[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Olivia took the hangover tea brought by Abby, looked at Arnold sitting next to her with his head bowed, and seemed to see the young Voldemort—at his age, would he be so depressed?

Certainly, but after being frustrated, he will definitely continue to walk towards the goal he identified.

Although his goal is paved with blood, his evil is taken for granted, and his evil is undisguised.He is a demon, magnifying people's evil thoughts.

Maybe this was one of the reasons why the Death Eaters were willing to gather around him?

"Mom?" Arnold couldn't help but look up, obsidian eyes full of complexity.

She sighed silently, and took the initiative to open the topic: "About that report, what do you think?"

Arnold pursed his lips: "This is a threat, a threat to me."

Olivia raised her eyebrows in surprise: "What did you do to make him threaten you?"

"Who knows?" Arnold shrugged pretending to be relaxed: "Maybe it's because I got too close to the Muggle seed of the Ministry of Magic?"

"This lie is too clumsy, I can only give you a P." Olivia laughed.

Arnold muttered in dissatisfaction: "I thought I could at least get an A!"

The two looked at each other and smiled easily.

Arnold couldn't help hugging her, put his head on her shoulder as he did when he was a child, and said in a low voice, "Mom, promise me not to fall in love with him, okay?"

Olivia fell silent, feeling a little heat on her shoulders, she resisted the movement of wanting to check, and stretched out her arms to hug her back.

"He has no love, you will be hurt, mom, promise me!" Arnold shook her slightly like he was coquettish when he was a child.

Olivia couldn't help laughing, but didn't say yes or no.Arnold let go of her, dabbed his hands over his face, and took out a box.

"Here's a Christmas present for you, and I think you're best suited to keep it."

Olivia took the box and opened it, and was silent for a while, looking at Arnold with complicated eyes: "Okay, Al—"

Arnold suddenly hugged her again, Olivia froze for a moment, realized something, and looked at Voldemort who suddenly appeared at the door.

He frowned, looked ugly, and separated the two without even waving his wand.

Olivia looked at him speechlessly.He sat down next to Olivia, and changed the subject confidently: "What are you discussing?"

Olivia was helpless: "Al forgot to prepare a Christmas present for me, and asked me to beg for mercy?"

"Really?" Voldemort glanced suspiciously at Arnold.

"Yeah, we talked about his childhood, and he hasn't been back for a long time..."

When Olivia talked about this topic, Arnold was obviously more frustrated: "Let me stay in the manor this holiday, Mom, Thea spends Christmas at Hogwarts, or I can only be alone!"

Olivia looked at Arnold with a sincere expression: "I have no problem."

Arnold laughed immediately: “Father, is it okay?”

Voldemort looked at Arnold, whose eyes were bright because he expected to stay, and nodded involuntarily.

Olivia tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She does not regret her education with Arnold, although the current dilemma makes her very uncomfortable.

She originally thought that she would promise Arnold without hesitation and help him succeed.But at the moment of his request, Olivia realized that she didn't want to, she didn't want Arnold to be hurt, and she didn't want Voldemort to be hurt.

She was stuck in it and couldn't get out, and she couldn't bear to go out.Without her in the middle, the sharp stabs of the two would hurt each other.

Voldemort put his arms around her waist, and Olivia lay in his arms.

"What are you thinking about?" Olivia noticed that a bunch of her hair was pinned behind her ears, but she didn't look up.

After a while, she replied in a muffled voice, "I'm thinking of you."

The shallow kiss fell all the way down her ear, and when it landed on the skin, it was suddenly thick and wild, very much like the person in front of her.

His elegant appearance cannot hide his madness.

Olivia felt a little itchy, and she couldn't help but hide sideways for a while, but returned to a more ferocious treatment.Olivia breathed out speechlessly and bit his throat.

Voldemort tensed up.

Olivia couldn't help licking it, squinting her eyes and giggling: "Your position is very sensitive."

Olivia sucked kisses seriously along his rolling Adam's apple, tested the small fangs, and thought for a moment whether to really bite down.

Voldemort probably sensed this, and reached out to grab her waist.

Olivia felt sorry for a moment, she stretched out her hand to caress Voldemort's thin lips, bit his earlobe, and whispered: "You are so hateful."

The strength on her waist was getting stronger and stronger, and Olivia pressed it against his forehead, eye to eye, nose to nose: "But I just like it, what should I do?"

Olivia felt a sharp pain on her lips, as if bitten by a poisonous snake.

Probably really got poisoned by him.

Britain is not peaceful.

The snobbery of dark wizards spread all over the UK, and under Voldemort's restraint, there were still one or two attacks from time to time.

After the initial reform, the Ministry of Magic has redistributed human resources. Except that most wizards are still performing the task of covering up the traces of wizards, all other departments perform their duties.

The good news that most British wizards have benefited is that the Department of International Magical Cooperation has negotiated a big deal with the Ministry of Magic of several other countries. In addition to a few old jobs, the wizards who have always been free and undisciplined have added some new jobs. Choice - a wizard factory jointly established by several families.

Everyone likes Jin Gallon very much, but at the same time they have to be restricted by it.Several countries secretly formed a whole, and while carrying out their official duties of the Ministry of Magic, they paid close attention to the Muggle presidents.

When Arnold said this, Olivia couldn't help but laugh: "So he feels that the reason Muggles are still vulnerable is that they can control some Muggle presidents and indirectly control the entire country until the day he needs it—"

Arnold nodded: "Muggles have some dangerous weapons, but dangerous weapons are only in the hands of a few people. Controlling these few people is undoubtedly the easiest and most effective way."

Arnold was silent for a while, then continued: "If my goal is the same as his, I'm afraid I will do the same."

"So how many countries have reached cooperation intentions now?"

"It's in Europe, and there are only two or three countries. Dumbledore's international reputation is beyond imagination. If the situation continues to be deadlocked, I'm afraid my father will order private contact with wizards who have the same intention."

"This is not a good idea. If the subjective intention is unclear, private actions are likely to be hindered." For example, protection from other snobs.

"Yes, so father has been busy with these things recently."

Olivia laughed: "It's Dumbledore again, he must be very angry now."

Arnold nodded, pursed his lips and smirked.

Olivia put the small cake in the oven and turned to Arnold: "No wonder I haven't seen you for nearly a year since Christmas, and I haven't come home this Christmas. It seems that he relies on you a lot on this matter, so you just Do the most."

Arnold stared at the small cake in the oven, and nodded: "Yes, after all, I am in such a position. Besides, I think the cooperation between the International Ministry of Magic is necessary. The connection between Muggle countries is gradually strengthened, and Muggles are getting stronger and stronger. It's getting harder to be fooled, their network basically connects people from all over the world, and there are almost no secrets at all... If there must be a war, we must seize the opportunity."

"Then do what you think is right, Al." Olivia took off her gloves: "You don't have much time left, don't let other things limit you, you know, you are Arnold, and you are a star."

Arnold nodded: "I understand, Mom, but I also need to rest. I miss your black tea very much. I have drunk countless wines recently!"

Upon hearing this, Olivia quickly poured him a cup of brewed black tea: "Did your father ask Lucius to help you?"

Holding the cup, Arnold took a breath and relaxed all over: "He went to America, but Draco is with me."

"Draco?" Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I now admit that Malfoy is very talented. He was a little naive when he first graduated. In the past two years, he has learned a lot from his father. I have to admit that he has helped me a lot, especially In business."

"This is normal." Olivia also poured herself a cup of black tea: "The Star family has no talent for business. I have known this for a long time. In fact, you are much better than me. For your company Investing is the best business I've ever done."

Arnold laughed: "This is thanks to my dear friends, who performed their duties to obtain such good benefits." He turned sideways abruptly.

Olivia followed his movements and turned to the next topic clearly: "The attack didn't affect the company, did it? I don't want to hear any bad news."

"Avoided, only a small number of people have suffered losses, out of humanitarian care, some additional compensation is required..."

Olivia frowned: "I thought Britain had calmed down!"

"What, the attack has affected your business?" broke in Voldemort's voice.

"Of course, my lord, it would be even better if you could restrain them. Anyway, we don't have any enmity with Gallon, don't we?" Olivia appealed to Voldemort unceremoniously: "Besides, apart from Hogwarts , Britain is under your control! How could there be an attack?"

Voldemort stretched out his hand to take Olivia's black tea, his face was a little ugly: "It's just on the surface."

"The Order of the Phoenix keeps making small moves, and Dumbledore is hiding in Hogwarts," Voldemort said through gritted teeth. "He has a natural advantage. Most of the students at Hogwarts may be influenced by his theories."

"Oh, indeed, as long as he remains the headmaster, I'm afraid his ideas will continue to be passed on." Olivia agreed with this point of view: "What about the Ministry of Magic? Has it been unable to influence Hogwarts?"

She remembered that the Ministry had been involved before.

Voldemort snorted coldly: "That's why I said it was a turtle shell."