Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Holding the boy and using a portkey, the scene of the two of them changed from Black's old house to Voldemort's castle in an instant.

Regulus felt as if his belly button was being hooked by something, and his body flew up uncontrollably. He frowned, and tightly pulled Voldemort's clothes, even his pink fingertips Turned white.

This feeling of not being in control of yourself is really bad! !This was the first time he had come into contact with such magic. Resisting the desire to vomit, Regulus buried himself in Voldemort's arms.

Unexpectedly, using a Portkey would make the little boy in his arms so uncomfortable. Looking at Regulus' pale expression, Voldemort couldn't help being a little annoyed, and even a little distressed.

"Bring a cup of hot chocolate." Voldemort patted the boy on the back and gave the house-elf an order indifferently.

He hugged the man and sat on the soft sofa, and the house elf quickly brought over the steaming chocolate, and Voldemort fed it to Regulus with a cup, as if he had done it countless times naturally.

He didn't know why he was so tolerant and considerate when he met this boy.

If others saw the Dark Lord like this, they would probably drop their jaws in surprise.

He took a sip of chocolate from the Dark Lord's hand, and the sweet and silky chocolate permeated his mouth, making him feel a lot better, and his pale little face regained a little color.

Thinking the taste was very good, Regulus drank the hot chocolate in one gulp, then blinked and looked at the Dark Lord, and said softly, "Mr. Voldemort, what can you do with me? You You can also see that I am still just a nine-year-old child, and I don’t even know magic.”

Regulus implicitly wanted to ask the Dark Lord, does he want to experience how daddy does it?Haha, what a cold joke.

"So calm, boy, I'm about to applaud you." A twisted smile appeared on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, which terrified his otherwise handsome face, and the heat of his words hit Regulus' cheeks, making him The whole small face suddenly became a little hot, "Few people can be so calm. As for the reason, I think you suit my taste."

The hoarse voice slid past Regulus' ears like a cello, with a hint of teasing that made Regulus' veins pop. Could it be that the Dark Lord is a pedophile?

He didn't see the slightest desire in the dark red rabbit's eyes, and it seemed that the Dark Lord wasn't that perverted yet.

So what did the Dark Lord bring himself home for?At this age, it seems that I have no value to use. Could it be that I feel lonely and want personal company?It's also impossible, according to the Dark Lord's charm, as long as you hook your fingers, there will definitely be a lot of people scrambling to climb onto his bed.

Lu Yu didn't want to understand, so he didn't think about it, and said to the Dark Lord confidently: "I'm hungry, I wonder if I can have a delicious supper as a guest?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, the boy was so composed, it seemed that he was not afraid of himself at all.But this recognition actually made him feel very happy, and this boy was simply too suitable for him.

British food has always been just a few tricks. No matter what kind of meat it is, it is only boiled or grilled, and vegetables are mostly mixed with salad, which is very authentic.

Regulus ate a little roasted lamb and lettuce salad, touched his stomach, and felt that he was almost full, so he stopped the knife and fork.

Wiping his mouth with a white napkin, he looked at the Dark Lord who hadn't eaten anything, covered his lips and yawned a little. This is not good for children, and they tend to get sleepy.

Seeing a round teardrop welling up from the corner of the boy's eye, and then staring at himself eagerly, Voldemort was surprised that Regulus was tired.

Picking up the boy again, he went up the carpeted stairs and entered his bedroom.When he put Regulus on his big dark green bed, the Dark Lord was in a daze. No one had ever entered his room, but this time he carried him onto the bed himself.

The bed of the Dark Lord is very huge, and it is no problem for seven or eight people to lie side by side. The silver-green bed curtain is tied on the bedpost, and the dark green silk quilt is embroidered with silver thread in a very atmospheric pattern. In short, Regule Adams was very pleased with the bed.

But, Dark Lord, how much do you like green? Could it be that even the hat is green?Regulus thought somewhat maliciously.

Watching the boy take off his little dress on his own, revealing his white and tender body, his somewhat round belly bulging and undulating, his upturned buttocks wrapped in a small white underwear, reminded Voldemort of The word angel made him hate it.

Lu Yu lifted the quilt and lay down, it was really soft.If it comes, let it be at ease, it seems that the Dark Lord will not abuse him for the time being, let's get a good night's sleep first.

The boy's actions could already be called presumptuous, but the Dark Lord actually found it very pleasing to the eye. He had never experienced such a mood before. It was a very novel and pleasant experience.

"Little thing, I don't know how long you can keep my patience?" The Dark Lord looked at the boy's pink cheeks, and the corner of his mouth curled into a twisted arc, and he smiled softly.

When he took off his clothes and put on pajamas, and put the boy in his arms, Voldemort fell asleep very quickly.

While sleeping drowsily, Regulus was woken up painfully by the urge to urinate, and found that his hands were turned sideways, hugging him tightly, and his back was pressed against a broad and warm chest.

Sure enough, he was sleeping in Voldemort's arms. I don't know if those female wizards or even male wizards who are obsessed with this man know, will they be drowned in vinegar, or killed by countless Avada Kedavra.

He never doubted the combat effectiveness of that group of Dark Lord fans.

Yawning, he gently opened Voldemort's arm and got into the bathroom.It was so refreshing when I came out.

When he was about to go to bed, Regulus saw a black diary on the table, and the old look obviously had a history, it had nothing to do with a luxurious room.

What attracted him was not because the diary was so advanced or peculiar, but because there was a strange fluctuation on it, which made him want to find out.

Walking over, he saw Tom Reard written on the black cover, and the handwriting was still a little immature.

Who is Tom Reard?Lu Yu felt something was wrong. It was strange that the Dark Lord kept such an ordinary diary in his bedroom, and it was a diary from a long time ago.

There was a voice in his heart that kept urging Lu Yu to open the diary, and he finally couldn't help opening the book. The original white paper had turned a faint yellow, obviously it had been a long time.

The diary is blank, nothing.

Lu Yu was a little disappointed, could it be that he was overthinking?

The soft fingers slid across the blank diary. Suddenly, the diary flickered, and there was a sudden movement. Lines of characters written in ink appeared on the blank paper. It was very beautiful, and it was very similar to the signature on the cover. picture.

"Hi, I'm Tom Reard, who are you?"

Regulus stared blankly at the words that suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. This is also a magic item, so it feels like a living person inside.

"..." Without speaking, he closed the diary abruptly and put it back in its original place.

Regulus was a little bit afraid, he was too reckless just now, if the diary contained a curse, he would be in trouble.

This is the territory of the Dark Lord. As the biggest villain, he doesn't think the Dark Lord is so clean.

Maybe I was too relaxed and lost the vigilance I should have.Right now, he still doesn't know much about the magic world, so even if he has martial arts, he can't be too arrogant.

Reminding himself secretly, Regulus glanced at the diary for the last time, climbed back onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

The diary lying quietly on the table, the soul piece in it is very disappointing, since he was separated by the Dark Lord, he has been alone in it, unable to feel the passage of time, and no one is with him .

He only had memories of the Dark Lord's youth, and when he was bored, he could only look at those painful, cruel, dark and happy memories over and over again.

Normally, Voldemort would put him in the study and lock him up. Today, for some reason, he was taken out, and he was forgotten on the table in the bedroom.This made him feel a little happy, and it was a comfortable thing to be able to bask in the warm sun.

Just now, someone turned him, which made him feel very excited, and that person's fingers had a very comfortable temperature, as if he could touch him, making him feel more comfortable than basking in the sun, for a long, long time There is no such feeling anymore.

He thought maybe he could be friends with that boy so he wouldn't be so lonely.

That's why he said hello to the boy rashly, and also told the little boy his name.

But it seemed that the boy was frightened, so he closed the book and left without saying a word.Tom Reard in the Diary was very disappointed and angry!

In fact, he can absorb other people's vitality through other people's writing, and eventually he can be resurrected, but he doesn't want that boy to die, as long as the boy is willing, he is happy to keep that boy alive.

Black ink blots all over the diary because of anger and depression, and Tom felt that if the boy opened the book again next time, he would seduce him, suck all his life force, let his soul come to him, Always be with me.

Tom Reard felt faintly excited at the thought that the boy who made him feel comfortable would come to the diary world that he completely controlled in the future.

Who told you to go away!Who told you to ignore me!Never give you up to anyone!Anyway, what I want, I will definitely get it!