[Comprehensive] Sean

The two walked side by side to the meeting place. As soon as they reached the corner, Voldemort suddenly reached out and grabbed Sean, "Are you going to pick up your dance partner dressed like this? It's not a gentleman."

Sean looked at his ordinary Muggle casual clothes and shrugged his shoulders. According to the original plan, if he could have come back seven days ago, why would he be in such a mess?

Voldemort pulled Sean into his office, picked out a black dress from the wardrobe and handed it to him.Sean didn't refuse either, and changed into a dress without hesitation.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sean pulled his clothes uncomfortably, "Your clothes are a bit big."

"This is your old dress. It's a bit too big for your current height." Voldemort tapped Sean's body with his wand, and the dress slowly shrank to a suitable size. "How about it now?"

Sean nodded in satisfaction, this dress is not complicated, simple and elegant, thick and low-key.

Voldemort came to Sean and smoothed out the fine lines on the chest of his clothes. His fingers slowly touched Sean's waist, "You are much thinner than before."

"is it?"

Voldemort smiled, let him go, took two steps back, and said, "Now you can go, your partner will forgive you for being late for the sake of this dress."

"I'm not used to you being so generous all of a sudden, so you're not afraid that I'll take advantage of the alcohol..."

"What's so strange about you? How many men and women want to climb into your bed? But in the end, it turns out that none of them are my opponents. It's just a bunch of young children. You can play as you like."

Xiao En chuckled and said, "Inexplicably confident." He waved his hand as a farewell, and then walked out the door.

Watching his leaving back, Voldemort restrained his smile.He knew very well that his opponent was only one person from beginning to end, and that was Abraxas Malfoy.Fortunately, the man is dead, and unfortunately, the man is dead.A living person can never compare with a dead person, not to mention that he participated in the most important growth stage of Ares' entire life.

Voldemort poured himself a glass of red wine, sat in a chair, and looked out the window at night.

He is not in a hurry, no matter what the dead can't compete with the living, his time is still long, he is not in a hurry.

"I thought you had already entered." Sean frowned and looked at Hermione who was sitting on the steps and said, "I obviously asked Draco."

"He has been here before, but I thought it was too strange for the two of us to enter together, so I refused. Anyway, you said you would come, so I'll just wait for you." Hermione stood up and patted herself skirt.

Sean didn't say anything else. He looked at Hermione's well-dressed appearance and exclaimed, "Hermione, you look beautiful today."

"Thank you."

Hermione walked into the venue holding Sean's arm. At this time, the dance was halfway through, but the two who arrived late still attracted the attention of most people.

"So, may I have the honor to ask you to dance, beautiful lady?" Sean bent slightly, stretched out a hand, and smiled at Hermione.

Hermione blushed slightly, brushed her hair unnaturally, and then gave her hand to Sean.

The music sounded, and Sean and Hermione danced lightly in the venue.Hermione's dance steps were not very familiar yet, so Sean deliberately slowed down the tempo two times to lead her. The two ended the dance half-jokingly, and looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

"Thank you." Hermione said sincerely.

"You're welcome."

In the middle of the night, Sean pushed open the door of Voldemort's office. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled like a typhoon passing through. Under Voldemort's surprised gaze, Sean was rarely embarrassed.

"Well, this dance got a little out of control at the end." Then he said, exasperated, "I used to be like this a lot? What's so strange?"

"You used to let the demons dance wildly, and you stood still. Today... I have never seen it before." Voldemort said with a suppressed smile.

Sean angrily took off the dress on his body, put on the previous casual clothes, and returned the dress to Voldemort.

"How was the dance? Did you get any results?"

"Before the professors left, we were still very restrained, but after they left, the scene got a little out of control. I don't know who was passing the alcoholic drinks inside. I think I might have accidentally drank two glasses. After the band started singing rock and roll , Everyone went crazy, I seemed to kiss four people, one of them seemed to be a man, and one of them put his hand in my pants... My mind is a bit confused now, I think it should be the aftermath of the wine. "

Voldemort shook his head helplessly, he pulled Sean, let him lie on the bed, and gently massaged his temples, "I'm really not used to the way you are now, the one who dragged me around the underground market when I was just an adult Where is Arris?"

Sean closed his eyes and said vaguely, "Isn't he already dead?"

Voldemort's hands paused for a moment before continuing to massage.

Sean's consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy. He subconsciously rubbed his back and fell asleep on Voldemort's chest.Voldemort put down his hands that were massaging Sean, and hugged him slowly.

Sean turned his head and saw Voldemort's monstrous face. His consciousness gradually came back, and he looked down. The two of them slept in the same bed, but at least they didn't finish taking off their clothes, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you lucky, or is it a pity?" Voldemort looked at him with a smile.

"Fortunately," Sean lifted the quilt and got out, "Before I think it through, I don't want to have anything to do with you that I shouldn't have."

Voldemort sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Sean from behind, and pressed his face against Sean's lower back, "If you have anything else to think about, why don't you just ask me."

"I was thinking whether I should trust you or not," Xiao En said with a wry smile, "This is a stupid question. Being betrayed one after another, a fool knows what to choose."

"But you are still hesitating," said Voldemort. "It shows that you know very well that we are in love."

"Tom, nothing will change. You will still not change your philosophy. If what happened before happens again, you will still be the same as before."

"I don't know how I should swear to make you trust me again, Al, please, give me a chance, I will do whatever you say."

Sean turned around, looked at Voldemort's begging eyes, and suddenly said, "Do you know why I am called the second-generation Dark Lord?"

Voldemort was taken aback, and replied: "You integrated the underground businesses of the wizarding world, laundered while developing, and launched an economic war in the wizarding world, thereby expanding your wealth and building an empire that belongs to you alone, but in the end The important thing...is kinslaying."

"I suddenly remembered that you once asked me why I hate you killing people so much. Obviously, what I do is no different from yours. I have forgotten the reason, why don't you find it out?"

Voldemort chuckled, "Is this a test?"

"Forget it."

"Boom." There was a soft sound, and Xiao En looked over, only to see a quill dropped on the carpet.He came over and picked up the quill. Voldemort walked over and looked around vigilantly.

"What's going on?" Sean asked. A quill, not a sleek fountain pen, couldn't possibly roll off the table by itself.

Voldemort stared at a point in the void, and suddenly reached out to grab, but found nothing.

"Is someone in the house?" Sean looked at Voldemort's face and asked in surprise, "Why can't we see anything?"

"There is a thing called an invisibility cloak."

"I know, Draco has it too, but can't even you see something like this?"

"Malfoy's one is a high-end product that can be bought on the market. Although the quality is not bad, it can at most deceive bad guys. Anyone with a little bit of magic power can tell something is wrong, but what this guy wears is obviously different."

Sean also followed Voldemort's groping around, "What's the difference?"

"I have an idea, but I'm not sure."

Sean fumbled around to no avail, so he pulled out his wand and said, "Why don't you cast a few spells by the way, maybe you can hit it?"

"No need." Voldemort laughed, "There are many people in this school who want to kill me, but I'm afraid not many have the guts to enter my bedroom."

"Then do you know when he came in?"

"Maybe it was last night when you came, maybe it was earlier."

"In that case, why didn't he do it?"

"In the magic contract I signed with Hogwarts, it not only states that I cannot harm deceitful students, but also stipulates that no one can harm me within the scope of Hogwarts, as long as he is still in Hogwarts. Within Watts, there is no way to resist the power of the contract."

Sean put away his wand and said, "It seems that you are more than capable." After finishing speaking, he straightened his collar, opened the door, turned his head to look at Voldemort before leaving and said with a smile: "Remember your test."

Harry Potter stumbled back to the Gryffindor lounge, and there was no one there. At this point in time, everyone was either going to class or still sleeping late.

Trembling, he untied the invisibility cloak and sat powerlessly on the sofa.

Ron rubbed his messy red hair and walked down the stairs, bumping into Hermione who was holding a thick book.

"Merlin," Hermione reprimanded while holding the book, "can't you be more careful?"

Ron was about to refute, when he suddenly saw Harry sitting on the sofa with a dull expression, "Harry? Why are you sitting here? I thought you were still sleeping."

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, his bloodless lips twitched and said, "Sean...Sean..."

"What's wrong with Sean?" Hermione sat next to Harry, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"...Sean Stark... is the second generation Dark Lord..."

"Isn't the second-generation Dark Lord..." Ron stopped suddenly, looked around, saw no one around, and then continued in a low voice: "Isn't the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort?"

Hermione frowned, "Speaking of which, do you still remember that when we first entered school, Sean argued with me, saying that the second-generation Dark Lord was someone else, and for a while he was particularly keen to investigate? A family called the Gaunts."

Ron shook his head in disbelief, and said, "According to what he said, ... that man is the third Dark Lord. So how old is the second Dark Lord this year? How could he be the same age as us?"

Hermione couldn't answer the question, "Harry, how did you know this?"

"I was in Voldemort's house all night wearing the invisibility cloak, and I heard it with my own ears."

"I said I won't be able to find you after the dance!" Ron yelled.

"Then what else did you hear?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head and said, "They talked about economic wars, integration of forces, and relative killing... I don't understand."

"Wait a minute," Hermione had a flash of inspiration, "If we talk about the economic war in the wizarding world... I seem to have a little impression."