special and noteworthy about this black-haired boy who is following Messiah Malfoy?They secretly looked at the Lord on the stage, hoping to see some clues...

It's the first night of entering the academy, and the owls are about to get busy.

"Dear Sif, you are a dishonest person." Lucius said with a smile.

"I didn't expect Lucius that you thought Slytherin had the characteristic of being honest..." After he said out of his habitual counterattack, Snape suddenly remembered that he was not admitting that he was actually caring about Messiah Ya?

Seeing the messiah who had changed back to his original face, his face was more delicate than that of an adult, he smiled slightly at him, a thin layer of blush appeared on Snape's pale face, and he pursed his lips and looked silently at him. bunny.The little rabbit also looked at him tacitly...

"Lucius, why don't you introduce me?" asked the blond girl sitting opposite them.

Messiah wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingertips, his gaze seemed to be still here, making his movements very stiff—at least Messiah thought so.

"He's my brother..."

Luckily, Lucius was on the sidelines to introduce him. To be honest, Messiah is now like a few drums attached to his ears. The thumping sound made him have a headache, and he couldn't calm down to think at all.

Must calm down as soon as possible!Messiah clenched his fist tightly, let his nails dig into his palm, and forced himself to be calm.

He was completely unprepared to face Tom, and the series of flaws just now, it was obvious that Tom would notice him, what a terrible mistake!

He has a lot to say, a lot to ask...

After all this time, does Tom still remember him?Will it be remembered forever in ten or a hundred years?

——In that second of staring at each other, Tom's fleeting shock and joy were not his dazzled eyes.

In Tom's heart, will Messiah be his brother forever?

--can you?At this time, he, who is sitting high above a city, recognizes an expelled demon?

Why do you want to resurrect his corpse when you already have a wife and daughter?

——Can it be assumed that he still remembers... that eternal promise in his heart?

No, wouldn't that be too ridiculous...

Already have someone you love deeply, and still put your heart on "him", is this showing pity for him? !

Speaking of heart...

Messiah clearly said at the time that it would be better to become an elemental, but Tom chose the undead.

Regardless of the undead, the power he left behind at that time was more than enough to protect Tom from refining the elemental body, let alone the death lord who was one level weaker than the elemental body.But why, put the most important heart in "his" body, that waste body...

The will of the death lord—the heart of the undead king—the weakness “sent” by the gods in order to reflect fairness.The only "living" part condenses all the energy of the dead, once it is hit, it will be wiped out in ashes!

Don't say anything to miss...

don't say anything... it works...

Before the danger comes... kill him and take out the heart!Messiah stared at his right hand, trembling slightly, he didn't want to admit that it was the fear in his heart.Therefore, he would not think about the source of this fear...whether it was because he was afraid that Tom would resent him.

On the stage, the old headmaster sitting in the middle asked his former students and current "colleagues" beside him in an aged and gentle voice: "You seem a little happy? Voldy."

"My dear Nina is entering school today. As a father, I am naturally proud." Voldemort showed a standard aristocratic smirk, and sipped the red wine in his glass.

"I thought you would pay more attention to your godson. I just found out that the other one is called Messiah." Dumbledore's blue eyes revealed the look of a curious baby.

"The Malfoy family is looking forward to his birth. You know their family is a single generation. Abra said that he dreamed of having a brother every day when he was a child." Voldemort explained with a good temper.

"Well, it's a nice name... I seem to have heard it somewhere..." Dumbledore recalled with some difficulty.

Just pretend, professor!

"I think this name is very good." Voldemort shrugged freely, acquiescing that the name was established under his influence.

Messiah……

great savior...

mine……

The heartbeat that left him was found again, Voldemort lowered his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Nina Austin!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"No!" The little girl jumped off the chair and shouted, "I'm going to Slytherin!!!"

There was a dead silence in the hall...

Voldemort sighed, his little girl was anxiously screaming at the Sorting Hat: "You're an idiot! No brains! Foolish loyalty! Ridiculous..."

"Hufflepuff!!!" The Sorting Hat opened its mouth wide to defend its dignity.

"I'm going to Slytherin!!!"

"Nina," Voldemort called softly, "did you lose your etiquette on the Hogwarts Express?"

The little girl trembled and looked at Voldemort with tears in her eyes.

little snake...

Loyalty is what pets...

It's a compliment...

Voldemort looked at his little snake with some dumbfounding, but the final result was naturally that the little snake retreated willingly.

All this, in the eyes of others, was the strictness of Voldemort as a parent and head of Slytherin.

In the eyes of smart people like Dumbledore, it was Voldemort's tolerance and love for the little girl.

Unfortunately, the Messiah is the latter...

"Princeus Oscentius!"

"Ravenclaw!"