[Comprehensive British and American] Platinum Trap

The hand in the darkness caressed Lucius's platinum-blond hair, and the other hand half embraced him in his arms. The ambiguous posture made Lucius' goose bumps all over his body.

What the hell is going on, what is the Dark Lord going to do?Could it be that he...had the wrong person?

As soon as this idea came out, Lucius couldn't help but think of those secret rumors from the previous generation, the Dark Lord and his father...

For a moment, Lucius felt as sick as if he had eaten a slug. It was the first time he had such disgusting thoughts towards the Dark Lord.

Lucius pushed away the hand on the hair, took a step back, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, I'm Lucius, please respect yourself!"

Fascinated by beauty, Malfoy felt uncomfortable at the thought of the Dark Lord's distorted face. If Voldemort had been like him before, he could accept it a little bit, but now... not at all.

The Dark Lord who pushed away was not angry, but just stared at Lucius' face in the dark, with a pair of blood-red pupils gleaming.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was so silent that neither of them spoke.

Just when the atmosphere was so weird that Lucius regretted it, the Dark Lord said in a hoarse voice, "Go down."

After saying that, he turned and went back into the darkness, ignoring Lucius who was frozen in place.

The platinum-haired man turned and left as if heaving a sigh of relief, leaving only silence and darkness in the room.

The Dark Lord sat alone in the darkness, staring blankly at the golden hair left by his fingertips, and it took him a while to regain his sanity.

He suddenly lost his interest in playing pranks before, and stretched out his hand to attract the hidden white giant snake. He stroked the snake's white and hideous head, and muttered to himself, "You are the only one left."

The owner of the blood-red eyes gradually closed his eyes, and only the sound of snake letters remained in the darkness.

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Lucius, covered in cold sweat, left the Dark Lord's room with an ugly face.When I went out, I met many people who wanted to say hello to him, but after seeing the ugly face of the platinum nobleman, those people also retreated with winks.

Snape was walking towards here with his medicine box, and it was a surprise to meet Lucius head-on.

He looked at Malfoy's ugly face that couldn't be concealed, and couldn't help joking with a vicious tongue:

"Isn't this our honorable Mr. Malfoy? Why, is this eating a fly from Lord Dark Lord? Those who don't know will think that you have fallen out of favor."

Lucius didn't feel angry because of Snape's words, but he still felt a little cold when he thought of what had just happened.

He straightened his hair that had been touched just now, corrected the expression on his face, and tried his best to make himself look the same as usual.

Seeing the potion box in Snape's hand, Lucius showed a clear look.

"Worthy of being a master of potions, now you are starting to serve the Dark Lord's lord personally, but...you need to change your poisonous tongue in front of your lord."

The first sentence is a counter-attack joke, but the latter sentence has a bit of sincerity.Snape could hear the meaning of Lucius' words, and knew that his friend was reminding him, but he couldn't say it too clearly here.

Thinking of the rumors I just heard in the corner, and thinking of Lucius' embarrassing expression just now...

Snape raised his eyebrows and said: "Compared to me as a reserve member, you should worry about yourself. Just now I heard that Barty Crouch was badly repaired by adults when he came here."

"How about it, would you like me to help you with some more pain relief and repairing medicine? For the sake of the scene, I will give you a friendly price."

Such sarcasm and concern were really Snape's style, Lucius shrugged, indicating that he was intact and didn't need any painkillers.

The two walked to an unoccupied hidden corner, and Lucius asked. "My lord asked you to make the soul stabilizer again? The pile you sent last time was consumed so quickly?"

"No, I've already prepared the soul stabilizer and brought it with me. This time, my lord asked me to make a compound decoction."

Snape said meaningfully.

"Compound Potion?" Lucius was stunned for a moment, and continued to ask, "What about the ingredients? Who does the Lord Dark Lord want to become?"

Snape, who was wrapped up in a few questions, shook his head without panic: "I don't know either. My lord asked me to come to pick up my hair this afternoon. It should be because I haven't found the materials before."

afternoon?Just now I asked the guard, only a few people entered the manor today, could it be that some of these people have something that the Dark Lord wants?

Lucius' brain was running fast... Reminiscent of the hand that just attached his hair... There was a hint of ominous premonition in his heart.

'No way...'

Looking at Malfoy's sudden expression, Snape also frowned. The two looked at each other, thinking of going together by coincidence.

The two looked at each other, changed the topic tacitly, and walked forward.

When they parted, Lucius gave Snape a signal look, and the other party nodded slightly after seeing it, and turned to leave.

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Rebecca really dressed up before going to the appointment, trying to make herself look better.

She hadn't seen Lucius for so long, and she didn't want him to see herself being chased like a stray dog. Rebecca wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Lucius, and let the conversation go by the way.

It wasn't that she wasn't surprised when she received the reply from the double-sided mirror, but after thinking about it, she thought that it was the rare place he chose for hiding - the old Slytherin house.

Where they last parted.

Rebecca was alone waiting for the father of her unborn child, her hands were tightly clasped, obviously a little nervous.

While she was practicing words in her mind, a figure walked out from the jungle. Rebecca heard the footsteps behind her and evoked a delighted smile.

"Lucius, you...come..."

Before she finished speaking, the smile on Rebecca's face disappeared completely.

She looked at the person walking towards her, and felt that all the blood in her heart had turned into ice and shattered all over the ground.

The man who came out of the jungle walked towards Rebecca step by step, with a playful smile on his twisted mouth.

"Miss Rebecca seems a little disappointed to see me." The Dark Lord watched closely the expression on the woman's face.

Rebecca forced a slight smile: "How come, the famous Lord Dark Lord is where Rebecca can meet whenever she wants?"

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows: "So, Miss Rebecca really wants to see me?"

The woman looked around noncommittally, as if she was looking for someone.

Voldemort watched the woman's movements and knew that she was waiting for Lucius, so he couldn't help laughing and said:

"I invited Miss Rebecca for several months but failed to invite her, but as soon as Lucius' name came out, Rebecca, you can't wait to come out to meet each other..."

"It really makes me sad~"

The dark lord's contorted face, combined with this slightly eerie emphasis... Rebecca was a little sick to her stomach

It's really disgusting...

The Dark Lord didn't know how much damage he had brought to others, and he was still talking about something enthusiastically...

Rebecca finally couldn't bear it anymore, her physical condition was not very good, and coupled with the past few months of hiding, she was really unable to hold on when she was pregnant.

The woman suddenly ran to the side of the woods and vomited, which stunned the Dark Lord. Was she disgusted by herself?

The Dark Lord was furious, and he simply didn't want to give up the hypocrisy with her. He would arrest her first, and then he would torture her as he wanted.

As soon as the wand moved, a Heart Eviscerate of the Dark Lord's Ace shot at Rebecca who was holding her head down to the tree trunk. Just as she was about to be hit, another magic light shot from the forest, blocking the Dark Lord's spell.

Rebecca clutched her aching belly and struggled to hold on to the tree trunk, looking in the direction of the person who helped her.

A masked man wearing a black cloak appeared in the sight of the two.

The man didn't seem to want to have too much confrontation with the Dark Lord. After blocking the Dark Lord's curse, he quickly used several Apparatus in a row, pulled up Rebecca, who was still standing still, turned around and ran away.

This figure seemed to have been hiding in the woods before, but he had never been on the road until Rebecca reached out for help when she was really in danger.

How could the Dark Lord suffer such a disadvantage, when he was furious, his first move was a death curse.

"Ananda's death!"

A ray of life-taking light came straight towards the two of them, and Rebecca's first reaction was to push away the person protecting her.

Unexpectedly, the masked man took advantage of the situation and pulled Rebecca to roll away, avoiding the death curse of the Dark Lord.

The life-robbing light struck the big tree behind the two of them, and the towering giant tree fell to the ground, its power was evident.

If this fell on someone, it would definitely be fatal. It can be seen that the Dark Lord just laid a ruthless hand.

Rebecca looked at the masked man who was protecting her in distress on the ground, and she was furious in her heart. She stood up suddenly, and regardless of the severe pain in her abdomen, she raised her hand to release a series of powerful black magic.

If the Killing Curse hadn't hit them just now... she would probably have lost him forever.

While the Dark Lord was resisting, the masked man took the opportunity to pull up Rebecca, who was about to fight again, and quickly moved away.

After everything gradually calmed down, the Dark Lord looked at the direction of the two people's escape with gloomy eyes, and he couldn't control his crazy emotions.

He yelled: "Who is it! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

The crazy roar resounded through the forest, startling the birds, but no one answered his question.

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Rebecca looked at the man in black who just rolled over on the ground and was in a bit of a mess, a trace of fineness flashed in her eyes, and then she was filled with bitterness.

She asked cautiously, "Lucius, is that you?"

The man in black, who couldn't see his face clearly, lowered his head and tidied up the fallen leaves around him, obviously not wanting to answer her question.

His attitude made Rebecca a little embarrassed, and she couldn't say what she wanted to say for a while.

Rebecca wanted to tell Lucius that she was pregnant, but she was afraid of seeing the man's headache and disgust, or... forget it.

When she thought that Lucius almost fell under the Dark Lord's death curse for herself, Rebecca's heart felt like a knife was twisted.

She can't drag him down like this anymore, he has saved her several times, it's time to get even.

But... I don't know if the appearance of a child who does not belong to the trajectory of fate will have any inevitable impact on Lucius.

The Anada Kedavra just hit Rebecca's heart like a thunderbolt, and instantly woke her up.

If something happened to Lucius, it would be tantamount to killing her. He should have followed the normal track to experience the plot, marry a wife and have children, and enjoy the life that belongs to Malfoy.

But now because of himself, he was repeatedly in danger and almost died.

This is absolutely not allowed by Rebecca, she...will not allow Lucius to get hurt because of herself.

She can't be so selfish, maybe...it's time to let go.

The author has something to say: the more you write, the more you will have a sense of beauty. Forgive the habit of a rotten girl... And... the story of the second CP is coming to an end

I feel that the procrastination of the lion is serious again... The progress of the plot is so slow~

Finally, thanks to the little angels for their comments and collections~888