[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Olivia and Arnold looked at each other, and she picked up the teapot and offered some tea for Arnold and Voldemort.

"Dumbledore may be able to hide in it for the rest of his life, but students are still graduating—when they leave school, reality will teach them. Don't you see that Potter and the others have been very quiet recently?"

Voldemort snorted slightly in disdain.

Olivia's disdain for him couldn't be more clear, Potter is just a container for Voldemort's soul.

And Dumbledore has indeed become a huge trouble. You must know that the most important period for shaping the concept of wizards is their time at Hogwarts.

"That can't be helped." Olivia took a sip of black tea casually: "It is an unsolved mystery to what extent the headmaster can understand Hogwarts. After all, Snape is weak, maybe you should have agreed I went back to school to teach."

Voldemort glanced at the proud curve of her mouth: "Does it make any difference whether you go back or not?"

Olivia smiled even more happily, and she told the truth: "No."

Voldemort obviously understood this, and was not angry. The two looked at each other, and the familiar tacit understanding surged.

Arnold coughed twice to remind him of his existence.

Voldemort squinted at him dissatisfied, Olivia put down the teacup amusedly, held Voldemort's hand and looked at Arnold: "Al, you have worked so hard for so long, take a good rest, okay?"

Arnold swallowed the rebuttal, glanced reluctantly at the unbaked little cake in the oven, sighed in his heart, turned and left.

Olivia held Voldemort's hand, leaned on the cooking table, and looked at him with a smirk: "You've been very busy recently..."

Voldemort stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and the coldness all over his body seemed to dissipate a little. He said vaguely: "It's almost there."

Olivia's light blue eyes blinked twice: "It's almost there? What's almost there? Is it your Nether Army?"

The sense of danger was gone in a flash, Voldemort put down his teacup and rubbed the side of Olivia's ear, where the pulse was beating steadily.Olivia rubbed his hand gently, which made him narrow his eyes happily: "Olivia, you are always so sharp."

Olivia laughed happily, she looked straight at him, her eyes were full of tenderness: "Only in matters related to you, my lord."

Voldemort was obviously flattered by this sentence, he took her hand and kissed it: "Where did I show my feet, huh?"

"It doesn't count," Olivia answered his questions in a friendly manner, and also reached out to touch his hair: "I'm just paying attention to the Muggle newspapers. There are many smugglers missing, and there are some locals. In fact, , I have to say that you have done a pretty good job of keeping secrets."

Hearing that it was just a Muggle newspaper, Voldemort's eyes flickered: "What does that have to do with the Infernal Corpse?"

Olivia snickered: "That's my intuition."

She just knew the man in front of her too well to know that his patience with Dumbledore was running out.

And the Yin Corpse is an extremely powerful tool of war that he is all too familiar with.

Olivia withdrew her hand with a smile: "My lord, your hair is a little dry. This is the aftereffect of cleaning it up. Would you like to relax? I am willing to help you take care of it."

Olivia made enough gestures to ask for instructions. Although she knew that she would not be rejected, such a submissive attitude obviously satisfied the Dark Lord.He nodded invisibly, and Olivia took his hand and walked back to the bedroom on the second floor.

In the entire Star Manor, this room has the most traces of the existence of the Dark Lord.

Unlike before, where there was no trace of life, under Olivia's management, the first thing you can tell when you open the bedroom is that there are two people living here.

Olivia led him into the bathroom, and cast a space spell. The bathroom has a vast space that is not inferior to that of the bedroom.

Snow-white marble forms the main color of the bathroom, and the luxurious tree chandelier adds a layer of soft light to the white space.The bathtub is as big as a swimming pool, with a row of faucets neatly scattered around the edge.The eagles with blue gemstones inlaid in their eyes and the snakes with green gemstones opened their mouths wide, and streams of hot water gushed out, filling the sinking bath in the middle.

This is the one that Olivia pestered Voldemort to remodel in the year when she couldn't use her magic, when they discovered another use for the bathroom.

Voldemort stood at the edge of the bath and opened his hands familiarly. Olivia changed her clothes and walked up to him, tacitly removing his clothes.

Black coat, white shirt, till the diaper.He walked into the bathtub naturally and soaked in it.

Olivia waved a basket by her side, wet his hair with warm water, and then carefully applied shampoo.

Her fingers ran through the black hair and white foam, pressing his head lightly. Voldemort leaned against the well-curved bath, squinting his eyes in relaxation.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere was obviously very good.

When Olivia rinsed and reapplied the shampoo, Voldemort's voice was so soft that he could not hear it: "Do you think I will win?"

The corners of Olivia's mouth raised and retracted quickly, and she pressed her hands on the top of his head: "It's not like you, my lord, you will do things you are not sure about?"

Voldemort snorted: "Olivia, I still remember your initial appearance, like a timid and pitiful rabbit. When did you become like this?"

Olivia took a Bianstone comb, and gently combed his hair to the end.Voldemort's hair is very soft, completely different from his impression: "My lord, it was you who said that even a rabbit would bite people by your side. I deeply understand and implement your instructions."

Voldemort choked and turned to stare at her.Olivia stuck his head and comforted him gently: "Okay, my lord! To be honest, I don't know the answer to this question."

Voldemort snorted, motioning for her to continue.

Olivia kept moving her hands, thinking about how to organize her words: "Look, the cards you put on the table are big enough, even bigger than when I first met you, and at that time you already had the Unified Britain power."

Voldemort didn't speak, and Olivia continued without surprise: "But Hogwarts, it was established by the Big Four, it has existed for 1000 years, and it has too many secrets that are worth a lifetime of digging... The problem is Here, none of us know Dumbledore's cards."

"You want to say to avoid Hogwarts?" Voldemort turned his head, his voice was cold.

"It would be great if it could be bypassed, after all, the existence of Hogwarts is so special—"

"I can rebuild Hogwarts!" Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes full of prying scrutiny: "Or, do you prefer no war?"

"Of course I hope there is no war, my lord." Olivia ignored Voldemort's eyes that could almost freeze people: "Look at Germany after 20, the wizards finally ushered in peace, the peace they have been waiting for for a long time... …but since then, the development of the German magic community has lagged behind other countries by at least [-] years. They ushered in peace, but lost the right to speak in the International Association of Magic. If you want to start a war, at least don’t let this happen again, it’s will hinder your plans for the entire wizarding world."

Voldemort thought about everything, but became even more suspicious: "You want me to have a duel with Dumbledore like in [-]?"

Olivia calmly said, "Even if there is a duel, I believe the victor will belong to you—"

This did not please Voldemort, although Olivia was sure that he had indeed what it took to defeat Dumbledore.

"But it's not necessary. You can kill Dumbledore, but it will definitely cost you a lot. If there is a third party coveting it, the situation is not good for you." Olivia said simply.

She knew what he was worried about. If there had to be a third party, Voldemort would have no doubts that it was Arnold.He might also think that Olivia will be eagerly looking forward to this duel, because no matter who wins or loses in the end, Arnold will gain huge benefits.

Sure enough, Voldemort looked back and forth at her, and Olivia looked at him calmly.

"Olivia, you are a little strange." Voldemort couldn't help but comment.

"What's weird?"

Voldemort couldn't put it into words, but he did have a strange feeling haunting him.He looked at Olivia's gentle eyes, silently recalling Olivia's changes, and all the clues pointed to one direction: love.

Voldemort chuckled, and turned his head for her to continue.

Olivia continued to shave his scalp lightly with the Bianstone comb, and felt that her subordinate's head had relaxed again, so she couldn't help laughing.

"You don't have to worry too much. The cunning have already chosen their team, and the stupid are following the same advice. How many sane people are left? Those wizards who have just stepped out of school as adults are pulled and linked, unless they have enough If you have the confidence to support yourself or choose to leave the UK, you will always choose a team actively or passively, and more and more people support your theory, and it is not you who should be worried, but Dumbledore."

Olivia washed his hair and slid into the bath as well, but was far away from him, giving him a space to think.

When Olivia was so drowsy, a pair of hands clamped her waist tightly and pulled her into the water.

Olivia woke up instantly, she opened her eyes suddenly, but saw Voldemort holding her, with a wicked light in his eyes.

Olivia rolled her eyes and spit out a series of bubbles from her mouth. She pounced on him fiercely, plundering the air in his mouth.

Arnold ate dinner and breakfast the next day alone.

Half a month later, Dumbledore's article "Historical Origins of Blood Prejudice" suddenly appeared on "The Quibbler".

It said: "Thousands of years ago, four great wizards founded Hogwarts. They worked harmoniously together, looking around for young people who showed signs of magic, and brought them to the castle to train them well..."

"Salazar Slytherin believed that magical education should be confined to pure wizarding families, and for this reason had a violent quarrel with the other founders, and eventually left the school..."

"The reason for this lies in the social situation at that time. Muggles were afraid of magic, and wizards suffered a lot of persecution. Lord Slytherin believed that Muggle-born wizards were unreliable and would bring risks to other wizards, which he did not want to accept. The reason Muggle-born wizards..."

"This kind of prejudice comes from the war between Muggles and wizards, but history has passed. This kind of prejudice limited by time and reality should not exist for a long time. Bloodlines should not be used as a distinction between wizards. As far as I know, a power Very powerful wizards are not born of pure blood, and this prejudice is extremely unintelligent."