[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Since December, Hogwarts has had several snowfalls, and it is white everywhere, covered with several feet of snow.

After lunch, Olivia and Arnold wore the same winter clothes and came outside the castle.

Olivia stopped on the steps at the entrance of the castle, and Arnold continued to walk a few steps forward, his dragon leather boots making deep footprints on the snow.

Arnold stopped after walking a few steps, looked at Olivia questioningly, Olivia nodded, and he took out the flying sword from his pocket.

The flying sword seemed to have sensed something, and automatically stopped at Arnold's calf. He took a breath and stepped on it bravely.

It was a bit wobbly at first, but Arnold quickly mastered the trick. He controlled the flying sword to go around a few times at low altitude, and when he came to her, he happily showed it to her. Then he speeded up and plunged into the air. go!

"what is that?"

"—Improvement of the broomstick?"

Two similar voices appeared on the left and right of Olivia, and finally said in unison: "It's so cool!"

Olivia knew them, the twin brothers of the Weasley family: George and Fred, who looked exactly alike, I heard that even their mother couldn't tell the two apart, they both took Olivia's courses - Olivia Livi couldn't tell them apart either.

"Professor Star, Merry Christmas!" The two brothers said at the same time, and couldn't wait to ask questions.

"It's supposed to be a broomstick, but—"

"—it's stepped on. It's not the same as a broom—"

"—perhaps the newest model?"

"—perhaps a Muggle thing?"

Olivia was already dazed by their questions and answers, and then they turned to Olivia at the same time: "So Professor, what the hell is this?"

"Flying sword, the flying tool of Eastern wizards, they can fly with the sword."

"Wow! That sounds cool!" the two brothers said at the same time.

"It looks cool, too!" Olivia agreed.

"So, is he your son?"

"—he's been living at the school?"

Olivia looked at them with some surprise, they winked funny, obviously not going to tell Olivia how they knew.

"Yes, my son Arnold, he goes to a Muggle school and lives here."

"Honestly, you don't look like a kid that big—" George or Fred said.

"It's like you just graduated—" another followed.

Olivia was amused by them and giggled: "Arnold is about the same age as you, and he will go to Hogwarts next year. He is so old in a blink of an eye..." Olivia said a little frustrated.

"We'll take care of him—"

"Hope he's a Gryffindor—"

"But it's more likely Ravenclaw—"

"It might also be Slytherin." Olivia said.

"Oh," the brothers shrugged at the same time, "that's unfortunate!"

"But you can't be sure, children are always changing—" said one of the twins.

"Like Ginny—she's not afraid of anything, and at Hogwarts, she's like a kitten—" another added.

"Is that your little sister?" Olivia asked, looking at the red-haired girl with a pale face who was hesitating to walk towards them around the corner.

"Yes!" The twins walked over to Ginny, and the other explained to her: "She has been unhappy for a long time, and we often tease her—"

"Hmm——" Olivia hesitated for a moment: "Have you visited Madam Pomfrey? She looks quite sluggish?"

The remaining George or Fred shrugged: "She wouldn't say anything about going—"

"Okay," Olivia shook her head in disapproval: "I have some candy here, maybe I can use it to coax her? Is it my Christmas present?"

George or Fred hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and looked at her gratefully: "Professor Star, thank you, I will ask Ginny to also take your class in the third grade!"

Olivia watched him jumping up and down to the corner and said something, dumbfounded, and then the three of them looked over gratefully.

Olivia nodded, thoughtfully, Weasley is the family of wizards who has the closest relationship with the savior Potter...

When it was dinner at night, Olivia paid special attention to Ginny Weasley when she swept the Gryffindor long table. She was so different from the other heartless and careless Weasleys, just like What is on your mind...

mind!

Olivia's heart skipped a beat!

"Let's sing together!" Dumbledore's voice startled her. He had already led the crowd to sing his favorite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice was as loud as a firecracker.Olivia frowned, but Arnold pretended to hum a few words.

After singing the carol, Olivia blew a silver firecracker casually, and after a loud bang, two little white mice exploded out. Frowning, Olivia threw them all to Snape, seeing He stared at her dissatisfied, and she stared back without hesitation, her depressed mood felt much better.

Dumbledore watched this scene with a smile, and even handed over two more firecrackers: "I saw Arnold this afternoon, he flew to my window and said hello to me, this is really interesting—"

"A gift from an oriental wizard, he likes it very much." Olivia answered him with a smile.

"That's amazing, then Severus, I want to congratulate you...you're probably going to get a good Quidditch player!" Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape nodded reservedly, knowing that he was referring to the affiliation of the school after one year, but obviously some professors misunderstood it, and they immediately looked at him with relief, as if he was finally willing to take on his responsibilities.Snape paused, and his face turned ugly.

Arnold pretended to be obedient and kept eating silently, while Olivia giggled.

The students below all looked curiously at the black-haired boy sitting between Snape and Olivia, but obviously no professor would give them any advice.

And there were the Weasley brothers in Gryffindor, and they soon realized that, after a while, basically everyone knew that he was Olivia's child.

"What's the matter!" Ron just finished his second Christmas pudding and was about to reach for the third: "He may not be able to spend Christmas at home for a while, just like my father and mother. Egypt saw Bill, there was no one at home, so Professor Star had to bring him to the school—”

"But Professor Starr didn't spend Christmas at school last year." Harry said in a low voice.

"Last year was a lot of absences, and we didn't see Snape at the dinner party, did we?" Ron continued to eat his piece of pudding, and then his mouth grew as if he had discovered something, and the pudding fell out of his mouth.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore and looked away.

"He's at school," Harry said emphatically. "I almost bumped into him on a night excursion. He's on night watch..."

Now Hermione also realized that something was wrong, and she skipped over Harry's violation of school rules last year: "That is to say, he didn't attend the Christmas dinner at school, but came to watch the night on purpose? It's unreasonable——"

"Don't you guys think he looks a lot like Snape? They both have black hair and black eyes, and Harry, did you tell us last school year that Snape was pursuing Professor Star?!" Ron was almost trembling After saying these conjectures, the three looked at each other in blank dismay.

No way, Harry looked at the three sitting together in disbelief, trying to find out more similarities between them, until Hermione hit him hard on the head: "Okay, don't think about it, we There are still some things to be confirmed in our plans." She led Harry and Ron out of the Great Hall to carry out their plans for the night.

While the professors were still happily drinking, Olivia took Arnold away on the pretext that he was sleepy.

"Mom is going out for a while, and you are in the room. If you want to sleep, you can rest by yourself, okay?" She told Arnold, then opened the window, and flew out as a goshawk.

She didn't fly back until nearly midnight.

"What did you do just now?" The black mist from the ring floated out and surrounded Olivia.

Olivia fell into a state of thinking and ignored him.

She suddenly thought of something, took out a bag and started rummaging, finally found a book, threw it at Voldemort, the book passed through the black mist, hit the wall with a bang, and fell to the ground again, revealing The name of the book: "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts" Voldemort looked at the book on the ground in disbelief, and when he looked at Olivia again, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Olivia crossed her arms and stared at him coldly.

"Mom, you're back, what's the matter?" Arnold rubbed his eyes and walked in, breaking the confrontation between the two.

Olivia signaled Arnold to sit on the bed, and she sat down coldly, looking coldly at the foggy Dark Lord: "Do you think you are the only one who knows this book? You idiot!"

The Dark Lord's eyes were red, and he rushed over furiously, but he couldn't do anything.

Olivia ignored his futility and waved him into the ring.She took Arnold's hand: "I thought that although he lost his strength, he could still be a good teacher, but now, Al, I'm afraid I have to reassess. I'm worried whether he still has enough sense... "

Arnold looked at her ignorantly, not understanding what she meant.

Olivia sighed: "Let's put it this way, Al—" She took out a diary and put it on the table.

"This is your father."

dad?Arnold looked at the diary in disbelief, and asked with difficulty: "So, I've been mistaken all this time, father...isn't my father?"

Olivia was also in a state of desperation, but had to correct him: "To be precise, both of them are your father, and there is a piece of your father's soul in it—"

Olivia stopped explaining, her eyes widened in disbelief.She released Voldemort from the ring: "Potter doesn't have the blood of Slytherin, otherwise he wouldn't have entered Gryffindor, so he can speak Parsel... Unless, he is also your Horcrux?"

The two looked at each other, and the Dark Lord's eyes were full of fury.

"So...if I understand correctly...Potter is also my father?" Arnold's unbelievable voice sounded, he held his forehead in despair, and looked hopefully at the two of them, hoping that someone would be merciful and tell him This is not true.

Merlin's stinky socks!

Olivia looked at the Dark Lord angrily, look at what good things you have done!

The author has something to say: In fact, I have been stuck for several days, and I have not coded a single word... There are still three chapters in the manuscript box, I hope I can think about the following plot before I finish posting