Voldemort's married life

一

Voldemort is married.

In fact, very few people know that Voldemort is married, whether it's his group of stupid subordinates or other wizards or whatever.

This is not a shady secret, he doesn't mind others knowing, and he doesn't intend to tell others.

Even Voldemort couldn't believe it, he was married.

Redhead wife in beautiful wizard robes is holding his arms.

They are taking wedding photos.

An extremely stupid behavior in Voldemort's eyes.

Such a stupid thing that maybe only that boring Muggle would do.

Voldemort felt very boring, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

The photographer's hands were shaking and he couldn't hold the camera.

He pouted.

Obviously, his wife couldn't be a Muggle, but his beautiful wife said she wanted to take wedding photos very, very much.

So for his lack of cooperation, his wife was very upset.

She shouted in dissatisfaction: "Tom!"

Voldemort had no choice but to put away his evil magic coercion in boredom.

The photographer's hands finally stopped shaking.

The wife nodded in satisfaction, and tightly held his arm, and leaned into Voldemort's arms in a black suit.

Voldemort froze, raised his arm hesitantly, passed it slowly behind her waist, and put it around her waist.

two

Voldemort's new wife was named Anna.

Because not many people know her, so I don't know what her character is in the eyes of others.

Anyway, in Voldemort's eyes, she was a difficult person to deal with.

Newlywed life always requires adjustments, and Voldemort felt that so far it was okay.

He blankly glanced at Anna, who said happily that the wedding photos of the two were placed on the bedside table, and turned his head to continue reading.

-

Of course, sometimes there is still a little generation gap.

such as,

Voldemort is using magic to terrorize Harry Potter.

Ana came over and wiped her damp hands on her apron.

"Tom!"

"?"

"Pass me the wand."

……

Why not use the Flying Curse?

He silently climbed up from the pile of green magic that Anna couldn't understand at all, and found the delicate magic wand from the pile of wool on the table.

Handed it to Anna.

Anna took the wand, glanced at the young boy in the magic barrier, and muttered:

"Poor boy, Tom, you are so boring."

Voldemort pretended he hadn't heard.

three

Things like work and rest also need to be adjusted, especially when the sweetness of love becomes trivial.

Although they don't have the so-called love, there is no such disgusting thing, thank you.

Voldemort was very busy for a while, busy with his own ruling career.

morning

Anna tied his tie, "When will you be back today?"

Voldemort: "Emm...before dinner."

"……All right"

The dinner got cold and he didn't come back.

Anna silently put away the dinner and climbed into bed.

Waking up the next day, Voldemort was lying on his side beside her, breathing softly.

four

On the third day

"When are you coming back?"

"before dinner."

"Oh……"

Didn't see him again at dinner.

This continued for several days.

Anna was outraged.

So Anna decided!

No tie for him!

She pretended not to see Voldemort putting on his tie.

He squeezed his tie and looked at her back.

Forgot?

I had to wear a robe.

五

Mylord was in a bad mood.

The scolded bloody subordinate thought.

Don't ask him how he knew that, Voldemort never held his anger with his servants.

He observed that mylord wore robes every day these days.

六

It went on like this for several days.

Anna held the spatula and pointed at him: "What's the matter with you?"

Voldemort was holding the doorknob, one leg had already stepped out: "?"

Anna took back the spatula and put her other hand on her hip: "Why don't you come back for dinner?"

……

Voldemort: "...I'm busy."

Anna was even more aggrieved.

Voldemort: "??"

-

"Mylord?"

The subordinate called out tentatively.

Voldemort rested his head on his hands, no one knew what he was thinking.

Mylord still wears robes today.

Seven

Voldemort returned home early, uncharacteristically.

Although it is early, but in fact, it is already the top of the tree.

He opened the door, and the room was pitch black.

He took out his wand.

【Fluorescence flashing】

Then he saw his wife sleeping soundly with her head propped up by the table.

It was already autumn, the tip of her nose was red from the cold, and a thin blanket was covering her legs.

There was a cold dinner on the table.

Voldemort: "..."

Eight

next night

Anna prepared dinner as usual, and heard the sound of the key opening the door.

Voldemort is back.

Anna was surprised, "It's really early today."

"Ah."

She was very happy, with squinted eyes, "Shall we have dinner together! I made mushroom soup!"

"it is good."

nine

Regarding the hygiene of pets, it is also an issue that husbands and wives have to discuss.

Voldemort had a huge adder named Nagini, which had been with him since before they were married, more as an old friend than a pet.

Anna is a gentle woman, she can't be mean to her husband's old friend, but because of her severe allergy to Nagini, especially after Nagini didn't like to play clean in the mud.

Anna was blushed from her forearm to her chest.

She had to raise the issue with her husband.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the rash on Anna gradually disappeared.

"Tom, I want to talk to you." Anna said calmly.

Voldemort: "..."

"You have to bathe Nagini."

"...no!"

Anna: "..."

……

Voldemort: "...can be cleaned up with a new one."

Anna waved her wand and cast [Clean Up], then touched Nagini's head, and her fair arms turned red again.

"... You won't be allergic if you bathe her?"

Anna said: "Yes."

Nagini slipped through the dog hole in the door.

Voldemort: "..."

……

-

Anyway, Nagini will not be touched by anyone but the owner (and mistress), let alone bathed.

Voldemort had to do it himself, endured his impatience, and used his wand to draw the river water to pour on Nagini's head.

Nagini: "Si—"

Voldemort: "Shutup!"

Nagini: QAQ

……

Sure enough, Anna was not allergic.

Anna is very happy.

"Tom! Brush Nagini's teeth by the way!"

"Noway!"

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