[HP] Tsundere from afar

Voldemort gave me a slight approval for my return, as if I had passed some test.

Maybe it was the fact that I didn't escape that caught his way somehow?

But the things that made Voldemort angry have already happened, so even if Voldemort punishes Jakore again, it will not help. I read a few books of Umbridge very gracefully. I have no idea.But Yakore lost Voldemort's trust, which reminded me of the fact that once Voldemort suspects me, it is very difficult to gain his trust again.

Although Voldemort gave the Death Eaters very little trust in the first place, but now he even has a feeling of wanting to roll up his sleeves and go out to catch Harry himself every day.Potter's thoughts.

Looks a little crazy...

I've always found Voldemort's behavior in sending me to the Ministry of Magic last time a bit of an anomaly, amounting to a perverted temptation.

Until one day, I remember it was a very ordinary rainy day, which was unusually mixed with some terrible thunder.At that time, I was practicing "Cruciatus" under Bella's guidance. Although I couldn't cast it correctly to cause pain, I occasionally hit the opponent. This made me feel sorry for Mr. Ollivander. My trembling hand He could barely hold his wand steady.

Pettigrew appeared at the door strangely. He looked at me with a look of death, and shouted at me impolitely: "Come out, Hufflepuff."

"What's the matter?" Bella frowned and looked at Pettigrew. She has always been able to scare Pettigrew, but this time Pettigrew didn't run away in a desperate manner, but was very confident.

"Master is looking for you!" He rolled his gloomy eyes, as if his revenge had been avenged. "This time is not a trivial matter that can be fooled by pretending to be stupid, miss."

I froze, my wand fell to the floor and slid far away from me, but stupidly I still watched Pettigrew without any movement---

Why do I always have a feeling of being caught with pigtails?

Or was it my teenage sixth sense that didn't exist in the first place?

I followed Pettigrew to the door of the study, my heart was beating like thunder.The moment we opened the door of the study, the whole study was illuminated by sudden lightning, and a very, very heavy thunder sounded around us, as if it could set off the entire Malfoy Manor. I shuddered.

Then it fell silent, and I saw a man lying on the ground with his back to me. He had brown scraggly hair, motionless as if he had been dead for a long time.

I suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, the bones in my body seemed to be falling apart, and my heart was inexplicably painful, very, very, inexplicable.

And Voldemort waved as usual: "Come here, Eve."

I walked obediently, passing many Death Eaters, including Draco who was staring at me motionlessly, Lucius who turned his face away not to meet my gaze, and Bella and Pettigrew who were standing there just now.And when I passed that man, I saw his profile.

Finally I stopped there, not wanting words or actions.

I didn't even have the face to say his name again.

I don't have the face to recall how I was named by him.

I have no face to recall how I broke up with him.

I don't have the face to recall how I met him again... All this made me feel like I was slapped dozens of times.

My cheeks were hot and my eye sockets were dry.

"What's going on, Eve?" Voldemort asked me with a slight smile, and he got up and approached me, as if asking me what the weather was like today was inconsequential.

It was raining heavily outside the window, I opened my mouth, my ears were so stuffy that I didn't know what to say, I should look silly.

"Don't you know?" Voldemort continued, but I couldn't hear a word with my head bowed, so I didn't even answer his question.

"Or, you left Yakore to find this man, what did you do, what did you say?"

It was eerily silent.

"Is he dead?" I finally found my voice, raised my face, and looked at Voldemort with a desperate look close to hatred. At that moment, I wanted to use my wand to avatar Voldemort, but damn it The wand is not with me.

I was already disgusted that he hurt Ruth, but now if Gary is killed by him, I really want to cry for him.

And Voldemort's face suddenly twisted, he swung his wand and knocked me into the air, I felt that I was lifted up into the air and hit the opposite wall hard, some kind of pain from the back made me finally howl, head and hard The impact on the wall made me feel dizzy.

I vaguely saw Draco on the side almost clenched his fists, and finally looked at me tremblingly.

In the end, I still looked at Voldemort out of breath, and I looked at him with an inquisitive attitude: "Is he dead?"

"Don't look at me like that!" Voldemort grinned and said, he looked like a monster: "So much like that Russ!"

"Is he dead?!"

"Damn disgusting eyes!" Voldemort cursed and waved his wand.

"tell me!"

Voldemort knocked me away with another swing of his wand, his magic so overwhelming and irresistible that it seemed as if a little more force would kill me.

"Is he your lover too, the same as your idiot grandpa?" He never answered my question, nor did he use Cruciatus.

I suddenly felt that everything was a little nasty. It seemed that Ruth and I were going through the same thing.I looked into his scarlet eyes, and finally I shook my head feebly, feeling dizzy: "No..."

Pettigrew finally couldn't help standing up, he approached Voldemort with a tiptoe gesture and said coquettishly, "She's lying, master."

I really want to beat this mouse!

"Shut up!" Draco finally couldn't bear to fight back against Pettigrew, his wand even poking out of his sleeve, but he was quickly stopped by Lucius.

"Go down, Peter!" whispered Voldemort, his scarlet eyes looking as if they were about to bleed.

I stiffened my neck, and something that I could no longer hold back blurred my eyes——

"He is my relative!"

Suddenly, I couldn't bear the pain and grievances all over my body anymore, and I cried out as if I was venting. The tears flowed down as if they couldn't stop, dripping onto the ear frames and the carpet, which made me realize more clearly Issues.Finally, I fell into the darkness groggyly, and I couldn't even murmur clearly, so Voldemort gave me a "clear water like a spring", and I was stimulated by the cold water. Pull back in the dark.

"Please." I begged unconsciously.

"He's not dead." Still Voldemort's disgusting red eyes came into view, he suddenly turned and left, and the black robe brushed my cheek, reminding me of the scene of kissing his robe in humiliation not long ago.But I can't wrestle with my emotions and memories right now.

I crawled up to Gary and put my finger under his nose, and the wisps of breath drifting past my fingers almost brought me to tears of joy.

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted not far away.

But I soon felt settled, because Gary wasn't dead, and this tranquility was like a powerful palliative that made my whole body happy, and even the physical pain was a little bit insignificant.But soon I started worrying about things like why on earth is Gary here, what does Voldemort know, or what is he trying to ask?

Hufflepuff's brain capacity is not enough, not to mention that I have always kept goldfish in my mind.

"Don't lie to me, Eve." Voldemort's cold voice came from not far away: "What did you do without telling Yakore?"

My mind was in a mess, I didn't know how to muddle through, and I couldn't find any clues at all.

"She must have done something bad for you, master!" At this time, Pettigrew said in a desperate manner: "Can we use Veritaserum on her?"

This last knife is really good, I suddenly know something.According to Pettigrew's definite and decisive speculation, Voldemort must not have collected the answer he wanted from Gary, so they can only ask me... That's right!Gary is a member of a pure-blood family. I heard from Draco that pure-blood families usually exercise the Occlumency of their heirs, so Voldemort obviously cannot use Legilimency to detect any news.

"Severus is not here, and the Veritaserum is not needed for the time being." Voldemort flatly rejected Pettigrew.

"Then instigmatize." I replied a little weakly, although I don't know Occlumency at all, I still replied very tough.

This made the surrounding air stagnate for a moment.

"Herbert Andres was my partner since I was a child, and we could only survive by relying on each other." I struggled to lean against the wall and watch Voldemort, even half-sitting like this was a little painful : "Later we separated because of some things, and we didn't meet until recently. I just...he is going back to Germany, and I will say goodbye."

"She's lying!" Pettigrew stood out from the crowd, pointing at me and screaming loudly, as if wishing Voldemort would see through my lie and give me an Avada.

"In this case, use Dementor on me." I suppressed my fear and looked up at Voldemort, as if I was very fearless, but I felt that my limbs were going numb.

Yes, I'm betting.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes met mine, with scrutiny and confusion, but deeper distrust, after all, he never trusted others.In the end, he still raised his slender nostrils, and stretched out his wand to me——

"Dementor!"

At that moment, I felt that I had succeeded in killing myself, and I really wanted to yell at Voldemort——

There is nothing to communicate between us!

But the memory was refreshed by clicking constantly, and I felt that the picture in my mind was suddenly transferred to a certain period of time in Labao Lane in a disgusting way.

In the picture, Gary and I were rummaging for food in the trash; we were beaten by ruffians in other alleys; we were caught by the police and beat our bodies with batons in a dark room; Careful and profound, and at the same time, there is a kind of magic constantly hitting my brain.

I don't know if it's because Voldemort's magic power is too strong, but this time the instigmatism is very different from the one of Professor Snape.My brain ached as if being pricked by a needle, and I couldn't help screaming at the end, because I couldn't stand the painful and deep mind-taking.

At a certain moment, I felt that I would become an idiot in pain!I kept yelling about the pain, and then the insanity was terminated.

"Master!" Someone said something earnestly.

"no need……"

"but!"

"Enough, take her out."

"Master." Pettigrew begged persistently.

"Perhaps you've been a lot bolder lately?" Voldemort finally got a little annoyed. "Or do you have some kind of courage to let me use "Insomnia" on you, Pettigrew?!"

Whatever the reason, Voldemort let me off the hook for the first time, and I even thought I was going to die just now.

My tense brain was suddenly emptied, which made my brain in a certain blank state. The fatigue of my body and mind made me fall asleep directly, but a certain soft thing hugged me, similar to the one I had a few days ago. Something hit with the head.

In fact, I thought it was Draco at first, but it is impossible for him to have such soft chest muscles, let alone Voldemort, his chest is probably full of ribs.

Thinking of this, I suddenly smiled slightly, and murmured like a dream: "Bella?"

The person who was walking with me in her arms stopped suddenly, and her fingertips with thick calluses were still holding my arm vigorously, presumably it would be very difficult for her.I felt something tickle on my face, and then Bella's voice softened a bit unaccustomed to me: "Go to sleep, son of a bitch."

I always feel like there is something weird mixed in...