Magician of HP Clow card

Fire Card and Fox fought together, and the overwhelming flames dyed the sky red.

And Lilith also killed Dumbledore. The staff in his hand turned into a sharp blade and struck Dumbledore straight.

Dumbledore, who was fighting Voldemort to the death, could not dodge. Fox fought for his life and threw himself into Dumbledore's arms.

The flames rose, and Dumbledore was taken away by Fawkes.

The war was over, and Hogwarts without Dumbledore was just like paper.

Voldemort holds in his hands this school that can train the next generation of wizards. From now on, there will be no new generation that opposes him.

He could finally take complete control of the magical world.

His theory of pure blood is about to be carried forward, and the hierarchy of the social system is about to emerge.

A country of pure-blood wizards...

Lilith was held in Voldemort's arms and felt the impact of this word for the first time.

Many wizards were prostrate at their feet, as if they had returned to feudal society and human life was worthless.

Watching a so-called 'noble' kill a Muggle wizard with a wave of his hand. Others were still laughing. There is no sympathy, as if these are taken for granted.

Voldemort saw this, and he smiled with a condescending expression. It made the people down there feel like they were in hell.

Under his philosophy, many 'unclean' wizards were stripped of their wands. Thinking that these people don't deserve the right to use magic.

Muggles are more like livestock, like low-level servants who can be played around with and killed at will.

Perhaps it was sympathy that was at work. For the first time, Lilith began to doubt whether her choice was wrong.

Help Voldemort and suppress ordinary people. Create the so-called class and plunge the wizarding world into darkness.

Xianyu's life is obviously very good, but everything she has every day has not changed. I still spend my time lying down, but there is more blood in my life...

Just because Lilith's clothes were made to the wrong size, the wizard tailor was dubbed 'unclean'. Then he was brutally killed. It happened right in front of Lilith.

Voldemort's anger subsided, a smile appeared on his face again, and he looked at Lilith in his arms. But all she saw was Lilith's slightly frightened eyes.

Why fear him?

Voldemort didn't understand, so he raised his hand to cover Lilith's eyes. I want to pretend that I haven't discovered anything and that nothing has happened.

Lilith leaned back uncontrollably, trying to avoid Voldemort's hands.

A violent, perverted lunatic...

Voldemort held onto Lilith's waist tightly, and a feeling of 'fear' suddenly arose in his heart.

Don't be afraid of me! Don't be afraid of me!

Lilith's body resisted Voldemort's approach, like a frightened cat. He didn't know his master, and he just wanted to escape to a safe place.

Trying her best to break free from Voldemort's arms, Lilith stepped on the ground with her bare feet.

After the emotional outburst, what followed was deep fear...

My legs are weak and I am unable to move.

"What's wrong? Lilith?" Voldemort raised Lilith's chin and saw the expression on Lilith's face that was hiding her fear.

Nothing seems unusual...

But what just happened was by no means his fantasy.

"Be good, go home with your master..." Voldemort reached out and picked up Lilith.

Lilith's body tensed and she put her hands on Voldemort's shoulders. She was led by Voldemort, stepped over the corpse, and left through the door of the store.

And Lilith, at the last moment when she left the store, could still see the innocent woman's body on the ground, with a desperate and resentful expression on her face, her eyes wide open, lying on the ground, looking at her.

……

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The events of that day seemed to have been forgotten by Voldemort. He didn't mention it, but he controlled Lilith tighter.

Lilith was not allowed to leave his side at any time. His hands were like iron chains, imprisoning Lilith to his body. Her presence must be confirmed at all times.

At night, he tied Lilith to the bed and asked for her again and again. It was like hearing Lilith's voice and feeling her body's reaction. Only then can he confirm that she belongs to him.

It wasn't until Lilith's regular monthly period came that Voldemort stopped torturing her body at night.

Lilith's face was pale and her body was lying weakly on the bed. Voldemort gave Lilith a pain-relieving potion.

Lilith didn't resist, but she still didn't speak. She hardly talks these days. That's why Voldemort became more and more ferocious at night.

She looked at Lilith who closed her eyes and fell asleep after drinking the potion. Voldemort placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Looking at Lilith with slightly painful eyes, he didn't think he was wrong.

This is what he always insists on, and he can't be wrong. Why doesn't Lilith understand him?

It doesn't matter, even so, you still belong to me... Voldemort held Lilith tightly in his arms.

Forever mine...

These days, he thought of many ways. For example, clearing Lilith's memory, or using the Imperius Curse to turn Lilith into a puppet.

But he couldn't bear to do it, he didn't want Lilith to become a real 'toy' without any thought.

……

Lilith slowly opened her eyes, but there was no trace of sleepiness in her eyes.

Lilith watched the sleeping card dragging his shiny little tail, sending Voldemort into a deeper sleep.

Only then did he get off the bed quietly.

He took out a letter and placed it next to Voldemort's pillow.

She planned to leave and go to Dumbledore, who was currently in Nurmengard. I got in touch with her through a portrait not long ago.

She shouldn't have trusted Dumbledore, but where in the world could Voldemort not be found?

If she wants to escape, she must cooperate with Dumbledore.

The magic circle lights up...Lilith's figure disappears.

.........

Voldemort only felt that he was sleeping deeply. When he woke up again, the petite soft little person was no longer around him.

The cold bed was not as cold as his heart.

Where did you go…

Voldemort's fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the letter on the side and opened it.

The Dark Lord personally initiates.

I have decided to leave you, Master.

This is not a whim, Lilith has seen too much cruelty from you in these days.

Sometimes I feel that I really did something wrong and shouldn't have done so many things for you. Ultimately leading to the death of these innocent people.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.

They may become enemies when they meet again in the future, but Lilith will not regret today's decision.

——Lilith

Voldemort's breathing was rapid and his eyes were faintly red. Fingers clenched tightly, crumpling the paper.

Who allowed you to leave me? Lilith…

I will catch you and trap you with me forever. Can't leave even half a step anymore...

And Lilith, whom he missed so much, was currently sitting in New Mengadry, in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him with complicated eyes.

A crystal ball recording prophecies is placed on the table.

Lilith just checked it and heard something about the goddess inside.

But she didn't think she would be a goddess. At most, she was just a person who was forced to travel through time.

"I have never seen any goddess, but I will do my best to help you restore peace to the wizarding world." Lilith lowered her eyes.

Dumbledore smiled meaningfully, stroked his beard and said. "You don't need to do much. You just need to write a letter every once in a while as I ask."

"Then leave it to me. I'll take care of it all."

Lilith frowned, and although she didn't understand, she nodded. "Okay, if this doesn't work, then I will try my best to cooperate with other methods."

"But all I ask is, please don't hurt him."

"Who?" Dumbledore's eyes were sharp. "Are you talking about Voldemort?"

Lilith looked at Dumbledore coldly, and the two faced each other. After a long time, Dumbledore finally nodded. "Okay, I won't hurt him physically."

But not including his mood...