HP Systematic Seaver

The child seemed to have grown taller after not seeing him for a few months. He put in more effort and said, "Let's go and see the order I came to pick up."

The two thought about going deep into Knockturn Alley.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, little Sif will struggle in the wizarding world from now on

☆、The incredible truth

At this time, at the table at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, Lucius was still sitting slumped, and Evan and Batty watched him lost in thought inexplicably.

Lucius calmed himself down, and said to himself, don't panic, he is a Malfoy, he should calm down, and never let strangers peep into his heart, his deepest thoughts, but this year's third grader Lucius couldn't contain the trembling in his heart.He didn't understand why the figure in the black hood, this mysterious person, this gentleman with a pair of penetrating black eyes scared him so much, it seemed that all the secrets in his heart were completely exposed.

Lucius sat silently, and Evan and Barty Jr. accompanied him. The three boys sat on the edge of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley for a long time.

Finally, the sun gradually shifted, and the long shadow cast by the dome of Gringotts gradually moved to this dark intersection. Lucius stood up and prepared to go home.

However, at this moment, he suddenly paused, feeling that something was wrong behind him.For a moment, his hair stood on end and his whole body became stiff.

He felt the powerful magic power engulfing all the power in this narrow alley bursting out from the depths of Knockturn Alley, like a whirlwind rushing from behind.

The magic power was surging, and Lucius felt as if there were crackling magic sparks around him. The strong pressure made his shoulders slump, and his legs were also a little weak.

Evan and the little Barty boys were already on their feet.

Lucius turned his head tremblingly.

Then he turned around quickly, and then bowed his head respectfully.

Evan and the little Barty boy lowered their heads and dared not look forward, their hearts were beating fast.

A tall wizard came out slowly from the darkness of Knockturn Alley, powerful magic power wrapped around him, like a fierce storm guarding the emperor in the storm, he walked from the darkness, brought With an unparalleled mysterious temperament and noble demeanor, she descended in front of the three children.

Lucius, who was only 13 years old this year, bowed respectfully and tried his best to show Malfoy's upbringing, but the big boy secretly looked at Voldemort, a powerful dark wizard and noble heir, his gray eyes were imperceptible Adoration and conviction welled up.Evan beside him also bowed his head, and the admiration and awe in the eyes of Rozier's heir could no longer be concealed.

The little Barty boy secretly looked at the wizard in front of him, and then was silently surprised. The little boy always thought that the most powerful person in the world was his father, but now he was not sure. The wizard in front of him was so powerful and so powerful. Noble, it seems that he is stronger than his father, who is stronger, his father or this wizard.

The little Barty boy raised his head quietly and looked at Voldemort secretly.

Lucius hastily reminded him not to move.

Voldemort waved his hand to let the three little wizards relax, then he looked at Lucius and said softly, "Good day, little Mr. Malfoy, it's really unexpected to meet three of you here."

The three little wizards felt anxious when they remembered that they had escaped secretly.

But Voldemort still waved his hand indifferently: "Maybe it's the wonderful connection of magic, let's meet here, gentlemen, the connection between magic and wizards is always the most mysterious."

He motioned for the three to go with him.

The three of Lucius followed along in a daze, excited and uneasy in their hearts. Both Lucius and Evan were the young masters of the Slytherin family. Now they saw the powerful and noble descendants of Slytherin', and they were really at a loss. Excited, and deeply impressed by this noble Slytherin descendant.

As for the little Barty boy, he looked at the back of the heir of Slytherin suspiciously. In the child's heart, the most powerful person in the world was his father, and his mother always said that his father was the best person in the world, but now he suddenly felt that this The Slytherin heir was stronger.The little Barty boy thought silently, as if his father was not as good as this heir of Slytherin, and this heir of Slytehrin looked good so far, at least not as strict and rigid as his father.

The three children followed the great dark wizard out of Knockturn Alley, turned left and right for an unknown amount of time, and then entered a small door. Voldemort drew his wand and waved at the door, which swung open instantly.The three little wizards looked up.

It was dark ahead and they couldn't see anything at first, they followed Voldemort in, they walked through a narrow corridor, and then entered a large room.

Voldemort waved his sleeves, and all the torches on the walls of the hall were lit up in an instant.

Three little wizards looked at the room.

Wow.

They couldn't help but marvel.

This is a very magnificent hall, under the high walls and dome, there is a large conference table in the center of the room, ten large chairs are placed neatly beside the table, and at the top of the room in front of the conference table, there is A large seat, the thick ornate tapestry behind the seat is written with Slytherin's motto in silver and green, and there is a strange ornate sign directly above the large seat.Everything exudes a supreme aura, and people can't help but bow their heads.

Looking at the magnificent room and throne, the three little wizards couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

It's like the greatest existence in their dreams.

Voldemort stepped forward and stood in front of the throne, and then he said: "Three little gentlemen, welcome to the Volpes Knights. Of course, this is just his official statement. Mysterious place, please remember such a name, we are Death Eaters."

The three little wizards raised their heads in great anticipation, looking at Voldemort standing tall, a great wizard of Slytherin blood, standing on a high place, with the throne and the gorgeous silver and green motto behind him, in an instant the three children Immediately, the brand of Slytherin was branded in the little heart.

"Death Eaters." That name, it sounded fascinating.This is what my fathers have been discussing mysteriously for a while, this is the glory of pure blood nobles, this is the purpose of their struggle, and this is where the best pure blood can come.

Here is the pinnacle of glory.

The three little wizards raised their heads in awe.

Is this the master of Slytherin?

The awed little faces of three children looked up at their master under the torches.

Even young Mr. Malfoy for a split second had forgotten the Malfoy family motto, the splendor of platinum, and being a Slytehrin, lost in silver-green glory.

At the back of the hall, behind a small hidden door, little Sif stood there calmly watching what happened in the front hall.

Little Sif didn't make a sound, but in the space, the system calculated the concentration of dragon energy and expressed his satisfaction, while the Great God lamented, Voldemort was so insidious, he even remembered that loyalty should start with a doll, the three Poor little Slytherin seemed impressed.Looking at this situation, the three little guys have completely sunk.

Voldemort took the three little wizards for a look, then sent the three excited little boys with scorching foreheads and walked back into the hall.

Little Sif came out from behind, staring reproachfully with black eyes.

Voldemort smiled: "Let's go and see how the decorated bedroom looks."

Little Sif didn't answer, he said condemningly, "Why did you bring them here?"

Voldemort shrugged his shoulders: "They are my friend's children. I happened to run into them when I sneaked out, so I took them to have a look."

Little Sif ignored him.

The little boy was still immersed in Holmes' state at the moment, and he could tell that Voldemort was deliberately making excuses.

Voldemort continued to shrug his shoulders. He knew that his little boy was very smart. In fact, he just thought of it temporarily. He saw his little Prince in Knockturn Alley, and he didn't know how to scare the three young masters. I have to stay still and dare not move.He didn't even dare to look up into little Prince's eyes, with such a feeling of fear and respect.

Seeing the appearance of the three young masters, he suddenly had an idea.He just took the three kids to look at the Death Eater headquarters, and the glory of the Slytherins, by the way, to good effect.Again the three children showed fear and respect, and maybe a little admiration.Sure enough, this expression feels really good.

His little boy seemed to see through his plan.

Voldemort shrugged his shoulders. He felt that he should be angry, but he found that he was really not angry at all when he looked at the little boy. Boys are smart.

He walked over, intending to touch the top of the child's head.The child's hair is really easy to touch, soft and smooth.

So he walked over according to his own will.

But little Sev turned around now to look at the thick Slytherin motto behind the throne.

Little Sif took a look, turned his head suddenly, looked at Voldemort with penetrating eyes, and said softly, "What you just said is actually different from what you want to say."

There was a moment of silence.

The system couldn't help groaning, my master, don't be like this, you've entered the show, it's enough to scare Lucius just now, and now Sherlock Holmes is turned on, this is not a kid, this is a big boss, see through the boss The boss is no joke.

It's a pity that little Sif has already said it. He pointed to the silver-green Slytherin motto, and he said with certainty: "What you said just now is different from what you thought."

Voldemort turned his head in interest, what his little boy wanted to say.

He walked over, knelt down and looked at little Sif, and asked, "What's different."

Little Sev looked at Voldemort's face, and he insisted: "I think what you said just now is probably different from what you thought." The little boy stretched out his small white hand and gestured: "Half and half, you only said half."

Voldemort continued to smile with interest: "How do you know?"

Little Sif looked into his eyes: "I have a feeling."

Voldemort suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. There was a person in the world who was trying to understand him. This feeling was really strange, as if his heart was warm.

He smiles again.

Little Sif looked directly into his eyes, and suddenly his black eyes flashed. The little boy stretched out his hand, holding a rose in his hand: "Sir, do you want to buy roses?"

Voldemort was completely shocked this time, he stretched out his hand and touched his head, and then touched his own face, making sure that his face was indeed pale, and his facial features were somewhat distorted.

But how did the kid know.

Voldemort was shocked, because these words were spoken to him by a child holding a flower basket standing under a street lamp at a dark street intersection on Halloween.

Seeing Voldemort's shocked expression, little Sev continued, "Sir, do you want roses?"

Voldemort stretched out his hand to take the rose in Little Sev's hand: "Yes, of course." He took out the straw woven paper crane that he carried with him from his pocket, and the paper crane, which was originally emerald green, revealed a profound yellow color due to the fact that he carried it with him. Smooth on top.

A look is often rewarding.

Voldemort squeezed his palm, and the paper crane stopped between the two of them again.

Voldemort: "How do you know it's mine?"

Little Sif smiled: "Feeling."

What was it like? Voldemort touched his face. There was a person who could recognize him even after his appearance changed. There was a person who could distinguish Voldemort from a crowd by intuition.I really don't know how to describe this feeling.

It was as if his heart was suddenly swollen and full, and a certain emptiness that had grown larger and larger over the years gradually became smaller, and he felt warm.

That's not a bad feeling.

Voldemort suddenly knew he couldn't let it go anymore.

He hugged the little boy.

The slightly dazed little Sif patted Voldemort on the back, still immersed in the state of playing Sherlock Holmes today, he felt that everything was fine so far, and he once again solved a proposition based on his intuition and observation.He asked the system: "What's wrong with him, why is he so excited."

The system laughed and said nothing.

Little Sif asked again: "What's wrong with me, why do I feel so happy now?"

The system couldn't help laughing.

The two stood silently in front of the throne for a long time, Voldemort buried his face in the little boy's hair, while little Sif was a little dazed but carefully patted his shoulder.

After a while, Voldemort raised his head, looked into little Sev's eyes, and said in a low voice, "My little Prince. My little prince."

He recited it several times in a low voice, and then he turned his head suddenly, leading little Sif to look at the silver-green Slytherin motto behind him.With one arm around the little boy's shoulder, he swung the other sleeve abruptly, and the characters on the silver-green tapestry shone brightly.

Voldemort said boldly: "This is the academy established by my ancestor Salazar Slytherin and his last words, this is the pride of Slytherin, I am his only descendant in the world, this is my responsibility, to reproduce the glory of Slytherin so long ago .”

With one arm around the child and the other waving the proverb, he immediately became proud.

The system detects that the dragon energy on him has increased sharply.

Little Sif's face reflected the brilliance of the proverb, his black eyes looked at the tapestry, then he thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I understand, your organization and your actions are all for this goal.

Voldemort nodded.

But little Sif continued: "But half of what you said to Lucius and the others just now, I feel that what you said is only half a sentence. I feel that there is nothing in your heart except the Slytherin pure-blood noble you just said. Glory and others."

Voldemort continued, "Why do you feel that way?"

Little Sif said, "Feeling."

Voldemort was complacent again, that someone had paid so much attention to him.It feels so good.

So he said, "Then which half do you think I have concealed?"

Little Sif reached out and pulled down the descendant of Slytherin, looked into his eyes, and said, "You use glory to excite the little nobleman, that term seems to be called pure blood glory, but your eyes tell me that you don't fully believe in this .”

Little Sif stretched out his hand and shook it under the candle: "It's called pure blood glory. It's the first time I've heard of it, but I know the little nobles care about it."

He stretched out his other hand, shaking it under the shadow: "But your eyes tell me that you don't believe in this thing called pure blood glory, there are other things in your eyes, just the opposite."

After scaring the three little nobles, Voldemort finally experienced the feeling of the three little nobles. His heart was beating wildly, like the rumored little Barty, like the exposed Malfoy, he asked in a low voice: "In addition s things."

Little Sev held up two hands, one in the candlelight and one in the shadow, and said, "I don't know, two opposite things are in your eyes."

In the space of consciousness, the great god listened comfortably. After the talent of this little professor was let go, he was really out of control and more and more surprised.But the system suddenly screamed: "Little master, don't say it, you will definitely have a headache today if you overuse your brain." Don't guess about the big boss's heart, it will be wonderful if you guess right after guessing, and it will be wonderful if the big boss becomes angry from embarrassment.

Little Sif hurriedly shut up, but a few words had already come out: "Some pursuits, such as power, are mysterious."

Voldemort made a gaffe with his mouth open.

The boy, the boy, Voldemort looked up and down.This boy, this boy is so smart, this boy is so sensitive.

Voldemort's conclusion was exactly the same as when he was a child.

Deep inside Voldemort said, no, sharper than when he was a kid.

He knew that he should be afraid, but he felt faintly happy. He patted the child's hair with his hand and rubbed it vigorously, thinking in his heart that this child is really qualified to stand side by side with him when he grows up.

Thrilled at the thought, he immediately faced the Slytherin motto again, waved his hand vigorously, and then stopped on a sentence.

Little Sif and Voldemort read: "Slytherins who are hungry for power, like boys who are ambitious."

Below this sentence is another sentence: "Slytherin takes wizards like himself, pure blood and scheming."

Voldemort pointed to the following sentence, and explained to little Sev: "The following sentence is the glory of pure blood. It is proud of pure blood, which is why the scheming nobles come."

Then he pointed to the above sentence: "But Slytherin actually set two standards during his lifetime. One is pure blood and cunning character, and the other is this sentence, an ambitious boy."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, and said, "The following sentence refers to those little nobles just now, but the ambitious boy in the above sentence is a boy like me, the former Tom. "

Little Sif looked up at Voldemort, and the boy finally showed a surprised expression: "Tom, who is Tom, what are you talking about?"

Voldemort took a small smug, the kid was too smart and perceptive, finally saw his surprised expression.He quietly waited for little Sif to recover, he knew it would not be long.

As expected, little Sif recovered as quickly as possible. He looked at Voldemort: "Could it be so." He thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "You used to be called Tom."

Voldemort's Tom part emerged, and he replied, "As of Christmas Eve last year, my name was Tom Riddle."

Little Sif paused, and continued with some doubts and surprises: "You are a descendant of Slytherin, but Tom, I can take the liberty of assuming that there is a trap in this sentence. The nobles understand it differently from what you said."

Voldemort nodded. The nobles knew that he was the heir of Slytherin, so they assumed that he was pure blood, but in fact he never mentioned his other blood.

Little Sif was completely surprised at last, he looked at Voldemort, then at the throne behind him.Then he also became slightly agitated.

A half-breed, like him, seems to be using his own methods to try to break the rules of nobility and reach the top.

Sounds so exciting. Voldemort finally caught the admiring gaze of the clever, deviant little fellow.

He enjoys it.

After a while, little Sif turned around, and he finally came to his senses, why did he tell him, this is a big secret, an important secret related to whether this black wizard will advance among the nobles, why did he tell him.

The 9-year-old boy finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Sherlock Holmes, who made him feel a little better just now. He seemed to have overplayed it when he was happy, and then pulled out a great inside story.

Little Sif finally felt a headache.I feel dizzy and extremely painful when I use my brain too much.

The Great God also regretted it. He knew that the system was a heaven-defying existence that thoroughly tapped the potential, and he also knew that the little professor's talent might be very terrifying, so why did he want the system to dig out little Sif's talent in a twitch, causing trouble now? Alright.

At this moment, the master, the system stopped, and little Sif held his head.

Is the secret of the big boss so easy to pry?

Voldemort's secret, didn't see Dumbledore's attempt to spy on it and also lost his life.Could it be that the little professor can open the plug-in?

The Great God said faintly, the three of us have reached the most dangerous time.

The system tested Voldemort, reconfirmed that he was the big boss, and said weakly, "Be silent, either erupt in silence, or perish in silence."

They looked outside, Voldemort and little Sev stood facing each other, and fell into an eerie silence.

Both the master and the system held their breath, watching Voldemort's movements outside.

Voldemort lowered his head, unable to see his emotions by the candlelight.Little Sif looked up at him.

Suddenly Voldemort moved. He stretched out his hand, slowly raised his head, and stroked the little boy's forehead.Little Sif looked up at him in surprise.

Voldemort looked at him, and said softly, "My little Prince, don't you get a headache when you think of so many questions at once?"

Little Sif nodded, his head was hurting right now, and he was using his brain too much.

Voldemort sat down, hugged him on his lap, gently rubbed the space between his brows with his hands, and said, "Then I'll rub it for you, you clever boy."

Little Sif, the system and the Great God were still quite uneasy, and the little boy turned his head and tried to meet Voldemort's eyes again.

Voldemort looked calm. He looked at the little boy and said, "You can call me Tom from now on, my original name."

Little Sif was stunned and fell silent.

Voldemort also seemed quite embarrassed after saying that.

Both of them had no experience in close encounters, and were at a loss for a moment.Then little Sif said: "Your name seems to be Lord now."

Voldemort said quickly, "So in this world, I allow you to call me Tom, but everyone else must call me Master. Remember?"

Little Sev once again entered the Holmes state, and then he noticed that Voldemort's old face was a little red and his heart was beating a little faster, so he concluded that this person was a little excited.

Since it's excitement, not anger, then it shouldn't be a big problem.Little Sif breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, and his eyes were a little blurry.

In the end he didn't know when he fell asleep on Voldemort's lap.Only vaguely, he seemed to hear Tom whispering: "Maybe one day, just the two of us will stand side by side. There will be a day."

☆, Vigil (addition during the Spring Festival)

This is an important day, and the master thought so too. He and the system looked at the calendar.An important day.

But no one seems to take it seriously, in the Western world.

The system looked outside, but there was no atmosphere.So he woke up little Sif.

"Little master, Chinese New Year."

Little Sif was sleeping soundly at the moment, when he heard what the system said, he got up and rubbed his eyes, and asked him inexplicably, "Chinese New Year, why have I never heard of this festival?"

So the system began to explain, and finally convinced the little master that this was a festival far away, the biggest festival in the place where the system grew up.

The system told the little master that he would celebrate the Spring Festival well.According to their calendar, which is called the lunar calendar, today happens to be New Year's Eve.

Little Sif nodded, expressing that although he didn't quite understand it, he also knew that this was a festival as important as Christmas, so he would definitely cooperate with all his strength.

"Need a Christmas tree?" Little Sev asked.

The system says no.But he needs other things, which are sold in the system mall.

Little Sif immediately waved his hand and said that he could use his points. He understood that this was a holiday, and he actually liked it.

The master was stunned, who said that Professor Snape hated all holidays, he looked at little Sif who was in good spirits, it seemed that he had a good impression of holidays.

At the moment, little Xifu is following the system's dictation, ordering new year's goods in the system mall, and he is not impatient at all.

"System system, what is this red figure painting?"

"Little master, this is a New Year picture."

"System system, what is this red note with words written on it?"

"Little master, these are Spring Festival couplets."

"System system, why do we buy this strange food called dumplings."

"Little master, this tastes good."

"System system, what is this thing that will explode, and why is it also red."

"Little master, stay away and set off firecrackers."

Little Xifu generously spent a lot of points to buy New Year's goods, and began to prepare according to the system.

The Great God stared at him, reassuring that he wasn't impatient at all. He wondered, didn't Professor Snape hate all holidays.

They left the space and opened the bedroom door, just in time to see Tobia fully dressed and about to go out.

Tobia's business has been booming recently, and he's been busy all day long. Early this morning, he's going to a client.

Seeing his son, Tobia waved his hand immediately: "Get up, why don't you sleep for a while, the hot soup is in the pot, your mother should ignore her." Then he found that his son was holding a lot of things in his hands.He stretched his neck curiously, thinking that his genius son must be doing experiments.

Little Sif went downstairs, but pushed the paper in his arms to his father, and said, "Paste it to the door."

Tobias rubbed his neck and habitually followed what his son said.

He moved the chair to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

At this time, in Spider's End, a man was wandering outside Snape's house.In the dim light of the sky, one could see that he was wearing an old and fat jacket, which was dirty, and the skin on his face was loose, like a fat man who had suddenly lost a lot of pounds.

This is the fat owner of the tavern. This unlucky fat man has no money since the tavern was blown up by a gas leak caused by drug addicts.When he was sleeping next to the trash can, he was always regretting, why did he get involved with the drug addict at that time, and now that the drug addict is in the cell, he has also fallen to the same situation.

But after a while, he was surprised to find that old guy Tobia seemed to have a good fortune. Look like a gentleman.

The fat chef was very surprised, and then very angry. He went to Tobias one day, hoping to borrow some money for the sake of drinking in the past, or to do something, but Tobias saw him frowning coldly. Yes, I kept in mind that this fat guy almost sold his own son, and just swept it away with a broom.

The fat chef was not reconciled and wandered around.

He stuck his head out as usual this morning, taking a look at the Snape house.

Then he froze in place in shock.

I saw that the door of Snape's house changed drastically. There were two strange red large hand-painted paintings on the door, with strange portraits on them, and the top, left, and right sides of the door were also painted in red. On the paper was written a mysterious code that I couldn't understand.

The fat chef was so frightened that he bent down and hid himself, thinking that something was wrong.

Thinking that his tavern was not bombed, it was also a trading place for underworld drugs around him. He had seen many code signs, and the fat boss felt that this was the case among them. He carefully looked at the red calligraphy and painting on the door, the more he looked at it, I was afraid, thinking that there seemed to be a smuggling underworld team in London, who seemed to have used symbols like this, especially the figure paintings on this door, which looked like foreign antiques at first glance.

The fat boss was sweating profusely and wiped his forehead. Could it be that the old guy Tobia turned over so quickly because he colluded with some gangsters?

The fat boss looked at the big red background of the picture and the note on the door, and was secretly afraid that any organization that blatantly used such a big red color must have something big, something terrible.

The fat chef's legs were weak and he was about to run away.

But just as he turned around to go to the back of Spider's End Alley, a loud noise suddenly came from his ears.

Crackling, crackling, crackling.

Accompanied by explosions and thick smoke, a huge boom seemed to be right in front of Snape's house.

The fat chef sat down on the ground, holding his head in his hands and feeling cold all over his body.

He smelled gunpowder in his nose, and the ground seemed to be shaking. He turned his head with all his strength, but saw thick smoke and sparks.

He almost fainted from fright, what a fierce battle this is.

This is the legendary gun battle.

The fat chef buried his head behind the trash can and dared not move.

After a while, the gunshots finally subsided. The fat chef got up carefully, but couldn't stand still, and fled the spider's end alley. He swore that he would never come to beg Tobias again.

This guy Tobia didn't know which path he had entered, he was so amazing.

Now at the door of Snape's house, Tobias rubbed his sore shoulders, put down the stick holding the firecrackers, and rubbed his aching ears. The long string of firecrackers almost exploded. It deafened him and almost choked him out, and he lost all feeling in his arms and shoulders, but he seemed interested and happy to see his son.

He shook his shoulders and went into the house, leaving a mess all over the floor.

Neither he nor Little Sif knew that almost all the neighbors in Spinner's End are spying at the windows, no matter whether it is the bankrupt living in front of the alley or the hooligans living in the back of the alley, they are all frightened to death, and then they silently warn themselves , the Snape family must not be provoked in the future.

Satisfied, little Sev let off the firecrackers, and he left the house, holding the door key in his hand, which was given to him by Voldemort last time, leading to the renovated Voldemort Manor.

Seeing his cheerful appearance, the Great God understood. It turned out that Professor Snape didn't like to celebrate the festival, he just didn't like to be alone and watch other people celebrate the festival. If someone celebrated the festival with him, then he would not be awkward.

Little Sif activated the Portkey in a deserted place, and after a dizzy start, he came to Voldemort Manor and went straight into the bedroom.

He threw himself on the bed in a daze.

At this time, Voldemort was working in the study. He felt the activation of the portkey, and immediately apparated to the bedroom, just in time to see little Sif collapsed on the bed.

Voldemort laughed, little Prince was dizzy, it might be difficult to learn to broom in the future, he smiled inwardly, it was almost the same as he was back then.

While thinking about it, he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the little boy who jumped at him, and began to coax: "My little Prince, why don't you come and take a look, this fireplace is still the same as you said at the time, The pattern of the fireplace guardrail you chose, the floor is imported from Germany, it is warm to step on, and the carpet, Angora wool, probably cannot be found in the country that is softer."

Little Sif was dizzy, and he didn't move.

Voldemort continued: "This bed is a four-poster bed. Didn't you tell me last time that you were curious about what a four-poster bed is? This is it. Why don't you come and take a look?"

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