mystery lover

After finding Lucas in the auditorium, Charles only had a simple lunch, and then returned to Hufflepuff's dormitory with his friends.

Because he came and went in a hurry, Charles didn't know that the image of the Boggart he saw in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and the overreaction of Professor Crouch had been spread by many people, and the most controversial It was the same wand as the current Minister for Magic.

But at this moment, Little Badger, who was caught in the rumors and was recorded by more caring people, was still thinking about what kind of clothes he should wear when he went to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon without knowing it.

Charles stood in front of the mirror in the dormitory, looking at himself in the mirror with a bitter face.

Lucas on the side looked at him and couldn't help joking, "Charles, let me tell you, your father is really considerate, sending you so many clothes, I promise, when your internship is over, Your attire in front of that minister will not be repeated!"

"Lucas, do you really think these clothes are appropriate for me?"

When Charles spoke, the handsome boy in the mirror also frowned.

The white shirt is embroidered with delicate pinstripes, the dark green tie is interlaced with silver, the light gray sweater is paired with the pure black jacket outside, and the bright pair of Cheng Liang under the well-tailored trousers The black leather shoes that made Charles' eyes flash.

The boy blinked innocently at the Slytherin in the mirror who broke into the Hufflepuff dormitory by mistake.

Merlin...

It looks so strange...

The key point is that the clothes sent by his father are still such gorgeous and formal Slytherin style that shocks Charles Badger who is used to leisure.

Lucas carefully looked at his friend who turned around. Seriously, Charles really looked like those nobles from Slytherin College.

"You really look good in this outfit...Charle"

As Lucas said, he scratched his head with his right hand. He was used to seeing Charles in simple attire, and suddenly he saw his friend appearing in such an exquisite attire, so it would be a little strange, but Charles dressed like this is really... very nice.

"But Char, it's the first time I've seen you waxing... Haha, so cute."

"Lucas!"

Charles' face turned red and turned pale. Looking at Lucas who was smiling happily, he finally decided to ignore his friend's teasing.In fact, Charles is already very nervous now. The closer it is to the time to go to the Ministry of Magic, he feels that his hands will not stop shaking!

"Charles, are you nervous?"

Lucas stopped laughing, and he hesitated to speak when he looked at Charles.

"It's okay, don't worry about me."

Charles said, pulling a forced smile at his friend.

"Anyway... our whole family is Slytherin... At worst, we should learn from my brother... there shouldn't be any problem..."

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, that adult doesn't know how to eat people...

So, at one o'clock in the noon, Charles walked into the teacher's office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on time.

And Professor Crouch, who was sitting behind the desk, opened his eyes slowly after he entered the door. His indifferent eyes looked at the young man who walked in, making Charles suspect that the professor had maintained this posture since the morning conversation. changed.

"Good afternoon, Professor Crouch."

The young man greeted him politely. After nodding, Crouch stood up from his seat, walked around the desk and walked in front of Charles. Just like his attitude towards Charles in the past, it seemed that nothing happened in the morning.

"Let's go."

After Crouch finished speaking, he grabbed the boy's wrist and walked to the fireplace on one side.

After throwing a handful of Floo powder into it, he took Charles, who was stunned by his grasp of the wrist, into the fireplace without stopping.

After a while, when Charles stepped out of the fireplace, he was already in a wide hall.

People kept coming and going in the fireplaces on both sides of the hall, and Charles seemed to see a few familiar faces.

There were Hufflepuffs, and there were other houses.Hogwarts students are brought to the Ministry of Magic by different guides, depending on the Department of Internship.

And because Charles is the only intern in the minister's office, Professor Crouch has only him as a student here.

"Follow me."

Crouch's indifferent voice sounded above Charles's head, and only then did the boy notice that the other party had no idea when to let go of his hand.

Quietly following Professor Crouch, when passing by the conspicuous group of Slytherin students, Charles was greeted by various sights without any surprise.

In a blink of an eye, Charles was stunned by the two bright platinum colors.Looking at Draco Malfoy's proud appearance in the crowd, the long-haired man standing beside him should be Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, the current head of the Malfoy family.

The young man's gaze inevitably lingered for a moment on this well-known platinum nobleman in the wizarding world, not only because of his astonishing appearance.

Big Malfoy is now not only the director of the Department of International Magic Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, but also one of the core subordinates around that lord. As the Malfoy family, who have stood in the Dark Lord's camp from the very beginning, the Dark Lord ruled wizards. In the current world, their next heirs are indeed proud.

But the platinum boy's raised chin is really... very cute.

Feeling the hostility in the opponent's eyes, Charles thought helplessly.

Looking at the boy following Barty Crouch Jr., Lucius sized him up calmly. After realizing that his son had any real hostility towards that boy, the middle-aged man frowned insignificantly.

"Draco, don't mess with McAvoy."

Whispering to warn his son, Lucius certainly knew of Draco's immature jealousy, but no matter what happened in the future, McAvoy was now Lord's chosen one.

"...Understood, Dad."

*****

After leaving the atrium, Charles followed Professor Crouch to the Ministry of Magic elevator.

The originally nervous mood became a little more excited after coming to this place. This was the first time Charles had come to the Ministry of Magic.

"The place we just arrived through the Floo network is the eighth floor underground, the atrium foyer. Now let's go to the minister's office, which is on the first basement floor."

Seemingly unexpected that Professor Crouch would speak suddenly, Charles looked at the professor standing on the other side of the elevator with a cold face, and said shyly, "Thank you, Professor."

Is my curiosity too obvious?Charles thought awkwardly.

"The second basement floor is the Magic Law Enforcement Department, the third floor is the Accident and Disaster Department, the fourth floor is the Magical Creature Management and Control Department, the fifth floor is the International Magic Cooperation Department, the sixth floor is the Magic Transportation Department, and the seventh floor is the Sports Department."

Barty Crouch Jr. paused when he said this, and continued after his eyes met Charles's, "The ninth floor underground is the Department of Mysteries, I hope Mr. McAvoy will not be curious. Go there."

Hearing the implication in Professor Crouch's words, Charles' face blushed in embarrassment. Of course, he would not rush into places he shouldn't be...

"Of course, I sincerely suggest that Mr. McAvoy not enter other floors at will except the basement floor. After all, some places in the Ministry of Magic are still dangerous for Hufflepuff students who have not yet graduated. .”

"... yes professor."

Charles tried hard to control the corners of his eyes from twitching because of the professor's words, why did he think the basement floor was the most dangerous...

As the elevator stopped steadily, Charles finally arrived at his final destination today.

"What are you still doing?"

Crouch outside the elevator looked at the motionless young man in the elevator, his brows that had finally loosened because the mission was about to end frowned again.

"Sorry, Professor."

Charles walked out of the elevator quickly, looked at the office not far away, and swallowed nervously.

Barty Crouch Jr. glanced warningly at the cowering boy, which made the little badger tremble instinctively, but in the next second, a strong pressure of magic covered the quiet underground floor.

Looking at the powerful wizard coming out of the office, little Barty suppressed the momentary surprise in his heart caused by the appearance of his master, and looked at Lord Voldemort with burning admiration and respect.

"Owner."

Crouch respectfully knelt down in front of Voldemort.

At this moment, Charles appeared from the wizard with red eyes, until he saw his professor kneeling in front of the wizard, the boy was at a loss wondering if it would be okay to kneel down and salute like the professor now It's too late.

But before Charles acted, Voldemort over there had already got his loyal servant up, and he looked at Charles with an imperceptible smile.

After getting permission from his master, Crouch lowered himself to Voldemort's side, and when he was about to glance at Hufflepuff over there without a trace, he was startled by the boy's motionless look with his head down. I almost stare.

The stupid Hufflepuff fool!Does this weak look want to be directly Avada off by the master!

You must know that what the master hates the most is a useless servant.

No matter what was in Barty Crouch Jr.'s mind, after Voldemort asked him to back down, he could only silently glance at the back of the boy who was brought into the office by his master.

And this subconscious action made Crouch's pale face even more gloomy, and he didn't understand why he was worried about a Hufflepuff.

*****

Charles followed the man into the office, and after the man took the seat that belonged to the Minister of Magic, the boy stopped awkwardly in the middle of the office.

"Head up."

The majestic voice sounded in front of Charles, but it seemed to come from all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide. The young man tried hard to control his body not to tremble, and slowly raised his head to meet those red eyes.

Biting his lips, the youthful voice with a little trill sounded in this somewhat silent room.

"L...Lord"

After finishing speaking, Charles looked anxiously at the king of the wizarding world who was a few meters away from him, and couldn't believe that the legendary lord was so close to him.

And because of the boy's title, Voldemort on the sofa seemed to raise his eyebrows, but in Charles' view, the stern and dignified minister must be dissatisfied with the way he called him without authorization.

He secretly scolded himself as an idiot, knowing that in front of the Dark Lord, only his Death Eaters are entitled to honor him as Lord, why did he accidentally call out this transcendent title.

Charles suddenly felt that he might not be able to make it through the end of the internship, and he should be kicked out of the Ministry of Magic by this lord.

"That's your place over there."

Finally waiting for a reply, Charles followed Voldemort's gaze to the desk beside him, and looked at the desk on the right side of the office with some surprise, as if it looked like it was prepared for him.

No, no, he must be thinking too much.

Because of his own sentimental thoughts, the boy's tense and somewhat pale face turned red, so he didn't notice the darker red eyes of the man opposite him after seeing his expression.

But even if Charles found out about Voldemort's abnormality, he would only think that the minister was expressing his dissatisfaction with him, and instead he paid more attention to his every move with worry.

What the young man didn't know was that the moment Voldemort walked out of the office and saw him, he was poked in the heart by his cute and delicate outfit. This way Charles not only looked more energetic than ever, but also looked like a Slytherin. The clothes reminded Voldemort of many past times.

"I... can I do something for you..."

Before walking to the desk on the left, Charles looked at the man on the sofa inquiringly, hoping that the other party would not notice the address he deliberately omitted at the moment.

But for the first time, Charles seriously noticed that this grown-up also had black hair, oh, forgive him for ignoring these details before...but this is the same hair color as Tom...it looks so friendly.

Well, as soon as he made eye contact with Voldemort again, the thought of the lord being very kind stopped immediately.Sure enough, he still thought too much... The majesty of this adult made him just want to stand up straight.

"Make a copy of this."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he gestured to his table with his eyes.

Following that line of sight, Charles saw the black notebook placed in front of Voldemort.He quickly trotted to the front of the desk, and then carefully picked up the notebook.

Seeing the young man's actions, Voldemort suppressed the smile in his eyes, his little Char is just too cute.

Seeing the way the other party looked at him cautiously after picking up the notebook, Voldemort found that he couldn't help but want to hold his boy in his arms and ruthlessly ravage him.

"Okay, let's go."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he flipped through the documents on the desk with his slender fingers, and let the little badger beside him play by himself.

After Charles nervously sat behind the desk designated as his with his notebook in his arms, he didn't dare to neglect to pick up the pen and parchment that had been prepared on the desk and began to copy.

Although when he opened this notebook, the boy was puzzled for a moment, because he saw a strange wizard's name on the back of the cover, and as the content of the transcription increased, this strange feeling became stronger and stronger. ...

Finally, after Little Badger finished writing the method of using another spell, Charles stopped what he was doing, and carefully looked in the direction of the adult.

The handsome black-haired man was reviewing the piles of documents in front of him, thankfully the other party didn't notice him, but... why... Lord asked him to copy what looked like a fourth-grade notebook...

This looks a lot like the spells and potions that a fourth year at Hogwarts would learn.

I glanced at the name behind the cover, Nicole Perenelle.

Is it this wizard's note?

When someone knocked on the door of the minister's office, Charles withdrew his thoughts of deserting and continued to copy. Lord, don't let him find out that he is not serious.

After the people outside the door got Voldemort's answer, the young man felt that at least two wizards passed in front of him, but he buried his head low and thanked him for the notes he was copying at this time!

"Lord—"

"Lord—"

Two voices sounded, and Charles seemed to be able to see the two black figures kneeling in front of the desk from the corner of his eye.

Then he heard the adult's low and dangerous voice.

And at this moment, Charles suddenly wanted to cast a spell on himself to close his ears. When he was shocked by Voldemort's flat tone like talking about the weather, the boy's heart was shocked.

No, no, he didn't hear anything...

……

and also……

Why didn't the Lord let him out...

When the content of the conversation involved the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore and other deeper things, Charles suddenly felt that his situation was very dangerous.

Damn he knows too much!

So during the conversation between the adult and his subordinates, Little Badger struggled to copy the notes in his hand...

Finally, after the two wizards left, Charles' back was already wet with cold sweat.

There were some voices in the room that had been quiet for a while, but Charles didn't care. Now he just wanted to finish what he was doing quickly.

But soon, the boy had to stiffly stop the pen in his hand.

Because the minister did not know when he had already stood in front of him...

"L...Lord, I..."

After struggling to utter a word, the rest of the boy's words were drowned in those shocking red eyes.

What Charles was really thinking at the moment was whether the other party would kill him, and he never thought that the lord was just asking normally.

"How much have you written?"

"Ah..." Charles looked at the parchment in his hand, and said in a low voice, "It's almost halfway..."

"Come here today and take back what you copied."

"Okay... Lord..."

"Do you want me to take you?"

"What, what?!"

Looking at Voldemort in front of him in surprise, Charles found that the other party didn't seem to be joking, no, it should be that this adult would not joke with him.

"No, no need, Lord? I can go back by myself..."

Charles' voice became smaller and smaller...and the other party seemed to raise his eyebrows.

God, Charles wondered if he was dazzled, he actually saw the expression on the face of this stern adult!

"Do you know how to use an elevator?"

"..."

Damn it...he really didn't know.

Thinking back carefully, Professor Crouch seemed to use something that looked like a key in his hand?

"Let's go, I'll take you."

Before the boy could answer, Voldemort directly concluded.

"That's really...too much trouble for you!"

When Charles finished speaking, his tangled face was already flushed from excessive nervousness, and then the young man belatedly realized that he was still sitting on the stool, while Voldemort in front of him had been standing and talking to him ! ! ! ! !

Merlin's socks! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Standing up from behind the table with a 'bang', Charles no longer dared to look at Voldemort in front of him.

It seemed that there was a very light laughter sounding above his head, but Charles was completely hallucinating at this moment.

"Clean up."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he didn't dare to stay in front of the boy any longer. Although Charles' appearance was so cute that he wanted to take the boy in front of him directly into his arms, he still didn't want to frighten his boy too much.

But having said that, is he so scary?He was already very gentle when facing Char?

After following Voldemort almost stiffly to the hall on the eighth floor, Charles's rate of turning back was significantly higher than when he came.

"Let's go back."

"Thank you...Lord"

After sending Charles to the fireplace, Voldemort put the Floo powder returned to Barty Crouch Jr.'s office in the boy's palm, and Charles now only had a mechanical reaction, throwing the Floo powder, reading Cast a spell, step into the fireplace, and do it all in one go...

Leaving aside how the two Death Eaters who were reporting to Voldemort just now were shocked by how their master indulged this Hufflepuff boy, whom the Death Eaters had heard of for a long time, and didn't even mind the other party hearing their conversation.

Even being personally escorted back to school by the Minister of Magic, Charles' peaceful days are really over.