Voldemort's married life

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The green flames in the fireplace were soaring, Anna watched Harry leave, and immediately submitted her resignation letter regardless of the persecution of her boss and colleagues. There are too many intersections of troublesome things, say byebye to the troubles of the past!

As soon as Anna got home, she immediately froze a super-luxe super-sized mango mousse with a lot of mangoes, plain fudge and orange juice from concentrate.

She took out the mango mousse that had already formed and looked delicious, juicy and delicious from the refrigerator, and couldn't help swallowing.

She decided to lie on the bed and eat with a spoon!Super comfortable ~ super enjoyment!

So Voldemort went home and walked into the room, and saw Anna lying on the bed, swaying with her legs crossed, with a pile of bottles and jars in front of her, digging a mouthful of mousse and stuffing it into her mouth from time to time, while studying those potions.

Voldemort noticed that many of those potions were beauty potions he had brought back.

Although this kind of behavior of "giving his wife a beauty potion" is very contrary to "Voldemort", but there is no way to do it.

His wife was clamoring for maintenance, and he had to be on guard against Xiaoxiao sneaking in and using this opportunity to do something unfavorable to the two of them, and the beauty potions he brought back were all made by his potion masters. The guarantee of safety at least made him feel more at ease.

Marriage actually brings a lot of troubles.

Do not,

A lot in fact.

If Voldemort was alone, many things in the past might not have happened, but now many unnecessary troubles can be avoided, and it is actually quite convenient to do things.

Even so,

At least for now Voldemort himself isn't bothered, and that's enough.

Voldemort stretched out his hand slowly, and took hold of the dangling, slender ankle.

Anna was concentrating on researching the potion, but felt her ankle was hot, she turned her head with a spoon in her mouth in shock,

"Huh? Why did you come back so early today?"

It's not dark yet, and Tom usually won't come back from the treetops until the moon is up.

She rolled over and pulled Voldemort, who was standing not far from the bed, to the side of the bed.

"Sit down!"

Where to sit, the bed is filled with her bottles and cans, and the yellow cake is placed closest to her.

Voldemort frowned and lifted his robe, "You've eaten a lot lately." His voice was hoarse and deep.

Ana tweeted him, "Welcome home," before realizing what he had said.

"Because I want to eat it." She pursed her mouth and put the few remaining desserts on the bedside table. "You dislike me again."

Voldemort: "..." Not really.

"But I still want to eat if you dislike me. If you dare not give me to eat, I will run away from home."

She muttered, "Let you live with Nagini."

Voldemort: "..."

Oh, woman.

Oh, you are not married to her, a duplicity man.

Voldemort: "..."

"By the way, I want to tell you something." Anna seemed to remember something: "I quit my job."

He was a little surprised, because Anna liked the job, but he just nodded and said, "...very good." To avoid unimportant people from disturbing her, he always hoped so.

Anna said: "Me too, so I'm very happy. I think I made the right decision. I froze a super large mango mousse to reward myself." She pinched the spoon and pointed to the empty one. Half the plate. "Actually, I was going to save a little for you... em I was too engrossed, I ate a little too much..." It was a lot, because there was only a pitiful little bit of that oversized super luxurious mousse left.

"It's ok."

He didn't like to eat this kind of sweet, greasy and soft food.

Well, it was disgusting actually, he hated the feeling of sinking into his appetite, it made him feel guilty.

"Tom, don't you want to ask me why I resigned?" Anna asked again.

She asked this on purpose.

Because she knew Tom would always find a way to find out about everything around her, people she touched, or things that happened.

But she wanted to say something else, something interesting, and she wanted to see Tom's reaction.

"Anything," replied Voldemort, "if it makes you happy."

Humph╭(╯^╰)╮, cunning!

The obviously formulaic answer made Anna a little happy. "What an insincere man."

There was dissatisfaction in his tone.

She tucked her white cotton pajamas, revealing her white neck.

Anna usually doesn't like to wear jewelry, but today she wears a thin silver chain... It's strange, but it suits her very well, making her neck extra slender.

Voldemort paused.

His eyes locked on the pendant - a pink stone.

Irregular, but polished very smooth, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

That stone looks familiar.

Anna called his name, "Tom."

"Did you know? There's a little girl who always comes to me recently." She paused, then continued, "I think you should know."

Yes, it does.

And, not only that.

Voldemort snorted a name,

"Greengrass?" An overwhelmed girl annoyed him, and he didn't want to mention her.

"Yes, she is a strange girl."

Overbearing and childish ambition to control everything.

Although it has strong magical potential, it is only potential.

"Are you concerned about her?" Voldemort snorted coldly, "an ignorant and arrogant child?"

"No." Why do you look down on her so much!She is a pretty good wizard anyway!

"I 'disposed' of her. "

Voldemort was a little surprised by this, "Really?" But there was an inexplicable trace of what he called "pride".This is very strange, because what?

Because this meek woman is not as kind as she appears?

emm... The evil wizard couple, they are a good match, aren't they?

But he saw it too, saw the strange emotion in her when she said the word.

Voldemort gave a half-smile, "You killed her?" So guilty?

"No, it's just that she can't come back for a while." Anna complained, "She is so annoying, even more annoying than her sister, it's all your fault, why do you always find me, I hate trouble .” Anna is a character who is afraid of trouble.

"People don't always know themselves."

He patted her, "Leave it to me." At least this girl showed him another side of his wife, and it was worth his own hands.

Ok.

That's what Anna planned from the beginning, and if she falls into Tom's hands, the little girl shouldn't have a happy ending, um, it might be more tragic.

But Anna quickly left her behind, because it was not important to her, and she didn't feel any guilt about the girl's fate. After all, she was Voldemort's wife. Would she be an upright and selfless witch?

No, she is not, she is a witch with bad views.

So she didn't want to be distracted by it.

She has other things to do!

"Tom."

Anna touched the necklace on her chest. The silver chain was extremely thin and long.

The pink stone was pierced with a small hole, hanging above her white chest, swaying with Anna's movements. "I haven't gotten to the point yet. A very interesting thing."

"Ok?"

Anna said, "That girl thinks I put a love spell on you."

Voldemort: "..." He didn't want to bring it up.

She stared into Voldemort's red eyes and smiled:

"That's interesting, isn't it? Tom, do you think so too?"

Voldemort followed the shaking stone with his eyes, and when he heard what she said, he snorted coldly,

"It's really interesting." It's boring.

People think that a man like Voldemort would not have a wife. He is a ruthless, evil devil, isn't he?

"So, Tom, what do you think?" Anna asked him.

Voldemort's eyes moved upward to meet hers.

"What do you want to say?"

Anna hooked the thumb-sized irregular stone with her index finger, which was very beautiful in pink.

"There is a legend that there is a stone that can help people test whether their partner really loves them. If you eat it, you will be immune to all infatuation potions or spells. Only true love can stand in front of it, and its brilliance will never die. I I heard that the stone is also such a beautiful pink color, the color of true love. It is quite disgusting."

She gazed at the silent Voldemort with her docile eyes, drawing him closer to her.

Voldemort stood by the bed, and Anna knelt on the edge of the bed, holding his waist and looking up at her.

"Tom, people think that I deceived you, so that you, a cold-blooded and cruel devil, violated your principles and married a worthless woman."

Anna aggrieved and took his hand and put it on her face, "Do you also feel wronged to marry me?"

Voldemort said nothing.

"Is that so? Tom... But sometimes the truth is always unexpected? Why can't it be... You seduced me? It's not fair!" Anna suddenly laughed, and inexplicably took off her meek and charming means.

His eyes dimmed, and he was surrounded by a dark, treacherous and frightening atmosphere, even in brightly lit places, it always made people feel shuddering.

She met his gaze, picked up the pink stone, put it in her mouth, and opened her lips slightly, deliberately to show him that she held it with her pink and tender tongue.

"Do you want me to eat it? Tom, guess what will happen?"

She lifted her face so that Voldemort could fully see the expression on her face, charming and moving.

The two stared at each other in silence, and the inexplicable atmosphere was spreading, and his eyes gradually turned dark.

"...It's just a false legend." Voldemort's voice was still hoarse.

He stretched out his withered fingers, pinched the stone out of her mouth, and threw it out of the window without mercy.

Her fingertips were wet with her saliva.

Anna looked out of the window along the pink arc, turned her head, and suddenly laughed.

"Tom, do you like mousse?" She fished out the remaining plate of mousse.

"..."

Although he didn't understand why her mind was jumping like this, Voldemort replied,

"No, I hate them."

"Really? What a pity..."

She hooked a trace of cream with her index finger and spread it on her collarbone, then asked again sincerely,

"Tom, do you really not like food at all?"

"..."

"..."

She knelt in front of him with an innocent look, her pajamas were about to slip off her shoulders, her collarbone was smeared with delicate cream, she was weak and boneless.

"……Maybe."

Voldemort lowered his head, resting her head on his shoulder,

"Try it once in a while...it might not be impossible."

He said.

The hot lips on the collarbone fell on her skin, trembling, and the moist breath spilled out. Anna felt a fire burning in her body, making her skin hot as well.

……

She gasped when Voldemort pinned her down on the bed.

"Tom...slower."

"...baby can't stand your rudeness." Anna raised her lips.

……

……

Voldemort froze.

wait? ?

whathappened? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say: I modified it and expanded the content

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In fact, I am so sleepy that I can't write any more. In addition, I will add it tomorrow.

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