Voldemort's married life

twenty

In the dark hall of the Death Eaters, the round table was full of Death Eaters as usual.

They were all pale and gloomy, wearing dark clothes, exuding an evil aura.

They looked at the adult in the top seat together.

LORDVOLDEMORT!

Great Lord Dark Lord.

It was already the Dark Lord's usual "off-duty time" today, but at this moment he was still leaning on his chair, without any intention of leaving.

The Death Eaters, who were planning to leave one after another as usual, were as quiet as chickens for a while, not daring to make any rash moves.

They have long been used to waiting respectfully for Voldemort to leave, and they "off work" one after another.

The long-term regular life was disrupted, making them a little restless.

They began to set their sights on Lucius, who was closest to Voldemort.

Lucius was also in a dilemma, he hesitated whether to speak or not.

So he asked for help and looked at Snape opposite, and Snape looked away.

coward!

He scolded in his heart.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Mylord..."

Voldemort stopped his words, raised his eyes and gave him a look, Lucius understood it, stood up slowly, and Shi Shi ran out of the hall.

Snape stood up, bowed to him, and followed him away.

The remaining Death Eaters stood up one after another as if they had received their will, bowed, and then left.

Voldemort shuddered, took out his wand, and stared lazily at the door, wand pointed there.

"It seems that you have discovered me a long time ago."

Hear before anyone sees.

Clear as the voice of a yellow warbler

A slender figure gradually appeared at the statue at the door, and the long golden hair was like waves.

"Green...Glass?"

Voldemort lazily pronounced her name.

The girl shook her shoulders, "It's me."

"The invisibility tool, or the confusion spell?" He cast an approving look like the little girl, "Very powerful magic power, but not enough to support the "invisibility spell", but I'm afraid you have tried it. "

The girl took off her cloak.

"I thought you were just a cruel tyrant. I didn't expect your insight to be so amazing."

Invisibility cloak.

From a distance, she tapped the hanging box necklace in front of Voldemort's table, and the necklace floated up, emitting a faint blue light.

"You ate him, didn't you?" she countered. "The fusion of souls makes you more sane."

Voldemort didn't answer.

He didn't let go of Greengrass's wand either.

"The magic of communication is very interesting. Your magic control is indeed far superior to Anna." That's why you dare to provoke Anna like this.

The necklace was covered with precision communication magic, but Anna didn't notice it, and it was handed over to Voldemort without any doubt—this was also Greenglass' purpose.

"That 'wife' of yours? She snorted coldly, "I thought there would be a more powerful witch standing by your side." "

He didn't want to answer the question either.

Voldemort adjusted his sitting posture, leaning against the back of the huge chair, facing her in a posture he absolutely mastered.

"So...Miss Greengrass, what do you want in exchange?"

He made a "Please" gesture,

"State your request."

Greenglass didn't mean to be polite, so he pulled the chair at the back and sat down.

Even in front of the Dark Lord, the little girl was not timid at all, and she still acted aloofly. Surprisingly, Voldemort was not angry.

"I didn't ask, Sir, I'm here to rescue you."

"Oh?"

rescue?

I?

He was almost amused by her arrogance, but he followed her words with inexplicable patience.

"So, Miss Greengrass, how are you going to free me?"

"Didn't you ever doubt it? Your honor, Mr. Voldemort, as a ruthless superior."

"Why... so obsessed with a, em... a housewife? There's not a single thing about her that deserves praise." Not even a vase.

Greenglass seemed to be having a hard time finding an adjective.

"Stupid housewives," she added,

"Haven't you ever doubted it? Maybe you should know better than me. For example...love potion? Or a love spell?" She had suspected that those things could make someone madly infatuated with herself.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Miss Greengrass, there are some things you can't touch. Perhaps a weak lady like you will never be able to bear the consequences of crossing the line."

She looked at Voldemort's gradually condensed face with satisfaction, closed her eyes, and looked holy.

She smiled. "Mr. Voldemort. I have come to rescue you."

With Anna's character of being afraid of trouble, she has always been reluctant to associate with Dumbledore. She is afraid of being misunderstood by Voldemort and being used.

But with the arrival of Dumbledore today, Anna is happier.

Dumbledore looked haggard, and Ana observed his charred right hand.

"Anna, did you make this milk tea?" Dumbledore picked up the tea with his left hand, took a sip, and hummed in satisfaction, "That's great, Anna, you are really a competent wife."

"of course."

Voldemort was well looked after by her, and she was very proud of that.

"So how are you all doing recently? As always?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Anna said sweetly every time.

Anna was a little hesitant today.

"what happened?"

"It's not about me and Tom, but...something about it?" Anna said. "About Greenglass."

"Greenglass?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes. That Miss Greengrass, she calls me "Anastasia Riddle." "

"...you mean she knew Tom was a "Riddle"? "Dumbledore tried hard to get what she meant.

"No, I mean she actually knows my name, almost no one knows my name."

"Emmm..." Dumbledore pondered. "It's a Miss Ravenclaw."

"It should be fine, Anna, you have to trust Tom." He comforted her.

"Of course I trust Tom, I'm just a little worried."

Worried that this Greengrass is uneasy and kind.

In fact, it is true.

"Don't worry, Anna, if you are really worried, you can talk to Tom."

Anna complained suddenly. "But Tom has been a little absent-minded recently. He is more interested in the necklace of Greengrass." Is it the legendary "seven-year itch"?But they have only been married for two or three years.

"Necklace? What kind of necklace?" Dumbledore suddenly became serious.

Anna was taken aback, and quickly replied, "A necklace in a hanging box."

"...emm, well, Anna, I have to go." Dumbledore suddenly stood up and walked out.

"So soon? My biscuits are almost ready."

Dumbledore was very sorry, "I may not be able to eat it."

"It's okay, next time you come to eat, I will add some raspberries for you."

"If there's a chance..." he said to himself, Anna could barely hear him.

Dumbledore opened the door, "Oh, by the way, Anna, are you fat?"

Anna looked at her waist suspiciously, is it so obvious that she is fat?

"Yes, I went to St. Mungo's today to have a look. Not sick, very normal."

"Pretty normal. That's fine." Dumbledore clicked his lips and closed the door.

"Goodbye, Dumbledore, and good luck," said Anna.

Why some bad premonition, just a normal parting?

But Dumbledore was a nice guy.

Anna felt that she was gradually falling in love with Dumbledore.

-

Harry Potter never thought of seeing Anna in person. Although he saw her countless times in Voldemort's dreams, he had no intention of looking for her, because he subconsciously felt that it might be very embarrassing if he really saw Anna. After all...well, cough, you all understand.But he had an inexplicable premonition that they would meet one day, it was destined.

This day is neither too early nor too late, just in time.

Hermione and her party came to an ice cream shop, ready to eat some sweets to relax their tense nerves and give their stomachs some sweet enjoyment.

Hermione and Ron went to the counter to get super bowls of ice cream, leaving Harry alone to find a suitable seat for the three of them.While looking at this somewhat dilapidated but very warm shop, he opened the seat.

The next moment he saw the red-haired woman sitting opposite.

He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone here, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Her gentle eyes stared at him curiously.Harry realized it in an instant, the eyes that had appeared countless times in his dreams, "It's you—"

"Red-haired Anna"——

There was a super luxurious ice cream boat in front of her. Harry didn't quite believe that she could eat it all by herself. He asked, "Only you?"

"Yes." Anna nodded, took a big mouthful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth. "We know each other?" She frowned and said in a low voice, "Don't tell others, I ran out secretly, and it's still working time." She stuck out her tongue.

Harry was speechless for a moment, he stammered and said, "It should be regarded as my one-sided acquaintance with you."

Anna nodded, "It shouldn't be counted, I know you too." She nodded at the scar on his forehead, "After all, you are so famous."

Harry quickly covered his forehead.

Hermione and Ron came over with ice cream, drinks and biscuits.

Hermione asked suspiciously: "What's the matter Harry? Why don't you sit down?" She stopped talking because she saw the red-haired woman opposite.

She touched Ron.

Ron was still picking cherries from the ice cream boat with his mouth.

Harry turned to them and introduced Anna, "Hermione, Ron, this is Anna."

Turning to Anna again, "Anna, this is Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley."

Anna smiled brightly, "Hi~"

Ron Ice Cream freaked out.

Hermione shook hands with her hesitantly, "Hello, emm, Mrs. Riddle, you can call me Hermione."

Anna said, "Just call me Anna."

They sat down.

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