HP Systematic Seaver

Sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, the flames turned green, she walked in, and said to little Sif, "Then tell me the name of the place."

Little Sif nodded, indicating that he understood.He said, "You first demonstrate."

Quick-tempered Bella disappeared into the fire.

The two sisters looked at the fireplace, and then stared at little Sif.Then Andromeda said, "Let's go there quickly."

Little Sif said, "Why should I go there?"

Andromeda looked more submissive than Bella, more like her own mother. She said, "Are you trying to make my sister angry?"

The blonde girl shivered.

Little Sif was silent for a while, and he nodded, well, that big girl looks very irritable, if there is a quarrel, his wages might be lost.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and said, "Lestrange Park."

After passing through the flames, she was confronted by a furious girl. She glared at him fiercely, and then walked straight away with her sister. There was no one around, and she wanted to have a good talk with Rudolph.

As for the little guy, he'll go by himself.

Little Sif was left alone in front of the fireplace.He looked around, luxurious ceilings and wall panels, and exquisite furniture.

Lestrange Manor, he looked around curiously.

Unknowingly, he took a few steps forward, there was a corridor outside, and there was a door which he opened carefully.

It was empty, it seemed to be just a study.

Is it really empty?

Under the Disillusionment Charm, Voldemort looked at the child who came in.

He gave a look of astonishment.Why is it so small.

Voldemort has been doing well for a while, but there are some troubles.He had done well since he showed his strength and noble blood at the Malfoy's party at Christmas, at least he was the guest of honour.

Well, what he wants to be is the host, and the gap between guest and host still needs to continue to struggle.Today he was the guest of honor at Lestrange's house.

The nobles grew more and more fanatical about him.This is good.

But also annoying. Voldemort was very upset. Since they knew about his noble blood, the nobles not only respected him more, but also had some small thoughts in private.Yes, nasty little idea.

Voldemort had to cast a defensive spell every day when he was alone, because the nobles all had the idea of ​​his blood, and wanted to integrate the Slytherin blood into their families.So they always send a lot of young masters and young ladies who are side branches of the direct line to harass.

Voldemort was very angry, but he was not the master of the nobles now, he was still the guest of the nobles, he couldn't do anything to these people.

He also politely sent them back.

Although he already wanted to shake Avada in his heart.

Today he was in the study of Lestrange's house, and someone really came.

Voldemort looked at this person, why was he so young, the child looked less than ten years old.

How about this? He just rejected everyone, but it doesn't mean that he has such strong tastes.

This was crazy too, Voldemort thought, he really wasn't that perverted.

☆、Communication in the study

Little Sif looked at the empty room in front of him, rows of bookshelves, it was a study.

He looked at no one, so he walked over cautiously, and went to the bookshelf to read.

Thick books were his favorite thing, and little Sev scanned the rows of books, but he didn't touch anything.

He just watched curiously.

Voldemort watched the little boy's actions. The boy was very cautious. Many of the black magic books here would curse the reader. He continued to observe the boy, but the more he read it, the more familiar he became.

He looked carefully, the child's black hair was a little long, and he was wearing a black dress. He was not tall and thin, but he had a straight posture when he moved. He didn't remember seeing this little wizard.

Which family's child is this? He has no doubt that he is the heir of a noble family, because apart from the well-made robe on his body, the little boy stands and walks in a very upright and straight posture with a little elegance. Born noble.

He continued to watch.

When the little boy turned his head, he saw a pair of black eyes, and he suddenly remembered.

Isn't this the kid who sells flowers on the streets of London on Halloween?

Voldemort looked at it strangely. The child was wearing very old Muggle clothes that day, holding a flower basket under the streetlight at a dark intersection. At that time, he knew that the other party was a little wizard. The problem was how the child looked. It is also the case that the most common witches are mixed-race wizards, how could they become nobles.

If something goes wrong with a noble family, let their children sell flowers to Muggles, even the poor nobles are not crazy.

Voldemort frowned. Could it be a conspiracy, that child was waiting at the intersection to get to know him.

He thought about it, and quickly rejected this idea. When he returned to England, no one knew about it. He himself was actually unknown at the time. He didn't think any noble family was so powerful.

So what the hell is going on.

He looked at the little boy curiously.

At this time, little Sif had already noticed that something was wrong. The room looked empty, but he felt strange. The little boy's intuition had always been very accurate, and he had recently practiced some internal skills with the system.He immediately felt that there seemed to be someone not far from him.

An invisible man.

The system also detected something was wrong, so he turned on the infrared scanning device.

"Master, there is a person standing in front of the table."

Little Sif said he knew, obviously he was in a magic manor, so he must have met a wizard.Maybe it bothered someone.

He was on guard.

At this moment Voldemort came towards him, reaching out his hand and gently intending to pat the little boy.

At the moment of lightning and flint, little Sev turned around suddenly, opened his arms, quickly and precisely wrapped around Voldemort's waist tightly, and then pushed forward with his upper body, pushing Voldemort almost backwards.

He immediately lifted the illusion spell and revealed himself.

The two of them didn't move for a while, Voldemort kept leaning back to barely maintain his balance, little Sif opened his arms around his waist, and even buried his head between his chest and abdomen.

A moment of silence.

Voldemort moved.

This little guy doesn't really have the same intentions as those who harassed him in the past, oh my God, he is really a non-perverted person.

He moved again, and then said, "Little boy, don't be afraid, I don't mean anything malicious, can you let me go?"

Little Sif didn't move.

He seems to be hugging the opponent's waist, but in fact, his whole body is secretly accumulating strength. Whenever he makes a wrong move, his hand seems to be hugging the opponent's waist, but in fact his left hand has already pressed the acupuncture point in front of the opponent's waist, and his right hand is also blocking the opponent. If something is wrong with the key point on the back of the waist, press it with both hands to keep the opponent limp, and although his legs are attached to the opponent's thigh, one leg is actually facing the calf bone, and the other leg gathers momentum thinking behind the knee, keeping it in the The opponent asked him to lie on the ground before taking the wand.And the head he buried in the opponent's arms, in fact, his nose was facing the opponent's life acupoint, if it was wrong, he would hit it hard, and the opponent would faint for a day even if he did not die.And he was very sure that the opponent's wand could not be aimed at such a short distance. He was now vigilantly watching the opponent's actions, and immediately attacked if something was wrong, broke free and threw the opponent away with his backhand, and then grabbed the wand.

Voldemort was completely unaware of the dangerous situation he was facing. He thought the child was making a fuss, so he patted the child's shoulder and head and said, "Relax, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Little Sif felt that the other party really had no intention of hurting him, so he didn't move, but looked up at him suspiciously.

Seeing those beautiful black eyes again, Voldemort felt lightened.

He let the little boy let go of him again, and then took the other side to sit by the desk, and began to ask how the boy got here.

Sev wasn't going to hide it either.So soon Voldemort understood that the boy was still selling flowers on the street, but he met a wizard and was invited to help, and then he was brought here by accident.

Voldemort was confident that no one in the world could fool him, so he believed it, and thought it was a coincidence that they met again.

He asked what the boy's name was.The little guy was determined not to say anything.

He was about to continue asking, but saw the little guy's eyes on the parchment on his desk.

On the top is an extremely complicated alchemy proposition that he discussed with Lestrange today, and now the paper is full of various formulas and symbols.

Of course the little boy couldn't understand, so he simply made it easy for others to see, with a very deep look.

Sif tilted his head to look at the symbols on the paper, and then said to the system: "It looks weird, it looks like a function, but the symbols are different."

The system also looked at it: "Little master, this is something from ancient Greece. It is a math problem from 2000 years ago. Have you seen it? They don't even know how to draw with a ruler and compasses and the unknown xyz number axis."

Little Sif continued to look, and it was indeed so.

He looked up at Voldemort, why did this gentleman make such a profound expression while holding a math problem whose solution was outdated in 2000.

Could it be that he is an archaeological mathematician.

Voldemort looked at the little boy, right? The little boy didn't have any admiration or awe, instead he looked strangely sympathetic.

Although he felt that the look in the little boy's eyes made him look better.

He picked up the parchment.

Little Sif saw what was on the next piece of parchment, and he knew it at a glance. The parchment was a structural diagram of a house.

Little Sif moved over with great interest.

This is a multi-storey mansion with about 200 rooms, a luxurious hall and a large terrace. The distance from the front door to the main entrance is far away, and there is a large field and hills behind the house.

Little Sev's eyes twinkled, what a nice house.

The system comforted the little master: "When we earn money, we will buy a big house like this."

Little Sif nodded.

This house is so beautiful.

At this time Voldemort also saw the little boy looking at the structure diagram of the mansion on the parchment, with an eager expression on his face.It was as if the house made him very, very longing for something.

Voldemort was also happy for a moment.

In fact, this house was the future Voldemort manor that Voldemort bought for himself.

After all, when he returned to England, although he was always a distinguished guest in a noble family, it was not good to be a guest all the time. As soon as Voldemort gained a firm foothold, he immediately put buying a house at the top of his plan.

When he saw a suitable house, he couldn't be more excited.

No one understood his mood.

Tom Riddle used to be an orphan with nothing, living in a small, dark room, and half of the space was occupied by an orphan he didn't like, and then he went to Hogwarts, although Hogwarts is well known It's the home of all little wizards, and it's warm enough there.

But the problem is that the so-called home must also have his privacy, and Hogwarts is everyone's home, which also means that he is no one's home, because a home is always private and belongs to oneself.

The little wizard belongs to Hogwarts, but Hogwarts does not belong to Tom Riddle. Even in his dormitory, more than half of the space is allocated to roommates. This is not just his home.

Then he graduated, wandered the world, he walked through countless woods and plains, his home was in his backpack, and he lived and slept.

Now that he has finally returned to the UK, he has great strength and can also build a home for himself.

So when he got this house, Tom Riddle was so excited.

After so many years, he finally worked hard to give himself a home, a home that only belonged to him.He looked at the structural diagram of the mansion. His yard, his house, and his room were all his, and no one occupied them. This was his home.

Tom Riddle looked at the parchment. He built it for himself with all the money he earned. Although Abu and the others had a lot of political donations, they were all used by him to develop his own organization. This house It is his own savings.

Tom was as excited as a poor boy who had lived in a dormitory for more than ten years and finally bought a house with all his might.

You must know that the current Tom's soul has only been cut for the second time. Even if he pretends to be rich and handsome Voldemort now, deep down he is still the poor guy who came from an ordinary background and worked hard to buy a house.

He planned to cut this part into his next Horcrux.

But the Horcrux has not been made yet, so Tom can't hide his excitement. He carries this piece of parchment with him, and studies black magic in the study room, but he takes out this parchment every once in a while. look.

But unfortunately, no one can understand his excitement. He is surrounded by nobles. These nobles have their own houses since birth, and they never have to worry about not having a house to live in. How do they understand a poor young man who works hard to earn money and finally The excitement of buying a house was something Tom couldn't confide in anyone.

But now, Tom saw that the black-eyed little boy was showing almost the same expression to the map as he himself was to the map, and he felt hot and excited.He saw compassion in the little boy's face.

Tom spread the parchment on the table.

Little Sev leaned over, and he took a look: "Sir, this is your house, it's really great."

Tom was really flattered.

Little Sif looked at it with great interest. The little boy looked at the map as if he was looking at his own dream.

Little Sif's obsession with home is similar to that of Tom.

He still remembers when he was six years old, his father and mother took him out of their home, told him that this place was no longer theirs, and then came to the gloomy Spider's End Lane, and later he realized that his parents had no money, they could not Keep your own house and pay off the house.

The little boy understood one thing in his heart at that time, that is, his home was gone, because his father and mother had no strength to protect their home, and he fell into a sense of insecurity. His father and mother couldn't even keep their own home. Which point would throw him away too.

In his heart, he still dreams of having a home.He looked at the parchment, and he realized that what he wanted was to use his own efforts to give himself a real home, stable and safe, and no one could take it away.

He looked at Voldemort, this man also had such a dream, and it had come true.

It looks amazing.

Voldemort finally got the admiring look from the little boy.

The eyes of the two fell on the parchment again.Then they started talking.

Little Sev: "This house must be very big. What is it here?"

Voldemort: "Here is the main staircase, leading from the hall to the top floor."

Little Sif continued to ask, "Is this a terrace?"

Voldemort: "This house has three terraces, the middle one is for parties, and the other one is in the bedroom."

Little Sif: "Sounds good."

Voldemort felt fine.

If you want to ask him what mood he is in, it's a joy, his new house, his new home that he has no place to show off, finally has someone listening this time.

He looked at the little boy, this child is not from any noble family, he lives in the Muggle world, he is not yet ten years old, he has nothing to do with nobles, he can talk to him with confidence.

The two continue to admire the new house.

Little Seaver started to ask some practical questions: "Is the underfloor heating and drainage done here?"

Voldemort thought about it seriously, he took out a small notebook and wrote it down, and next time he would ask the family he was in charge of decorating.

Little Sev continued to look: "The sinks and flues of each room are not written here, and I don't see the stairs in the cellar there."

Voldemort: "Hmm." He didn't look at it seriously either, decorating a house is very complicated, he handed it over to his subordinates, will his subordinates pay attention to these problems.

Little Sif continued to look. He was naturally sensitive to details, and he was currently taking care of the house in Spider's End Lane, so his eyes flicked over the picture and found out many problems.

Voldemort looked carefully at the side. He bought a house by himself. Although he was very excited, he really had no way to start. In the end, he threw it all to his subordinates. But now that he thinks about it, those subordinates have never decorated the house. It has been repaired for hundreds of years, and they are all newbies.

Write it down in Voldemort's book, fortunately, look at these problems, if you don't pay attention to living in this winter, maybe there will be a water leak that day, or something wrong with the fireplace, it will be very troublesome to think about, and you can't let him take the wand and solve them one by one. Bar.

Voldemort grew more and more admiring of the little boy.

They looked at the picture happily, and the time passed unconsciously.

When it was almost night, little Sif was looking at the floor plan of the bedroom, and said a little excitedly: "It's best to lay a thick carpet in the bedroom, and make a bay window, and put cushions and pillows on the bay window. There is a table and a small bookcase by the window, the wardrobe is against the wall next to it, there is a lamp by the bedside, and there is a chandelier above the head, and it is best that the fireplace is on the opposite side of the bed.”

Voldemort nodded in agreement: "Yes, lying on the bed at night wrapped in a quilt and watching the firewood burning in the fireplace is very warm."

Little Sif fantasized about it, lying on the bed with a thick quilt on a winter night, watching the fireplace burning opposite, casting dim light in the room, feeling very warm, and most importantly, feeling secure and reliable.

He nodded: "You are so right, that's it."

The two were very involved in talking, and the system smiled. He detected the dragon aura in this stranger, and he may be very extraordinary in the future. When the little master meets him, there must be fate for each other.The system smiled and guessed, maybe it was really fate.

At this time, the door knocked on the wall, and someone outside whispered, "Master Voldemort, the Black family's party starts at 8 o'clock."

The two of them seemed to have just come to their senses. It was already dark, and little Sif found himself unknowingly discussing the whole afternoon, so he couldn't help but stop, feeling a little awkward.

Voldemort was very excited. He said, "Come on, change clothes with me, and I'll take you to Black's house."

☆, party

Voldemort was unhurriedly preparing to go to Black's party, and little Sif watched him slowly tidy up the pile of parchments he had piled up on the table.

Then he looked at the clock.

It seems that it will be eight o'clock soon.

Voldemort said that he was an honored guest, how could an honored guest rush away so early, what kind of an honored guest is that.

He rang the bell, called an elf, and said: "Bring my dress, and prepare a dress for this little gentleman by the way." Then he turned to look at Sif, the little boy was wearing a fright It's clothes from more than ten years ago. It's too outdated. How can I follow him to the party.

Voldemort didn't know why he brought the boy to the party on a whim, maybe it was because he was in a good mood today, after decades, he finally had money and a house, and he had a willful status in front of that group of rich nobles, he just felt happy.

At this time, the elf brought two sets of dresses, one big and one small, both of which were pure black, and under the light, you could see the dark lines and faint light flowing, without any other badges and accessories, it looked mysterious and majestic.

Voldemort pointed to the smaller one, motioning for little Sev to change.Little Sif rushed into the locker room with his head bowed and his ears red.

He closed the door, his heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly asked the system: "What should I do?"

The system happily said, "Of course I'm with him. You guys are going to the dance."

Little Sif blushed and called to the system: "But this is inappropriate. He is in a nobleman's manor, and he studies magic in his study. How can he be a very powerful wizard? Why does he bring a little boy like me with him?" The boys go to the prom."

The system continued: "I don't feel that he has any bad intentions."

Little Sif turned around: "What should I do?"

The system said: "You can go dancing happily, you don't need me to give you a glass slipper."

Little Sif gave the system a hard look.

He became nervous, today he ran into a manor and met a mysterious magician, he and this mysterious magician got along very well, it was so strange, and this magician invited him to the ball tonight.

The little boy looked at the dress, suddenly his heart was beating wildly, and he panicked. What did he do? His face was hot and he was at a loss. He covered his hot cheeks with his hands.

It took a while for little Sif to react reluctantly. He suddenly asked, "What should I do if he asks my name?"

The system immediately said: "He didn't say his name, you don't tell him."

Little Sif nodded, then he thought for a while, and said, "What if he told me."

The system said: "Don't tell him yet, who knows if what he said is right."

Little Sif hesitated: "But the wizard's name has magic power, I'm not sure if it's good or not."

The system is silent, and it is not clear whether the wizard magic system is involved.

Little Sif thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea: "I can tell him, but not tell him. Just tell him half of it."

The system does not understand.

Little Sif came up with a good idea: "The wizard's name is magical, so I can tell him my mother's surname, then the name has half the magical power, so I neither told him nor told him."

The problem is solved, the system thinks about it, and thinks this method is very flexible.

Little Sif also settled down, and he began to change his clothes.

Voldemort, who was waiting outside, was a little anxious. Why didn't the boy come out after running to the locker room for a long time? He waited and waited and became a little worried. He wondered if he paid too much attention to this boy. At this moment, he heard Someone is talking loudly.

A boy was talking, he seemed to be the eldest son of the Lestrange family, he said cautiously, "I'll take you back, Bella."

Then came a girl's voice, who seemed a little angry: "I can go home by myself without you sending me."

The eldest son of the Lestrange family continued: "Bella, of course I want to serve the lady, let me take you home."

Bella seemed annoyed: "I can do it myself, I'm not one of those stupid ladies, don't bother me right now."

Lestrange's eldest son didn't move. He said, "Don't be angry, I promised you that you wouldn't get engaged for the time being, and I promised you when we were adults."

Rudolphs was bewildered now, when Bella rushed over in the afternoon and told him that she hoped he would propose a delay in the engagement.

Rudolphs already knew that his father liked Bella very much, and probably the Black family was the same. He was really excited and terrified. He was excited that the best girl in their academy ended up in his house, and he was terrified because Bella was capable and terrified. And it was very powerful. If none of the boys in the duel had beaten her, he doubted how the engagement would be.

So Bella made this condition and he immediately agreed, Rudolph thought, after a few years I will be an adult, and then my father will ask me to help with family affairs, then I must be strong and confident and almost have the confidence to stand in front of Bella , As for now, he really felt weak when he saw Bella.So he immediately agreed.

Voldemort listened with interest. The eldest son of the Lestrange family is not outstandingly talented, and has a peaceful personality, which can be used when embarrassing. He has already seen it, but that girl is different. That girl makes him stand out. .She spoke confidently and even proudly. She was born as a lady but had such a rebellious personality that she forced her fiancé to postpone the engagement.

Voldemort heard from the girl's voice that she didn't dare to be mediocre. This girl was unwilling to be a housewife. She looked down on mediocrity and cowardice, and tried to fight against the fate of a lady. Her tone was full of strength and confidence.

Voldemort thought secretly, Bella, could it be that she is the eldest daughter of the Black family? Although this girl is still young, she can be of great use. He is willing to give her a chance. A capable person deserves a chance, and she can use her strength to stand tall. At the same time, even if it is a low-status mixed race or a noble lady who is unwilling to get engaged, they all need a fair chance, and this girl may be a talent.

He was determined to continue listening, thinking about whether to go out and show his face, when he heard the locker room door open.

He turned to look.

Then he completely forgot about ladies, careers, and appearances, and all his attention was suddenly focused on the little boy who walked out of the dressing room.

Little Sev was at a loss in embarrassment at this moment, he looked up at Voldemort, then quickly turned away, with his hands behind his back straight, but very stiff.

Voldemort looked him up and down, and said with satisfaction, "You look really good-looking."

Little Sev raised his head, blushing: "I didn't wear a dress."

Voldemort smiled: "Don't be afraid, you look really good in it."

He walked to the desk and swept the parchment into his pocket, ready to go.

Little Sif came over, and he watched Voldemort roll up his alchemy research report, and then the structural diagram of the mansion, and suddenly little Sev saw the third parchment below.He froze.

Voldemort felt a little strange, because the little boy looked at the third parchment intently, and then looked up at him strangely.

Don't mention how strange that look was.

He looked at the Chapter 3 parchment and was upset.So he planned to roll it up, but little Sif said: "Wait a minute and let me see."

Voldemort stopped his movements strangely, and he asked, "You can see clearly."

Little Sif asked, "What on earth is this?"

Voldemort said: "A map that no one can understand." He spread the parchment, revealing the other half of a map. Some places were simply drawn with a quill pen on the parchment, and the place names were written on it.

Little Sif and the system looked over, and then the system shouted: "This is a map drawn by some crazy guy. It's strange to find the direction with this map."

Because this is a standard ancient map, the place names are written with a quill pen, and the general landforms are drawn. For example, if it is a city, draw a house, if it is a mountain, draw a few mountains, if it is a lake, draw a lake, probably a landmark, But the problem is that there is neither a scale nor a direction. There is nothing outside these place names, and there are not many lines drawn.

It is impossible to hold this map without getting lost. Even if you are not a road idiot, you will get lost if you are an experienced traveler, okay?

Little Sev looked at Voldemort, what is this map for.

Voldemort coughed, the child's eyes are really beautiful, especially when staring at him intently, he said: "This is an ancient castle of my family, the original settlement of the family, but it has been lost, only this one Just a map. I'm looking for the family castle."

Little Sif looked at the map and found it strange.

At this time, it was getting late, and Voldemort took Sev to Grimmauld Square. Standing in front of the fireplace, he suddenly said, "By the way, I am Voldemort, and you will definitely know about it later."

Little Sif nodded, and he smiled slightly: "I'm Prince."

At eight o'clock, in Grimmauld Square, the ball started on time, and the guests arrived one after another, walking towards the ball hall.

Alphard was walking around at the entrance of the hall. Where did the child go? He said that he would wait for him to take him out through the back door, but the child was gone.

Alphard was in a hurry.

Could it be that he was caught by his brother and sister-in-law? It's impossible. Then the sister-in-law would have called him to scold him. Then maybe the child met a wizard and was scared away, but what about the wages?

Alphard stomped anxiously.By this time the guests had arrived at the gate of the ballroom.

His sister-in-law came majestically.

Alphard felt guilty, and he didn't know how the room was decorated. If the child ran away before finishing, the sister-in-law would still beat him.

At this moment Walburga came, and she ordered: "Open the door."

The door of the ballroom opened immediately.

Everyone felt a scent of flowers coming out head-on. They looked over and let out a burst of exclamation.

Now the hall is almost submerged in a sea of ​​flowers, carefully decorated flowers are placed next to each seat, all kinds of roses as tall as a person are inserted in large vases around the corners, and even countless flowers hang down from the ceiling.

Some young girls and women have already entered the hall shining brightly.

People commented that the style of Black's house really changed this year. With so many flowers and such novel flower arrangements, Black's house turned out to be so fashionable.

Alphad stood at the door, not daring to look at Walburga, because his sister-in-law was already very dark.Walburga, who had always admired decency and dignity, was so furnished in the ancient style that the Blakes' house displeased her very much with this new fashion.

Alphard lowered his head lower and lower, and Walburga raised his chin with a snort.

Just then the band started playing and the lights in the ballroom went out.Suddenly there was an exclamation.

Both Alphard and Mrs. Black hurriedly turned their heads to look over, and then they were stunned.

In the dark, every flower is emitting golden and silver light, especially with the huge chandelier in the center of the hall, it is bright and dark, showing a mysterious and luxurious atmosphere. The silver powder on those flowers shimmers under the light, like Many silvery snakes appeared around them with gleaming scales in the dimness.

There was a burst of praise in the hall. The Black family's ball this time was really unique. Looking at the silver glittering on the bouquet, they immediately looked up to the oldest and noblest Black family.

Walburga looked at the hall, snorted softly, raised her chin and walked in, but she seemed to be in a good mood, and Alphard let out a long breath.

Walbuja walked into the hall solemnly and sat in the main seat. She looked proudly in front of her. The most luxurious rose in the whole hall was right in front of her seat, covered with a lot of silver powder, making the surroundings extraordinarily noble.Her perennial majestic face was slightly relaxed.

The dance has started and people are about to walk onto the dance floor.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and before everyone looked over, they felt a powerful surge of magic power.The heavy magic pressure immediately lowered their backs a little, and fear rose involuntarily in their hearts.They look at the door.

A tall man walked in, and the moment his tall figure appeared at the door, a huge force rushed into the hall, causing everyone's backs and knees to bend a few times, he walked in slowly, all The pure black robe showed mysterious dark lines under the lights. His steps were slow and powerful, and his temperament was daunting but fascinating. The nobles all lowered their heads, lowering their heads involuntarily. They all knew that this was a mysterious man. The dark wizard who appeared in the UK only after Halloween, but now he is a big existence that cannot be underestimated by the entire British wizarding world. This is the descendant of Slytherin, Voldemort.

Voldemort walks