Voldemort's married life

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Harry: "I don't think so."

Anna: "I think so."

Harry: "...but Dumbledore will find out."

Anna: "Let's wait until he finds out. Strawberry or chocolate.?"

Harry: "...chocolate."

He took over the chocolate ice cream boat and couldn't help but argue for himself:

"Am I that stupid?"

Anna shrugged undeniably, holding a small silver spoon, she dug a mouthful of slushie with strawberries in it and stuffed it into her mouth.

"sour."

she frowned,

"...I used to like to eat this kind of sweet and sour fruit, but I don't like it anymore recently. Compared with it, I prefer to eat sweeter ones." For example, mango.

Harry imitated her and stuffed ice cream with chocolate sauce into his mouth.

"It's delicious~"

He couldn't help but admire.

"Of course! This is Duke Bee's limited edition ice cream, the supply is in short supply!"

"Does Honeydukes still sell ice cream?"

He thought it was a candy store.

Anna: "I don't know, I'm just talking nonsense."

Harry: "..."

You're killing me, Anna.

Harry squeezed the small silver spoon and took another mouthful of slush and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...So, are you living at Dumbledore's house now?"

Anna nodded, "Yes."

"Aren't you going back for a while?"

Anna nodded.

Harry looked hesitant.

"what happened?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "...Are you pregnant, Anna?"

"Is it obvious?"

Harry nodded. Although Anna didn't show her pregnancy very much, she could still clearly see signs of pregnancy. It seemed that it had been a long time, but it was not so obvious when she saw her before.

Very strange.

"If you're pregnant, shouldn't you eat too much ice?"

Anna's big mouthful of ice cream made Harry a little worried. It was not the first time he had seen Anna eat this kind of super-large ice cream. He had no doubt that if he didn't stop her, Anna could really finish this by herself. Ice cream boat, even if she doesn't look like strawberry.

Anna froze, "...Is that so?"

She looked at the half-eaten boat with great regret, and put down the spoon embarrassingly. "Okay... that's the only way to go."

"What about the rest?"

She looked at Harry expectantly.

"...uh...throw it away?"

Anna: "?"

Do you mean to throw away this limited-edition collection of ice cream that Dumbledore didn't even want to eat, so he carefully hid it for fear that Anna would find it, but she still found it and took it out to share with Harry!

Harry, did you really say that! !

"That's a really good idea!"

Anna nodded in satisfaction.

"But you have to finish your portion, Harry, or it would be bad for Dumbledore to find out."

But he will know sooner or later.

Harry held the spoon and looked at the oversized ice cream boat that he had only eaten two bites of, and suddenly felt a bit of a stomachache.

"Is Dumbledore coming back soon?"

Harry was going to discuss matters with Dumbledore today, he stayed in the principal's office for a while, Dumbledore suddenly remembered something, and said to Harry: "I have something to do, I have to go now, you first Go and stay at my house, I'll be back soon."

Then Harry came to Dumbledore's house and found Anna who was searching for Dumbledore's snacks.

Anna happily held a large pile of food and put it on the small round table in the living room, and Harry appeared from the fireplace.

At a glance, he saw the candy that Dumbledore loved very much—there was very little left after being eaten by Anna.

Anna hugged the ice cream boat, and smiled and shook her hand at him, "Hello, Harry, let's have a snack together?"

Harry straightened his face,

"...I don't think so!"

Anna: Oh(_).

-

Anna, who couldn't eat ice cream, languished for a while, like a flower that has not been nourished by sunlight for a long time, and her face was wrinkled.

Harry couldn't bear it for a while, and persuaded her: "Although you can't eat ice, you can eat other snacks, such as candies." He pointed to another candy from the Duke of Bees that Dumbledore liked very much.

Sorry professor, this is also a stopgap measure.

Anna glanced at it.

"Oh, actually, I don't like that candy very much. The milk taste is too strong. Only an old man like Dumbledore would like it."

Harry: "..."

Why do you say that about Professor Dumbledore, the professor will cry when he is sad.

After Anna finished speaking, she seemed to realize that her words were inappropriate.

She looked at Harry apologetically.

"Sorry, Harry... I've been a little emotional since I got pregnant."

"I understand," Harry said quickly.

Pregnant women need to desperately supplement nutrition for a long period of time, which is used to transform it into the child in the womb.In many cases, the absorption rate of children is much faster than that of pregnant women, and it will be accompanied by many unbearable problems. Women always suffer a lot because of this.

So it doesn't matter if a woman is a little willful during pregnancy, and Anna didn't do anything.

At least that's what Harry thought.

"Oh~ Harry, you are so considerate!" Anna's eyes curved.

Harry was a little embarrassed and tried to change the subject.

"So... Anna, you turned out to be a Ravenclaw student?"

"Yes, I was pleasantly surprised when I received a letter from Hogwarts when I was 11 years old."

"So... you and Voldemort... emm I mean Tom. also met at school?"

Anna paused, "Of course not."

She lowered her voice and said slowly: "Before I was an adult, I... never knew Tom, and I didn't even hear his name."

After speaking, Anna laughed.

Harry was confused:? ? ?

And this kind of thing.

-

Because he didn't have to sleep, and Anna wasn't at home and Voldemort didn't have to go back to Horrigor's Valley, so he just stayed in the Death Eaters' gathering place every day.

Although Anna's sudden departure made him very surprised, he had no intention of looking for her at present.

He knew why she had left, because Anna wanted him to stop and think, without any distractions, about their immediate problem.How should they proceed, where should they go.Voldemort knew Anna as Anna knew himself.

It's just that he's not feeling well recently.

He didn't admit it was because of Anna.

The Death Eaters haven't had a good time recently. Mylord's mood is capricious and he often loses his temper. Originally, the platinum-haired pure-blood wizard and potion master were on top of him. All the wrath will be directed at the Death Eaters below.

For the first time, at least, these wicked wizards felt grateful to others.

"Come back quickly, you two!!!"

A piercing cry from the heart.

Although the two wizards still did not come back despite such eager anticipation, at least they got a good result.

Voldemort is in a better mood!

Specifically, he appears more tolerant of the incompetence of his servants.

This is because he finally got the last sharp weapon, which is a key step for him to win.

He fiddled with the wand made of elderberry in his hand, and the infinite rippling magic power contained in it made him smile.

"The Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows."

Even your closest people have deserted you, Dumbledore.

Can you still beat me like this?

Grinwald was once an evil dark wizard, and now he thinks he's just a wizard.

Greenwald lived in a tower.

When he was young, he didn't like to be in a daze, because he felt that this kind of behavior was very stupid, his time was very precious or even lacking, and he had to devote all his time to magnificent careers.

And now that he is old, he always likes to stare at the windows on the tower, as if there is something there.

Every day, every day.

Maybe it was time that he didn't want to let him down, maybe it was pity for him, and finally one day, he saw something.

It was a morning when he sat on a chair, tilted his body, and watched the birds fly by outside the window.

Then suddenly a tall figure appeared.

An old man with a white beard.

As the figure slowly moved forward, Greenwald's eyes, which had been silent for a long time, also slowly lit up.

"You're here." He smiled.

"I thought you weren't coming back, Albus." The tone was very cheerful.

It was Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, who came.

Dumbledore didn't answer him, and stopped not far from him, looking at the dark house.

"Looks like you're not doing well," he said.

Greenwald replied: "Yeah, it's tough."

Dumbledore had no expression on his face, he met his eyes:

"But, I'm happy."

Greenwald smiled, and he stood up slowly.

"You know why I'm here."

"Yes."

"But it may not be what you expected."

"Oh?"

"That's right...because I want you to tell him."

Greenwald paused, "Really? Of course."

He agreed without hesitation. "As long as you want."

He took a step forward. "However, I have conditions."

Dumbledore still had no expression: "I don't forgive you."

"Okay." Greenwald laughed. "It doesn't matter."

Looking at the hale and hearty old man, he can still see the demeanor of his youth in a trance, but now, he is already an old man.

But it's okay, isn't it?

He's old too, but at least he's alive.

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