[HP] Similar but different

Voldemort walked off the pitch long before the Bulgarian and Dutch mascots had finished their performances.He had already gotten all the information he wanted to know from the merman, and the value of this Quidditch World Cup ended there.Now, he was going to leave with Nagini, but before he got back to the tent, he realized that someone was waiting for him inside.

"Bella," he asked as he raised the curtain, "what made you come..."

The following words disappeared deep in his throat, because he never expected what he would see - the woman knelt on the ground obediently, however, she was totally naked|naked. "Master," she murmured, her face almost touching the ground, "my master..."

Voldemort's eyes twinkled. "What are you doing?"

His tone was calm, but Bellatrix didn't dare look up. "I have to notice that you may have some needs, Master." She whispered, speaking quickly and earnestly, "It is only my duty as a pure-blood to marry a pure-blood wizard; but Master, I am willing to help you Give yourself, all of yourself... If you want offspring, I can do it for you too..."

child?Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, an aspect he had never considered. "Why do you think that?" he asked, turning around the woman. "I don't remember ever making such a suggestion."

Following his steps, Bellatrix, who was on all fours, turned around. "Of course you have done nothing inappropriate, my lord," she agreed, "but I am sure that what the boy can do for you, I can do, and I will do better than him! "

"is it?"

The words were neither happy nor angry, and Bellatrix boldly moved forward. "Yes, master, yes," she said enthusiastically and earnestly, "as long as you order..."

"Very well," said Voldemort, "my orders are to put on clothes."

"Yes... no, Master!" Bellatrix cried out incredulously, her eyes wild with ups and downs—perhaps adding to Voldemort's indifference, "Why, Master? The boy is against you, disobedient You, he is not worthy of you at all!"

Voldemort paused for a moment. "I know your loyalty, Bella, and you are always happy to complete any task I give you. But I hope you understand," he said in a very soft voice, but with obvious prohibition, "the Dark Lord also has privacy."

The point of this is to leave things alone beyond your control, Bellatrix understands.But just because she knew it, she wanted to seize this opportunity even more—as long as she could create it. "Master, my master," she continued to kneel forward until she was able to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robe, "I know this is presumptuous, but I still want to boldly say that Potter is not for you-absolutely not because I see It's definitely not because I doubt your vision, but because Potter really only brings you trouble! It's your kindness that you choose not to kill him, master, but he won't be grateful for it, He will always be against you!"

Those words of loyalty Voldemort ignored, but he smiled. "You're right," he nodded approvingly, "he's been a huge problem."

Bellatrix's eyes sparkled.She moved forward a little more, trying to hug the man's leg. "Master, my master," she called out, and the lust|desire that had just been suppressed emerged again, "Let me serve you...you can do whatever you want..."

But her hand was stopped before it could actually touch Voldemort.Voldemort didn't move, but something invisible and colorless stood between them, cutting off physical contact.Shocked and angry, she raised her head to meet the man's lowered gaze.Those black eyes were as elusive as ever, but there was not a shred of desire in them.

"You don't have to do this, Bella," said Voldemort, pulling his right leg from the shapeless embrace. "It's not necessary at all... Except for Barty, there is no Death Eater who can compare with you."

Bellatrix couldn't be more reconciled, because her clothes suddenly returned to her body spontaneously. "Master," she cried, as if a drowning man were trying to cling to the last kickboard, "I will, absolutely! If you don't want the boy to know, he'll never know, I swear !"

Ever since he entered the door, Voldemort had always had the urge to press the bridge of his nose, and now the urge was even stronger.She didn't care about messy relationships, and she was sure he didn't; but the point of the matter was that he knew Harry did.Compared with the possibility of his ambition being resisted by Harry, this kind of risk is completely unnecessary.

"It seems that I have to make my words clearer today." Voldemort finally said, his voice was clear and powerful, "You just said that I have a need in a certain way, and I don't deny it. But at the same time, you should know that it never Not the part I'm most concerned with. I didn't kill Harry not because I was kind, but because—" He dropped his voice suddenly, "Harry is my life."

Bellatrix looked as if she had been hit head-on with a heavy hammer. "I don't understand, master," she murmured, her eyes glazed over, "what do you say he is yours?"

"Life, Bella," repeated Voldemort, "though you may not understand it—nor do I expect you to—it is a fact."

...Harry Potter is the master's life?

Although Bellatrix was unaware of the existence of Horcruxes, she did notice that Voldemort had a rather strong obsession with his own life.And if you only understand it in a literal sense, the life of Harry Potter being the master is almost equivalent to Harry Potter being her master...

She had no chance at all, not even the slightest.

Voldemort finally sent Bellatrix away.Distraught when the woman left, he was sure she would remain his greatest believer.He thought for a while, until the big snake swam out rustlingly.

"Are we going to go too?" Nagini asked him, then glanced at the door again, "I think Bella is fine."

Voldemort glanced at his pet, but didn't answer. "Let's go." He said flatly, adding a transparent crystal-like mask to the big snake, and then levitating it left the tent.

An hour ago, someone parading a dozen-foot-long venomous snake would have caused panic, but now everyone is in the stadium.The lanterns on both sides of the road are brightly lit, but they are completely futile—because no one can see. The most dangerous dark wizard in history, the Dark Lord who has been secretly pursued by the British Ministry of Magic for more than two years, is in the middle of this open camp. Fly away.

In the dark night, in the open space, ignorant people are watching stupid games... They are blinded by the world, busy, but do nothing, and will never find something of real value...

Voldemort thought about it endlessly, and the sense of power, purpose, and rightness that had been simmering in him all the time came to the fore again.He's stronger than everyone else, much stronger, he's known it since he was a boy; it's only a matter of time before he conquers the world, his only and greatest enemy is death...

The last enemy to eliminate is death.

He suddenly remembered this sentence.It was inscribed on the Potters' tombstone, and he'd seen it on his search for the Deathly Hallows.Ah, the annihilation of death, the words had come to his heart, but he was sure it had never been understood by the Potters in the way he had imagined it to be.Leaving aside James; he did give Lily several chances, and Lily could have survived, but she still chose to stand in front of Harry.Which means, if she really has a way to kill death, it's to face it head on.

But face it or die?

Voldemort stopped suddenly, because he found that this judgment might not be tenable.Lily did die, but her soul went to another world intact; in contrast, the fragments of his soul stored in the diary completely dissipated, and could not be found or repaired. Lesser creatures without souls are almost...

From this perspective, he has indeed failed.Because this means that if he dies again, the remaining soul will completely dissipate and will not leave any traces in the world.

And yet you're alive, Voldemort told himself again, not quite whole and not able to do what you want, but really alive - and living means everything.

In order to better accomplish this goal, he had recovered most of the Horcruxes, except for the last one; Dumbledore was annoyingly right on this point.This last Horcrux could have been anything from a ring, a gold cup, a crown, to a locket.But in the second critical moment, he still chose Harry, although Harry was a fatal accident——

When their relationship was still an enemy, he had made a judgment that eternal life was out of reach, because the boy's attitude that he would rather end everything with death was very clear.The situation seems to be turning around now, but he is not sure that he can live forever - the superposition of blood and Horcrux has created a two-way restriction between him and the boy: the advantage is that no third person can intervene, and he does not need to worry about Deng Xiaoping. Bullido or whoever finds a certain Horcrux and destroys it; the downside is that he has to consider the boy's bottom line, and if he pushes the boy into a hurry, then...

"...Tom! Tom!"

The person he was thinking of was yelling behind his back, but they shouldn't be here, not at this moment.

Voldemort turned, interrupted, to see Harry rushing towards him.The boy seemed to be in a hurry, out of breath from running, his glasses were crooked, and his cheeks were bloodshot. "What's the matter, Harry?" He raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "The game is over so soon?"

The other party did not answer.In fact, the boy slammed into his arms like a cannonball, gasping for air, too busy to talk.At the same time, the arms tightened around the waist were so tight that his ribs hurt, as if the boy was afraid of something...

Scared?

Voldemort's eyebrows nearly reached his hairline.This is a strange thing, what can make a Gryffindor lion feel afraid?After all, Harry wasn't even afraid of him, the Dark Lord...

He restrained himself from immediately taking a peek at what was going on, and rubbed the back of the boy's neck comfortingly. "In the end what happened?"

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Sorry, I broke my promise, let me release the top first, the bottom is still to be determined_(:з」∠)_