[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

"You are very hostile to me." I suppressed the excitement of discovering the wand in my heart, and moved my eyes away from his pocket as calmly as possible, "Tom, why? Is it because I broke an appointment with you?"

Look into his eyes.

The more facial expressions I controlled, the more I learned things that Hannibal hadn't given me.It turns out that facial expression analysis and application in different situations, the same action will have many different meanings.

No body language is really fixed, everything needs to be explored by oneself, the more people you meet and the more expressions you see, the more experience you will have and new insights.

Like this moment.

I have a guilty conscience, but I have to look at Voldemort. He doesn't like me, but I still have to speak to him as gently as possible.

"Do you only think 'breaking the appointment' is important?" When I stared at him with apologetic and serious eyes on his originally mocking face, he was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't pretend to be such a calm look anymore, "Yes Sometimes I would think, maybe it’s not just your appearance that hasn’t changed over the years.”

"Anything else?" His pause made me eager to ask him.

What else did I miss, tell me quickly.

Nagini, who almost moved in front of me, never gave up the idea of ​​getting close to me after being called back by Voldemort.I thought it would take advantage of Voldemort's concentrated conversation with me at this moment, and continue to move towards me secretly.

But I guessed wrong again.

It really wanted to get close to me, but after hearing Voldemort's self-deprecating and obviously depressed voice in the second half of the sentence, it stopped moving, turned its little head back to look at its master, and then He poked his head and looked at me.

Finally, he swayed back to Voldemort's feet, coiled half of his body together, and looked very dejected with his head down.

As if it was sitting on a chair above its head and looking at my master, its eyes were filled with disappointment and incomprehension towards me.

"And your ability to play dumb." Voldemort spoke flatly, as if he was reading a text without emotion.

"as always."

But I could hear sadness in such a flat tone.

He looks sad.

why?

Will the two releases of pigeons in childhood really leave such a deep shadow on the child?

[There are really differences in how you treat people. No matter how badly someone is hurt more than him, you may not frown. ] Who is this other person referring to?

"I'm sorry." I apologized again, knowing he hated my apology.

"But I really don't remember, whether you believe it or not." Another half-true lie.

"My memory lasts in 1939, do you remember, we were celebrating Christmas and I was called away again. I don't know if we've ever met after that." I watched him carefully My reaction to speaking, but after hearing my 'amnesia', his calm face turned into annoyance, and there was still no extra expression for me to analyze.

I could only see his displeasure at my reasoning as if I was 'fooling' him.

"But judging from your reaction, I understand that we met face-to-face later, but my memory about that piece has really disappeared. After the reunion, I can remember some of your memories every time I fall asleep." It is a true fact that the secret of the 'live broadcast mission' is hidden.

"I..." I hesitated, recalling every word he said since the first meeting, and added what I thought was a reasonable and possible explanation for 'amnesia', "I may have been injured later, a very serious injury , What kind of tissue in the brain is probably damaged? Is it soft tissue? Muggle medical scientists seem to call it that."

"Anyway, there's something wrong with my memory, I... ah!" He suddenly raised his head, and he didn't know where he was poked by the words just now.

Startled me.

As long as you are a person, you need to rest. My brain has become clear and dull at times due to the lack of rest for a long time.Just now I have analyzed all the strange behaviors and sentences from the first time I saw Voldemort, and once again used up my waking balance, and now my brain has returned to a dull state.

The way he suddenly raised his head and looked at me with a serious expression scared my brain, and it took me five seconds to react. When I mentioned 'injury' just now, his irritable and disgusted expression seemed to be frozen on his face. For a moment, then it became so serious.

'Injuried'?This is the key word.

Will I be hurt by something when I go back next time?That incident may be the key to causing him to have so many strange words and deeds?After all, it's just a broken appointment, and only a person whose mind is as small as a pinprick will be twisted to this point, even if it's a child.

I understood and reasoned like this, but Sherlock once 'praised' me as a goldfish brain, which is the judgment he made on me after getting along for a long enough time.

He's right, I don't know anything about 'reasoning', it would be great if Sherlock was there, and it would save my brain from exploding in pain if I make a little reasoning.

Fortunately, this painful time will not last too long. When the pain in my head shifted from the temple to the back of the head, before I fainted, the red pupils that met my eyes suddenly became lifeless. Dissipate together at the same time.

The memory seemed to be out of control, and the scenes I had seen with Tom automatically flashed back like a wild horse, and my brain stopped thinking at that moment.

Obviously I didn't want to recall it, but I couldn't control it, and I couldn't even question why it recalled it by itself, until the pair of lost eyes were put aside, and when it regained its spirit again, my thinking ability also returned.

"It seems that you really don't remember." He glanced away and then looked at me again, calmly telling the truth.

"Dementia!" I was stunned, he was actually using Dementia on me just now!

Whether it's Hannibal or Sherlock, even if they don't believe my words, they will listen to my explanation.They will analyze the truth from my words, but Voldemort is different, magic makes people more simple and rude.

To determine whether a person is telling the truth or lying?

Veritaserum, Legilimency, are totally enough.

He doesn't care what I say, maybe I have lied to him too many times, so no matter how realistic I act, how many lying techniques I use, and how sincere my feelings are, it is useless.

Facing me, Voldemort believed only his eyes.

But with whom is he not like this?He believed in me other than when I first met him as a child, and what I did to the precious trust he had ever had was devastating.Did he trust anyone after that?

Does he still dare?

"Yeah." He nodded, as if it was a normal thing to use 'Instigmatism' on me, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It may be that the tense nerves that have finally been trusted have begun to relax, or it may be that 'Legiliency' itself brings uncomfortable side effects to the caster. Although my headache disappeared, dizziness followed .

I understand this feeling, I know what is going to happen next, I sat on the corner of the bed, with the soft bed behind me, but I couldn't fall backwards, because there were more important things for me to do.

'My wand!I must get my wand out of his pocket before I pass out! '

It was too late to say it, but then I stood up abruptly, dragged my dizzy body and took two steps at an extremely fast speed, and rushed to Voldemort.

I almost didn't step on it firmly at the last step, and fell into his arms. I grabbed the wand in his pocket with my right hand, fearing that he would notice it, and quickly grabbed his chest pocket with my left hand, pulling his hand to the side. Bend down.

"What tricks are you playing again!" He scolded angrily.

He originally put his hands on both sides of the chair, and he sounded very surprised and angry when he faced my throwing arms and hugging me. He pushed me with his right hand, as if he was chasing away a sticky slug Like, to pull me away from him.

no!I can't let him push me away, I'm not sure when I'll fall asleep, if he pushes me away now, wouldn't I immediately find the wand in my right hand.

Wouldn't my target be exposed then?He has already noticed the killing intent on Nagini just now, and if the attempt on the wand is discovered again, I'm afraid he will finish me on the spot.

"Don't push me away, I'm so dizzy." I grabbed his left hand on his breast pocket harder.

He had a lot of strength, but he didn't really push me away.Compared with the appearance of really trying to get rid of me, his current action is more like pushing and shoving twice.

But even so, I didn't have the strength to resist at this time, I just felt that my whole body was going to fall backwards.

While speaking, a sweet aroma squeezed into my nostrils.

'It's so sweet. '

'It smells so familiar. '

I can smell a lot of sweet, familiar smells from his body. I just passed by before, so I only remember that this smell is the smell of Christmas night in 1939.

Now I'm in his arms, and the close and long hug made me carefully distinguish the smell on his body.

'Bloody lollipop? 'It turned out to be this taste, isn't this the Halloween dessert I once introduced to him.

"Tom."

I buried my face in his arms and took a deep breath of the sweet smell in my nostrils, and couldn't help calling his name.

This taste really touches my memory so much, I can't associate him with the Dark Lord at all, my mind is full of that black-haired boy who is very easy to satisfy and smiles so cutely.

And after hearing me address him, Voldemort stopped pushing me away.

I could feel his entire body stretched, and his chest became hard, as if he was frozen somewhere.

"You, what's the matter with you..." It was also at this moment that Voldemort noticed that my distress was not fake, it seemed real.

His tone suddenly panicked, he held me up as if he wanted to hug me.

'No, I can't let him hug me, it will also expose me. '

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just... just a little dizzy." I quickly stopped his movements, raised my head and wanted to smile at him, and my sleepiness became more and more serious. Dazzled me, I could see his frown, but I didn't have time to finish the sentence.

Great.

"Just let me sleep for a while..."

My legs suddenly went limp, and a feeling of weakness and numbness swept over my whole body again, and I finally passed out before being exposed.

Before I fainted, I could only see his frowning brows, and I couldn't even see his eyes clearly, but his anxious words were clearly heard in my ears.

"Ginny, you, what's wrong with you?"

**

1942, London, England, winter.

I reappeared where I left off that Christmas three years ago.

It's just that this time it didn't appear in 1940 as I expected, and I actually appeared three years later, and the dilapidated small hotel was completely different.

The place where I fell was a piece of ruins. In the ruins, there were a few skinny but ferocious wild wolves staring at me, with yellow-green liquid dripping from the corners of their mouths. They looked at me like they were watching a Christmas meal. Average meal.

Breathing out in such a cold weather, clearly visible.

I stroked the wand in my right hand without panicking.

The author has something to say: Today's!Halfway through writing, the power was cut off last night emmmmm, then I squatted at the door and carved plaster with the light of the corridor, emmm... a little desperate

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