[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Voldemort's Manor.

Voldemort sat in a high position, beckoning people to revel to the fullest, ignoring several screaming women and excited people wrapped in black robes, and disappeared in place with a wave of his sleeves.

Since Abu's death, he has rarely been so happy.

A half-breed with Prince's blood... a doomed potions master.

Voldemort knew without thinking how much leverage this would give their side.

Even if those potions masters are unwilling to submit to him, so what, they have lost their value... Lord Voldemort will not allow such people to exist, no matter whether it is true or not that they will never favor the Order of the Phoenix.

Isn't it more valuable to have only one potion master?

Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes sharpened, and a gleam of red light flashed.With a slight turn of the hand, the study door opened automatically.

someone!

There was a surge of anger in Voldemort's heart, who dares!

Breaking into his study at this time?Who dares?Is it Dumbledore?Phoenix can go anywhere regardless of space constraints!Damn Dumbledore!

Voldemort walked in with anger, but the study was not what he imagined.

The huge study room is surrounded by bookshelves reaching to the sky on three sides. There is only one candle floating in the air in the whole room, which makes the room look bigger and darker.

A woman was curled up on the only huge seat that should have been empty.

Messy blond hair covered her cheeks, only small red lips were slightly pouty.A pink silk pajamas with suspenders hung on her shoulders, barely covering her key parts, and a playful blond hair fell into the gully on her chest, rising and falling with her breath.

Voldemort's anger subsided, it seemed that it was just a trifle offered by them.He recalled the performance of the "servants" before leaving.

Lucius?No, although he is cunning, he knows that he never favors these...

Bella... More impossible!Her loyalty is beyond reproach, but if it was her, I'm afraid I wish this person was me.

Antonin?Thinking of his excited and stealthy eyes from time to time, and the unconscious complacency when he looked at Bella, it was him.Voldemort lowered his eyes, and he might need a Cruciatus to make such a claim.

Voldemort made up his mind, and looked at the woman on the seat again, with the expression of looking at a dead body.

It's just...how could this woman sleep so soundly, the constant pressure around him seemed to have no effect on her at all.

Of course Voldemort could see that it was pure sleep, not a potion like the water of death.

It also made him angrier.Waving her sleeves, the woman who was about to become a corpse rolled to the ground in an instant.

Lord Voldemort does not have sleep, even if this is just a little insignificant existence on the road to immortality, other people cannot be allowed to do so!

The moment Olivia realized something was wrong, she quickly adjusted her body, rolled over a few times... and lay on the ground.

Where is this, is she sleepy?Forgive her, she was so sleepy, she didn't sleep for several days, and she was supported by refreshing medicine.

Olivia raised her head, only to feel that there was a deep darkness in front of her eyes, like a beast that wanted to devour people.

She looked at the only light source in the room, and saw a tall figure standing against the backlight, unable to see the face clearly, but the sharp edges and corners gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Suddenly, her whole body seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, and she was pulled forward a few steps.

"Look up." A low but unexpectedly pleasant voice said.

Olivia unconsciously acted according to the words, and her eyes instantly met a pair of black translucent, black red eyes, and she could clearly see the outline of his face.

A man who looks like a wax sculpture, it's like... It's like taking too much hyaluronic acid.

...wait, what is hyaluronic acid?

Before she had time to sort out the habitually unknown thoughts, the images of the past few days flashed through her mind.

She was shopping at Boginbok and met Antonin Dolokhov, who stunned her with a wry smile.

It's him!But why?

The memory flipped again. It was she who went to Diagon Alley to buy necessities... Yes, the people in the medicine store called her Miss Sta. She didn't notice that Dolokhov was also there, and looked at her with eyes full of inquiry.

Dolokhov was somewhat related to her, had seen her when she was a child, and he should have remembered that she was blonde, not the brunette she always pretended to be.

Immediately afterwards, she closed the manor, preparing for a graduation trip...

She always feels that the wind and rain are coming, and it is best to take the graduation trip to leave far away, leave the UK, and leave Europe.

Then, it is reviewing day and night before graduation, preparing for N.EW.T...

The person who messed with the memory seemed to be extremely impatient, and quickly skipped this paragraph, the memory was like catkins, drifting away piece by piece, she was studying hard in the library, she chatted with friends, she entered the branch school...she was alone Life...then when she was six years old, an experiment explosion took her parents away...

No!She frowned in pain, she didn't want to relive it again!

Her struggle seemed to excite the man even more, and he watched it more carefully.At the moment of the explosion, her parents' panicked faces, sad eyes, her ignorant face, a pair of hands pushing her away, the manor in ruins...

However, Olivia calmed down. Looking at it again, she was no longer as unacceptable as she had imagined. Although she still felt painful, the real love of her parents really gave her warmth and protection.

"Hmph, Ravenclaw." The man who messed with the memory finally stopped and let out a sneer.

Olivia blushed, as if she understood what he was laughing at.Indeed, with his strength, he might think it would be extremely ridiculous to die for an experiment.

Olivia took two deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.She bowed down respectfully, her whole body was almost stuck on the ground, she looked at the corner of his robe, but in the end she couldn't kiss him, and only said in her mouth: "My lord!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

Olivia didn't dare to raise her head: "I'll know when I see you. Besides you, who else in this world has such power?"

Olivia couldn't believe that her words could please Voldemort, but there was indeed a hint of joy in his words: "Get up."

Olivia stood up, and Voldemort had already sat on the only cold chair. She hesitated for a while, and finally took two steps on her knees, getting closer to the chair, but she didn't dare to touch Voldemort.

Voldemort was satisfied when he saw the girl's submissive posture. He raised Olivia's chin with his wand: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Olivia was forced to raise her head. Under the light, a pair of light blue eyes looked straight at Voldemort.

These eyes, like the light gray blue of Malfoy's family, did not have the cunning and rationality that Malfoy was used to, but were like a pair of glass balls without impurities, clean and translucent.

"Of course I'm afraid of you." Olivia didn't dare to lie, she believed that no one could lie in front of the Dark Lord except Dumbledore the White Wizard. "You are so great, and I am so small, of course I am afraid of you. But I also believe that you are wise, and you know that I am no threat to you." It also has no effect.

"Extraordinary intelligence is a great wealth of mankind." Voldemort did not respond to her words: "I think you are more like Slytherin."

Olivia smiled: "No, of course I'm Ravenclaw."

Voldemort looked at the girl in front of him. She said words of refusal, but when she smiled, there was a slight dimple around her mouth, which made her look extremely cute.

Voldemort put down his wand and stroked her hair: "A clever girl."

Obedient to her instinct, Olivia leaned over on Voldemort's lap, changing from kneeling to sitting, her whole face pressed against Voldemort's thigh, her posture became more supple.

Voldemort rarely had such an experience, and the temperature on his thigh rarely made him feel a little uncomfortable: "You want to go on a graduation trip?"

"Yes." Olivia turned her face sideways, staring at a certain place in the void: "I want to start from England, go to France, Germany, Bulgaria, the Soviet Union... and come back from Africa."

"There are many places you want to go." Voldemort sighed softly.

"Of course." Olivia said briskly, "The world is so big, I want to see it." Huh?How did this word come out of nowhere?

Of course, China is what she wants to go to the most. She wants to know what are the extra things in her mind since she was six years old, which are small, fragmented, and unsystematic, but let her spend the lonely time after the age of six.

Voldemort chuckled twice, then asked dangerously, "What if I don't let you go?"

Olivia paused, then said nothing: "Then I won't go."

She rolled her eyes, as if she had just seen the study clearly, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Then can you pick me up a few books to read?"

Voldemort smirked, and sighed in his heart: Ravenclaw, it really deserves to be the claw of the raven.

"Then what do you want to give?"

pay what?Olivia rolled her eyes: "Serving tea and water?"

Voldemort said mockingly, "I have no shortage of house elves."

Olivia was keenly aware of the unpleasant atmosphere, and straightened up: "Of course, all of them!"

"all?"

"all."

Voldemort seemed finally pleased, and put his hand on her head again.Olivia lay back on his knees, the raven's claws... greedy predator.The Dark Lord seemed more Ravenclaw than she was in this.

What power do you have to choose?From recognizing that this is the Dark Lord, from seeing his own attire, what else can't be understood?

Fortunately, I never cared about these.Fortunately, although the Dark Lord's face was a bit strange, his evil demeanor seemed to make this man even more attractive.

Olivia felt embarrassed, and thought again, it seemed that the Dark Lord had no such intentions, and Antonin Dolohov's bad idea would probably not succeed.

Olivia was thinking in a mess, and her thoughts fell into chaos.

The absurd farce downstairs did not spread upstairs.Antonin Dolokhov looked at the quiet study room, clenched his hands, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

It worked!

He glanced at Lucius Malfoy contentedly, who was talking softly with one of today's protagonists: Severus Snape, noticed his gaze, and glanced over indifferently.

Antonin Dolokhov quickly looked away, Malfoy is best at business, he is far inferior in this respect, and he recommended Severus Severus, who even his master praised his potion talent Nepe's position in the heart of the master cannot be shaken for the time being.

He turned to look at Bellatrix, who was staring at the farce in the arena, her eyes were full of disdain and madness.

In terms of loyalty, he is on par with Bella; in terms of combat power, he is indeed slightly inferior to Bella, and Bella's enthusiasm for dedicating everything, even her whole body, to her master is indeed inferior to him.But didn't he find a better one?

Antonin Dolokhov laughed wryly, not noticing that he had been staring at Bella for too long.

Seeing Antonin's strange eyes and distorted smile, Bellatrix felt angry: Is this trying to provoke her?

Antonin finally came back to his senses, and saw that Bella was about to take out her wand, and then realized that she was impolite, and hurriedly greeted her: "Mrs. Lestrange".

Seeing that Bella became even more angry, he immediately came over anyway. Bella hated being called Mrs. Lestrange the most.

Sure enough, Bella clenched her wand tightly, gritted her teeth and said, "Antonin Dolokhov, do you want to fight?"

Antoning froze, and hurriedly said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

The author has something to say: ps: 1. The broken modern soul is not a golden finger for the heroine. It should be seen that this is actually useless. It is just a reason for the six-year-old girl to be self-reliant, so that she can survive more reasonably down. 2. Goldfinger is the heroine's keen sixth sense, otherwise I wouldn't be able to imagine how to survive under Snake Face V, let alone attack him. 3. V is not completely disfigured at this time, but believe me, there will be such a day.