Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 293 Bella's Request

The Creator gave humans the ability to speak, but he never thought that it would become the most vicious weapon for humans.

Voldemort never thought that he would say such vicious words.

But when he stood in front of the Black family tapestry, when he was thinking about how to get rid of this complicated emotion.

That's all he said.

Part of it was for breaking the relationship, and part of it was because of the overturned jar of jealousy, he couldn't tell.

In short.

Evil words blurted out, and it was as difficult to take back as flooded water.

"Woo, woo, woo~~"

Bella began to cry, in a small, broken voice.

She squatted on the ground with her face covered, her long black hair hanging straight down like a waterfall, and the tips of her hair trembled and fell on the Black family's carpet.

Voldemort opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

His toes also turned in Bella's direction, but he didn't walk over.

"In Azkaban... that's not how it was said... that's not how it was said..."

Bella's voice was very low, and it could be heard that she was trying her best to control her emotions.

But she can't.

Voldemort swallowed a mouthful of spit, and suddenly felt that Riddle's emotionless state was actually quite good.

"Bella."

Voldemort sighed, knelt down and came beside her and said, "You are still my most trusted Death Eater, Bella, you know that."

His voice was gentle, yet somewhat dignified.

Just like he hopes that the relationship between the two is more of a friend and a trustworthy partner, rather than a further step.

"But I like you, I love you."

Bella raised her head and looked at Voldemort with fiery eyes.

This made the latter very uncomfortable, and he had to frown to avoid the other party's gaze.

"I haven't been resurrected yet, the pure-blood family has not fully supported me, Dumbledore is still alive, and most of the Death Eaters are still in Azkaban."

Voldemort spoke quickly of the troubles he was facing, "I don't want to distract myself, Bella, we work together, but we don't have to live together, do we?"

"But I love you."

Bella said this again, and her eyes were still hot on Voldemort's face.

"Hey."

Voldemort sighed, more and more aware of the troubles his emotions had caused him.

"Bella..."

He called the other person's name, but didn't know what to say.

Neither Lin Zuo's memory nor Riddle's memory provided him with a way to deal with this kind of problem.

He originally thought that as long as he made it clear, it would be fine.

But it seems that the complexity of feelings is really difficult to express in words.

Bella just looked up at him like this, with a grievance on her face.

"I'm going to marry Daenerys, she's a vampire, I know wizards look down on vampires, but it's a powerful force, and they're far more sensible than werewolves, so..."

"You chose her because of her status, right?"

Bella seemed to have found a life-saving straw, which made Voldemort instantly realize his mistake.

"Do not."

He hastily denied it and found a new reason.

"I have a very good relationship with Senior Lestrange, and Rodolphus is his son, do you understand what I mean?"

He thought the reason was good, at least it sounded plausible.

"I don't love Rodolphus, but he also knows that I love you. It is his honor that he is willing to dedicate me to you."

The corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and he felt that Lin Zuo's consciousness was still affecting him.

"I can't accept that."

Voldemort's words became firm, and he stood up, looking out at the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A Muggle woman was walking her dog, and the street was empty except for her.

"I can't rob my subordinate's wife, it's immoral."

"It's his pleasure, every Death Eater should..."

"Stop talking, Bella." Voldemort waved his hand angrily.

For a moment, he thought Riddle had taught the Death Eaters too well.

What kind of wizards are these guys? They have become a group of boneless minions.

"I need to make the Death Eaters more united, which is more important to me than your relationship with me."

Voldemort withdrew his tenderness, and he said these words in a dignified voice.

Bella was silent behind him, and Voldemort did not turn to see her expression.

After a long time, there was a "shua" sound from behind.

Voldemort turned his head and saw Bella half-kneeling in front of him.

There were still tears in her eyes, but her expression calmed down.

"Your servant Bella, obey your wishes."

Bella said, lowering her head slowly, a teardrop fell on the floor.

Voldemort pretended he didn't see anything, stepped forward and stretched out his left hand.

Bella took his hand and kissed it softly.

When she stood up, she wiped away her tears and put a smile on her face.

"This is my good Bella." Voldemort said with a smile.

Bella forced a smile, she said nothing, and she didn't look at Voldemort.

Her eyes fell on the family tapestry beside her, more precisely, on her husband's name.

"I have a request, Master."

Bella spoke suddenly, which surprised Voldemort, but he replied immediately: "Whatever it is, please say it, Bella."

"I hope to get your law of eternal life, and I want to be by your side forever." Bella said.

Voldemort frowned and hesitated for a moment.

It's not that he is reluctant to make Horcruxes, but this method is not very reliable.

"I'm currently using a Horcrux, which is why I can be resurrected, but in the longer future, I may change to another method. I suggest you wait, maybe..."

Before Voldemort could finish speaking, Bella said, "Master, I beg you to give me the method of making the Horcrux."

"This will split your soul into two, and you will be insane. In your current state..."

"I will work hard to adjust my state, master, in order to follow in your footsteps, I am willing to do anything."

Voldemort raised his brows, thinking seriously about the pros and cons.

Bella doesn't cooperate with the psychiatrist very much. If she cooperates because she agrees to her request, it may not be a bad thing.

As for the sequelae of Horcruxes...

Presumably Bella would not be as crazy as Riddle, making so many Horcruxes.

There was no reason to refuse, Voldemort immediately nodded and said: "Then actively cooperate with the psychiatrist, and when he thinks you have no psychological problems, I will teach you how to make Horcruxes."

"I'll do it, master." Bella said, nodding her head vigorously.

Voldemort glanced at her, nodded, and said nothing more.

He couldn't figure out how Bella's emotions could be controlled so well, this guy was crazy in his memory.

Although unexpected, but in any case, it is a good thing to appease Bella.

If she can become rational, it will be a good thing for herself and the future.

You know, in the entire magic world, Bella's combat power is also one of the best.

It would be great if such a loyal and powerful subordinate can solve the mental problem.

"I just hope that Bella, who is rational, will not plummet in combat power."

Voldemort thought in his heart, walked around Bella to the third floor of the villa.

He needed one more eye by Dumbledore's side.

(End of this chapter)