[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Arnold walked in with a heavy face. He actually lost, to a ten-year-old girl?

A month ago, when he saw that it was not Olivia but Abby who was waiting on the train platform, he realized that something big must have happened.

Returning home with a feeling of uneasiness in her heart, it turned out that Olivia had a physical problem.

"It's just an experimental accident, Al." Olivia's calm expression was a little disturbed: "And I'm basically stable now."

Arnold looked at Olivia seriously, which made her a little guilty. She cleared her throat: "Joe has been here, but when you are on vacation, you have already left because of important things."

Olivia looked at Arnold amusedly as his eyes lit up and then gradually dimmed.

"This is Joe's daughter, Thea." Olivia introduced the girl who just came down the stairs.

Arnold turned around, only to realize that the girl had walked behind him without a sound, and he didn't notice it at all!She had no expression on her face, and she had a cold smell all over her body-it was not at all the same as Uncle Joe.

"Thea, I've been hearing about you. I'm Arnold." Arnold stood up politely, showing a gentle smile, and stretched out his hand to Thea.

Thea glanced at his hands expressionlessly, then glanced up and down at him, and went straight to the place he had just vacated - Olivia and sat down.

Arnold's expression cracked.

Olivia suppressed a smile: "Oh, Al, she's your sister, like family...huh?"

Arnold took a deep breath invisibly: "Okay, Mom."

But Arnold had to admit that he experienced unprecedented frustration from Thea.

She is like a restless stone, she has very little reaction and stimulation from the outside, and basically does not respond.His tried and tested charm was as if it didn't exist in her eyes.

But this undoubtedly makes Arnold feel more challenging. He never gives up easily, of course, unless the opponent is really stronger than him!But a ten-year-old girl?Arnold had a desire to conquer.

He can't remember how this challenge started, he just remembers the feeling clearly - the feeling of being suppressed.

This is a very rare experience, and he can only experience it from a few adults occasionally. As for his peers, heh, don't joke about it.

So when he lost at the hands of a ten-year-old girl—although he had a sense of not using black magic, a loss was a loss.This is undoubtedly enough to make Arnold reflect on himself, reflect on himself who has been somewhat arrogant since defeating Bellatrix.

Arnold thought for a long time before raising his head. He met Olivia's worried eyes and Thea's calm eyes who were half leaning on her.

He smiled again, and the temperament in his body instantly settled a lot: "Mom, I'm fine, I can bear it once I fail."

"Okay." Olivia raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Occasional discussions are good for your physical and mental health. I noticed that you have been very busy recently."

"Yes, about that Muggle company," Arnold couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this topic, "I'm sure your investment will be rewarded handsomely."

"I'm looking forward to it." Olivia said with a smile: "Also, I noticed that it would be too boring for Thea to stay in Star Manor, but my current physical condition is really not suitable for going out, Al, maybe you would like to help Do I solve this problem?"

"I'm willing to help, ma'am." Arnold responded mischievously.

"Thanks, Al." Olivia winked at him. "I'd be happier if you didn't ignore the Daily Prophet."

"Of course not, Mom, I'm always watching."

Since the Daily Prophet first published the resurrection of the mysterious man, various attacks have swept almost all parts of the UK.

There may be attacks involving giants in Somerset, staff members of the Ministry of Magic who died at home inexplicably, and dementors who are everywhere and make people unhappy...

Olivia suddenly trembled at the thought of this, Arnold thought for a while, waved his wand, and a silver-white patron saint of birds and snakes sprayed out, and flew around Olivia and Thea twice.

"Oh, thanks, Al," Olivia said in surprise, "That's so considerate, you know I can't use magic at all right now."

Thea was obviously curious about the flying silver-white snake. She stretched out her hand, and the bird and snake flew over and touched her fingertips lightly, which made Arnold turn his head a little uncomfortably.

"Mom, or would you like to help me analyze the current situation?" Arnold handed over a cup of black tea.

Olivia took it with a smile, and took a sip: "I'm not sensitive enough to politics, and I may not even be as clear as you in some places."

"But Mom, I want to hear your perspective."

"Okay, okay...we are in a war..." Olivia organized her words: "Your father started this war."

"The violence that happens in the Muggle world I guess is not because they really hate Muggles - they treat Muggles like ants, but not everyone wants to deal with them, even with violence The way."

"The focus is on... the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, this is coercion against the Ministry of Magic, at the cost of Muggle lives. Even if the Ministry doesn't care, such frequent violent attacks put the wizarding world at increased risk of exposure - the Ministry should have a lot of headaches, I guess Their amnestics are working overtime and going crazy," Olivia said.

"But the Ministry has not compromised."

Olivia gave Arnold a meaningful look: "Whoever compromises at this time is the sinner of the wizard, and everyone will drown him with spittle."

"So in the end it was Rufus Scrimgeour who became Minister! He looks like a tough guy!"

Olivia shook her head: "It's not that simple, Al."

Arnold looked at her suspiciously.

"Before becoming a minister, Scrimgeour was only the director of the Auror Department. It can only be said that it is not a bad choice for him to be the minister."

"Meaning there are better options, Mom?"

"No more," Olivia shook her head, thinking about organizing her words, "If I were Dumbledore, I would prefer Amelia Bones."

The name made Arnold feel a little familiar, and he searched it in his mind: "It's her! Amelia Bones, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement, was killed two weeks ago. Her special Where is it?"

"Most of the Burns family died at the hands of the Death Eaters, and they have an unshakable hatred... More importantly, Burns has a close relationship with the Order of the Phoenix."

Arnold's eyes sparkled: "Father has also seen this. He understands that if Burns takes power, the Death Eaters will be targeted like never before! So he is one step ahead?"

"It seems so." Olivia answered him.

"So Scrimgeour, I mean that minister," Arnold questioned again: "He is undoubtedly a hardliner, but not that tough, so you say he is not a bad choice? Both sides."

Olivia smiled: "Al, if you noticed the speech made by the new minister yesterday—about the part that the Ministry of Magic is still...very strong, you can roughly understand what kind of person this minister is. "

Arnold couldn't help laughing too.But Olivia didn't have much smile on her face.

"Mom, according to your understanding, the next battlefield is mainly in the Ministry of Magic?"

"If I were your father, next, I would capture the Ministry of Magic and kill Dumbledore, but I'm afraid the last bit will not be easy..."

Arnold nodded in the same way—the greatest—how can someone who holds this title be so simple?

She noticed that Olivia was obviously thinking: "So Mom, what do you think, who do you think will win?"

Olivia took a deep look at him: "I don't know, Al, but it doesn't do any good if the war drags on for too long. The most powerful enemy is where we are not vigilant."

"You mean... Muggles?" Arnold's face changed: "Yes, the development of Muggles has exceeded our imagination..."

"Yes, the contempt and contempt for Muggles are engraved in the bones and blood of most wizards. Not everyone understands who the "Secrecy Act" is protecting. If they want to change, I'm afraid that all of us will regret it that day."

The atmosphere stagnated, and both of them fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Arnold raised his head, his eyes shining brightly: "Mom, you said that you are not politically sensitive enough, which is really too self-effacing!"

Olivia shook her head: "Maybe I have some talent in capturing details, but Al, I can't play politics, which is what I lack. Of course, I believe that if I have this, maybe I will be a Slytherin." She blinked.

Arnold laughed.

After this discussion, Arnold became obviously busier. He didn't even know how to move Thea——helped him sort out the materials occasionally.

One night, Olivia turned over in her sweet sleep, and suddenly felt that the touch of her hand was not right, she touched it again, it was soft and fluffy, like a kiwi fruit.

She was still dreaming about how such a big kiwi fruit came about, but her instinct was warning of danger, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and rubbed her eyes vigorously, unable to believe what she saw.

In the end, she rushed over to Voldemort's angry eyes, hugged his light hair like a kiwi, and kissed him hard, her surprise was beyond words: "Your hair has grown? You are getting better, aren't you? "

Voldemort pushed her away angrily, which made Olivia cough violently, and he half sat up in doubt: "What's wrong with you?"

Olivia's face was flushed due to coughing, and her eyes were full of tears: "I'm sick, my lord."

Voldemort paused, then hugged her gently again, and slowly approached: "What's wrong, is it serious?"

"Perhaps," Olivia stared at the pair of red eyes that were getting closer. It was a pity that his face remained unchanged: "If I can't recover, I may lose my magic power and become a Muggle."

The hand holding her suddenly froze, and Olivia felt that she was almost thrown out by him. From such a close distance, she could clearly see the disgust in those red eyes.

This made Olivia's heart feel as if she had been immersed in icy water, which made her feel so cold.