Voldemort's married life

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People are always like this, even if they know that there are insurmountable things, when they threaten their own interests, they are always willing to continue to struggle, even if they try their best to die, until they finally find out that they will never be more timely. Desperate, and finally surrender before a greater power.

Voldemort sees no point in Hogwarts' struggles.

He took every step of the way, the magic world has been torn apart, and the Ministry of Magic, which is full of interests and contradictions, has long been occupied by loyal Death Eaters. In fact, he dislikes the appearance of some servants and villains, but he has to say that it is precisely because of these Only an idiot can successfully occupy this place, and Hogwarts is the last line of defense.

The castle that used to be full of laughter and laughter was dead silent, and the long-term depressive atmosphere made them extremely sensitive. Even if they were hurt, they gritted their teeth and refused to make a sound, as if they could continue to persevere and not let themselves admit defeat.

In fact, before that, Hogwarts had already started preparing for this inescapable war. When Dumbledore was forced to escape from the school and Severus Snape took control of the school, the school became With the Death Eaters' hive behind, Defense Against the Dark Arts became a main course, and in fact, there was no "defense".

The school's curriculum is no longer aimed at cultivating excellent wizards, but has become a loyal Death Eater.

Since then, the students and teachers of Hogwarts have spontaneously started to prepare. The adversity made them more united, and the unity also made them more determined in the adversity.

They are working hard to prepare for this final battle.

However, no one could have imagined that this battle would come so quickly.

From "The Death of Snape",

The battle kicked off.

The sky was gloomy, and the clouds floating in mid-air were like cotton wadding wrapped in water, heavy, as if they were about to fall down at any time, smashing the chaos of the place, and then bounced away, rolled a certain distance, and turned into up the sewage.

Voldemort raised his hand, reached for a few raindrops, and looked at it quietly. There were still poor drops of water scattered, but they dried up without even leaving his palm.

Anna liked the weather, the smell of the dewy air when it was about to rain, but she also didn't like the weather because it made her drowsy.

Normally in this weather, Anna would always find an excuse not to go to work, and then curl up alone on the huge soft double bed in the house in the Khogoli Valley.

There is a lot of rain in the UK, and it is always rainy, so Voldemort occasionally sees such a scene when he goes back, which makes him feel that Anna is as weak as a kitten.

Anna was only [-] feet, and she was a puny cub to Voldemort who was more than [-] feet tall.

Voldemort remembered that there was only a little ankle, and it was almost gone in his hand, a poor little bit.

But Anna always quarreled about being fat.

woman……

Voldemort lowered his head gradually, and finally looked at the boy who was still wearing baby fat on the far side.

Behind him were countless Hogwarts students, professors, Auror who volunteered to participate, and countless ordinary wizards.

As if he was their spiritual leader.

Voldemort brought his own army, came when they were helpless and chaotic, announced the news that "Dumbledore" and "Savior" were dead, and threw an olive branch at them.

As long as he is willing to turn from darkness to light at this time and join his army of Death Eaters, he is willing to be tolerant regardless of the past, and credit him with credit, because this is wisdom.

He even ordered the stupid giant to bring Harry Potter's body in order to show his sincerity, and perhaps more maliciously to attack their fragile hearts.

"The British wizarding world will become the territory of the Death Eaters, why do you have any hesitation?"

Voldemort grinned and threw an olive branch at them.

……

silent

Voldemort's smile froze a little, and his expression became dangerous.

"Are you so ungrateful?"

There was a bloody light in his eyes, and he stroked the wand in his hand.

Standing obliquely behind him was Lucius. He had been inexplicably uneasy since before the battle, with a lost and haggard face. After Narcissa verified Harry Potter's death, he became depressed.

At this time, Voldemort's faint hostility surprised him, and he raised his original vigilance.

In any case, Voldemort had to be calmed down first.

He hurriedly found his son, and waved to him without leaving a trace, signaling him to take the lead and stand up.

His son was very hesitant and hesitantly did not act.

Draco!He shouted angrily in his heart, come out!

He gestured again, this time with displeasure.

Draco then slowly and hesitantly walked in front of them.

Following his actions, commotion began over there.

"very good……"

Voldemort was very satisfied, this was a good start, and he suppressed his violent desire.

Brushing his robe, he turned around and faced them.

"Who else--"

He said solemnly.

However, although there was a commotion on the other side, it quickly returned to calm. Even this time, there was still no one.

Until Longbottom took the initiative to stand up.

"Very sensible move, boy. It was the right decision."

He held out his hand to the child standing far away,

"I'll credit you for being a warrior."

He smiled, showing eerie teeth.

The boy took a few steps forward, was silent for a moment, and asked again: "Harry, is it really dead?"

"Yes." He gave an affirmative answer, and was satisfied to see you in an uproar.

"Harry is dead..." the little boy murmured with his head down.

Voldemort gradually became impatient and impatient.

"Harry is dead." The boy raised his head, facing Harry's body, his eyes became firmer, "but Harry lives forever—and we, will never give in!"

War is imminent!

The little boy stood upright, gripped his wand tightly, and pointed at him fiercely, both of them were waiting behind their backs.

Voldemort sighed, "I knew that the policy of softness would not work, otherwise why would I build up my army of Death Eaters."

He raised his hand and smiled treacherously,

"Avadaso...!"

"Disarm you—"

The chant was interrupted with a cry of surprise.

"Harry—!!"

Voldemort stared at his hand in disbelief as his Elder Wand flew out.

He searched for the boy fiercely, "It turned out to be pretending to be dead!"

The two sides had already fought fiercely, and Voldemort shouted "Wand is flying", took back his wand, and aimed at the figure hiding behind the rubble.

"What a coward!"

A smiling voice came from behind, "Isn't it very useful? As long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, playing dead is just a means."

Voldemort sneered, "But you're going to die eventually."

"Not always."

"is it?"

Harry stepped out from behind the boulder. He walked towards Voldemort and stood not far from him, wand raised.

"Come on, the upright final duel, you die, or I die."

Voldemort raised his wand contemptuously, "Perhaps there is only the latter option."

Harry widened his green eyes, and all he heard was a hoarse, hazy sound,

【Avada Kedavra--】

Everything will end.

Harry closed his eyes,

【Remove your weapon—】

The green light bounced back amidst Voldemort's disbelief.

everything is over.

Anna was awakened by a thunderstorm. She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up, gasped for breath, and felt that her body was hot and humid. She touched her neck and was covered in sweat.

Anna stood up slowly, found some clean clothes, and took a shower.

Then go downstairs to find water to drink.

She saw a person sitting on the sofa.

Anna took the cup and walked over.

An old man, who looked very old, lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the coffee table, not knowing what he was looking at.

Anna took a sip of water.

The old man turned his head.

"Hello."

Anna: "Hello."

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Dumbledore will be right back."

Anna nodded, walked across to him and sat down, she found a photo in front of him.

It showed two young boys, one with black hair and one with red hair, both handsome.

Anna raised her eyebrows, seeing that the old man didn't pay attention to her, she asked again, "Do you want something to drink?"

The old man shook his head, folded up the photos, and stuffed them in his jacket pocket, "No need."

Anna was about to say something when the door rang.

Dumbledore is back.

Anna stood up and went to meet her, "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Dumbledore was covered in rain, and it was raining heavily outside. He quickly cast a warming spell on himself, "Really? Fortunately, I am very lucky."

Anna pouted, "Now? What should I do?"

Dumbledore took the towel handed over by Anna, and glanced at the old man who was sitting on the sofa pretending not to see, "I'll take you to a safe place first, although it's not very comfortable, but...you can bear it for a while. sky."

"Okay." Anna obediently obeyed, after all, she was dependent on others.

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"...I never expected that you would send me into the Forbidden Forest."

Anna couldn't help sighing, "What happened?" She really wanted to know, and really wanted to go home and find Tom.

"You stay here for a few days first, Hagrid will arrange everything, and then he will go back to live in the school." Dumbledore ordered.

"Okay, I see." Anna waved to the giant friendly. "Hi~ Do you remember me?"

"You're..." Hagrid became surprised, "ah... it's you, Anna."

"It turned out to be you!" His expression became incredible.

Anna smiled, "That's right, it's me."

The author has something to say: Hagrid: You, you, you are Voldemort's wife?

Anna: I, I, I, I am Voldemort's wife?

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