mystery lover

In September 1995, the Hogwarts Express carried students returning from the holidays back to school.

The bustle and bustle on the train, the little wizards were talking about the interesting things that happened during their summer vacation, and the new magic school that almost the entire wizarding world was enthusiastically concerned about after the report of the Daily Prophet.

There is probably only one person on the train who has not integrated into the atmosphere of the beginning of school.

"Draco."

Lucas called to the Slytherin fifth-year male prefects.

And Draco just showed a little surprise, looking at the Hufflepuff who had a little intersection before him, when he saw the prefect medal on the other's chest, the platinum prince raised his eyebrows slightly, facing the Hufflepuff in front of him. Hufflepuff's impression was not bad, and the relationship between the other party and Charles seemed to be very good, which made Draco patiently stop after weighing.

"What's the matter?" Although he didn't understand why the other party would stop him.

"Did you see Charles?"

After hearing Lucas' question, Prince Platinum was also taken aback, and almost subconsciously asked back, "What's wrong?"

"Charles is not on the train." I have searched the entire Hufflepuff train compartment, but I have not found Charles. This would never happen in the past. Lucas would meet Charles on the platform every year at the beginning of school.This change made the teenager a little worried.

After thinking about it for a while, the Platinum Prince felt that McAvoy was so well protected by the Lord, how could something happen to him.So he put away the momentary surprise he had just heard that the other party was not on the Hogwarts Express.

"You don't have to worry too much, maybe he went directly to the school, you know, with our Lord here, there will always be a way to enter Hogwarts."

Seeing Draco's relaxed expression, Lucas could only nod in the end, although he was still a little uneasy.

In fact, he had already written to Charle at the end of the vacation, and asked his friends to meet on the platform, but he did not receive a reply, except for a few letters passed by Charle at the beginning of the summer vacation, and there seemed to be none afterwards. Contacted, which made Lucas, who hadn't seen Char at this time, inevitably worried.

On his first night at Hogwarts, Lucas didn't wait for Charles.

In the second day's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Charles still did not show up. What is surprising is that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class is no longer Barty Crouch Jr. It seems that no one can break the Hogwarts calendar. Replaces the curse taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

One morning two weeks later, Lucas finally stopped a scurrying Malfoy in the hallway.

"Draco, do you have any news from Charles?"

When Lucas said this, he keenly observed the rare sign of silence on the face of the boy opposite.

"Charles is fine." The Platinum Prince had written a letter to his father even before he saw the honorable Hufflepuff at the end of the first week.It's just the contents of Malfoy's reply letter, so Draco had to force himself to ignore the fact that Charles didn't come to school.

"where is he?"

Something must have happened.

With such an instinct, Lucas stopped Draco from leaving.

"Mr. Till, I don't think this is your business." Draco pushed the boy's arm away with a gloomy face, "He's fine anyway."

But at this moment, another voice came out.

"Where is Charles!"

Looking at the black-haired stupid lion that came out of nowhere, Draco could only roll his eyes in unlucky luck.

"Where is Charles—" he repeated his question almost word for word, the boy's emerald eyes were burning with obvious anger, "What did Voldemort do to him!"

Not to mention that Draco was annoyed by Potter's appearance, even Lucas, who had been thrown behind Draco, was puzzled for a moment because of Harry's performance, but the other party's purpose was obviously the same as his own.

But before Harry could react more violently, a spell had already bounced the golden boy of Gryffindor away from the face of our Slytherin prince.

"Ha-Li-Pot." When the cold voice sounded in the corridor, accompanied by a tall and thin figure walking in front of him, Draco looked at the wizard's back and wondered for a moment whether he was dazzled.

Why is Barty Crouch Jr., who has resigned from his position as a black arts professor, here?

In fact, the more important factor that made Draco stunned in place was that the Platinum Prince never seemed to expect that this man would stand in front of him one day...

Little Barty stared coldly at Potter who was a few steps away. He really didn't know that the brat in the Potter family would care so much about McAvoy?

But thinking of Potter's almost offensive behavior just now, Crouch's eyes became even colder.

Who gave him the right to yell loudly in front of the teenager behind him?

Little Barty felt that he could teach this ignorant lion a lesson for his master Xiao, Xiao,.

"Stay away from Draco, Potter." Little Barty said, slowly turning the tip of the wand in his hand following the movements of the wizard's fingers.

When Draco's brain went blank for a moment because of the man's words of defense, the man in front of him, who seemed to have not seen him for a long time, turned around and faced himself.

"Why are you here?" Hearing from his father, isn't this person already transferred to other tasks by the Lord?

"Business." When he met the boy's awkward eyes again, little Barty's expression softened, "Also, let's come and see you."

With a slight gasp, Draco felt as if he had forgotten that there was a badger and a stupid lion here.

*****

The castle in the snow was closed again, accompanied by the operation of the huge magic circle below it.

At this time, there was only one person who was still frequently entering and leaving this ancient manor, and that person was Voldemort.

And its other owner, a 15-year-old boy was quietly lying on the big soft bed in the bedroom. On the other side of the bed, Voldemort seemed to have been used to sitting beside the boy like this, quietly watching the sleeping boy.

Slytherin's locket no longer emitted a faint light, it was lying quietly beside the boy's pillow.

Voldemort wasn't sure how long it would take for a full fusion of souls, but this was the only case where the man was sure he didn't want to take any chances.

From the very beginning, when the fragments of the boy's soul in the locket slowly fused into Charles' soul, the little change in the boy did not escape the eyes of the Dark Lord. When the signs of fusion became more and more obvious , Voldemort had no choice but to bring the boy to this place which in his opinion was safer and more qualified.

Voldemort, who had already prepared everything, activated the irreversible soul magic without any hesitation at the moment the boy fell into a deep sleep. Under the guarantee of the magic circle, the boy was perfectly protected, and Voldemort would not allow any slight deviation.

"Charles, you'll be fine soon."

In the room, the man's voice was unusually gentle, yet uncontrollably tense and cautious.

Thinking of the person who finally disappeared in the endless darkness, the dull pain and regret in the chest seemed to be the same as the complete and powerful self that had just been resurrected by Nico 15 years ago. The pain of recovering, only to find that one of your most precious treasures has disappeared.

As if he had touched some unbearable memory, the man frowned in pain, and the moment his red eyes closed, the heart-piercing image pierced Voldemort's brain again.

The boy's soul was annihilated in the eternal death, but he could only be pushed out of the darkness by this person using the most taboo alchemy.

Do not……

"Will not send again."

Voldemort took Charles' hand.

The author has something to say: Charles will be in a coma for two years, but he is actually dreaming, dreaming about everything in the past, including how he became McAvoy QAQ

The soul was divided into three parts, one was in the locket, I made QAQ, see episode 23333 for details, one was in Voldemort's body, and the other was on Harry's head (it was Nico who cast the death curse on Harry ).

I originally planned to end the main text when Charles fell asleep, and then continue the story of Charles waking up after the extra episode is finished.

Now I feel like I should stop writing a chapter about waking up two years later. QAQ just finish the text!Then it’s the episodes from the past~ Finally, let’s make up a few more happy lives now 2333333333