Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Voldemort's stimulated mind went blank, Regulus saw his dull face, and suddenly thought, why is he so cute.

Reaching out to grab his palm, maybe Voldemort needs a cup of coffee or hot cocoa to calm him down.

The dazed Dark Lord followed Regulus obediently and slowly away from the group of people who were going to stay up all night to line up, and walked towards the entrance of the street.

There is a small ice cream shop at the corner, vanilla, mango, blueberry, strawberry, almond... More than a dozen flavors of ice cream with various colors hit people's eyes through the glass.

"Vanilla, strawberry, almond and chocolate. Well, I want two." Regulus raised his hand and ordered several ice cream scoops, and ordered one for the Dark Lord by the way.

Crispy egg rolls are used as cones, and colorful ice cream balls are packed inside, exuding a sweet smell.

Fortunately, he had brought sterling pounds with him, and after paying the bill, Regulus handed one of the ice creams to Voldemort: "Viddy, try the ice cream, it tastes great."

The Dark Lord, who was in a daze, didn't realize that this was the Muggle thing he hated the most. He took the ice cream and took a sip with one command and one action.

The cold and sweet taste permeated the whole mouth, and he came back to his senses, and found that it was ice cream. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he found that Regulus, who was holding his hand, opened his mouth wide and whimpered. He just bit off an ice cream ball, and his cheeks bulged like a little frog, and he couldn't even close his mouth.

Regulus was also suffering and couldn't tell. Such a big ball of ice cream was stuck in his throat, and he almost rolled his eyes. He swallowed it with difficulty. Tongue licks lips.

Seeing that Voldemort's heart skipped a beat, staring at the pink tip of his tongue, he suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, and wanted to bite it, did it taste like ice cream?

Cursed in his heart, he was not that resistant to this ice cream, two people, one big and one small, were holding hands, and the other hand was holding a large ice cream cone, which looked unusually harmonious.

A long bus passed by, Regulus looked at the location of the stop sign, and passed the playground on the way, which was very good.

"Viddy, let's go on a date." Regulus took his hand and jumped onto the bus, and there were not many people in the car.

As soon as the two very good-looking people went up, they attracted the attention of everyone in the car, just because they were so good-looking.

Picking a seat by the window, the two of them sat together. Voldemort looked at the bus curiously. It was a bit bumpy and not so stable, and he could still hear noisy sounds from under the bus.

Looking out of the window, you can see the hurrying pedestrians and the traffic. Compared with the only commercial street in the wizarding world, the Muggle world is very prosperous.

"How does it feel? Even without magic, the world of Muggles is beyond our imagination." Regulus took Voldemort's hand, and whispered to him what those things on the street were and what kind of business they had.

"It's very strange..." Two eyes focused on the tall skyscraper, Voldemort lowered his eyes and pondered for a while before uttering these words.

Yes, compared to the orphanage where he used to be, people now dress much more decently, including the manner in which they dress.

After so many years, his understanding of the Muggle world is completely unfamiliar, or in other words, he has never understood the Muggle world, and all he knows is that orphanage.

After the bus stopped, Regulus pulled his men out of the car, and after walking a few steps, he saw an amusement park, with joyous laughter coming from inside, adults and children all smiling happily.

They bought tickets, and the girl selling tickets saw the handsome and extraordinary Voldemort and the pink and lovely Regulus, and gave him a balloon.

Regulus pulled the balloon with a smile, and took Voldemort to start preparing to play the entire amusement park, starting with the roller coaster first.

Voldemort had never tried to play at such a high speed before. The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, making people's faces almost deformed, and the screams of people around him.

Getting off the roller coaster, Voldemort's already pale and bloodless face turned a layer of blue.

Regulus silently reflected for a moment, it seemed that the roller coaster was too exciting, so let's go ride the Ferris wheel.

The slowly rotating Ferris wheel sent the two of them to the highest point. Voldemort quietly looked at the city that caught his eye. There were many tall buildings, and the houses spread radially. Compared with the number of wizards, these Muggles It's like ants everywhere.

Although he was arrogant, he was not an idiot. He had never realized so clearly that isolating Muggles and wizards was not to protect Muggles, but to protect wizards.

The hands on his knees were clenched tightly, what should he do?

"Viddy, what's the matter with you?" Regulus didn't have a strong sense of belonging to wizards. More often, he regarded himself as an ordinary person. He also knew that the state of the wizarding world was not normal, but he didn't feel that way. A responsibility to reform the wizarding world.

"It's nothing, my little boy. It's my greatest luck to meet you." Voldemort kissed his hand, held it tightly and didn't let go. He knew that he had to change his strategy.

As the Ferris wheel slowly descended, Voldemort's heart relaxed. Things are not at their worst yet, are they?

Those fiery red eyes stared intently at Regulus, and with the lucky boy by his side, he was fearless.

"Boy, it's time for dinner. In order to celebrate the big sale of your potion, I invite you to enjoy a sumptuous meal." Getting off the Ferris wheel, Voldemort hugged Regulus habitually, and pinched his tender cheeks.

Thinking of British food, Regulus could only twitch the corner of his mouth, fish steak and chips, or strange sausage and hard bacon?Might as well eat a hamburger.

I don't know if house elves can make delicious Chinese food, that's called cooking.

"Let's go back to eat, shall we? I'm so tired after playing all day." Regulus immediately leaned on Voldemort's chest limply. He felt that at least the house-elves were pretty good at their craft.

"As you wish, boy." Voldemort laughed. He saw the boy's dissatisfaction with the Muggle dinner, and he was suddenly a little pleased.

In fact, Voldemort misunderstood. Regulus was not only dissatisfied with the dinners of ordinary people, he also despised the meals of the whole of England.

The time to return to the manor was just right, and it was amazing to be able to change shape. Regulus vowed to learn such a convenient magic.But Voldemort said he was too young, and it was dangerous to learn to change shape at this time.

After the two had finished their dinner together, Voldemort began to summon the Death Eaters. He had to let these pure-blood nobles deeply understand the real situation of the Muggle world.

Of course, there is also a warning to those Death Eaters to stop torturing Muggles. If it attracts the attention of Muggles to wizards, it will be dangerous.

Regulus was going to spend some time in Voldemort's study, for example, looking at the history of wizards.

The bookshelves in Voldemort's study looked as if they were directly connected to the ceiling, and they were neatly filled with magic books. He had to admit that that man had the capital to make people surrender.

Before he could find the history book he wanted, suddenly a black diary fell down with a snap and landed at Regulus' feet.

"This diary looks familiar..." He bent down and picked up the diary, and slid his fingers lightly. Sure enough, there was a familiar signature on the cover, Tom Reard.

Is this book Voldemort's?The corner of Regulus' mouth twitched, and he suddenly remembered that in the Harry Potter he had seen, it seemed that the villain in the second book was a diary.

Thinking of this, Regulus felt that the diary in his hand would be hot, or he might hand it over to Voldemort. After all, he was also a wizard with profound magic.

With a clattering sound, the diary was automatically opened, and a few characters suddenly appeared on the blank paper.

"You don't like me? Why? I obviously want to be friends with you." The black handwriting looked angry, and the last few strokes were even more scribbled.

The corner of Regulus' mouth twitched, as if he saw a wronged bun, he didn't do anything bad, right?

"Hmph, then let you stay with me!! Then I won't be lonely!"

As soon as these words appeared, jet-black ink immediately gushed out from the white paper, and Regulus felt a strong suction coming from the diary, as if he was about to suck himself in.

All of a sudden, his scalp was numb, and cold sweat covered his entire back.

No, this feeling seems to be forcing my soul to leave the body. Is this weird diary working on the soul?

The internal force in Regulus' dantian exploded violently, the floor tiles under his feet made a muffled bang, bang, bang, and bursts of dust and smoke rose up, unexpectedly being infused with powerful internal force and torn apart.

This tyrannical force poured into the diary continuously from his fingers along the meridians, and the two different forces began to confront each other. Regulus and the diary seemed to be caught in a tug-of-war. With the infusion of internal force, Little by little, his fingers loosened from Japan.

Almost when the internal energy of the whole body was exhausted, there was a force of impact from the place of contact, and the diary flew out with a bang, and it was actually embedded in the wall with a loud bang.

Regulus let out a sigh of relief, he was holding on to the table a little unsteadily, beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead.

It was simply too dangerous just now, what is that diary, it seems to have its own consciousness.Could it be that, as seen in comprehension novels, this is a person's soul sealed inside?So you have to pull yourself in?

Thinking of this, he shuddered, if he went in, he would never be able to get out!

Although what Regulus thought was not entirely true, he was half right. There were indeed some mutilated souls in the diary, and that soul still belonged to Voldemort.

Suddenly, a curl of white smoke rose from the diary embedded on the wall, and slowly condensed into the shape of a person, but it was a little blurry, and it was not very clear, as if it was covered with a layer of white gauze.

"Tom Reard?" Regulus frowned fiercely, and he began to desperately hope that Voldemort would send those Death Eaters away quickly and come to him.

"You and Voldemort are so close, why don't you be friends with me! We are clearly one person!" The voice was still a little childish, but it already had that kind of very seductive sexiness, but the slightly ambiguous words made him cry discount.

The figure walked over slowly, rather than walking, it was more like floating, and it was swaying.

Regulus is stupid, this thing is Voldemort?Can the Dark Lord split and regenerate?