[HP] The Last Demon King

At eight o'clock in the evening, Eridins pushed open a gorgeous gilt door on time.

In the spacious room, one can vaguely see the elaborate decoration in the past, but those expensive sculptures and decorations that were once the pride of the owner are now pushed to the corner and piled up together like rotten iron.Compared with the cumbersome and gorgeous decorations in the room, the empty and white walls are very eye-catching. Eridins glanced around the room quickly, and soon found the one-base piled up in the corner on the other side. Buttoned picture frame.

"Interested in the ancestors of the Malfoy family?"

A cold and indifferent voice came from the depths of the room. Eridins followed the sound, and the first thing she saw were two scarlet dots gleaming in the darkness.

At the place where the two scarlet spots existed, there was a light snap of fingers, and then all the candles in the room were instantly lit.Aritins saw Voldemort sitting in a mahogany rocking chair, the black hem of his robe hanging on the floor, moving as the rocking chair swayed slightly.

"No, I just took a casual look." Eridins lowered her head and walked over calmly.

A big snake slowly crawled out from the back of the rocking chair, entangled at Voldemort's feet, it stared at Eridings for a while, and then slowly crawled towards her, this is a very poisonous snake, as long as it bites Take a sip, I'm afraid the poison will be released sooner than the antidote can be concocted——Eridins looked at Voldemort, and he just let Nagini move with a smile on his face.

Eridins didn't move, and Nagini didn't bite her. To her surprise, Nagini just raised his head and stroked her trousers lightly - just like he did to Voldemort countless times. .

Voldemort smiled slightly as he had expected: "It knows who you are."

Know what, know she is Voldemort's daughter?

"I called you here today, not for any reason. You can see it as a family chat between a father and his daughter... Let's sit and talk."

Eridins was sure that there was no second chair in this room except for the one under Voldemort's buttocks, so now she had two choices, one, get a chair out, two, sit on the ground - like Nathan Like Genie, at his feet.

In the general case, obviously the first one is the "normal" choice, but obviously - Voldemort is not a "normal" person, does this general case apply to him?

If he tells you to sit, it is very likely that he just asks you to "sit"-rather than conjure up a chair and then sit.

In the end, Aridins chose to sit on the ground next to the rocking chair.

The smile on Voldemort's mouth widened.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the rocking chair, and his unusually long and thin fingers danced interlacedly on the mahogany armrest, like an arthropod excited before eating.

"I hope you haven't felt sick for the past two days, Eridins, after all, this is the first time I... used my research on souls on other people's souls, even if there were any side effects, I wouldn't feel feel strange."

It was amazing that Eridins had hated Voldemort's paternal attitude before, but now, for a moment, she felt kind - perhaps she was used to it?

"I don't have any discomfort." She chose to hide her headache and emotional abnormalities.

"That's because your soul is very strong. As I said, your soul is very strong...much stronger than most people. Maybe your soul is unstable because of this reason. Your body can't hold all your Soul, but well, now well..." Voldemort looked at Eridins carefully, with eyes that seemed to be... admiring.

"Now you don't have to worry about your soul anymore, it's firmly glued to your body," said Voldemort, with a chuckle. "Very firmly."

"That's because of your powerful mana."

"Come on, I don't want to listen to these flattery that everyone will say." Voldemort's face turned faster than a book, the sky was clear one second, and cloudy the next.

Arnold was not sure how to please him. She was not a good flatterer. Voldemort was always in a moody mood. Compared with such a madman, Arnold could be called docile and stable.Since Voldemort didn't want such flattery and respect, what did he want?Others can't tell, only she can tell?

"I'm not flattering you. If you hadn't saved me, father, I wouldn't be standing here now." Eridins said cautiously. At the same time, after a moment of hesitation, she tentatively moved a little closer to Voldemort. She looked up at Voldemort, he just watched her action quietly, the ferocious face was still ferocious, but there was no expression of sternness, so Eridins put her hands on Voldemort's knees, lay on his knees and looked up. The head showed him a flattering smile.

Eridins always puts interests first, as long as there are enough interests, there is nothing she dare not do.She felt that it was necessary and correct to please Voldemort at this stage, so she did it by all means, even lying on such a skinny body like a dog - she did it, but she still felt humiliated.

Voldemort's expression suddenly became frightening. His smile and eyes seemed to be filled with icicles: "Do you feel ashamed? My daughter, crawling at my feet makes you feel ashamed?" Her fingers pinched Eridings' chin, and Eridings felt her cheeks sunken and her lips deformed. This imaginary ugliness stimulated her sense of shame even more, and she couldn't control it. Immediately afterwards, she As soon as his face was relaxed, before he had time to catch his breath, a blow came to his right cheek.

"Perhaps I underestimated you, and you have ambitions beyond my expectations?" Voldemort lowered his head, coldly looking down at Eridins who fell to the ground.

Eridins' cheek was hot and painful, no, it was worse than burning, her entire right cheek was almost numb, she tasted something rusty, Eridins touched the molar on the right with the tip of her tongue, she felt It became loose for a while, and the rusty liquid became thicker.

Calm down, calm down.

The murderous intent in Voldemort's eyes froze her anger like a basin of ice water in the twelfth lunar month. Eredins had no time to think why Voldemort saw what was in her heart. She had to find a way to get rid of it at this moment, this second. current situation.

"Please don't get me wrong, Father, please forgive my rudeness just now..." Every word Eridins uttered tugged at her wound, causing a pang of pain as she gazed into Voldemort's piercing red eyes, Desperately hypnotizing herself, creating good intentions for Voldemort from her heart—yes, at least he saved her, there is no doubt about it, he is still her father, the source of all glory, she should be close to him, love him—" You must know how I really feel, I have no malice, I adore you, I love you... Sometimes, my pride prevents me from expressing my feelings to you, but this is by no means proof that I have ulterior motives... "

"But you just felt a shame, a strong shame." Voldemort stared into Aridens' eyes, maybe it was Aridins's performance that moved him, his expression became calm, and Aridens almost thought she was I'd be forgiven if I hadn't seen his fingers running over the little spot on the wand's body.His expression and gestures indicated that he was weighing the veracity of Eridins' words.

"I'm sorry, father...I'm sorry, I'm just too...proud, I will get used to it, please believe me..."

Eridins felt two drops of water run down her cheek, one of which caused a searing pain on the side of her wounded cheek—she wept, and without her knowing it, it seemed as though she were really This is a painful confession.

Voldemort's gaze slipped from her face, following the drop of tears to the ground, after a while, he stretched out his hand to Eridings, and Eridings held his hand tremblingly and sat up from the ground, Voldemort His eyes fixed on the side of her face that was injured, "Okay, wipe your eyes, you have been forgiven by me."

The two inexplicable tears of Eridins had disappeared long ago, but she still wiped her eyes according to the occasion.

"I've said it many times, Eridings, you should trust me, just as I trust you." Voldemort said softly, and Eridings didn't dare to have any opinions in her heart, just kept saying Hypnotize yourself, pretend that you are a good daughter who loves her father, and pretend that the opposite is a good father who loves her daughter.

"If I don't trust you, do you think you can still get so close to me? You are the first one sitting in this position..." Voldemort paused, he probably saw Nagini at his feet, "... …people."

"Yes, father, I am very grateful," said Eredines carefully.

"I hope you can really understand my painstaking efforts." Voldemort's face showed a dramatic - almost ridiculous sentimentality, but Eridins didn't dare to laugh, she couldn't even make it sprout a smile .

"Okay, I know you're not going to tell me the truth, let's talk about making it easier for you," Voldemort said casually, as if he had forgotten that he had just slapped Eridins so hard, Picking up a strand of black hair with the hand that had beaten Eredines, wrapping it around her pale and too long fingers, "How are you preparing for the assassination of Scrimgeour?"

"I've got a plan ready, Father. If it works, we'll not only get rid of Scrimgeour, but we'll take over the Ministry of Magic and make the Ministry work for us."

"Oh, that's really good news." Voldemort's voice raised slightly, showing interest. "How many people do you need?"

"How many people can you allow me to use?" Eridins didn't answer directly, but asked instead. When she said this, she had been carefully observing Voldemort's expression in case he suddenly became angry.

Voldemort smiled leisurely: "All." He was a little proud of Eridins' unexpected eyes, and said in a slow tone: "Dumbledore is dead... There is no one in this world who can threaten me. Now, what's the use of me wanting so many Death Eaters? Of course - I gave you such good conditions, if you still fail..."

Voldemort didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Please rest assured, I will not betray your trust." Eridins lowered her head and said respectfully.

"Okay, let's see what happens - go on," said Voldemort lazily, letting his fingers loose from Eridins' hair.

Eridins stood up cautiously from the ground and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, she stopped, turned hesitantly and looked at Voldemort who was still sitting firmly on the rocking chair: "Father, I heard that you are looking for a fiancé for me..."

"That's right." Voldemort admitted immediately, and before Eridins spoke, he said coldly with a sneer on his face: "The pure bloods have withered, and I can't find a single one in the entire British pure blood world." The right man. The old ones, the old ones, the young ones—the ones with dirty blood, more or less, like Malfoy and the others—"

Seeing the confusion on Eridins' face, Voldemort laughed and said sarcastically, "My innocent daughter, you don't really think that Malfoy is as pure and noble as they say, do you? Before it was introduced, the Malfoy family had been in the Muggle aristocratic circle for nearly 700 years, if you searched in Lucius's secret room, you might find the dowry of a British princess—" He laughed loudly twice, the laughter was sharp and terrifying, which fit his inhuman face very well, but in the next second, his face was so gloomy that black venom could be wrung out at any time: "But you don't have to worry , I already have the ideal candidate - although he is a bit older, he is already the best choice among the options. I don't care what you have with the little Malfoy, but you have to remember, you can't Got a baby, understand? So - I hope to hear that you're moving out of Malfoy's room within the day. If you dare to conceive a child other than my chosen one, Eredins - I will Kill you." He said the last few words softly and slowly, but the blood-red tyranny and cruelty rolled in his eyes, and no one would doubt the authenticity of his words at this moment.

Eridins would not doubt it either.

"Follow your order," she said after a while.