[Comprehensive Yingmei] Pengwen walks readers

Chelsea was very quiet as a child.

When Voldemort picked up the baby in the pool of age reducing agent, she stared at him with round amber eyes and said nothing.Voldemort couldn't tell what it was like, so he could only pat her on the back, and then, according to the parenting book that Abu borrowed, dried her with a towel, and carried her from the basement to her sunny room. In the nursery, gently place her in the cradle.

Chelsea still looked at him quietly with that expressionless look, which didn't even look like a baby anymore.Voldemort suddenly remembered the words taught by the nanny in the orphanage: "... I knew you were a monster if you never cried when you were a child!" He couldn't tell whether this quiet quality came from Faye's part or his part , in the end he could only decide that it belonged entirely to the individual "Chelsea".

He patted Chelsea's little face, told the house elves who were in awe and fear, and planned to return to the Ministry of Magic to handle government affairs.But his fingers were hugged, and when he looked down, Chelsea wrapped his index finger with her tender palm, and looked at him almost pleadingly with her mouth pursed.

This is... here, to keep it?

Voldemort looked at her quietly, thinking quickly - the age-reducing potion he made not only reduced Faye's physical age, but also returned her mind to the level of a baby.Logically speaking, she would not have such complex emotions similar to adults, but...

Chelsea's eyes were wet.

Voldemort thought to himself, then stay.After all, that's why he dug Fay out to make Chelsea—

He wondered what Faye would look like after having had a happy childhood.

Voldemort was worried for a time by Chelsea's pre-speech vulnerability.But as she got older, after she discovered that she could have all of Dad's attention and the power to do whatever she wanted, something that's inside all kids exploded.

Chelsea finally began to be willful.

Crying babies deserve milk Voldemort had taught her from the start.Chelsea has been practicing this rule ever since - she started bullying Nagini and breaking things around the house.

Most of the time Chelsea is immersed in the world of magical children's picture books, and a few times she will get excited to play children's magic games with her father.Voldemort always had meetings, and every now and then they bumped into Chelsea's game time.

When the car crashed for the first time, Chelsea grabbed Voldemort's robe and said inarticulately with her little face up: "Ah... smack, smack, play!"

Voldemort bent down to shake her little hand: "What's the matter, little Cherry?"

"Play this!" Chelsea held up a box of puzzles. Voldemort couldn't remember who gave it to him, but seeing the silly princess and pink bowknot cake dress on the box, his brows frowned: "But Little Che Leigh, Dad has a meeting later."

Chelsea was too young to figure out what a meeting was.But she sensed rejection keenly in Voldemort's tone and expression.

The vague intuition that remained in her body told her to stop disturbing her father, and Voldemort saw hesitation and flinching in her wide-open eyes.

"But..." Voldemort dragged his voice out, "If it's a puzzle with Cherie, Dad always has time."

Is Tywin a monster with a colder heart than him?Voldemort thought as he led the joyfully bouncing Chelsea to the playroom, how could he bear to reject those amber pleading eyes?

After tasting the sweetness, the cautiousness that Chelsea showed with Fay gradually disappeared.She became more confident when she made a request, and hesitated and flinched less and less. Voldemort watched the originally docile and quiet little girl become more and more domineering with dark joy, as if he had seen the future who suddenly broke into his life. bright girl.

The first time Chelsea met the other boys was at a party.For the birthday party of the eldest son of the Black family, Voldemort brought the child to the birthday party for the first time, and everyone was surprised.Unlike Faye's depression when she was a child, the parents were scrambling to send the child to Chelsea. Voldemort decided to learn from Tywin and leave her alone. He and Abu went to drink tea and secretly observed her every move. .

The first to welcome Chelsea was the children of the Black family.Sirius, who was supposed to be the first to greet her because of a rebellious attack, twisted and ran away like a loach when Walburga grabbed his ear and told him to greet her sister.Chelsea didn't care either, and got together with the three Black sisters affectionately.

"You're so pretty." Narcissa boasted.

"Your father is so handsome." Bella boasted.

"What would you like to eat?" Andromeda asked.

So Chelsea watched as Andromeda snapped her fingers, and the house-elf popped into view, bowing deeply with a tray full of drinks and cupcakes.

"Descendants of Slytherin, what a distinguished guest." The long-nosed elf said hoarsely, "Please use it, please use it, this is the food presented to you by the pure Black family."

"Don't talk too much, Kreacher." Bella scolded, "Get the punishment yourself."

Chelsea doesn't quite understand what receiving a punishment is. She thinks these few compliments are very helpful to her, and the elf should not be punished.

"It's nothing...don't punish him." She stopped.

Bella glanced at Chelsea, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"A house-elf has to look like a house-elf," Bella commented arrogantly. "It needs to know that it can't just interrupt when the master is talking."

Chelsea hadn't heard that theory, because she had a house-elf in her family, but he had never been punished.Voldemort is usually too busy, and there is no need to establish a "master and servant distinction" mentality for the house-elves. When he is free at home, he just teases his daughter, and the idea of ​​picking mistakes and punishing him never stays in his mind. .

Therefore, Chelsea do not know whether to agree with this view.

"House-elves are mean." Bella seemed to have finally found someone who could pour out her full opinion. "A house-elf in a decent family should do his own housework and serve his master wholeheartedly, not for himself. Thinking of this and that. House-elves who like to think wildly are bad breeds and should be beheaded!"

Narcissa took a drink from the tray on her own, and Andromeda lowered her head, unable to see her expression.Chelsea didn't know if she should take the cupcakes, but she finally took one, and then she watched the elf bow again and disappear with a snap.

Chelsea took small bites of the cake—it was indeed delicious, and then listened to Bella introduce the children present one by one.

"……………This is Selwyn, who seems to be called Tessie. Her father is Alexander Selwyn, the last heir of the Selwyn family." Bella casually pointed to a nest in the corner The little girl with wrong eyes, "The Selwyn family was very brilliant in the last generation. There was a director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. Later, because his only daughter died, he went crazy. Alexander Selwyn is the head of that department. Nephew, although he is said to be the heir, he has not inherited any money, and has been looking for ways to borrow money to make money these past few years..."

"Ah, that's Selwyn." Suddenly, Narcissa saw Alexander, "He's asking Aunt Walburga for money!"

Bella said contemptuously: "Even if Black gave the money to the dementors, he wouldn't lend it to this kind of scum. It's a shame for pure blood."

Tessie nestled in the corner, and the house-elves didn't go to her, so she didn't have any cupcakes or drinks, so she could only look around the hall timidly.

Chelsea thought for a moment, grabbed a plate of mini muffins from Kreacher's tray that reappeared with a snap, bandaged hands, and walked over to Tessie.

"Are you hungry?" Chelsea asked, and then passed the plate in front of Tessie, "I think this is very good, just don't eat it with tea, it's easy to write a book."

Cautiously, Tessie glanced up at Chelsea, bit her lips, said a soft thank you, and took a piece of cake from the plate.Chelsea noticed that her arms and neck were particularly thin.

Chelsea pursed her lips, watching the little girl timidly eat, suddenly a sense of responsibility and mission surged up.This is a strange feeling of wanting to be a partner of justice. At this time, she feels that she is like King Arthur assisted by the great magician Merlin, pulling out his sword to protect the weak blond king!Power, coming up!

"My name is Chelsea!" After she made up her mind, she held out her hand very excitedly, "Chelsea Slytherin! Hello! May I meet you?"

Tessie was frightened, she quickly swallowed the cake, wiped her hands on her clothes, and then dared to shake hands with Chelsea: "My name is Tessie Selwyn, hello..."

"Hey!" Suddenly, the happy atmosphere of the two girls was interrupted, and a black-haired boy suddenly jumped down from the stairs above their heads - Tessie was scared to death, and Chelsea quickly pulled her to go Take a big step back.Oddly enough, the boy landed unharmed, the first jump Chelsea had ever seen (although she hadn't seen much else before).

"You're the little Slytherin?" The boy looked down at Chelsea, and then he plucked his hair. "What a disappointment. I wanted to come over to tease the little Selwyn family, but you snatched it first."

"What's the matter?" Chelsea asked warily.

The boy shrugged: "Give her a cup of pumpkin juice or something, at least I won't give her a small muffin cake, my family's Black Forest is the best - that old Kreacher can make it even if he bakes his fingers Serving a table of the most delicious Black Forest in England, you have to accept that."

"Your family..." Chelsea asked curiously.

"Let me introduce myself," the boy bowed pretentiously, "Siris Black, the protagonist of this birthday party—but the protagonist, that is, I, ran away! And hid in the corner to eat the black forest! Aha !"

Chelsea & Tessie: ……………

"Chelsea?" Voldemort had been silently observing what happened to Chelsea, and when he saw her talking to the boy, he hurried over, "Dad has something to do here, come here."

Chelsea reluctantly bids farewell to her new friend (Cirius: Who is your friend?): "Bye Tessie! Bye Sirius!"

Tessie waved in a daze: "Goodbye..."

When Sirius saw Voldemort, he curled his lips and didn't respond, and went back upstairs directly. He didn't forget to stuff Tessie with a copy of the Black Forest before he left.

"Have you made friends?" Voldemort asked Chelsea, bending over, before taking Chelsea's hand to the adults' social circle.Chelsea nodded vigorously: "Yeah! Tessie Selwin and Sirius Black!"

Voldemort froze for a moment when he heard the surname Selwyn, and then said with complicated emotions: "Ah, Selwyn is a very old pure-blood family. As for that Black..."

Chelsea looked up at him with wide eyes.

"He is very disobedient and contradicts his parents all day long." Voldemort said convincingly, "and he also likes to eat spiders!"

Chelsea let out an "Ah" in disgust.

Sirius who was splashed with dirty water inexplicably: Ah!

"Dad!" Chelsea happily rushed down the stairs, and changed into the skirt she just received, like a big flying rabbit, "A letter from Hogwarts! A letter!"

Voldemort calmly put the bottle of age-reducing agent he had just dripped into the wide sleeve of his robe: "That's great, show the letter to Dad."

Chelsea jumped up and down and held the letter paper in front of Voldemort. The good father took it with a smile and looked at it nostalgicly: "The letter has not been changed for so many years."

Chelsea opened the chair and sat down, exclaiming in surprise: "Wow, it's lamb chops with salt and pepper!"

The good father smiled very dotingly.And silently crossed out a date in my heart.

There are 642 days until Chelsea meet Tom Jr.

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