[Comprehensive] Sean

Blake's old house changed from its former depression to a clean, bright, elegant and luxurious place. Old Kreacher stood at the door, waiting for him respectfully.

"Go and put things away." Sean said wearily.

"Yes, honorable sir," Kreacher took the luggage from Sean's hand, followed behind Sean, and said, "Your guests have been waiting for a long time."

Sean stopped in his tracks, frowned and asked, "What guest?"

Holding a cup of black tea, Voldemort walked leisurely and leaned against the door frame with a smile, "Are you tired? Have some tea."

"Why are you here?" Sean frowned.

"I'll come and see you," Voldemort said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, we parted ways at Hogwarts a few hours ago, so how did you get in here?"

"Kreacher opened the door for me."

Sean glared at Kreacher fiercely, but Kreacher was very calm. He bowed to Voldemort and said tremblingly, "At your service anytime, honorable sir."

Sean rolled his eyes and said, "From a legal point of view, I am the only master you need to be loyal to, Kreacher."

"But I can't be rude to my esteemed gentleman," Kreacher said with a wrinkled old face, "This is a rule set by the old master."

House-elves are magical, stubborn, and unpredictable creatures, and Kreacher is definitely the best of them. Sean had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​reasoning with Kreacher. He said unkindly to Voldemort: "Now you Look and see, you can go."

Voldemort was not angry, he put the black tea on the table, and said to Sean gently: "I plan to hold a banquet to officially announce to the wizarding world that you have returned."

"Why are you doing this?" Sean asked.

"I know you have always had feelings for me. I just want to tell you that I am willing to give you back everything, your status and power. Whatever you want, I am willing to share with you."

"Share?" Sean sneered and said, "No need, I'm not interested in those things, save the party, I won't go. I'm sleepy now, I don't have the energy and entanglement, you can go by yourself." Sean said Finished, went up the stairs, Kreacher had already tidied up the former master bedroom.

He fell on the soft bed, kicked off the shoes on his feet, and while he was half asleep, someone pulled the quilt for him and left a light kiss on his cheek.

After sleeping for a long time, Sean was awakened by the smell of rice. He rinsed his mouth, rubbed his eyes and walked down the stairs, seeing a sumptuous meal on the table.Sean sat on a chair, squeezed a piece of bread with his fingers, and tasted it in his mouth.

"Not bad. Although Kreacher is old, his professional ability is not bad at all."

A slender hand held a stack of snacks and placed them in front of Sean, "This is dessert, your favorite before."

Sean looked up, Voldemort smiled and attached to Sean, looking at him tenderly.

"You did this?" Sean asked in surprise.

"You may not remember, but I have been in charge of your diet since we were together, and I am well aware of your eating habits."

"No wonder..." Sean sneered.

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder you didn't get noticed by anyone when you took the medicine." Sean looked at Voldemort with some satisfaction and his face turned pale instantly, "I forgot to tell you, after changing my body, I don't care much about the old things. I'm interested, it's a pity that there are no dishes on this table, I don't like any of them."

"...Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you again."

"No need, you can go, I'll let Kreacher throw away these things." Sean put down the knife and fork, and turned around indifferently.

"...Then I'll come back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Sean sneered, "What are you doing? Doesn't the majestic Dark Lord have something to do?"

"The most important thing to me right now is you."

"When Ares was with you, all you thought about was power and immortality. Now that Ares is dead, you are reluctant to chase me, why bother?"

"I know I was wrong..."

"I'm not interested," Sean interrupted.

"You're thinking of Abraxas Malfoy, aren't you?"

Sean turned his head and looked at him with a frown.

"I remember the look on your face, whenever you think of him, you have that look on your face, you think of him, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I know why you miss him so much, because he participated in the best and cleanest part of your whole life, but I am no worse than him, you give me a chance to participate in your childhood, I will do better than him " Voldemort smiled confidently.

Sean sighed wearily, and said: "Talking to you is like talking to an intelligent robot, and it's not a highly intelligent robot like Jarvis. At most, you can be regarded as the work of a science student who just entered college. The second-best robot."

"what?"

"When you approach me with such a mind, you are destined to never surpass Abu."

"I love you more than anyone."

Sean sighed again, the words Voldemort said countless times, "Love is not equivalent exchange, when I love you, no matter what you do, I can tolerate and forgive, but when I don't love you, even if you put your heart If you take it out and give it to me, I'll just get bored."

Voldemort took two steps back as if he had been hit hard. He stepped forward unwillingly, knelt down in front of Sean, and buried his head in Sean's arms, "Please, Al, tell me what to do. Do? Don't do this to me, please."

Sean felt his heart suddenly softened. His decisiveness against Voldemort just now was broken up by Voldemort's two crying words.

Does Arris love Tom that much?Sean thought puzzled.

Sean pushed Voldemort away, pulled up his right hand, closed his fingers into a fist, and then let go, "When you hold tight, you get nothing, but when you let go, You got everything."

"But I still don't have anything in my hand." Voldemort looked at his empty palm and said puzzled.

Xiao En laughed at himself and said: "That's right, people like you may never understand this sentence. You go, let me go on a vacation."

"Sir, what to do with these meals?" Kreacher asked.

Sean looked at the exquisite dishes on the table, and had to admit that what he said just now was all intentional to anger Voldemort, and his eating habits were exactly the same as Alris's.He dipped some cream with his fingers and put it in his mouth, the sweet and greasy taste immediately filled his whole mouth.

"As a Dark Lord, I have to say that your taste is sometimes naive like a child's," Tom said, squinting at Alris with raised eyebrows.

Arris scooped a large spoonful of butter and put it in his mouth without hesitation, eating with gusto, "You've become more and more arrogant recently, be careful..."

Tom leaned over and whispered in Alris' ear, "What can you do to me? What are you willing to do to me?"

Arris froze for a moment, smiled and held Tom in his arms, let him sit on his lap, stroked his hair like smoothing the fur of a cat, "Of course I don't want to, how could I."

"Sir?" Kreacher stared at Sean with big eyes.

"...Let's fall."

"Yes."

"In the future, without my permission, don't let him in."

"But the old master..."

"Now I am your master, understand?"

"...Yes." Kreacher said with some reluctance.

"Is this room connected to the Internet?"

"what is that?"

"Forget it, give me a structural drawing of this house. Since I will live here from now on, I need to change it so that it doesn't look like a combination of Downton Abbey and the home of a psychopath."

"……Yes."

When Draco first used the double-sided mirror to find Sean, Sean was trying to modify the sewer system of Black's old house, and Kreacher stood beside him with a blue face and dared not speak out.

"You look terrible," Draco said.

"I smell even worse now." Sean glared at Kreacher and said, "This old guy is useless at all. If he was smarter, I wouldn't have to be in such a mess."

"Would you like to buy another house-elf?"

"Oh, no, one is enough for me. What do you want from me?"

"We're having a dance next week, will you come?"

"Uh... I'm not sure, who's there?"

"Students from Slytherin, and maybe Dad's colleagues or good business partners. After all, it's only my birthday, so it won't be too grand."

"Oh? It's your birthday? Then I must go."

"Really, then I'll send you an invitation."

"Okay, I'll be there on time with my birthday present." Sean smiled. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Then...will our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor go?"

"You mean master? Of course not! You think highly of me, how could he come."

"Okay, I see, see you next week."

"See you next week."

Sean put the double-sided mirror aside, connected the pipes, and said to Kreacher, "I'll leave the rest to you, clean it up, if it doesn't mean anything, of course there won't be any mice, you understand? "

Kreacher wrinkled his old face and nodded stiffly.

"Don't bother me. When you flush the toilet and find that the water volume is large and sufficient, you will thank me." Sean said as he walked through the sewer pipe with his back bent. Suddenly, his foot slipped , Xiao En, who lost his center of gravity in an instant, slammed into the pipe beside him, and shrank into a ball in pain.

Kreacher walked past Sean cursing, "If I didn't come here to repair the plumbing, this kind of thing would never have happened. There is no need for this house to be repaired!"

"Damn house elf!" Sean said through gritted teeth.

Sean knew in his heart that there was nothing wrong with Kreacher's complaints, he was indeed looking for trouble.During this time, he successively repaired the broken furniture, repainted the painted walls, tried to connect the circuit, and made great progress in the subject of magic instead of energy.He can now use various parts and scrap iron collected from Black's old house to make an intelligent sweeping robot.Kreacher hated that little thing, thinking he took away his mission.

Sean, who was extremely bored, even wrote a letter to invite Sirius to visit his wedding, and Sirius did come as promised with a face of bewilderment.

The moment he stepped into Black's old house, Sirius couldn't help but widen his eyes. An old house with an obvious Victorian style was converted into a modern American style, which really surprised Sirius. .

"Don't worry, I didn't throw away those things, they were all well placed in the basement." Sean said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. It's not interesting to keep those gloomy things. Throw them away if you want to. This place is indeed much better than before. At least it looks like a place where living people live."

Kreacher looked ferocious when he saw Sirius, but before he could yell at him, Sean quickly stopped him.

"The old thing is still alive?" Sirius said bluntly.

"I also admire his tenacious vitality."

"I'm curious why you invited me here? We don't know each other very well."

"As you said, you are my only relative now. Although I don't want to admit it, I am really bored."

"Aren't you familiar with the Malfoy boy? You can go to him."

Sean just smiled, of course he knew that if he wanted to go to Malfoy's house, not to mention Draco, even Lucius would only agree.But he was afraid to go there, because it was Abu's home and the place where they dated most often after they became lovers.

"Lucius Malfoy..." Sirius said hesitantly, "Forget it."

"Don't just talk halfway."

"I just don't know what to say. I should hate him, but I also know that he didn't do anything. Those stupid women rushed to jump in."

"Amida and Narcissa?"

"Yeah, stupid! Put your whole life into it, but what's the use?"