Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 5 Daenerys' Blood Curse

"Oh...Master, my master is too great..."

"Is this why my father is afraid of him? What should I do? Will he kill me..."

"Oh my god, what have I done? Will I die here? My mansion, my beautiful wife, I'm only three hundred years old..."

"Damn it, his strength definitely hasn't recovered, but he's more alert, the combination of magic, holy water and silver guns, he reminds me of those witch hunt wizards in the middle ages, protect Xueni, but more importantly, little Shurek..."

The idea of ​​three vampires and a soul entered Voldemort's mind instantly.

His indifferent eyes wandered over the three figures, calculating how to kill everything he could see.

Yes.

Under the darkness, there is only destruction.

In this state, Voldemort just wanted to destroy everything.

At this moment, he is no longer him.

"Dark Lord, we can talk, I didn't..."

Count Nosferatu noticed what was wrong with Voldemort, the contempt for life in his eyes, how could he not understand after all the vicissitudes of life.

But Voldemort didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and the silver bullet shot at Bloody mercilessly.

"Snapped."

With a gunshot, the startled Count Nosferatu turned into a bat again, dragging Kheni to avoid it.

This little bat, which belonged to the Monte Cristo faction, was completely frightened.

But Voldemort didn't shoot him a second time because his target was Little Shulek.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Little Shulek, who was also in a state of stupidity, didn't let Voldemort waste a single bullet - he caught all of them, not frugal like a vampire with countless wealth.

"Damn it, stop Dark Lord, stop..."

"Avada~~Death~~"

At the moment when Earl Nosferatu threw down the bloody Ni and ran towards Little Shurek, Voldemort used the Killing Curse again without hesitation, and the target——

It was the galloping Count Nosferatu.

The earl's eyes were full of terror—he was too impatient, which caused him to have no energy left.

"Shu~"

The sharp claws scratched his chest, letting the hot blood spray in front of him.

This is the life-saving magic of the vampires. The blood mist blocked the death curse, but the earl himself fell to the ground in pain.

And Voldemort...

He used magic to reload with no expression on his face, and his eyes wandered around the three bats.

"I promise you, Dark Lord, I promise everything you ask, stop, stop quickly."

The earl who fell to the ground looked into Voldemort's eyes and roared in despair.

He underestimated the enemy and paid a heavy price for it. If he was given another chance...

It's a pity that there is no if in the battle.

Voldemort's movements did not stop for a moment, he still reloaded quickly, and pointed the gun at the count the moment after finishing - this is an enemy that must be killed, and he is too harmful to himself.

Under the darkness, there is no room for loss.

"Stop, Voldemort, stop."

There was a roar not far away, and at the same time, countless big bats flew over—the support from Mount Oregino came.

Without saying a word, Voldemort turned and left.

"Primitive blood, you must pay the price for this."

While running, Voldemort's voice came.

In this voice, there was no resentment, no indifference, no emotion.

Yes, it's just an exposition of facts.

"Wait a minute, Voldemort, I will pay the Blood Curse."

The first bat that flew over shouted in a terrified voice.

Voldemort stopped, he wanted to agree, it came from the deepest thoughts in his heart, but the darkest moment was stopping him.

In the darkest, destruction lives forever.

Voldemort was already suppressed by his own skills at this time, and his pause was only because his id was fighting with the skills.

It was a difficult process, but fortunately he has some experience:
As long as he pushes one desire—the desire not to kill—to the extreme and breaks through the desire to kill, he can force himself to withdraw from the darkest hour.

"... woo... I want Daenerys!"

Finally, with a roar, Voldemort escaped smoothly.

The desire to win comes from Voldemort's remnant soul's desire for power.

Daenerys, the youngest daughter of the earl, the earl once wanted to give her the position of crown prince of Mount Oregino.

Obtaining Daenerys' blood curse is tantamount to binding the vampires on Mount Oregino with him.

In the memory of the previous life, the self in the book did not receive the support of the blood clan.

"This……"

The big bat has turned into a human form, and it is the big Shulek who avoided seeing Voldemort. His eyes first looked at his father, and then at Daenerys not far away.

It was a beautiful vampire, and she held a magic wand in her hand:
Daenerys, the child of the earl and the witch, a hybrid of vampire and wizard.

"Daenerys, what's your opinion?"

The count had already got up, but his face was terribly pale, and the flow of a lot of blood made his body extremely weak.

But he still wanted to ask immediately, because he didn't want to bear the hatred of the Dark Lord, especially after seeing the strength of the Dark Lord—this is the Dark Lord in a wandering state, if he is revived...

"I……"

Daenerys was a little hesitant. As a half of the original blood, she naturally worshiped the strong like her clansmen, but Voldemort was a wandering spirit after all, which made her difficult to choose for a while.

"I will be resurrected, in four years."

The darkest hour was still cooling down, and the blessed Legilimency was still running, Voldemort, who had seen Daenerys' thoughts, said without hesitation.

"Then...I will."

Daenerys, with blond hair and shawl, said shyly.

"Okay, after the blood feast..."

"No, now."

Voldemort interrupted the earl without hesitation, "I need Daenerys' blood curse right now."

The earl was silent. In fact, he hadn't made up his mind yet. On the one hand, his favorite daughter was on the other, and on the other was the future of the entire primitive blood faction.

"I can promise: Daenerys will not be used as a threat to force you to join my camp."

Voldemort's words immediately aroused the earl's vigilance.

He shook his head, and a black mist enveloped his brow, and Voldemort could no longer peek at his thoughts.

"Your Legilimency has become stronger." The count said to Voldemort dissatisfied.

Voldemort was silent, so naturally he would not take the initiative to explain, this is the credit of the darkest hour——

Infinitely magnifying the power of a spell, and adding the desire to destroy everything, is the power of this golden finger.

"You must swear in the name of the Dark Lord, and I can promise you immediately."

The old earl spoke again and put forward his own conditions.

"it is good."

Voldemort agreed, and was ready to swear by his most honorable name at once.

Once he betrays his promise, the name Dark Lord will curse him in turn, how many people believe in and fear the Dark Lord, how much backlash he will suffer——

That was almost a certain death.

"Wait a minute."

Daenerys spoke suddenly, stopped Voldemort, and made everyone look at her in surprise.

"I hope you don't take me with you in your oath..."

"I am willing to accept everything, under the condition that the blood curse is confirmed."

Daenerys' face became more and more shy.

This made Voldemort have to suspect that this female vampire had already had an affair with "myself".

"it is good."

Voldemort agreed without hesitation, and immediately swore.

And as the oath was completed, Daenerys also walked over under the gaze of everyone.

"I have two souls in my body, and the weaker one is me. Don't choose the wrong one."

Voldemort ordered softly, and his words shocked all the vampires.

Can a weaker soul...can display such a powerful force?
"Ok."

Daenerys nodded, then bit the tip of her tongue, dabbed her finger, and put a drop of blood on Voldemort's forehead.

The blood beads entered the brain along the skin, and soon found Voldemort's soul, and quickly wrapped his soul.

The rich blood color made Voldemort's soul groan happily...

Old bee, this time, let me see how you find my soul.

At the moment when the blood curse was generated, Voldemort was cursed by Daenerys. There are two ways to break it:
Daenerys kills Voldemort...

Voldemort got the love of Daenerys and concluded a marriage...

And before that, this curse, while having the ability to locate Voldemort, also locked his soul in the curse, so that it would not be peeped.

Lovely curse, just what Voldemort needed.

(End of this chapter)