HP for world peace

Holding a photo taken from the side in his hand, Voldemort stepped Durmstrang's Murray into the water with a pitiful and holy expression on the face of the man in white.The slightly golden sunlight shone on his face, creating a soft halo, making that beautiful face even more sacred and inviolable.

He is wayward again. Voldemort sighed, feeling helpless at his father's ruthless approach, his subordinates carefully collected the photos.Then he took out "Soul and Reincarnation" and read it in an armchair by the burning fireplace in the cellar.

The next day, the registration of players for the three-school league began.Vikram, who was always absent from the banquet, also arrived on time and sat two seats away from the principal's right.Beside him, Hogwarts Transfiguration Professor Dumbledore and Flying Professor Edward, two noisy lions were whispering something to him.And he listened with his usual gentle and comfortable smile, and occasionally he would interject a sentence to drive the two lions crazy.

"Hey, who is that man in the white robe? He is so handsome." A boy from Durmstrang sitting at the Slytherin table asked the people around him.

Lucretia.Black, a black-haired and lonely girl in the seventh grade, glanced at this impudent boy, and replied, "Professor Vikram.Slytherin of Hogwarts Ancient Mageweaves is a noble majesty. I advise you not to provoke Professor Vikram. .”

"It's the one who knocked Professor Murray unconscious! Merlin..."

"Professor Vikram, it's quite scary." Abraxas, a good friend beside him, said so.

The corners of Voldemort's happy lips curved a little, "Powerful magic power and unrivaled skill." The height he wanted to surpass.

"I just don't understand. With Professor Vikram's ability, he can definitely become a wizard as famous as the most famous contemporary Mr. Grindelwald. Why has he been unknown for so many years. Now the nobles are scrambling to persuade him, Professor Vikram Doesn't seem to care much about the development of his great Slytherin family."

"He has no pursuit of utilitarianism, and living as he pleases is what he has always been doing."

Abraxas watched as Voldemort turned his face to look at Professor Vikram on the teacher's bench. He had the same jet-black hair, the same skin that was so white that the girls who took care of their skin every day were jealous, and the same crimson eyes that hid many unknown secrets.There is also an amazing charm that is also revealed inadvertently, making people willing to bow down.He said in his heart: You are as scary...

When the opening announcement of the Ministry of Magic Sports Minister fell, the young wizards in the hall whispered to each other. Voldemort squinted his red eyes, and tapped the long-handled silver spoon with his fingertips on the carved water glass. The metal collided. A crisp low moan spread out like water waves.Seeing the chief's actions, the long table of Slytherin fell silent first, and then the hall fell into a mysterious silence.

Voldemort stood up, straightened his robes gracefully and walked towards the teacher's bench. He took out the yew wand that Vikram bought with him in Diagon Alley when he was 11 years old, and started the player selection test. With his yew wand, Voldemort wrote in graceful blue letters his name, Voldemort.

Hidden under the wide sleeves and on his wristband was his other wand, a more powerful one, more in tune with the dark element, custom made for him by Vikram during his school year.That's his trump card.The wand is an important companion of the wizard!

His godfather, Gellert. Grindelwald, a famous black wizard in Germany, owned a powerful elderberry wand.

In fact, what Voldemort was more curious about was the inner core of the wand that Vikram had customized for him. He had tried this transparent yew wand with the godfather that only he could use, and its casting power was no less than that of an elderberry wand.He had two wands with the same yew body in his hand, but the one Vikram gave him was unusually powerful, the only difference being the inner core.The blood of the black elves.There is no doubt that this must be a very rare or even hideous creature, difficult to subdue. Voldemort guessed that Vikram must have come into contact with these creatures in his days as an adventurer.

He doesn't know anything about his past.

Voldemort was really upset when he realized this.

The three-dimensional printed characters floated in the air to show everyone.

◤Name: Voldemort Gender: Male Age: 15 Subordination: Hogwarts fifth-year prefect◥.

Magic: A Physique: B Charm: A + Potion: B +

Life energy: S

Specialties: Rune, Black Magic, Curse, Transformation, Parseltongue.

Note: Policy.

◣Comprehensive Index: A＋◢

Surprised voices sounded everywhere, and the underage wizards of Slytherin cast admiring glances at him. Voldemort knew that this set of stats for his age was indeed too much beyond the average level, but how powerful Vikram should be.He almost doesn't use a wand, and he does magic without a magic wand. The godfather said that he is No. 1 in the magic world.

With the first mover, it will be easier for the next ones.

Durmstrang's werewolf Murray, and only Durmstrang who advocates black magic dares to hire dangerous werewolves, vampires, banshees...

Voldemort mocked Murray's fierce stare with silent contempt.

Vikram at the teacher's table glanced at them, then turned his gaze casually to the old Hogwarts headmaster. Edward had already enthusiastically stepped forward to sign up, and the headmaster reminded Vikram, who was calm, to sign up with unambiguous words.

Voldemort noticed that Edward's testing properties were unexpectedly... not human. Vikram is not surprised by this set of data.And Vikram's test results... are also not like what humans should have.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dark and unpredictable.

Seeing this, Abraxas turned his head silently.It seems that someone is going to be unlucky again.

After the dinner was over, Voldemort went back to the room to think about the unusual test results after rejecting the senior prefect's proposal for a celebration party.Magic power, physique, spells, and potions are two extremes. From this point of view, Vikram does not use magic very rarely, but habitually does not use magic. Magic is not his instinct.There is no wizard whose instinct is not to use magic, unless he is a Squib, or, a magical creature who considers magic optional to use another power.For example, vampires use more of their powers.

Lineage is passed on.

Voldemort lowered his eyelids, "I'm a wizard."

The next day Voldemort resolutely and forcefully took the nerdy Vikram away to study potions and spells.At the very least, he had to tutor to a level comparable to his magic power and physique.

After a whole day of intense tutoring, Voldemort moved away the mountain of books that had been turned over and piled aside with admiration. He thought that no matter how smart he was or how good his memory was, he would never be able to be like Vikram. content of one page.How much more did he surprise him.

Voldemort gripped the book tightly in his hand, very hard.He doesn't really know much about him, even though they've lived under one roof for many years.I don't know about his past, and I still don't know about his unrevealed side.

Thin bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his affection.

Looking up again at the person sitting at the desk, the smooth black hair was sprinkled on the side of his warm and fair face, and draped over his not-so-broad shoulders.His back is straight and straight. In Voldemort's memory, he always sits upright and stands upright, with a smile as clear as snow melting in spring, and his slender and tall body exudes an elegance that no one can imitate. No one dares to underestimate the dignity.

Voldemort liked his bright red eyes very much, pure red, giving the illusion of transparency under the sun, his eyes would be dull and empty when no one was around, maybe he was in a daze.But when he looks at a person, he will look at it seriously. These red eyes are calm and unwavering, which makes people calm down and feel at ease.

Voldemort closed the book in his hand and looked at the man intently.His thick eyelashes are drawn down, making it difficult to see his quiet eyes. Voldemort inadvertently recalled that when Vikram squinted at others, there was a hint of magic in those cocked eyes.Even the corners of his light-colored lips will show a bit of coolness.

He must be used to being cold-eyed and contemptuous of others.

Or the unknown past...

Vikram raised his eyes to look at him, and Voldemort remembered that he was always sensitive to other people's gaze, so he looked away, and opened the book in his hand again.

Time passed little by little, and finally closed the book, Voldemort tapped with his fingertips, and the silver-green font showed that the time was close to 12 o'clock in the morning.Over there, Vikram had overfulfilled his task and was sitting in an armchair with tired eyes closed between brows. Voldemort stepped forward and rubbed his forehead, "Have a headache?"

"En." He responded softly, a little confused.

"Is this strength acceptable?" Voldemort bent down and asked closer, smelling the faint cold fragrance of his body with the tip of his nose.

"kindness."

There was a smile on the corner of Voldemort's lips, "Let's stay and rest today."

"Well... I want to take a bath."

Voldemort blushed slightly, "I'm going to fill up the bath water, you sit for a while."

For the first time Voldemort thanked the head Slytherin's room for it's luxurious bathroom.And Vikram likes to take a hot bath.

Filled with hot water, Vikram was ready to undress and go into the water, Voldemort turned his back to the laundry basket and began his intense psychological battle at the moment.

In fact, asking to take a bath with Vikram is something, after all, they still have a father-son relationship, don't they?want to say?This is very dangerous, and it's hard to guarantee whether I will do something on the spur of the moment.

He hesitated left and right, during which time he even took his pajamas and went out. By the time he came to his senses, he had already taken off his clothes and soaked in the smoky water... Voldemort held his forehead weakly and cursed an idiot inwardly.Vikram, whose eyes have already slipped to the other side of the pool to close his eyes, has a beautiful line of jaw, neck, collarbone, and...

Voldemort felt that his blushing was too obvious, so he turned his head to the side in embarrassment to wake up.

It is not a man who is still awake at this time! Voldemort grabbed the towel that was set aside and leaned towards the source of his crime, "Father, let me wipe your back."

Vikram lazily rolled his eyelids and turned his back to lie on the edge of the pool.The towel was wet, his fingers trembled slightly, and he pretended to be calm, sticking the white towel on his slender waist that was whiter than the white new towel in his hand.The slightly cool and delicate skin under his hands made him relax his movements, the towel was too rough, he must change the silk handkerchief next time!

In fact, he didn't want to control his uncontrollable eyes, wandering around this beautiful body. Vikram's build was closer to that of a teenager than a grown man's broad, muscular, slender, slender, and thin.

Unbelievably perfect, too perfect to be a human being.And him, his appearance has not changed at all, not even a wrinkle has grown.That's why, when Vikram came to teach at Hogwarts, the little snakes who came to Slytherin who were good at drawing clues from subtleties didn't realize that he was actually his father, not his brother.

Not really human.

Voldemort recalled that time, when Vikram jumped off the broom angrily and twisted his waist to teach him a lesson, when he went to rub the medicine on his body at night... ahem, when he talked about blood Confused, he asked himself where he came to the conclusion that he had the blood of magical creatures.

"Father, you are hiding from me that you have some blood of magical creatures." Voldemort heard himself ask calmly.

"So what?" He answered easily.

They are in the same blood, what else can they do.Bloodlines.

"Has father's magical creature lineage awakened? Can you tell me what kind of creature it is?" Voldemort asked calmly.

Vikram replied flatly, "It's an elf."

"Why, then, have I never felt in myself the part of the elf blood. I am your child, am I not, Father."

"Why not? Your life energy has reached S. The life energy higher than any creature is the characteristic of a long-lived elf."

"What's the matter, Voldy?" he asked, facing him.

"You never told me that."

It annoyed Voldemort to realize that he really didn't know him well enough.

His eyes fell on his neck, which was stained with water, and the collarbone that he wanted to kiss. Voldemort indulged himself against his body, held his thin and flexible waist, and opened his mouth to grab the flesh of his neck where the light blue veins were visible. , as he imagined, smooth.It seemed that even the cold fragrance on his body was contained in his mouth.Intoxicated.

After a moment of sluggishness, Vikram patted his shoulder as usual, pushed him away, put on his pajamas and went to sleep after taking a bath.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't notice.

Immediately afterwards, he tightened his lips, got up and stepped out of the bathtub to take a cold shower.

The icy water cools his feverish head and his throbbing body.

He didn't forget that when he hugged Vikram just now, even after soaking in hot water for so long, Vikram still maintained a lower body temperature than ordinary people... at least one-third of the elven blood.

It is impossible to pass it down to him...

Voldemort said blankly, "I'm just a wizard."

Bloodlines are the source of a wizard's magic.

Perhaps he should look into the marriages of the descendants of Slytherin, which ancestors and elves combined to produce offspring.