Voldemort's married life

fifteen

to be frank,

If you don’t witness it with your own eyes,

Harry thought it was ridiculous that "Voldemort got married".

As absurd as someone telling him "Malfoy is a Gryffindor".

No, probably a bit more than that.

Add Malfoy and Ron's childhood sweetheart, Malfoy is deeply in love with Ron, Lucius appointed Ron Weasley as his daughter-in-law, etc...

If this is the case...the two things are probably as ridiculous as they are.

"Ew!" Ron made a disgusted voice.

The salad on the plate was mashed by him vigorously,

He had a complicated and disgusted face: "Why did this kind of thing drag me into the water?"

He just stopped by and got a salad while Harry and Hermione were discussing, why should he be disgusted?

Hermione glared at him, and said to Harry hesitantly, "But your analogy is... em... quite..."

So subtle that it's melancholy...

She turned her head and glanced at Malfoy on the Slytherin table opposite,

Poor Malfoy didn't know what happened, and raised his eyebrows at Hermione provocatively.

Hermione gave a polite sympathy and turned her head back.

Ron dug a spoonful of "vegetable puree" into his mouth, and asked questions: "But, Harry, how do you know that she is Voldemort's wife? I mean, the person next to Voldemort is not necessarily his wife, maybe ...is it another Death Eater, maybe she just dresses better?"

Of course Harry didn't tell them about the erotic dream... what do you want him to say about such unspeakable things.

Although the sex is not necessarily the wife...but the way they get along...

All Harry could say was, "I just know."

Facing the suspicious gazes of the two, he bit the bullet,

"Trust me, please!"

……

"All Right..."

They both lowered their heads in doubt.

Harry can often see things they don't know,

Even for such outrageous things... emm... Maybe it's not too hard to accept...

……Bar

For Hermione, who had lived in the Muggle world since she was a child, the impression Voldemort gave her was not as shocking as wizards, so she didn't think it was so hard to accept.

And Ron...

Ron is a silly boy.

Can be ignored.

The three continued to eat in silence. Ron took a bite of the strawberry cake and said suddenly, "Will they have sex?"

Both Harry and Hermione were in shock.

Hermione scolded him in disbelief: "What are you talking about?!"

Ron took it for granted,

"Sex, it's Sex! They're husband and wife."

As he spoke, he felt more and more possible.

"There is no couple in the world who doesn't have sex, otherwise where would their children come from!"

Although adults always tell children that they were picked.

Hermione retorted: "But Voldemort has no children!"

"Maybe he has, and we don't know?"

Hermione refused, "I don't believe it, definitely not."

Ron shrugged, "Okay..."

He said unwillingly,

"Maybe there will be later."

There will never be, because she refuses to believe it.

Hermione cut a piece of grilled lamb chops with a fierce expression on her face!

Harry lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, but just buried his head in hard work.

In a way, maybe Ron was right.

Harry took a bite of the cake.

Ew!

so sweet——

-

Hogwarts is the largest and only magic academy in the UK. Basically, all wizards in the UK study at Hogwarts.

The wizarding class, from the Minister of Magic to the common people, almost all read books at Hogwarts.

Even some evil wizards will shout from the bottom of their hearts, "Hogwarts is the best school in the world!"

Such an ancient and prestigious academy of magic has defensive measures that even the Ministry of Magic has to admire.

They have their own complete magic defense system, which is not only used in wartime, but also in peacetime security work.

They have to ensure the safety of the little wizards in the school, the little wizards have not yet been able to protect themselves.

Hogwarts' titular Night's Watch alone - that Filch, a Squib.

He often takes his own ugly cat on patrol at night to catch those wizards who don't sleep at night and come out to make trouble.

Of course, Filch alone is not enough, so the four deans and teachers of Hogwarts will come out to help make inspections.

Including the principal himself.

Dumbledore was actually quite happy to inspect.

He is usually busy with various academic researches, or dealing with the troublesome Ministry of Magic, and doesn't have much time to connect with the portraits in the school.

He can only say hello to them when he is on patrol.

The portraits in the school also like Dumbledore very much. Whenever Dumbledore comes out to make a tour, even if it is late, they are willing to chat with him.

"Good night then, Dumbledore."

The fat lady in the Gryffindor common room rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Good night, Fat Lady." Dumbledore nodded.

【Fluorescence flashing】

He waved his wand.

Gryffindor was the last inspection site, and now that he had finished his inspection, he was going back to rest.

Dumbledore raised his foot and was about to leave when the door to the common room clicked and he stopped.

"Harry?"

Seeing that figure, a name came to Dumbledore's mind, and he was a little surprised.

Unsurprisingly, Gryffindor is always like this, full of provocations against all dogma.

He smiled and extinguished his wand, and stood quietly in the corner, looking at the little boy.

Not quite right.

Harry doesn't look like a nightwalker.

He watched Harry push open the door and walk out of the common room, his feet floating and his expression dazed.

Like being controlled by someone.

After walking a few steps, Harry stopped suddenly, and the scar on his forehead shone brightly!

How surprised Dumbledore was!

"Harry!"

He pounced at a speed that didn't match his age, but it was still a step too late.

"what--"

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared and hit him on the forehead, and Harry let out a short, sharp cry before falling to the ground with a thump.

Dumbledore hugged him quickly, raised his face tremblingly, "Harry? Are you okay? Harry! Harry—"

After a long time, Harry's eyes moved, "...Professor?"

Dumbledore was slightly relieved, and his eyes swept upwards.

Immediately afterwards, he took a breath, his always wise eyes were filled with disbelief!

Harry had a splitting headache, he supported his head and sat up, "...Professor, what's wrong with me..."

Dumbledore held him down, "wait... Harry."

Harry felt rough hands caress his forehead.

Dumbledore's palace-like voice sounded above his head, slowly and unbelievably.

"Harry... your scar has faded..."

Anna had never seen Dumbledore look so serious.

She didn't know Dumbledore as a wizard, but Dumbledore had never shown such a terrifying look in front of her.

It was so scary that she didn't dare to joke.

She was sitting upright, holding tea.

Silently waiting for Dumbledore to come back to his senses.

——Yes, Dumbledore has been stunned for a long time.

Or brooding?

She couldn't tell.

It might have something to do with Tom, she thought.After all, she is just an ordinary housewife.

……

You are the only one who thinks you are normal.

Dumbledore coughed a few times, and Anna raised her chest subconsciously. "... sir"

"Anna, you don't have to be too nervous, there's nothing wrong with it."

Dumbledore comforted her.

"Ok."

"Actually, I just came to ask if Tom has acted differently these days."

Different?

No way... Anna tried hard to recall.

Tom fights and kills every day as always, either intrigues or intimidating the little boy.

so boring.

nothing special.

Anna held the tea: "No, Sir, as always."

"..."

Dumbledore took a deep look at her, seeing her ignorant and ignorant look.

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

He muttered to himself.

Anna never mentioned to Voldemort that Dumbledore was looking for her. She thought it was her own interpersonal communication and had nothing to do with Tom, unless Voldemort brought it up, but Voldemort rarely mentioned it.

Not today either.

"Welcome home."

"Ah."

Anna kissed Voldemort, thinking he was perfectly normal.

Quite normal shades of prey, gloomy and cold.

-

Maybe not.

夜晚

Voldemort pressed her hard on the bed again, pinching her neck, insisting on forcing her to look up and accept his kiss.

"Ugh—Tom! It hurts!"

She fell into his kiss until her chest hurt.

Anna pushed Voldemort away and looked down.

"Tom - you bastard!!! Get it down!!!"

Anna sat up angrily, almost tearing his hair, but luckily he wasn't there now.

never.

Under Anna's desperate struggle, Voldemort stopped her and kissed there.

——A thin silver ring with a mysterious color.

This is my soul.

Voldemort smiled cruelly.

"I lock you with my soul."

"You have to be mine."

The author has something to say: I am like a typewriter when I have nothing to do during the holidays.

tired.

-

You should be able to see what Voldemort did (〃ω〃) shy.

Such a heavy taste, I would say that I dreamed about it...