[HP] Devil is alive

After dinner, the students followed the prefects back to the common room.Messiah thought that this would be all right, but unexpectedly, in the luxuriously furnished common room hall of Slytherin College, he saw again... a person who would entangle him whether he saw it or not.

Voldemort sat lazily on the big sofa by the fireplace, holding his "eldest son" in his arms, with a relaxed expression.

"Welcome to Slytherin House..." The Snake King, who was leaning on the sofa, said slowly, and turned around with a sneer, "Of course this is a lie, heh..."

His blood-red eyes swept over the freshmen present and the old students behind him, as if he could see through the flesh and see into people's hearts, which made people feel a little terrified.

"I hate anyone..." the handsome Duke said seriously with his chin propped on one hand.

Suddenly, he tilted his head naively again, and said innocently, "Well...this is also a lie."

Every word of his seems to come from the heart, making people unconsciously convinced.However, when he overthrows it himself, it makes people feel that he is really just joking.Many people's palms were sweating, and Voldemort's treacherous character made them puzzled, so they could only stand there engrossed in order to react at any time—a general reaction.

"Be careful, there are liars everywhere here. Of course, isolating yourself is also self-defeating." Fortunately, Voldemort didn't intend to keep playing with the newborn snakes like this.

Messiah deliberately stood behind several people, looking at people not far away through some gaps.

Not far from him, there was also a person looking at him—Lucius...his brother.

His behavior may bring disaster to the family, but Messiah can't do it without killing the puppet and leaving Tom's heart in a waste body.

He hung his head, unable to face Tom, and unable to bear Lucius' gaze.

The experience of his first life told him not to accept other people's favors easily, even if it is true... He is a demon, why should he be entangled with human beings?Their fickleness, their thinking, even if the Messiah studied hard, he could not fully understand it.

The gap between the non-my race cannot be erased after all, maybe one day when they discover his true identity...

The sleeves of the robes were pulled, Messiah turned his head immediately, and saw Snape looking at him... and at the same time winking... winking at him in an imperceptible way?

Messiah followed his gaze, and Tom was looking in this direction, as if... no, he was looking at him!

The heat that had not been completely subsided came back one after another, and Messiah was a little flustered. He unconsciously licked his lips and looked at the fireplace beside Tom, as if he suddenly became interested in it.

—Tom found him, as he had found him.

So what will Tom do...

This question lingered in his mind, and he clearly longed for an answer, but Messiah didn't let himself think about it.This step was so heavy that he couldn't take it, and even wanted to retreat.

Sensing Messiah's panic, Voldemort had to look away.There was even a flaw in the disguise. Messiah must be very confused. He... dare not, and he is not willing to let this person be hurt again.I have to say that the black-haired boy next to Messiah is very sharp...someone who can bring him by his side. Voldemort said with a strange feeling in his heart.

"It doesn't matter, even a fool has his own meaning. To please others, he is treated as a pawn..." Voldemort said sarcastically, "Oh, but it's better to figure it out. Since you are stupid, be honest and don't To have the Slytherin gem taken away because of you - it's ugly."

The words were obviously extremely ugly, but when they came out of his mouth, they seemed to be singing praises, ignoring those words, it would make one feel ecstatic.

The head of Slytherin is a perfect man!This was an evaluation that had been widely circulated in several sessions—even during Voldemort's school days.Appearance, manners, school years, strength, status, wealth... No matter how picky people are, they can't find his shortcomings.It is no exaggeration to say that even if it is sharp irony, a group of people will be fascinated by Voldemort's sexy voice!

"Rules belong to the weak, and I allow you to violate school rules. But... my dear, don't let me find out, otherwise, I will be very disappointed, very disappointed." Voldemort finished speaking in a reserved voice, standing gracefully stand up.

The black-haired child who was very similar to him in his arms leaned over obediently, clinging to his chest.The empty eyes make the child's delicate face look a little weird...

This situation has been going on for many years, and the pretense of the so-called eldest son of the Duke of Slytherin is crumbling, as weak as a piece of paper.When Bellatrix, who the Black family crazily admired Voldemort, had been in school, the child had always looked like this. Earlier... Being in the Malfoy family in Glory City who has a very good relationship with the Duke, he naturally knew something...

A thin child who was eight or nine years old when he first appeared, and who still maintains this appearance until today when his sister goes to school, how can he be normal.

After Voldemort left, Lucius came out from behind the freshman and stood beside the sofa where Voldemort was sitting just now.As the sixth-year head of Slytherin House, and as the head of the Boys' Union, he is fully qualified to stand in that position.

"The following is the selection of first-year prefects. What I want to explain here is that prefects above the fourth grade are eligible to receive Lord's magic guidance once every three days. Of course, if they can be re-elected, the third grade can start. According to the results of each subject, Those who excel can apply for additional guidance..." Lucius said, winking at Messiah and Snape indistinctly, "There are no rules, but there is only one winner..."

As soon as Lucius' words fell, the little wizards pulled out their wands one after another, and for a while, prank magic such as "Grin Hula", "Tarantella Dance", "Front Teeth Matching a Stick" and some difficult tricks such as "Swoon" , "Disarm you" spells sounded.But this lively scene lasted only a few seconds, and soon everyone found themselves powerless, and the wands in their hands slipped one by one.

The nearest people swayed and fell down, and the freshmen on the edge began to stand unsteadily... Snape put on the potion, and was about to pretend that he was also hit, but he heard another one coming from beside him. The sound of the wand falling to the ground.

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"Severus Snape..." Lucius walked gracefully towards them, clapping his hands, "Brilliant... potion use."

The senior students who were not far away discussed in low voices. Lucius supported Messiah, who was also shaking, and said with a smile, "From today onwards, you are the first-grade prefect."

Snape glanced at Messiah who was rubbing his forehead, and said a lukewarm "Yeah", "The medicine works for one minute."

"It's okay." Lucius shrugged freely and said indifferently.

After the "Freshman Welcome Party", the prefects above the fourth grade were going to accept Voldemort's homework check.Messiah could have had a single room, but after thinking about many things, he still chose to share a dormitory with Snape.The strict enrollment system keeps the number of Slytherin students from being many. The so-called two-person room and single room, in fact, the biggest difference is only psychological.

It is more luxurious than the common room, but at the same time it is more comfortable. The dormitory is spacious enough, and the students can arrange it by themselves to a certain extent.There is nothing dissatisfied with the Messiah.Of course, although Snape's face was not very good-looking, in fact he was not unhappy because the Messiah came to share the dormitory with him-some children didn't say it on the surface, but they still hoped... able to stay with him all the time.

Messiah sat on his bed, hugged the little rabbit, and said to Snape who was sorting out the books, "In the beginning, the Sorting Hat wanted to sort me into Ravenclaw."

The black-haired boy paused for a moment.

"But it quickly said that I'm not suitable for Ravenclaw... Well, because I'm tired of studying." Messiah smiled softly when he finished speaking.

Snape looked back at him, but said nothing.

"Some opportunities can only be given to those who need them to show their preciousness and value. Just like a person who is tired of studying, he will be out of place when entering Ravenclaw. It may even make people feel that he is insulting that academy. "

It's not that Messiah hates studying, it's just that...

Sometimes, learning a lot and then dying and going to another world can feel... emptiness.

There are a lot of accumulated things, but when I open my eyes, I find that they are useless.The accumulation in the heart cannot be forgotten, the only function is to remind you of the relentless passage of time and the unrelated worlds you have experienced.So, Messiah never liked...

Snape was a good student, smart enough, hardworking enough, not talkative, but would try to do everything the best he could.Maybe he doesn't know as much as Messiah, but he is more like an adult than Messiah...

The bedroom suddenly became quiet.The little rabbit broke free from Messiah's arms and jumped to Snape's feet.He raised his head, letting his long ears hang down, his honest and pitiful appearance was endearing.

More importantly, he is bound to go further than the Messiah...

Late at night, Messiah lay on his bed, staring at the void with his eyes open, unable to sleep.

The fluctuations of dark elements in the air are very clear, as if they are deliberately reminding someone of their arrival.

thumping—

thumping—

He stood in the dark, only a few steps away from him...

He was lying on the bed, obviously not asleep, but he didn't move either...

Voldemort quietly stared at those strands of platinum-blond hair, gradually fascinated.

The surrounding scenery slowly faded, as if the hourglass of time was turned upside down, returning to a long, long time ago... the scene he had dreamed many times——

They enrolled together...

Entered the college founded by the ancestor Salazar Slytherin...

He pushed open the door of the dormitory, and the faint moonlight cast a shallow silhouette on the bed, his Messiah was sitting on the bed.In the dark night, he is the only ray of light, clear and light, as if icy, and you will only notice it when you get close, it is so warm!

He approached him cautiously, with a smile on the corner of his Messiah's lips, softening the corners of his mind.

He has a pure-colored soul that looks like an elf, is good at disguising and various methods, and treats others including himself very coldly and mercilessly... But when facing him, his Messiah will be more gentle and serious ——more than anyone else!

At this time, he always felt that the two of them were the most important ones to each other.

his messiah...

his light...

his savior...

He never dared to say, if I get you, I get the whole world—yes, he has ambitions, he can deceive anyone, but he will never lie to him.

So my messiah, my fallen demon brother, how about we hold this world in our hands together?

You just do what you want to do.

I will hold before you what you desire.

Heal your body, heal your eyes.

Keeping you in the deepest part of my heart... hugging you every moment!

There are too many dreams like this...

Every night, every night, no matter what happened, he would dream about him.

Messiah is always sitting on the bed, or drawing something, or carving something.When you hear his voice, you will raise your head and say to him...you are back.

At that moment, he seemed to have found his home, and his tired body and mind longed for his warmth—a hug is also good!

He walked over quickly, and couldn't wait to touch his cold face with his fingertips.

However, when the dream reaches this point, it is already the end...

Messiah will be reduced to ashes because of his touch... It's as if he killed him with his own hands!

Then he woke up with a start and found himself in tears.The uncontrollable pain spread to all the limbs, just like the cruciate bone that the professors talked about!It hurts so much that I can't breathe!He desperately hugged his wand—the wand that Messiah made out of his own bones, tightly, hurting himself, cutting himself, panting violently...

In the end, all he could say was...he was used to it.

During those few hours of sleep, he restrained his hands and feet, stood not far away, and looked at him quietly.

Just look at it like that, see him smile like he's alive.His Messiah regained his eyes, and his face was reflected in the dark pupils.They looked at each other silently, for a long time, firmly, as if they could go to the end of the world like this.

But the last last...

He had been deprived of his dream—by himself.

Because one day, Abraxas said with a surprised face: Voldy, were you joking just now?Oh Merlin!It's just... so realistic!

He didn't understand, went back to the back of the dormitory and faced the mirror, and finally saw his sunken eye sockets under the eyes of reality, and even his cheeks were sunken in, his whole body was showing a near-death decadence!

He shattered the mirror in horror, blood rolled from the wound, and in the deep red, he looked through the mirror and vaguely saw a skeleton sitting on the bed behind him!

A...a terrifying skeleton with a scythe...

That night, he opened the door again. "Messiah" still sat there and said to him: You are back.

He walked over, drew his wand from his pillow, and pointed at the person on the bed...

The dream is completely over...

That was a shadow in his heart... It had accompanied him, affected him, and devoured him since the death of the Messiah!

It is named in the book: Nightmare Demon.They naturally exist in the wizard's body, and with the growth of some kind of sadness and unwillingness, when they reach a certain level, they will change into what the wizard thinks about, making the wizards nostalgic, and at the same time devouring the wizard's life!

They are invisible killers, because they are so rare that there is almost no way to resist them.Fortunately, he resisted, because two men: Abraxas and Messiah—

Nightmares are rarely found, and they are often with patients. Only those with outstanding insight can accidentally discover some clues—for example, Abra saw his face sunken in that flash, his eyes were bloodshot, similar to skeleton.

And getting rid of the Nightmare... Heh, far away, Voldemort didn't think it was very difficult. Dumbledore had also been hit by the Nightmare, but he was fine now.

Voldemort sometimes thought that whenever he was about to meet the "Messiah", the reason why the "Messiah" would be wiped out and he would be awakened was most likely the magic wand next to his pillow that saved him... that danger He had had the dream for nearly a year, but it only took three months at most for the Nightmare to kill a person!

His elder brother always planned everything very well and thoroughly. He gave him the eye of truth, gave him eternal protection, and gave him a memory whose value cannot be calculated... Maybe some people will question this kind of self Is it really me.Voldemort didn't take it seriously...

The Messiah offered him all kinds of help—yes.But the current Voldemort was created by Voldemort himself.Just as he dared not say that with the Messiah, the whole world would be created, the road was chosen by himself!

He had to admit that he - the Duke of Slytherin - Voldemort feared death.From birth, to the death of the Messiah, to the intrusion of the Nightmare, he brushed past the God of Death twice, and in the middle, the God of Death took away his dearest and most beloved person... He was afraid of death, hatred!Perhaps refining himself into a death lord, in addition to better resurrecting the Messiah, is also telling himself that he has defeated death...

Voldemort knew that there was a strong dark power in the wand left by the Messiah, which played an important role in his forging himself into an undead.It is conceivable that if he hadn't changed his mind and refined himself into an elemental body according to the original plan...then obviously, the power inside would be enough.

Voldemort has always been very clear that there is a difficult distance between a death lord and a pure elemental body, has he hesitated? --No.While thinking of the best way to resurrect the Messiah, Voldemort had already decided to turn himself into an undead.

—His Messiah deserves the best!

For many years with this person, Voldemort thought a lot about it. The Messiah seemed to be giving forcefully and arbitrarily, but in fact he had always done it carefully.He didn't ask for anything from him, didn't even tell him anything.The only thing revealed was the last hug before death, the deep sadness and despair, and only wishing him: you will become a great person...

Such a Messiah—his brother—his half body, Voldemort doesn't know what the Messiah has experienced in the past, and he doesn't know who he was in the past, he just believes that the Messiah... will always be his messiah...

He wants to dedicate the best things in the world to him!Don't let him be sad, don't let him be sad, let all troubles stay away from him!

Memories have long been dispersed, and at this moment in reality, he is standing here, only a few steps away from the person he never forgets.However, that person stubbornly wrapped himself in a quilt, didn't smile, didn't hug, even a glance...was stingy...

Voldemort opened his mouth, shouting choked in his throat, and then laughed silently.

Messiah, don’t worry, I’m not willing to embarrass you... Even if you don’t do anything, your existence is the greatest comfort to me—after losing you twice, I have to say, I’m scared ...

So even if I can think about it, my whole body is trembling, and my soul is trembling with longing, and the blood in my whole body is constantly boiling, shouting!He also has to restrain himself...

I don't want you, who is fragile, to be hurt again...

I don't want you, who is gentle, to fall into sadness again...

You don't have to do anything, you don't have to say anything, I do my best to love and understand you.One day in the future, I will find that even if the whole world leaves you, I will still be by your side.This is not something you can break free if you want to, we are the only ones for each other!I firmly believe, and please, believe this!

Under the dark light, the visitor also pretended to be an ordinary person, pretending that he couldn't see anything, and helped the boy tuck the quilt...

"Good night." He said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's dream.Just like his arrival, he left quietly.

There was a heavy heartbeat beside his ears, and Messiah pulled the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

— my father.

—You predicted my first "death".

——So, can you predict again, when will my destruction be?

——I long to sleep forever, as you ordered...

—Let the soul turn to dust, embrace the peaceful darkness, never wake up, no longer exist...

——I am looking forward to the day that will take me away from reincarnation, from... parting.