[HP] Dark Lord's pet

After a bout of uncomfortable apparition, Olivia finds herself in a completely strange place.

"Where is this place? My lord?" She looked around, the wide streets, tall buildings, and dimly lit street lights seemed to be the territory of Muggles.

Voldemort led her slowly forward, staring at the building with his deep eyes.His chin lifted slightly, as if breathing air would make it more pleasant for him.

Olivia didn't ask again, and held his hand tightly, waiting quietly.

"I used to live here..." Voldemort's voice was slow and low: "When it was a square, gloomy and old-fashioned building..."

Olivia's heart was squeezed tightly with his words.

"I was born here, I grew up, I learned to use my abilities, I know the magic world... I know, they are jealous of me, they fear me, this is what they should be, magic is a beautiful power, who wouldn't want it? Olivia, you almost lost all your magic power, you should know this best, right?"

Olivia recalled those days with a pale face: "Yes, my lord, losing the magic power makes people panic."

Voldemort laughed happily: "You see, the rules have always been divided, and the magic has clearly distinguished us. We cannot tolerate deprivation, nor can we tolerate theft..."

He stopped the topic and continued like a storytelling: "After I graduated, I set fire to this place, which made me very happy. You see, when I was weak, those things made me hate fear, but when I When I grow up, I can easily erase their existence... So, what's so scary about Muggles, don't you think?"

"Perhaps," Olivia's face was pale, her eyelashes fluttering slightly: "So, you brought me here to let me know that Muggles are not scary?"

Voldemort didn't answer her, but stared at the office building.

Olivia followed his line of sight, seeing a group of men in black robes who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but squeeze the ice cream in her hand.

Voldemort nodded at them, and they quickly entered the office building in front of them.

"Olivia, you should know this. You are the closest person to me. My thoughts, my ideas...you know everything clearly, and I am willing to share it with you. If there is only one dissatisfaction, Olivia Livi, it's time for you to get out of your comfort zone," Voldemort said, looking over her head.

"But my lord," Olivia raised her head and looked directly at him: "You also said that it is a comfort zone. Since I am happy and satisfied staying in it, why should I come out?"

Voldemort froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

The green light and screams in the building seemed to match his laughter, rising and falling continuously.

Voldemort stopped laughing, and warned seriously: "Because you come out by yourself, it is far from the pain of being passively broken."

Olivia was thoughtful, and after a long time, she laughed again: "I can understand that you are feeling sorry for me? So you are willing to warn me in advance?"

Voldemort squeezed her chin: "You make me happy, so I reward you."

"I don't want such a reward, my lord." Olivia looked at him: "You know what I want."

Voldemort laughed, and all the gloom seemed to disappear from his face for an instant.He lowered his head and took the initiative to kiss Olivia.

A deep kiss, the kiss was reluctant to part, and Olivia was almost suffocated by the kiss.

Olivia raised her head, looked over Voldemort's shoulder, and clearly saw the rapidly disappearing black robes and the huge evil Dark Mark above her head.

Designing such a mark... How can there be such a wicked and childish person?

Olivia couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and looked up to see Voldemort looking somewhere inexplicably.

"What are you looking at? My lord?" Olivia turned around in doubt and looked at where he was looking.

Nothing.

"It doesn't matter." Voldemort put his arms around her waist, and the two disappeared instantly.

Olivia went downstairs to have breakfast with Thea's kitty snowball in her arms. This kitty was very clingy and followed her almost every step of the way, even during class.This made Thea have to "forget" it at home.

Olivia put the snow ball into the arms of the Dark Lord who was reading the newspaper after breakfast, and it took two steps consciously to roll itself up.

She took a sip of black tea: "Is there any interesting news?"

Voldemort put the newspaper down and looked at her meaningfully: "The headlines are very interesting."

"Oh?" Olivia became interested: "What's so interesting? About the Ministry of Magic? Or the Order of the Phoenix?"

Voldemort shook his head, signaling that she was wrong.He nodded his chin at her breakfast: "eat quickly."

Olivia shrugged at his deliberate appetizing behavior, and enjoyed her breakfast slowly.

After she wiped her hands clean, she took the newspaper and read it.

Most of the first page of the paper was taken up by a photograph of her and Voldemort - kissing inseparably under the Dark Mark.In the last scene, she turned her head and her face was clearly photographed.

The small remaining pages are dedicated to that equally huge title: The Mysterious Lover of the Mysterious Man!

Olivia exaggeratedly breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel relieved when I see this headline, at least it wasn't written by Rita Skeeter, if it was her, I'm afraid I have to be mentally prepared in advance and treat this report as a Read other people's stories."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at her reaction.

Olivia held the newspaper and led him to the sofa by the balcony - where the sun just happened to be.Voldemort sat down and put the snowball aside.Olivia sat next to him, and she fell into his arms. He stretched out one hand to wrap her waist around her, and squeezed her twice.

"Looks like you're getting fat?"

Olivia couldn't help slapping his hand, then turned to stare at him angrily.With a smile on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, he whispered in her ear, "It's better to be fat."

The warm breath hit her ears, making Olivia's ears slightly red. She took a deep breath, trying to get the topic back on track.

"I have known for a long time that such a day will come. I know that since Al was born, our entanglement has been constant." Olivia looked at Voldemort: "Of course, at first I thought the entanglement would be Al."

Olivia unfolded the newspaper, and Voldemort thoughtfully held the other side.

"To be honest, this photo is not bad, what do you think?" Olivia admired the photo again. After looking at Voldemort's handsome face for a long time, he would still feel a little stiff, but looking at the photo, there is basically no This kind of feeling: "You don't think the filming is good, so you allow this news to be published in the newspaper?"

"One of the reasons." Voldemort whispered in her ear.

Olivia didn't bother about his other reasons. She started to look at the second edition, and she was surprised when she looked at it so carefully: "The homework was done well, and even the history of the Star family was written. Hmm... ...Indeed, it has a long history...Oh? There is even something about me skipping classes during school?"

Voldemort chuckled twice: "That's how I found out, the reason why you never taught Arnold and Thea potions... Fortunately, he is not like you at all."

Olivia couldn't help but glared at him, and continued to look down: "Oh, and the trial of the Ministry of Magic, they also sorted it out!"

Olivia read the entire report carefully: "You didn't reveal Al's life experience, did you instigate it?"

Olivia turned around and put her arms around his neck: "You did it on purpose, huh? Mystery is more speculative, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Voldemort hugged her back.

"Okay," Olivia said, leaning on his shoulders, "I hope Al has the ability to handle this accident."

In a few days, Christmas will arrive, and this Christmas will be held at Voldemort's Manor—yes, another manor donated by a pure-blood family.

The Dark Lord pursues strength and longevity, he doesn't care about wealth, but there is always a suitable person who will help him arrange everything.

The number of people who came this time exceeded Olivia's expectations, and she faintly sensed the reason for this change—the naive wizard thought that the Dark Lord with a lover and a son was like a poisonous snake with its teeth pulled out. Although it was equally dangerous, it was gentle. too much.Besides, the handsome appearance of the Dark Lord can also make people forget the danger.

Olivia was noncommittal to this thought.

She was beside the Dark Lord, and at the same time, she got the eyes of the audience who thought they were veiled, and at the same time, she easily discovered the focus of the party, the wizard friends from France and Germany.

Olivia took a sip of her wine with a smile, thoughtfully.

The opening dance, of course, belongs to Olivia and Voldemort.Voldemort can be a good teacher, his own level must be extremely high, Olivia followed him with a little drunken pace: "This is the first time we dance outside, my lord."

Voldemort pursed his lips: "I haven't danced for many years, except you."

"This really makes me happy." Olivia looked at him with bright eyes, and slowly other groups began to join the dance floor, but they all kept a distance from them tacitly.

"I think that's good. I always thought that you were too cruel to yourself. You set yourself long-term goals, so every stop or slow down was unbearable. I'm glad I It's that exception that brings you something new."

Voldemort made no sound, but held her tighter.

After a few dances, some people began to leave the stage, and Arnold came to support Olivia: "Mom, shall I take you home?"

Olivia glanced at the people who disappeared in the field, and she knew it well.She nodded at Arnold: "Let's go, you haven't been home for a long time."

After graduating from Arnold, he moved out of Star Manor and lived alone in the house in the London Muggle community.

Adult Al is like a wolf that is getting stronger, he should not and cannot dangle in front of the wolf.

Arnold helped Olivia sit on the sofa, and told Abby: "Have a cup of sober tea."

He reached out to help Olivia rub her forehead: "I saw that you drank a lot of wine today, are you okay?"

Olivia opened her eyes, her eyes were clear as if she had never been drunk: "I'm okay, Al, then are you okay?"

Arnold lowered his head and pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Olivia stroked his hair and sighed silently.

The heirs of the neutral family and the heirs of Voldemort are two completely different concepts.

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: ... 8 bottles; 5 bottles of cardamom age; 1 bottle of zero; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!