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"A house made of stone is strong? A wolf's wisdom is always more than that."

"Viddie, how intelligent do you think pigs can be?"

"How could someone call a little winged dot an elf?! My God, there's such a fat witch, shame on her, she must be a Hufflepuff. And that stupid prince, who wants to Relying on the glass slipper to identify people, I have every reason to believe that he is blind, and the Cinderella he found in the end is a lunatic who cut off the leg of the former Cinderella and replaced it with himself."

"Don't make fairy tales so scary, Viddy, it's not a good habit."

"A noble princess actually wants to work hard under the hands of a bunch of dwarves? Merlin, this is terrible. And to be woken up by a kiss, this must be evil black magic."

"...it's amazing to hear 'wicked black magic' coming out of your mouth."

Voldemort raised his face from the book of fairy tales that he despised so much. Given that his fear of Gellert had dissipated a lot after getting along with him during this period of time, at least Voldemort could speak about himself smoothly when reading books before going to bed. thought out.

Those scarlet eyes looked at Gellert, who was wearing a ridiculous white nightcap on the big bed not far away, and that man didn't feel that his image would hinder the definition of a big devil, holding a book calmly Looking at Voldemort solemnly: "I think you can calm yourself to see the wisdom of these children."

"One is a brutal killing, one is whimsical about marrying a prince, and the other is a princess who was framed by her father and stepmother and was almost taken as a maid by some dwarfs. You say, these are children's wisdom?" Voldemort shook The hard-shell book in his hand has memorized the Three Little Pigs, Cinderella, Snow White and other bedtime readings for the children skillfully. Voldemort, the little fairy tale, complained mercilessly, "Looks like a Muggle child It's really different."

Gellert rolled his eyes unapologetically. He could see that this man with a good-looking face and beautiful eyes was actually stubborn and naive in some aspects. At least his dislike for Muggles was almost all the time. Covered.

No wonder Albus didn't like him.

But Gellert didn't say this. Gellert, who had fully understood Voldemort's life, felt that Dumbledore was right all his life, but he still did one thing wrong.

He miscalculated a little boy who had been oppressed by the darkness of Muggles for 11 years, so that this little girl still suffered from injustice after entering the magical world, which eventually led to psychological distortion.

This little guy became the Dark Lord when he grew up, and now he was sitting on a clean white bed not far from Gellert, looking at the fairy tale book in his hand with a sneer on his face.

Sighing, Gellert felt that self-love first was like the parent of a naughty child, full of helplessness all the time: "I hope this won't distract you and cause you to fly quills all over the sky again tomorrow, you know , I'm running out of quills."

And made Voldemort a little bit aggrieved.Because of the suppression, he was always unable to control the output of magic power, but perhaps the long-term suppression training made him more at ease with his soul, and the feeling of clear head that he hadn't had for a long time was really addictive.

Leaning on the soft white pillow, half of his shoulders were buried in the pillow, Voldemort's long black hair was loosely scattered behind him, and the ends of his hair fell on the bed, covered by the white quilt.Voldemort casually pulled the hair behind his ears, and his narrow eyebrows looked a little aggrieved: "I will do well."

Gellert raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "I hope so."

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Voldemort finally had a clue about the "lovely and intelligent" man.And this clue was not discovered by Voldemort, but by Gellert himself.

"I think we'll have a visitor in a few days." Gellert unsolicited the incident during yet another bedtime reading gathering.

Voldemort was looking at Cinderella in his hand, and complained about the childishness and low-level of the so-called magic in it, as well as the indecision of Cinderella's stepmother and sister-wanted to marry the prince but not kill Cinderella, no wonder they didn't The method worked—but as soon as Gellert's words came out, Voldemort put aside the fairy tale, then raised his head with a smile: "I didn't know yet, we would have visitors."

Facing Voldemort's weird smile, Gellert raised his eyebrows and didn't go into it. Instead, he turned a page of the book in his hand and said calmly, "He comes every year, during... oh, his annual vacation."

Voldemort was a little unfamiliar with this term, and it sounded like Voldemort frowned unconsciously: "Is he a Muggle?"

Gellert laughed: "Yes, Muggles," he said, looking up at Voldemort: "You don't seem to like them all the time, oh, of course, I didn't like them before, but not liking them doesn't mean you have to Completely kill."

Voldemort didn't speak, but felt that this person had been infected by the old bee's "Muggle-loving syndrome".

But Gellert didn't care about what Voldemort was thinking, but continued: "It's a very childish thing to kill someone if you hate someone. But I don't blame you, after all, you can even split the soul. come out."

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Voldemort felt that the worst thing he did in his life was to make Horcruxes, thus starting the nasty days of being killed and being ruthlessly ridiculed.The most annoying person I know is Grindelwald...

Oh, and that damned Moriarty, who would have become what he was if it hadn't been for himself!

If I had known earlier, I would have let that iron-absorbing guy kill them, the guy who will take revenge!

But perhaps because of the divergence of this topic, Voldemort temporarily gave up asking about the unknown person.Gellert calmly turned the page in his hand to the next page. Inside, the little prince met a little fox, and the little fox was telling his secret.

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It was late at night when Voldemort saw the legendary man who made him read fairy tales for a long time.

Voldemort, who was used to Gellert's physiological routine, slept soundly. Although there was a German Dark Lord lying not far away, Voldemort still maintained a good sleep state.

However, just as the moon was at its highest point, Voldemort heard a strange noise.

The long-term war and hiding made Voldemort used to be sensitive to any sound, even in his sleep, he would be forced to wake up.

Slowly opened his eyes, those ruby-like eyes had a beautiful color in the night, he heard the sound of something scraping against the glass, it seemed to be metal, but the sound didn't last long, because he felt a cool wind As it blew, Voldemort's long black hair fluttered slightly.

The windows were opened.

Voldemort frowned slightly, and wanted to sit up to see what was going on, but when he wanted to prop up the bed to do it, he found that his body seemed to be suppressed and he couldn't move.

Cursing Gellert in his heart, there is no doubt that it must be the ghost of that person, but Voldemort didn't say much, but tried to use his mentality to keep calm, and then he heard a clear footstep , and then there was a low English voice full of American accents: "I said to press a ladder, Gellert, this is very inconvenient."

"When did you say that?"

Very familiar, it belonged to Gellert's voice.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was familiar with the guy who came in through the window?

I heard the man with a strong American accent say: "Six years ago, when you were having dinner, you ate a piece of smoked sausage and corn kernels, and complained that it was going to rain at night." After a pause, "Your clothes haven't changed in the past few years, which is very unhygienic."

Gellert didn't speak for a while, but the first reaction of Voldemort lying there was: I remember so clearly what happened six years ago, hey, has this person taken the potion that makes people smarter?

However, Gellert seemed to be used to this situation, and let out a low laugh, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against the quilt.Gellert stepped on his pair of soft plush slippers - a gift from this man - and then, with a smile, said: "Long time no see, Sheldon, maybe you would like to Give me a hug."

"No, you don't look clean at all."

"I swear I put myself in the bathroom for a long time, using the body wash you asked for, and look, my skin is red."

This kind of cheerful and carefree tone made Voldemort feel terrified, my God, the Germans, a generation of the Dark Lord, are actually... telling a joke!

Voldemort was tempted to look back, and in fact he did.Gellert's suppression of him has obviously relaxed, and Voldemort's magic power has naturally increased after a long period of training, which allows him to stand up and look back at the window.

The castle at night is peaceful and quiet, only the moonlight outside the window pours in from the window, spilling silver all over the place.

A tall, lanky man in a ridiculous-looking red jumper with wide-eyed eyes, like the ridiculous cartoon character on his suit.But Gellert stretched out his arms towards him, and the devil in a nightcap and fluffy pajamas looked looking forward to a hug.

"Well, if you take a shower..." The man was still muttering, and while he was muttering, Gellert had already stepped forward and hugged him into his arms.

Voldemort's eyes widened for a moment.

There is only one sentence in my head:

Grindelwald, you actually want to learn from Princess Rapunzel!

…Damn what was I thinking, damn book of fairy tales!