Voldemort's married life

Seventeen

In the Hogwarts hall in the morning, the little wizards started their preparations for the day. Whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, the breakfast time was the time when the four colleges were most harmonious.Lazily waking up from sleep, having a comfortable breakfast, preparing for a morning course with adequate nutrition, none of the four colleges wants to make noise at this time.

one morning,

Ron coveted Harry, who was in a daze, and the two of them followed the Gryffindor classmates shyly and squeezed together to the table.

Hermione was already waiting for them at the dinner table.

"Reading so early?"

Ron sat down across from Hermione and took a piece of meat floss bread, Harry sat next to him.

Hermione flipped through the book while eating,

"Professor Snape said that he will explain new content today. I reviewed the Transfiguration Charm last night. I forgot that I didn't preview it. I plan to familiarize myself with the content first."

"……Oh"

Ron was taken aback by the bully's attitude towards learning, picked up the bread awkwardly, took a bite, and turned to Harry again.

"Harry, where were you last night?"

He got up last night to go to the bathroom and found that Harry wasn't in the bed, and of course, he wasn't in the bathroom either.

"Huh?" Harry looked at him in bewilderment.

At the same time, I wanted to grab a piece of bread.

Fishing for a long time did not catch.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore, picked up a piece of bread and put it on his plate.

"Thank you."

Harry nodded gratefully, took the bread and stuffed it into his mouth,

Then put it on the face.

"What's wrong with you?! Harry? You look terrible!"

Hermione looked annoyed, she closed the book, not going to read any more.Studies are far less important than her friends.

Ron lowered his head and gnawed on the bread, not daring to make a sound.

"No, I feel fine."

Harry finally bit into the bread and chewed.

"Maybe...didn't sleep well last night?"

He said blankly.

"You don't look like 'fine' at all! "

Hermione glared at Ron and complained, "You two slept together at night, don't you know what's going on?"

"I'm asleep!" Ron tried to defend himself.

"Maybe it's because of that 'Anna'? "

"Anna?" Hermione asked back.

Ron nodded, "Harry has been calling out the name "Anna" in his dreams these days. "

Little angel Ron can always tell the truth.

That's a grown woman...

Hermione shuddered, "Harry, you won't..."

"Huh?" Harry was confused.

She glanced at Harry's innocent face,

"No... I think too much."

He is still a child.

"Harry, I think you should go to the Headmaster."

Hermione suggested: "If you are troubled by this 'Anna' and Dumbledore knows about it, he should help you. "

Ron agreed with Hermione.

Both looked at Harry at the same time.

Harry ate another piece of pumpkin pie.

"That..." he held up the cake, "...who is Anna?"

Ron: "...!"

Hermione: "...!!"

-

Principal room

Dumbledore was cleaning his glasses when the door to the principal's office was suddenly knocked open.

Dumbledore's glasses froze.

"Ga—" Fox flapped his wings twice.

He picked it up tremblingly and put it on, took a closer look,

"...Harry? Hermione...and Ron?"

Ron and Hermione supported Harry.

"Professor—" Ron wailed.

"what happened?"

Hermione was still a 13-year-old girl, she was so anxious that she almost cried, "Professor Dumbledore!"

"Harry—has lost his memory!"

Dumbledore: "???"

He looked at Harry, who still didn't know what was going on.

Professor McGonagall walked slowly into the principal's office after the three children, who had brought them in.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall.

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore.

"All right..."

He walked behind the table, "Don't worry, sit down and speak slowly."

The two sat down eagerly for Harry.

……

Wait for them to finish.

Dumbledore finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

He sighed, took off his glasses, and wiped them on the clothes on his chest.

"as always."

He said.

Careful as always.

It's really Tom, it's the way he does things.

-

Horrigor's Hollow, Voldemort's house.

"Am I old?"

Anna stood in front of the mirror, touched her face, pinched her waist, and sighed.

"Tom, I seem to be gaining weight."

Voldemort: "..."

He was half leaning back on the bed, wand in hand.

There was a dense fog in front of him, and there were faint figures flickering in the dense fog.

Anna pushed through the thick fog and lay on top of him with an aggrieved expression on her face. "Tom! I seem to be really fat..."

Voldemort: "..."

But you have never lost weight.

He hugged her soft waist.

... Yes, you are very good, you can speak out if you have the ability.

Voldemort: ...

Oh.

Then...

be silent...

Anna moaned and arched against his chest.

"Tom~ If I'm not good-looking, do you still like me?"

Voldemort: "..."

"Hey! I knew it! You only married me because you coveted my beauty. After all, you look so melancholy!"

You look melancholy!

Voldemort ignored her, and the fog gathered again.

He was also a romantic and arrogant man who knew women well, and he was naturally able to catch women's hypocrisy and obedience.

But Anna is his wife, and he is unwilling to say some false sweet words.

He didn't think it was necessary.

Perhaps other women would think that her husband's behavior was very indifferent, but Voldemort was not an ordinary husband after all, so he couldn't be treated with common sense.

Looking at it this way, Anna might not be an ordinary woman...

Even with such an indifferent Voldemort, she can still act like a baby without any scruples, and even ask for something!

At this time, Anna was indulging in the sorrow of "old age". She squeezed Voldemort's hand and put it on her face,

"Look Tom! The wrinkles around the corners of the eyes are showing! There are bags under the eyes! Bags under the eyes!"

Voldemort was still letting her put his hands over her eyes, stroking the wrinkles that didn't exist, and then stroking the dark circles under her eyes left by reading novels last night.

Voldemort just silently let Anna hold his hand and put it on his face.

His palm was wide and haggard, with the color of death. Compared with Anna's delicate complexion, it looked even more terrifying.

Anna rubbed against each other, with a sad expression on her face, "Oh... I'm really old..."

"..."

"By the way, Tom, how old are you this year?"

How old is he?

Emmm...

If it's Tom...

It seems that I was born in [-]...

And this year is... [-]...

On normal time...

That is to say...

In other words, he is... sixty this year...

Uh……

Voldemort stiffened his arms around her.

Counting, Anna is only 24 this year.

Voldemort put his wand on the head of the bed, put his arms around her, and lifted her up.

"Are you bored?"

His voice was hoarse and deep.

Anna thought for a while, "It's a bit."

Voldemort smiled sinisterly,

"...I can play with you. (I can play with you)"

The warm breath hit her ears,

Anna blushed.

-

The next day

A certain snake in Anna's treatment room was slaughtered again.

Anna rubbed her waist after drinking the potion, and sat in the office in a daze.

Colleagues passing by said hello,

"Anna, are you bored?"

Anna trembled and her face became serious.

"No, not at all! I'm busy."

really busy.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of "The Scarlet Rabbit Preparing for the High School Entrance Exam" for the cover~~(?▽`)

I wrote 3000 words last night, and then I shook my hand... I finished deleting... T▽T)

Later, halfway through writing... I almost abandoned the pit.

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Icanplaywith originally planned to write in Chinese, but I think English can better express the playful and playful feeling. (〃ω〃)