[HP] How to properly feed the savior

When they came to Malfoy Manor at night, Narcissa Malfoy, the hostess of the manor, opened the door for them.

"Your Excellency is already waiting in the conference hall." Narcissa has the black long hair inherited from the Black family, but one lock has turned white.Compared with her sister, Narcissa looks pale and thin, but she has a noble and elegant temperament. However, at this moment, she seems restless, confused, and her eyes are flickering, as if hesitating to speak.

Riddle looked at her, "Is Draco okay?"

"He's fine, fine." Narcissa seemed to choke up for a moment, and quickly recovered her reserved calm. "But Lucius..."

"The Dark Lord will not let his loyal followers wait too long in Azkaban." Riddle left after saying this, leaving Narcissa trembling in place.

I don't know if he has been here before, but Riddle is familiar with Malfoy Manor, and he quickly found the conference hall.Bellatrix, who was on guard at the door, glanced haughtily at him from under her eyelids before opening the door and letting them in.

When he was alone, Voldemort seemed very easy-going and easy to get along with. Riddle went to the first seat on Voldemort's left and sat down. He stood behind Riddle, his eyes fell on the one that Voldemort's slender fingers lightly held. On the overly decorated little box.Before the other party spoke first, Riddle casually talked about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and told the other party a few products that George had introduced to them.

"Such a small trick," Voldemort said, picking up the smoke grenade imported from Peru from the table, "will not affect me."

"Ah, yes, but for your subordinates." Riddle lazily leaned back on the high-back chair.

The opponent put down the smoke bomb noncommittally, and slowly stroked the top of the props with his fingers, making them disappear. "I'll tell them to be careful with those anti-spell items. I came to you for something more important."

The ornate box automatically stepped forward and opened in front of them.A small golden cup floated up with two exquisite ear handles. Riddle grabbed it and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, showing a fascinated look.

"Badger... Hufflepuff?" Riddle raised his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on the golden cup.

"I got it from a disgusting old woman." Voldemort waved his wand, and the locket was withdrawn, a fake gold cup fell into it, and the box closed itself as if it had never been touched. "Together with our family locket."

"Nice job." Riddle muttered, "Is she dead?"

"Poisoned. I had just graduated at the time, so I didn't dare to make too much noise." Voldemort replied lightly, as if that life was worthless at all.

"It's cheap for her," Riddle snorted coldly, "Dare to meddle in the dregs of our Slytherin heritage."

"Hepzibah Smith, she is a descendant of Hufflepuff." Voldemort's tone was tinged with contempt. "It is really sad that the descendant of the Big Four has nothing left but a house full of treasures to decorate her vanity." What's the matter?"

"The most precious treasure of the Big Four is Hogwarts." Riddle said softly, transforming the gold cup into a ring and wearing it on his hand. "I've already got the Ravenclaw crown, so that's it?"

"All the Horcruxes are back to us." Nagini wandered over, resting her huge head on Riddle's lap, who stroked it tenderly.Voldemort watched this scene with satisfaction, "I have good news, Dumbledore has found a place where the Horcruxes are hidden, Gaunt's old house."

Riddle paused for a moment without responding.

"He should have discovered that the ring was a fake, but that won't stop him from looking for the remaining Horcruxes." With a wave of Voldemort's hand, the door of the chamber opened and Bellatrix walked in. "Bella, save this thing and don't let me down."

"Please rest assured, I will never make the mistake of Lucius." Bella walked away respectfully holding the box.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

Bellatrix was Voldemort's most trusted Death Eater, but Voldemort convinced her that the box contained real Horcruxes.In other words, Voldemort believed that Dumbledore would be able to find out about Bellatrix sooner or later, and only if Bella firmly believed that the Horcrux was real, could he even deceive Dumbledore.But such important information, let him, who is not even considered a Death Eater, know?

The door closed again. "For a long time, I thought Snape was a double agent who was loyal to me. Now, I'm starting to doubt it." Voldemort's tone did not turn cold as he did in front of everyone, but showed a joking tone, as if It was hilarious that Snape dared to deceive the Dark Lord. "He is still providing me with real information. It is very likely that Dumbledore ordered him to do so, to reveal the information that is not the most important to me, in exchange for my trust in Snape. I also Don't mind Snape leaking some less important information to the Order, like you did in that ridiculous magazine."

"You need me to help you obtain information?" Riddle raised his eyebrows. "Dumbledore doesn't trust me, at least not as much as he trusts Snape."

"I'm well aware of that." Voldemort said with a hint of impatience, "but there are some things that only you and I know, Snape doesn't."

"for example?"

"I cast a lot of protective spells on the ring in Gaunt's old house. Dumbledore is a master at cracking spells, but as he always believed, magic leaves traces. I found him to crack other spells." Only the one hidden in the ring has no trace." Voldemort paused, and then said slowly, "That is the deadliest one, if he puts the ring on without cracking it, his remaining lifespan will not exceed one Year."

"Why did he wear that ring?" Riddle twirled the ring on his hand uneasily—it was the one transformed from the resurrection stone. "Since it's a Horcrux, there's no reason for him to wear it, is there?"

"I don't know." Voldemort replied simply, "I saw in Snape's brain that he was brewing a potion to delay the onset of that curse—he thought it wasn't a secret, or that I wouldn't know about Dumbledore. Found the fake, so that didn't stop me from probing that part of the memory - I have reason to think Dumbledore triggered the curse."

"Then how do I identify it?" Riddle stopped what he was doing and frowned.

"Curses leave traces. You'll find them on the hand where he wore the ring."

Riddle was silent.He was reminiscing about the words Voldemort said before, "Only you and I know."

What is he?

"One last thing," Voldemort said as he tucked his wand back into his sleeve and folded his fingers in a very Dumbledore-like gesture. "I hope we can agree on this Harry Potter issue."

"Break into the Ministry of Magic for a stupid prophecy, and expose yourself to the eyes of the public, where did your proud mind go?" Riddle sneered. "You're taking that prophecy too seriously, and it's blinding your eyes to what's really important right now."

"I have not let up on our ultimate goal. On this point, I believe we are one." Voldemort said calmly, "Even if I were not for that prophecy, people still believe that Harry Potter is the one who can defeat My savior, Harry Potter, is not dead, and they won't really surrender to me."

"So, you're saying that unless Harry Potter isn't around, you can't convince other people of you?"

At that moment, Voldemort's face showed a furious look, but he quickly suppressed it, "You don't need to provoke me. You and I both know that killing Harry Potter is the easiest and most effective way. You protect him The reason is that you think that if I can attack him, then I can attack you."

"You did attack me." Riddle still maintained that calm tone of anger.

"You didn't let me succeed, otherwise you wouldn't let me." Voldemort began to speak faster, "Let's spread the word out, we are the same person, with the same way of thinking and similar strength, we The fight between them is meaningless internal friction. As the most powerful of my Horcruxes, you are completely different from that accidental product of Harry Potter. We should cooperate for the same goal, not Energy wasted on each other."

"No matter how similar we are, you have to admit that there are subtle differences between us," Riddle said cautiously. "It means that even if the goal is the same, the way we achieve it may be different."

"I can respect your ways." Voldemort showed great generosity, "but you can't get in my way either."

"If I can keep Harry Potter from hindering your actions, can you let him go? After all," Riddle spread his hands, "he is also one of our Horcruxes."

"I can agree to this condition." Voldemort thought about it, "but if he appears in front of me again, or directly causes me to fail to achieve my goal, you can no longer prevent me from killing him."

"Fair." Riddle nodded in agreement.

"Hand out."

They hold each other's wrists.It was only at this time that the effect of magic deformation could be seen. Although Riddle's skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, it still looked more human than Voldemort's plaster-like complexion.As the magic power condensed, a Dark Mark raised up on the inside of Riddle's arm, and then slowly disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

"Now, you have as much control over the Death Eaters as I do."

"That's not bad." Riddle ran his fingers along the inside of his arm. "I can feel them all outside the door."

"Yes, I need to formally introduce you to them."

The door opened, and the Death Eaters filed in.He noticed that the Death Eaters who were arrested for participating in the Department of Mysteries incident were also among them. Judging from Lucius' messy stubble and wet cloak, he probably just escaped from prison and flew here from the North Sea. , come to the meeting right away, otherwise it would be hard to imagine Malfoy being so unkempt.Narcissa and Draco followed behind Lucius, and the hostess of Malfoy Manor put her black silk netted hand on her son, her fingertips almost digging into his flesh.Why would Draco be at the Death Eaters meeting?

"Sit, my friends." Voldemort looked around, only one seat was vacant, he counted the number of people, and that seat should belong to Snape, but Voldemort didn't seem to mind Snape's absence. "It's been years since we've been together like this. I have to admit, it's my responsibility, I've been gone for so long and many of you believe I'm dead."

There was an uneasy commotion among the Death Eaters.

"I don't blame you, after all, the realm I stepped into on the road to eternal life is a bit too incomprehensible to you." Voldemort paused, and the Death Eaters fell silent. "But I don't want this to happen again. For this reason, I appoint a successor. If I am defeated and disappear, and the world thinks I am dead, you will respect him as the new leader and unite under his command , taking his orders as mine."

Voldemort stretched out his arms, beckoning Riddle to the crowd.

"Why him?" asked Fenrir Greyback, leader of the werewolves. "I don't see anything special about him."

"He is a part of me. You can understand it as a copy of my past, who knows all my secrets, sees all my goals, and contributes to our cause in other fields." Voldemort replied lightly. , "If your poor brain can't understand, just obey."

There was a low roar of laughter.Fenrir's expression changed, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded to Riddle, which was regarded as approval.

"If his instructions conflict with yours, who should we listen to?" Bellatrix stared at Riddle, as if she was very dissatisfied with the phrase "know all my secrets".

"There is no such possibility, no more. The conflict between us is like two opinions that cannot be disputed in a person's mind. No matter how big their differences are, this person will eventually make a definite behavior." See Bella's face Looking extremely disgusted, but without any movement, Voldemort stood up. "Today, we are welcoming a new member to join our great cause. Draco Malfoy, are you willing to be loyal to me and contribute your strength to the glory of pure blood?"

Narcissa grasped her son nervously, and shook her head almost imperceptibly.However, Draco shook off his mother vigorously, and stood up with a face full of joy, "This is my honor! I have been looking forward to this day for too long!"

Lucius turned his head slightly and sighed slightly.

"Come on, come to the front." Voldemort showed a barely benevolent smile, "I want to mark you."

"Wait a minute." Riddle immediately attracted everyone's attention, "I...I mean, we don't accept minors as Death Eaters. As far as I know, Draco won't come of age until next year."

Narcissa looked at Riddle gratefully.Bellatrix sneered a few times.

"I'm strong enough to take my responsibility!" Draco retorted vehemently, glancing anxiously back and forth between Voldemort and Riddle.

"It has nothing to do with your strength. We are here to protect the future of wizards, the future of pure blood. And you, you are the future of the wizarding world. You are the object of our protection. There is no reason for you to risk Life is in danger and going to the front line." Riddle said with a fair attitude. "You know what a Death Eater has to do, don't you?"

"I can do it! And I'm willing to take such a risk!" Draco blushed a little, "I'm a Malfoy, and I have the responsibility to safeguard the honor of the family." Saying that, Draco Glancing at his father, "I will do better than my father!"

Why do these words sound more and more like what Harry Potter said?Should it be said that Harry and Draco are worthy of being a pair of enemies?

"Look, Lucius, did you hear what your son said?" Voldemort laughed. "You should be proud of having such a son."

Draco puffed out his chest proudly.

"In the past, we did not accept minors to join." Voldemort turned to Riddle, and explained in a gentle tone, "In our time, the situation of pure blood was not as regrettable as it is today, and there are so many ancient Families exist, and their brilliance shines on the entire magic world. The current situation is so difficult, our races are fewer and fewer, and some rules should also change with the development of the times."

"Oh, sure, I see it," said Riddle sarcastically.

Draco finally got the Dark Mark and sat back in his seat happily.

"One last thing." Voldemort walked leisurely in the room, "Lucius, before you were imprisoned in Azkaban, I gave you a task. How did you go about it?"

Lucius quickly sat up straight, but his eyes fell on him. "I've got results."

"Speak out and let everyone present listen."

"Yes, my lord." Lucius cleared his throat, "I have to regret to inform... Young Master, the boy behind you, he was not born of a wizard as you thought. He is an out-and-out Buckled Mudblood."

Riddle froze.He took a step back, and everyone in the conference hall focused their eyes on him. Fenrir gritted his teeth, and Bellatrix smiled more cruelly.

"Evidence?" Riddle asked first. "That's a pretty serious accusation."

"I went to the Muggle orphanage where he was raised and found out what his parents' names were. His father was Polish-Catholic and his mother was American Protestant, and they were both Muggles, their ancestors and offshoots are Muggles too."

"Have you found them? Confirmed that none of them have magical abilities?" He asked softly, very skeptical about this, his parents could not possibly exist in this universe.

"Uh, no. After they put you in the care of distant relatives, they flew to the United States. The plane disintegrated in the air and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean." Lucius didn't dare to look at him.

"So you found my distant relative?"

"Uh, this, no." Lucius wiped his sweat with his sleeve, "The orphanage provided the address, but when I found it, I was told that they had moved out."

"That is to say, you didn't find anyone who is related to me by blood, and you concluded my origin just based on a certain Muggle's one-sided statement?" He felt a little disappointed, and at that moment just now, he still Really hope that Lucius finds some relative of his, even if it is a relative from more than 100 years ago.

"I, I can be sure that Muggle didn't deceive me." The sweat on Lucius' forehead grew more and more.There was a little laughter among the Death Eaters.

"So in your opinion, what the Muggles think is the truth."

The Death Eaters laughed louder.

"Enough." Voldemort turned to face him. "You deny Lucius' accusation. Do you think you come from a pure-blood family?"

The Death Eaters fell silent, everyone - except Lucius - staring at him intently.

"No." He replied neither humble nor overbearing, "I am a Muggleborn, and neither of my parents are wizards."

He heard gasps and whispers in the chamber, and he just looked into Voldemort's scarlet eyes, where there was neither hatred nor malice, only cruelty.

"There must be something wrong." Riddle sounded a little flustered, "The Sorting Hat said he could be sorted into Slytherin. He can't be a complete Muggle."

"That hat needs to be cleaned," Bellatrix said sharply.

"I don't know why the Sorting Hat thinks I should go to Slytherin, but I am very aware of my origins, yes, I am indeed a Muggleborn." He understood what Riddle was panicking about, but he thought Voldemort had been involved in mysterious affairs He had gotten the answer from Lucius before that matter, and from the moment he stepped into Malfoy Manor, Voldemort had sentenced him to death.

"You, a mudblood, dare to deceive Voldemort and lurk beside me in the past as a pure blood?" Voldemort's tone was cold, and a strong coercion spread across the conference room.Before he even had time to touch his own wand, he couldn't move at all, and was controlled by the magic to slowly float towards Voldemort. "Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"

"I don't know." He replied calmly.

"My master, please allow me to demonstrate for this Mudblood..." Bellatrix asked in a cloyingly sweet tone.

"He's yours."

He was caught off guard and fell on the table, slid all the way in front of Bellatrix, and before he had time to react, he was hit by a spell.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

He bit his wrist to keep from screaming. This was completely different from Bella's painless Cruciatus last time. He had never experienced such long and endless pain, as if every nerve in his body The extremities were crushed severely, and hundreds of billions of electrical signals were running wildly in his body. His brain could no longer handle so much pain, and it was almost crazy.Not to please them, he told himself, not to appear weak in front of them.

The excruciating pain stopped.He slumped on the cold and hard table under him, every inch of his muscles lost strength due to the torture, and tears fell uncontrollably amidst the Death Eaters' cruel laughter, which made him feel more humiliated than the previous torture .

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't hear the scream, Bella." Voldemort's voice seemed to come from far away. "That's not satisfactory."

"Sorry, my lord, I..."

"Who else wants to demonstrate? Fenrir? No, no, you can stay until the end, every time you kill your prey so quickly that they don't suffer much...McNeil? Very well, you Come on first... Anthony, wait a minute, everyone has a chance, we can't let him die too fast, can we? That doesn't fit his crime..."

He closed his eyes, wondering how many people would be lining up to torture him.

"I'll do it." Riddle's cold voice sounded, suppressing all other noises. "He lied to me, made me a laughing stock, and he needs to pay for it."

It was like a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, he opened his eyes, struggled hard, and called out in a voice as thin as a gossamer, "Tom, please..."

"Who gave you permission to call me by your foul tongue?" Riddle snapped, pointing his wand at him, "Avada Kedavra!"

The author has something to say: Thank you Cheng Aiwa for mine X2~(≧▽≦)/~