[HP] Dark Lord's pet

The England team's Quidditch pitch is located in a deserted forest in south-east Cornwall.

Before the night fell, it started to get lively here, and a few figures appeared out of thin air from time to time in the dark woods.They walked in a hurry, their expressions were excited, and they talked endlessly, as if they were arguing about something.

They stepped into the venue quickly, merged into the raging crowd, they chattered, and they looked forward to it.

But the protagonist of this rally did not appear immediately.In fact, one of the protagonists is standing in the VIP tunnel, bored.

The air suddenly distorted, and four figures suddenly appeared in the passage, and then their joking voices disappeared in an instant—obviously, they were quite frightened by the figures in the passage.

"It's on time, Potter." Arnold looked up at them casually, as if surprised by the number of people in front of him, he stood up straight: "Good evening, Mrs. Potter, Miss Granger. Oh, and Wes Mr Lay."

Ron Weasley twisted his face angrily: "Hermione is now Mrs. Weasley!"

"Oh? Really?" Arnold asked back, but his eyes passed them and looked towards the back of the passage.

The four of Harry also followed his gaze, with frightened and distorted expressions on their faces.The other three quickly stood in front of Harry, as if they wanted to block the damage for him.

After Olivia stood firmly holding Voldemort's hand, she saw such four people and Arnold with a helpless expression.She froze for a moment, speechless.

Voldemort let out a disdainful sneer at this, and the faces of the four people on the opposite side flushed instantly.

Olivia patted Voldemort's arm, pulled out his hand and took two steps forward: "Oh, hello! Potter, may I ask you to come here?"

The other three looked back and forth between Voldemort and her warily.Harry had a strange expression, his face was blue and white.

Olivia was a little puzzled, she smiled: "Don't be nervous, this is a peaceful night."

Harry took a deep breath, he pushed away the three people standing in front of him, and stopped in front of Olivia: "Professor Star."

Olivia smiled at him gently, and stretched out her hand towards his head.

Harry dodged uncomfortably, but suddenly stopped in the next second when he met Voldemort's eyes.Because of such staring, his already red scars hurt even more.

But immediately, there was a burst of coolness on his forehead, and Olivia stroked his scar tenderly: "Poor child."

The coolness also brought back Potter's sanity. He thought of the embarrassing scene where Snape taught him Occlumency, and the huge kissing photo in the Daily Prophet.

Then the soul piece on his forehead was suddenly so tame - yes, he already knew that there was a piece of Voldemort's soul living in his body, which made him want to vomit with nausea.

Is it because of love?Harry sneered in his heart, Voldemort also has love?

Olivia seemed to see through what was going on in his mind. Her light blue, clear eyes seemed to contain countless tenderness, she moved away from the scar, and stared at Harry's green pair: "Don't worry about the child, you are still yourself."

Harry felt strangely comforted, but how?He was puzzled, but Olivia had already let him go.Walk up to Arnold.

"Al, yesterday I asked your father to help you read your speech, and the next step is up to you. In order to prevent your audience from fleeing temporarily, your father and I will stay in the box on the second floor. "

Arnold nodded confidently: "Trust me, Mom."

Seeing his confident appearance, Olivia's eyes suddenly became moist.She couldn't help reaching out and hugging Arnold: "Mom believes in you."

Arnold was a little puzzled, but when he met Voldemort's cold gaze, he pretended not to see it, and stretched out his arms to hug him back.

"Oh, it's so lively." A voice cut in suddenly, and Dumbledore appeared very close to the two of them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry and the others shouted in surprise.

Olivia also let go of Arnold and greeted Dumbledore: "Professor, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yeah, Olivia, Arnold, long time no see. Your relationship is getting better—oh, and Tom, are you here tonight?" Dumbledore kept smiling.

Voldemort walked forward slowly: "I didn't expect you to finally be willing to come out of Hogwarts, Dumbledore."

"I've always liked excitement, how come I don't have this kind of excitement?"

"Then you have to cherish such excitement." Voldemort's cold words meant something, and everyone present understood the threat. Harry and the others glared at him with fear.

"I will, Tom." Dumbledore sighed sincerely, as if he understood it very well.

Voldemort frowned, somewhat puzzled by his attitude.

"Okay!" Olivia suddenly stepped forward and took his hand: "Don't let us waste the children's time, Professor Dumbledore, would you like to sit with us?"

"Oh, thank you Olivia, but I'd rather sit with my friends." Dumbledore declined the offer.

Olivia was not surprised by this, and after nodding goodbye to everyone, she walked to their box with Voldemort on her arm.

This is a box with a very wide view - it can look at the whole venue, just like Olivia did at this time.

The Ministry of Magic still remodeled this Quidditch venue. There is a circular marble stage in the middle of the first floor, which will be the battlefield for the confrontation between the two sides.The rest of the seats are covered with stone steps in a spiral shape, and at this moment, there are densely packed wizards.Olivia noticed that Dumbledore had already taken a seat on the right, thinking that Potter would appear from there later.

Compared with the hustle and bustle on the right, the wizards on the left are much quieter and reserved. It can be seen that one thing they have in common is that they are all young.Olivia saw many familiar faces inside. She exchanged a glance with a girl with black hair and black eyes sitting in the front row, and couldn't help but curl her lips: These are Arnold's "friends".

Different from the first floor, the second floor is divided into independent and open spaces.The owners of the seats came to say hello in an orderly manner according to the distance of the box. After Lord Voldemort met a few of them, he refused to let others in. They had no choice but to bow respectfully outside the door and leave.

After the room became quiet again, Voldemort came over and put his arms around Olivia's waist: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the excitement!" Olivia responded mischievously.She waved her wand, and a soft sofa that was different from the cold feeling of the box suddenly appeared behind them, and Olivia pulled Voldemort to sit down.

"ah!"

Voldemort looked over, and Olivia was bowing her head to brush her hair. She complained angrily, "I shouldn't have listened to you letting go of your hair. You don't know how inconvenient long hair is."

Voldemort glanced at the white behind her black dress: "Now you can put it up."

Olivia couldn't help laughing, she simply let go of the hair she had hugged just now, and said coquettishly: "Then help me."

Her back was facing Voldemort, her waist-length blond hair couldn't hide the whiteness and smoothness underneath.

Voldemort picked her hair up in his hands, patiently.The din outside had stopped, and the voice of the Minister of Magic came in. He was in charge of opening the show.

Neither of them paid attention to the outside. Voldemort's fingertips were running through the silky hair. Olivia's heart beat faster at the feeling, and she couldn't help saying: "You are quite skilled in your movements."

Voldemort chuckled twice, and simply sat her on his lap.Olivia couldn't help but lamented her foresight just now - she just cast a spell to make this box one-way visible, so that outsiders can't see what's going on inside, which at least reduces a lot of embarrassment, doesn't it?

The movement of the head was gentle and gentle, and Olivia couldn't help but cast her gaze outside.

Harry has already started his first speech: "...my friend helped me to do a survey comparing the blood of Muggles and wizards, and we found no difference between them, so we have reason to believe that , blood is not the magic source of wizards. On the contrary, we made a data model, there is enough data to prove that only intermarriage among pure-blood wizards will increase the probability of squibs by [-]%. All blood families belong to cross-marriage of close relatives, which will greatly affect the intelligence of newborns!"

This remark caused an uproar in the venue, and some people believed it and were frightened and uneasy.Someone laughed and even taunted loudly: "Potter said you are a fool!"

Voldemort behind him also sneered.Olivia noticed that Potter's face on the stage was flushed, but the magnified data on the light curtain showed that he was not exaggerating.

Olivia also thought about it.

Porter's speech came to an end, and then Arnold was replaced.

"Thank you Mr. Potter and his friends for the detailed data. It reveals how dangerous we wizards are—" The audience burst into laughter again.

Arnold waved his wand, a huge light and shadow rose from the center of the stage, and the crowd gradually fell silent.The fog filled the air, and the picture became clearer. A woman was tied to a high gallows, and the people around her were holding torches, with distorted and ugly expressions.

"Similarly, I also have a data file here, thanks to my friends for their hard work over the past few months—" He bowed slightly in the direction behind him, waved his wand, and the still picture suddenly moved.The crowd lit the firewood at the Witch's feet with torches.

Arnold said like telling a story: "Since the era of the Holy See of Muggles, their persecution of wizards has never stopped-I know, you may say that such fire can't hurt wizards, and even because of the Freezing Fire Curse, wizards They can have fun with it instead - but what about them? Little wizards?"

The picture began to change again, the young wizards leaned together in fear, and several Muggles with cold weapons guarded them, and they discussed how to deal with these heretics.

"Fortunately, there were four great people thousands of years ago. They founded Hogwarts, saved these little wizards who were persecuted and had no power to resist, and let them receive systematic education—"

"Hogwarts has played the role of asylum, but the flames of war have not gone away from Hogwarts..." The picture changed again, and an old note was opened: "I have a copy of Sir Salazar Slytherin's Notes, in the year with the most, Hogwarts was attacked 43 times! The Big Four cast spells on Hogwarts inch by inch, but they couldn't help but suspect that someone leaked Hogwarts The location - so even if the Muggles can't find Hogwarts, they still have an idea of ​​its approximate location. A crisis of confidence, which is where the prejudice against Muggle-born wizards comes from."

Olivia couldn't help but tilt her head and smiled: "Since when did Arnold have a Slytherin's diary?"

Voldemort was clearly in a good mood: "When it's needed, it's there."

Arnold walked around the edge of the stage, his eyes swept over the silent wizards, and he continued: "Later, we had the "Secrecy Act", and we barely reached peace with the Muggles. The fear and covetousness of magic has never disappeared. There are too many wizards who were persecuted by Muggles in their childhood. Some of them became squibs, some suppressed their magical talents and became silent, and some even died directly! According to " According to the Secrecy Act, wizards are guilty of harming Muggles, so what about Muggles harming wizards? Who is responsible?!"

After repeated shouts and questions, the discussion started again, and even Dumbledore, who had been as stable as Mount Tai, trembled all over.

Arnold deliberately waited for a while before continuing: "This has happened for thousands of years, and now Muggles have entered the age of technology. Maybe we are a little unfamiliar with this term, but it is not far away. Just now Mr. Potter's share The blood comparison is analyzed by this method. So what does the Muggle look like in the age of technology, let's take a look—"

The three-dimensional projection changed again. The Muggles' phones, mobile phones, and computers appeared one by one. The projections showed thoughtful text introductions, followed by their planes and rockets, and then various sophisticated and powerful weapons. Finally, Muggles The battlefield of melons, on the ground, in the air, underwater...

The faces of the wizards present turned pale. A scene that they never knew or didn't bother to understand was just revealed in front of everyone.

Ron Weasley stared at Hermione with wide eyes: "Is this true? Muggles are really so dangerous?"

Hermione's face was pale, her hands were clenched on her knees, and her voice seemed to come out of her teeth: "That's not the point, he's confusing the public!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Arnold's voice continued: "Muggles have power beyond our imagination. If they are friendly to wizards, maybe there is no problem, but until now, until Muggles enter the technological age, they The persecution never stopped."

The projection in the center changed again, and several young wizards soaked in airtight containers appeared in front of people.

"We found this in an underground laboratory in New Zealand. They experimented with little wizards who showed signs of magic, trying to study and steal our magic power!"

Arnold's powerful voice fell, and a huge uproar resounded throughout the venue.

Olivia turned her head to look at Voldemort with a proud expression: "You are satisfied, now wizards hate Muggles even more."

"Hmm," Voldemort said, running his hand through her hair, as if he had given up on her hair.

"This is only the behavior of some Muggles, and they themselves are heinous! Muggle laws have always sanctioned this kind of behavior! Besides, the focus of our discussion this time is on Muggle-born wizards. Their background is not a mistake, and they should not be punished." Treat them differently!" Potter couldn't help standing up and retorting loudly.

"Really?" Arnold asked calmly: "Mr. Potter, who is generous, can certainly forgive his Muggle relatives for ten years when he was locked under the cupboard. I would like to ask everyone present, especially the Muggle relatives. Friends born on melons, if Muggles discover the existence of wizards, and they threaten you with your family and relatives, asking you to point out the secrets of the wizarding world, what will you do? The situation that appeared at Hogwarts thousands of years ago Will it be repeated again? The Muggle Repelling Curse can drive away Muggles with cold weapons thousands of years ago, but now it can work against Muggle artillery?"

Potter froze.He turned to Dumbledore and his friends, who just looked at him with concern, and Hermione couldn't help avoiding his gaze.

Voldemort laughed happily.

"This is a conspiracy, this is not a blood controversy, but your declaration of war!" Harry clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down: "What you said is just a hypothetical attempt to stir up conflict between wizards and Muggles." Hate, start a war! But the war will only cause wizards to lose more!"

Arnold gave him an appreciative glance, and while Harry was wondering, he had already continued.

"We have many wizards who are close to Muggles and even think that Muggles are weak and need their protection. But we now know that this is a wrong thinking. A single Muggle may not be worth mentioning, but an army, an army The country, how should we fight against it?"

"We have power that they can't match, but because of our self-sufficiency, the wizarding world has lagged behind Muggles for at least half a century! We should be stronger than them, and live freely anywhere in the world, instead of hiding like mice In a dark corner. The wizarding world is in dire need of reform! Let's look at a set of statistics—”

"Did you ask Arnold to prepare this part?" Olivia looked at Voldemort with a smile.

Voldemort couldn't tell, he looked at Olivia suspiciously, but only saw her honest eyes.

Arnold's voice continued: "This is the current distribution of functions of the Ministry of Magic. Three-fifths of our wizards are busy cleaning up the outdated memories of Muggles and covering up the existence of the magical world every day. If these three-fifths are About [-] wizards are used in our wizard factory, and each of them can create a benefit of [-] gold galleons every day... Since the wizard factory was opened, it has provided more than [-] jobs for the magic world, supporting at least one A thousand wizards!"

The huge number made the eyes of the wizards turn red, and the eyes of the wizards on the second floor flickered, thoughtful.But they still glanced fearfully at the quiet box in the middle where they couldn't see the situation clearly.

"We need a reform. With powerful enemies all around us, we can't count on the kindness of Muggles for our lives. We must plan ahead! We need to be prepared for danger in times of peace! We need to control our lives ourselves! Before the war comes, we need to master Bigger chips!"

"Wizards born into Muggle families, yes, you are not wrong. If we are cowardly like a lamb, you know that the future I just described will eventually become a reality. Only when we hold the chips in our hands can we control the situation !"

"There is no limit to those with abilities!"

The projections began to change again, and an office building in the city appeared on the site. The Muggles were busy, but orderly.

Voldemort stood up suddenly, his cold eyes seemed to want to scrape off a layer of Olivia's skin: "Okay! Okay!"

"My lord, you should be clear that I did not participate in this preparation." Olivia said without fear.She also stood up and held Voldemort's arm: "Why are you angry? Al didn't stop the war, he just wanted to minimize the damage."

"This is where you are short-sighted. Any change is based on bloodshed. Your kindness is not kindness, but hypocrisy." Voldemort pointed out coldly.

"Really?" Olivia murmured with her head lowered, her voice was so low that she couldn't hear: "But I think enough blood has been shed."

"Huh?" Voldemort didn't hear clearly.

"My lord, I have never understood," Olivia suddenly raised her head, "Why do you want to live forever?"

Voldemort was silent.

"For meritorious deeds? For immortality? Or for people to tremble when they hear your name?" Olivia stepped forward to wrap his arms around his waist, and asked his eyes.

This question obviously caught him, and he was silent for a while: "People are afraid of death, but to conquer death, only the great Voldemort can do it."

"What about you? Are you afraid of death?" Olivia asked.

Voldemort did not speak.

Olivia's body trembled a little, she took out a golden pendant, and the snake-shaped logo in the middle reflected its preciousness.Olivia asked Voldemort under his surprised eyes: "What is there to fear in death? Is it worth all your preparations?"

"Olivia?" Voldemort reached out to take the pendant, his eyes full of surprise.

"After a short sleep, we will wake forever, death will no longer exist, the god of death will die..."

Olivia approached Voldemort, reached out to caress his still cold eyes, and there was some unspeakable sadness lingering around her, she couldn't help opening her mouth: "I love you."

Voldemort shook, a little puzzled, a little dazed.He has heard a lot of love words, but he has never felt this way, making him... want to give.

Just like the Death Eaters complete a certain task, he will give rewards.

But he had nothing to give, he thought about it, and kissed Olivia.

Olivia's expression was half a smile, not a cry. She put her arms around Voldemort's neck, and actively deepened the kiss. The black mist swept them, and the weightlessness submerged them.

Suddenly, a silvery-white light pierced through the black mist, passed through the wall unrestrictedly, surrounded half of the venue, and flew towards the center of the stage.

Most of the people were attracted by the sudden appearance of the Feathered Serpent Patronus. People followed it and saw it spit out a letter to Arnold in the center.

Arnold was equally astonished. He watched in surprise as the strange yet familiar Patronus slowly dissipated, and unfolded the letter in his hand.

After a long time, he wiped his cheeks, looked up again, and said loudly: "My mother, Olivia Star, she is the greatest woman in this world!"

He glanced at the second floor, which was about to move, where most of the Death Eaters were scattered, and the purebloods who received his gaze slowly quieted down.

He withdrew his gaze: "The battlefield is not here, let us continue. The wizards need to perform their duties, and be in a suitable position according to their individual abilities..."

The author has something to say: Like the title, there are two extra episodes at the end of the main text so... Do you think it counts as he?