[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Voldemort opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, but his head was in a trance.

He fell asleep?

Didn't take the water of life and death, and didn't take other sleep aids, just fell asleep like this?

The last memory was that he was stroking the girl's head while reading a book, feeling the girl's gradually steady breathing.

is her!

Voldemort lowered his head, and realized that the girl who was lying on his lap last night had boldly climbed onto the seat, used his belly as a pillow, buried her whole face in it, and slept sweetly curled up on her side.

She can sleep so well?

Thinking of the days and nights of reviewing in her memory, she sighed secretly, and laughed at how much she cared about her homework. You must know that during the seven years he was studying at Hogwarts, he never worried about his grades.

Voldemort's gaze seemed to startle the girl in his arms, she moved uncomfortably, wriggled her body and got up, and her somewhat ignorant eyes happened to meet Voldemort's deep eyes.

Olivia was stunned for a moment, and with the morning light outside the window, she finally realized that what happened last night was not a dream. She failed to leave England as she wished, but was caught in black by Antonin Dolokhov. Before the eyes of the Demon King.

Olivia, who understood the situation, did not know whether it was because of fear or the slightly cold morning in England, her body trembled a little.

Following Voldemort's gaze, Olivia saw at a glance that the silk suspender nightgown on her was about to fall off, and most of the scenery had already fallen outside, falling into the eyes of the Dark Lord.The shadows and the morning light intertwine to outline a beautiful arc.

Olivia hesitated for less than a second, leaned forward, and placed a light kiss on the corner of the Dark Lord's mouth.

Voldemort's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the red in his black eyes seemed to seep through.

Olivia didn't know where the guts came from, maybe it was because the Dark Lord who was still facing the morning light was still a little fuzzy, without the cold and hard arc, maybe it was the color brought by unknown fragmentary memories, so bold, she simply Aiming at those thin lips, he stuck it down.

Of course, in exchange for more brutal treatment.

"Ah!" Olivia yelled softly, and slowly fell into the shadow that the morning light did not penetrate.

It was already afternoon when Olivia woke up again.

When she moved a little, she felt sore and sticky all over her body.

Of course, you can't count on the Dark Lord to clean up such trivial matters.

Olivia sat up, right in front of a pair of bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls.

Panic flashed in the elf's eyes, it lowered its head and bowed deeply, its long flat nose almost touched the carpet, and screamed: "Sira shouldn't be spying on Miss Sta, Sira shouldn't let the lady find Sira ...But the master asked Sira to serve Miss Sita, please ask Sira to order Sira!"

While it kept patting its head on the carpet, it shouted in a high-pitched, high-pitched voice.

Olivia frowned, Merlin, why are all the house elves like this.

"Sira, stop, tell me where the bathroom is, and help me prepare a set of clothes and some food."

"Yes, the bathroom is here. Miss Star ordered Sira to do it right away!" The elf who received the order seemed to be a warrior who had been entrusted with a heavy responsibility. He puffed up his chest excitedly, with tears in his eyes, and immediately snapped his fingers. Disappear.

Olivia walked into the bathroom naked helplessly, she couldn't be expected to find that ball of things that didn't know where it went, could she?

After the meal, Olivia felt that she was alive again.You must know that she has not eaten for more than a day, and she can be said to be tired and hungry.

The plate disappeared, and Syrah never reappeared.

After eating and drinking enough, Olivia didn't know what to do. Being trapped here, the whole plan needs to be postponed... until when?Probably waiting for the Dark Lord to find a new pet.

Yes, pet, she doesn't dare to elevate her status.From the bruises on her body, Olivia could understand that the Dark Lord is a man with a strong desire to control.

She had to stay low and wait until the Dark Lord didn't need her anymore, maybe, kill her!Thinking of this, Olivia couldn't help but tremble.

Without the wand by her side, she was a little uncomfortable, and always felt empty in her heart.The books in that study room were extremely attractive to her, but without the permission of the Dark Lord, she dared not take a step further.

She looked around the room boredly, and saw the same cold and hard tone as the study room, except for the bed and a small table, there was nothing else.

This is really the style of the "devil king".

A book beside the bed caught her attention, she hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back her hand.

"Drink!" Olivia exclaimed.On a page of a book that was flipped out at random, a skinned man appeared. He struggled, but couldn't stop the whole skeleton from squeezing out from the top of his head. It was bloody, and with his screams, the whole skeleton slowly dissolved , turned into a puddle of blood.

Olivia closed the pages of the book almost immediately, but she still couldn't stop the scene just now from turning into her mind.She trembled, almost unable to hold the book.

"Are you scared?" A deep voice came from behind her, and a pale hand passed over her waist, taking the book.

Olivia let herself lean on the body behind her, a little speechless: "I haven't seen it...I haven't seen these..."

"Of course" Voldemort turned to the page again, stroking it with his other hand: "Of course Hogwarts doesn't have these, even in the Restricted/Book Area, there is no such treasure."

Olivia was fixed in the arms of the Dark Lord, staring at the terrifying picture on the page again.What made her even more flustered was that she could hear the joy and satisfaction in Voldemort's mouth almost without judgment.

What kind of man is this!

Olivia turned around, buried her head on Voldemort's chest, and wrapped her hands tightly around his waist: "My lord, if I... I mean... your Death Eaters are like your fingers, they will definitely help you." You get all you want... I mean, I'm afraid I can't do that, sorry..."

She has become incoherent.

"It's normal not to be able to do it. Even if my servants are talented, they can only succeed under my guidance." Voldemort said lightly, "Olivia, my girl, I can teach you."

Olivia's tears were about to come out, she didn't want to learn, and she also knew that she would never succeed, but who could refuse the great Dark Lord?Who dares to refuse?

Olivia gritted her teeth and summoned up her courage: "My lord...My lord, I'm afraid that my talent...Of course I'm not rejecting you, but you know...My studies are not good enough, I'm worried...I'm worried about my talent. Will waste your time..."

Olivia knew that what she said would definitely remind the Dark Lord of her hard work of studying day and night, but she was also afraid that what she said would make her directly get an Avada death curse.

"I am so happy that you are willing to teach me. You also know who else has such talent besides you? Even Dumbledore is now obsessed with the balance between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. You are like... Besides, you are so much younger than him, you will definitely have more time than him..."

Olivia was a little unscrupulous, she didn't even know what she said, and she didn't know that those words pleased the Dark Lord, until she felt the dangerous breath disappear, and put a hand on her face.

"Why are you crying? My good girl?" Voldemort's movements were rare and gentle.

Only then did Olivia realize that tears were streaming down her face, she wiped her face indiscriminately, and smiled through tears: "You know, I don't want you to think that I am arrogant, reject you without knowing good or bad, and don't want you Think I'm too stupid, can't learn black magic, and can't speak..."

Olivia realized that she had gone too far, and quickly turned back: "I mean, you already have a sharp sword like a Death Eater, what else is impossible? A stupid girl like me, just I just want to be bold enough to be by your side, maybe it's just for a while..." Olivia's tone dropped.

"You're not a stupid girl." Voldemort said softly, "Who was proud to say that he was Ravenclaw last night? Ravenclaw doesn't accept stupid girls."

Olivia was speechless, a little stunned.

"Perhaps, you want to join the Death Eaters?" Voldemort changed the subject.

"Me?!" Olivia looked up at Voldemort, stunned for a few seconds before looking away: "But I heard that the Dark Mark is your reward, can people like me get it too? Will other people get it? people feel..."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: "No one will doubt Lord Voldemort's gift."

But in the end there was no mention of the Dark Mark.

Olivia sent the Dark Lord away, only to find that her back was covered with sweat. In July, she was so cold that she was shivering all over.

Just now, she finally saw the Dark Lord's face clearly, and she didn't even know if she had offended him by being dumbfounded just now.

Merlin!Has the Dark Lord become so powerful that he doesn't care about his appearance?

What kind of face is that? The whole face looks like it was carved out of wax, and it looks as pale as a fake face.Olivia didn't know what the hyaluronic acid that popped into her mind yesterday, she just felt that no amount of hyaluronic acid would cause such a consequence.What's more, his right face seemed to be burned by fire, it was terrifying!

Olivia snorted twice, she was sure that the Dark Lord must have looked very good before - it can be seen from that outline!

He also laughed at Ravenclaw's experiment, and Slytherin's experiment was not much better!Apart from black magic experiments, she didn't believe there was anything else that could cause such irreversible consequences.

She stopped herself from complaining further, and squeezed her wand tightly—the wand was returned to her by the Dark Lord just now, and he also discussed the wand materials with her, and got the right to borrow some books by the way—she stood in front of the window, deeply After taking a breath, he realized that there was a man standing far away on the lawn at the gate of the manor, as if he had been waiting for her. Seeing him appearing at the window, he quickly showed an exaggerated smile.

It was Antonin Dolokhov!Olivia gritted her teeth, saluted, and said hello silently: "Uncle Antonin."

An Dongning didn't have time to say more, the figure in front of the window had disappeared.He had no choice but to withdraw his greeting hand, thinking that next time he must find a chance to connect with each other.

It happened that Bellatrix walked into the manor and looked suspiciously at the strange Antonin Dolokhov: "What are you looking at?"

Antoning held his head high, triumphantly: "A woman."

After speaking, he strode out of the manor and Apparated away.

"A woman?" Bella murmured to herself, "How could there be a woman in the master's manor, could it be Carlo? No, if it was Carlo, Antonin couldn't be so proud! That's..."

Bella gritted her teeth at the thought of a possibility.