[Comprehensive] Sean

Draco was sitting at the desk with a glass of tomato juice in his hand, carefully flipping through the parchment in front of him.Sean pushed open the bathroom door, wearing a bathrobe, his hair was still wet after a shower.

"Recently, you are not so serious." Sean sighed.

Draco turned his head and said aggressively, "Granger can't be proud every semester."

"Come on?" Sean said without distraction. He walked to Draco's desk, wanting to see what book Draco was reading, but accidentally saw the tomato juice on Draco's desk. Why, a nauseous feeling suddenly rushed to the throat.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked inexplicably because Sean's face was too ugly.

"It's okay, maybe it's because I've been in the bathroom for a long time, and I feel sick." Sean sat on his bed, picked up a towel and wiped his hair.

Draco nodded, took a sip of tomato juice.

An unprovoked sense of nausea surged out, and Sean couldn't help retching. The discomfort became more and more intense, and he had to rush into the toilet, holding the toilet and throwing up.

"Sean?" Draco was taken aback by Sean's reaction, and hurried to the toilet, "Are you suffering from food poisoning?"

"I don't know," Sean replied with a pale face after his symptoms eased, "I didn't eat anything strange."

"Let me take you to Mrs. Poppy." Draco said, patting Sean on the back.

Sean nodded, groping around, found a roll of toilet paper, he tore some off immediately, wiped his mouth and chin clean, found a few clothes to put on, and walked frivolously with Sean's support. Go to the infirmary.

"He has nothing to do, he probably played wild in the past two days," Mrs. Poppy put away her wand and said, "I'll prescribe you some stomach-warming medicine, just take a nap after eating."

Sean thought of the smell of Mrs. Bobby's medicine, and nodded with a bitter face.

Voldemort received the news very quickly, and Sean had just finished drinking the medicine while pinching his nose when he saw Voldemort walking towards him.

Mrs. Poppy's complexion sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, but because of Voldemort's strength, she forcibly endured her resentment.

Sean clearly saw Mrs. Poppy's attitude, so he said, "Mrs. Poppy, I've finished this medicine."

"Then I won't disturb your rest." Mrs. Poppy took the empty bowl and left the rest room without looking sideways.

"You really are not the usual hater."

"I am the Dark Lord after all." Voldemort said without feeling anything wrong.

"I am also the Dark Lord, so my popularity is much better than yours."

"That's among the wizards. If you have nothing to do, why don't you go to the dark forest to have a face-to-face meeting. The magical creatures there hate you to death."

"I've been there," Sean recalled the unpleasant trip to the dark forest before, and glanced at Voldemort, who had turned into a pet snake by his side at that time, "but I'm really curious, centaur Why does the family hate me so much?"

"Because the forest they used to live in was bought by you, and it was forcibly turned into the back garden of the Gaunt family for cultivating potions, so the centaur were driven out of their homes. Not only them, but many magical creatures in the dark forest moved in like this of."

Sean nodded knowingly, "No wonder."

Voldemort sat on the edge of the bed, letting Sean lay his head on his chest, "It's nothing more than a mob, but it's Dumbledore's advantage, and he has so many allies for nothing."

Sean rested comfortably on Voldemort's chest with his eyes closed.

"By the way, the test you gave me has some clues."

"So fast?"

"I live in Gaunt Castle now, and nothing will be hidden from the house elves in Gaunt Castle."

Sean straightened up and asked, "Aren't they loyal to their master?"

"Now their master is me, and if I ask them, they will naturally answer."

Sean leaned back again. It seems that there are still a few elves like Kreacher who never forget their original owner. "What did you ask, let's hear it."

"There are not many interesting things. The elf who really knows the truth still belongs to you. I can only ask some leftovers from other elves."

"uh-huh."

"...the bastard," said Voldemort softly.

Sean opened his eyes, "What did you say?"

"This is the answer to my question. You... rightly said that Arris is an illegitimate child, and it is very likely that your mother was born after having an affair with Lordrin Gaunt, who was in power at the time."

"Where's the evidence?" Sean asked coldly.

"There used to be a forest behind Gaunt Castle. After you took power, the forest turned into a wasteland. Lordrin and your mother were often seen by the elves going into the forest one after the other. ear step."

A few images quickly flashed through Xiao En's mind, the back of his mother walking towards the forest, the two people at the dining table looking at each other ambiguously, the decadent father's crazy appearance after being drunk and cursing...

In fact, in the previously recovered memory, Sean had roughly guessed it, but when he actually heard the exact answer, his mood still fluctuated a little.

"In addition, the body of the original Lord Lin was carried out of that forest..."

Lodrin's eyes and mouth were wide open, and the appearance of staring at him with a distorted face suddenly appeared in front of Sean.

"...his wife, Irene Curtis, died a few days later..."

The woman looked at him resentfully, and he forcibly poured poison on her.

"...their young daughter died on the way to America, what appears to be an accidental fire..."

A 14-year-old girl was sitting in a corner hugging her knees, shivering under the flames.

"...your father Owen Gunter fell from the castle and died on the spot..."

The desolate man kept retreating under his pressure, and finally fell off the roof of the building.

"...your mother, Brandi Lancer, ... committed suicide."

The white costume was stained with red blood, which was bright and dazzling.

The nausea in Sean's throat came up, and he patted his chest, trying to suppress the feeling.

"Are you all right?" Voldemort asked, supporting him.

"water."

Voldemort immediately poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Sean. Sean raised his head and drank it in one breath before feeling better.

"Did you eat the wrong thing?"

"I didn't eat anything." Sean said gloomily.

Dumbledore looked at the emotional Harry in front of him, and said soothingly: "I know you hate Voldemort, but now you, even me, none of us are sure that we can defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters, The current situation of two-legged confrontation is the best result for the wizarding world."

"In this case, why did you find me? Why did you let me enter Hogwarts? I am the savior, and Voldemort and I can only live one person. Didn't you tell me these things? Now you say that Voldemort is alive Best for the world, what about my parents? What about those who died in the war? Are their lives so worthless?" Harry roared emotionally.

Dumbledore took a deep look at him and said, "No one will suffer more than me, but Harry, the world is not black and white. Now wizards are in contact with humans, and most of the Death Eaters are If Voldemort hadn't been in charge of the warlike tyrants, they might have already contacted the mutants, and now if something happens to Voldemort, a large-scale war might break out not only in the wizarding world, but in the whole world."

"Then why do you think that Voldemort will continue to support you?" Harry glared at Dumbledore with tears in his eyes, and said indiscriminately, "Is it because he is the second generation Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore suddenly changed his face and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Harry stopped talking immediately, staring at Dumbledore without saying a word.

Dumbledore looked at him gravely, and said, "Harry! Tell me where did you hear that?"

"It doesn't matter where you heard it from, what matters is that it's true, right!"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, the look he was all too familiar with, the look he showed when a man was blinded by desire, whether it was revenge, immortality, or boundless power.

"I know you won't help me, but I can still use my abilities to avenge myself!" Harry said, slamming the door and leaving.

Dumbledore supported his forehead, as if he had exhausted all his strength. He had never seen an example of a dragon slayer turning into a dragon, but Harry...he was the only child of James and Lily!

I wanted to let nature take its course, but now... I can't wait any longer...

Dumbledore appeared in the ward with a smile, and greeted Sean cordially. In contrast, Sean's attitude was much more negative. He lay on Voldemort's lap like no one else, and ate the food that Voldemort himself cut and fed to his mouth. fruit.

"It seems that Mr. Stark is all right."

"What's wrong? Yes, I have intermittent nausea and vomiting, so I think it's better to stay in the infirmary for a while."

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, sat on a stool beside him, and looked at Voldemort hesitantly.

Seeing this, Sean patted Voldemort's knee and signaled him to go first. Voldemort pursed his lips in displeasure, but he still obeyed Sean's order. After cutting the remaining fruit and putting it on a plate, he left got up and left.

"Principal Dumbledore, now I suspect that you have installed a bug on me? Why did you show up when I had a little incident?"

"This time was purely an accident," Dumbledore said sincerely, "I have something to look for you today, and I just learned that you are in the medical wing from Professor McGonagall."

"Then may I ask if you have anything to tell me right away?"

"...what do you think about Tom?"

Sean froze for a moment, he didn't expect that Dumbledore would say such a thing, so that the Tai Chi lines he had prepared were useless.

"I don't have any ideas now... One step is one step." Sean looked at Dumbledore who was rubbing his hands and fidgeting, and said with a smile: "What are you so worried about? Anyway, you still have a few years to live, so it's okay for now." How can I check and balance him and let me think about it myself?"

"what are you worried about?"

"Shouldn't I be worried?" Sean asked funnyly: "I was calculated in my prime, but now I am not worth mentioning in front of him."

"But you don't want to accept him, you don't want to stay away from him, and you don't want to kill him. Sean, we don't have time to spend here. If it's not a last resort, I really don't want to see the war break out again."

Sean frowned and said, "Can you be more specific?"

"Have you forgotten the prophecy in the legend?"

Sean fell silent. Indeed, he almost forgot the existence of Harry Potter for so long. This man is the savior chosen by the prophecy.But Dumbledore's current attitude made him feel a little abnormal, "You should be the person who wants Voldemort to die the most, why do you want to remind me?"

"Prophecy is uncertain. For me and the wizarding world, the most important thing now is stability and development."

Dumbledore was about to leave, but was stopped by Sean, and he asked, "I remember that the history of magic book you gave me back then only said that the Potters were seriously injured, but did not say that they were dead, so what do they do now? How is it?"

Dumbledore sighed: "I know what you are thinking, the Potters are indeed not dead, this is the fake news I released to protect them, but their current situation is not much better than death... If Harry saw , I'm afraid he will hate Voldemort even more."

Sean clasped his fists and leaned against the head of the bed with a solemn expression.

Voldemort returned to the ward after Dumbledore left. Seeing Sean's frowning, he asked, "What did he tell you?"

Sean looked at Voldemort and shook his head, "You are so far from him."