Yan Bai of HP

Dumbledore was about to stand trial, and the news spread throughout the wizarding world overnight.Those old antiques who lived in seclusion in the old forests of Senshan all appeared in the wizarding world, behaved strangely, and unknown people wandered around the wizarding world. Everything about Dumbledore was dug out again, his birth, his achievements, His entanglements with the former Dark Lord, and the scandal he's now exposed.

Compared with the praise of Dumbledore, more people discussed his unscrupulous methods, deep scheming, deception of his companions, so-called crimes and betrayals.The trust in the past has turned into anger now. The more you trust, the more you can feel the anger of being fooled. People seem to have forgotten everything the old man has done for them overnight. No one cares about Dumbledore's purpose What is it, they are just angry.It's as if when a mortal finally realizes that his destiny is still in the hands of God, his first reaction is not to blame himself for his incompetence, but to criticize God's deception.

People are never tired of dying and reveling in the joy of bringing great men down from their pedestals.

On the day of the trial, the sky was dark, and the raindrops fell softly, condensing into crystal drops on the clothes.A pair of big hands brushed away the moisture from the young man's shoulders. Harry raised his eyes slightly. Voldemort was holding a big umbrella with a smile on his lips. His cold eyes showed a trace of tenderness when he saw the young man beside him. He reached the entrance to the Ministry of Magic. Looking at the dilapidated environment around him, a trace of disdain flashed in Voldemort's eyes. After the ground under his feet fell quickly, the two came to the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

People by the pool hurried past, holding thick documents in their arms, and the noise made Harry frown, "It's really messy."

Voldemort smiled coldly, put his arms around Harry's waist and walked directly to the interrogation room. The entire interrogation room was already full of people, talking to each other eagerly and anxiously. Pi looked at the information in his hand seriously, and when Harry and Voldemort walked in, the surroundings became quiet for an instant, and then, there was a louder noise.Most people are because of Harry's identity as the savior. In fact, few people have seen Voldemort's face back then. After all, he was a man whose name was too dare to say. Few people have the courage to raise their heads and confront Voldemort. depending on.

Just sitting down, Harry asked, "What has Noah been up to lately?"

Voldemort's expression was slightly strange, "He's training the animals in the Forbidden Forest." Thinking of the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest who were tossed and screamed, even Voldemort couldn't help feeling sympathetic. Regarding Noah's identity, haha Leigh has never given a definite answer, and Snape and the others have always thought that Noah is a strange magical creature that can take away the body. If Noah can really subdue the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, it would be a good thing After all, when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts last time, those magical creatures were only reluctantly shot because of the contract, and it would be safer to keep them for their own use.

Since Noah has his own body, Harry is also happy to let him move freely. After all, he is always trapped in his sea of ​​consciousness. Noah should be very boring. Just look at the situation of chickens flying around in the Forbidden Forest every day. Imagine how lively Noah is with his body.

Harry smiled slightly in his heart, his eyes turned, and the tall figure of the old man slowly came into his sight. Dumbledore was a lot haggard. Although he was still wearing a blue star robe, his kind smile was a little more tired. His azure blue eyes were deeper and more complex, and Harry seemed to see the helplessness and bitterness in the old man's eyes, and maybe even anger.

Harry suddenly felt that he no longer needed to see the loneliness of this old man. The so-called greatest white wizard in the magic world, Dumbledore had carried this title for too long, and too many people wanted him to step down. In the trial of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore has almost no chance of turning over.

Voldemort looked at the following trial with disdain, as if watching a bad drama, "Do these people think that Dumbledore can be imprisoned in Azkaban after being convicted? It's so naive."

Harry looked at the old man quietly, and suddenly met those blue eyes. The two looked at each other calmly for about two or three seconds, and Dumbledore moved his eyes away.

Harry said lightly, "It seems that we have to do it ourselves." He stood up slowly, and led Voldemort away from the courtroom under the eyes of everyone.The other wizards thought that the savior left halfway because he was too disappointed with the principal and mentor, and they were not surprised.

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort walked out with his arms around the boy's waist.

"Of course, cut the weeds and root them out!" Harry said with a pause.

"Dumbledore will definitely not approach Azkaban honestly, what do you need from me?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with murderous excitement.

"Get rid of him, of course," said Harry with a smile. "I don't feel safe sleeping at night as long as the old man is talking, no matter where the old man is. Since Dumbledore won't abide by the outcome of the trial, it's time to get rid of him when he leaves." Get rid of him on the way, don't let anyone know of his death, just treat it as if Dumbledore disappeared in the entire wizarding world after he escaped from prison, and no one will find him."

"I will," Voldemort bowed his head and kissed the curls on Harry's head, "I promise Dumbledore won't even leave his hair behind."

There was a hint of joy in Harry's eyes, "Noah has a lot of useful potions, just ask if you need anything." There are countless methods in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and there is always one that suits Dumbledore. profitable.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, "Harry, are you underestimating me? You just let a person disappear from this world." As the Dark Lord, he didn't know how many times he had done it .

Harry looked up at the resentment in Voldemort's eyes, and a smile flashed in his eyes, "It's not that I don't trust you, I just hope you don't underestimate the enemy. You and I both know Dumbledore's ability, just because he can force the former Dark Lord The degree of self-imprisonment, you know how difficult he is to deal with. Even if he loses people's hearts now, there are still people who are willing to believe in his name as a white wizard. Some of those old stubborn people are always on his side. What's going wrong." Harry shook Voldemort's big hand back and nestled in his arms. "You know how much I want to get out of this life of calculations and calculations. Once this is over, we can rest assured We've been living together, but you still can't bear to..."

"No reluctance!" Voldemort said hastily. It was hard for him to get Harry's acknowledgment, so that these trivial matters would not cause a gap between Harry and him. He kissed the young man's rosy lips fiercely, "You can wrong me, you know how much I love you."

At this time, the two of them had already returned to the ground, and the people around them looked strangely at the intimate behavior of the two men. Although one of the two men was evil and handsome, the other was delicate and beautiful, and the kissing scene was as beautiful as a painting, but now After all, Britain still has a skeptical attitude towards same-sex love. Harry's lips were red and swollen, and he gave Voldemort an unconscious look.

Voldemort's waist and eyes were numb, his tongue was dry, he put his arms around the boy, walked quickly into the dark alley nearby, and apparated directly back to their villa.Pushing Harry down on the sofa, Voldemort eagerly explored the young boy's slender body. The delicate skin seemed to be able to hold his palm tightly. With the red tassels on his chest and the flexible waist, Voldemort looked carefully from top to bottom. Carefully kissing the boy's body, gently took the delicate part under him in his mouth.

Harry couldn't help letting out a gasp, grabbing the man's hair with one hand, and Voldemort swallowed it whole deep into his throat. Although it was a little uncomfortable, but hearing Harry's pleasant voice above, Voldemort tried hard to please the boy's keen eyes Sensual, fingers have been poking in carefully.These days, they need to be busy with too many things, and they have never done it. Voldemort did not know where to find a bottle of lubricant, carefully and gently widened the tunnel, and then stood up and sank deeply into the soft and flexible body of the young man. The two groaned at the same time.Then there was a wild rhythm. In contrast to his movements, Voldemort caressed Harry's face tenderly. He really felt that he was so deep that he had no desire to crawl out.

He fell deeply into the swamp named Harry. Even if he gave up everything, as long as he could stay with Harry, his heart and soul could work normally.Standing up hard, listening to the boy's hoarse voice, Voldemort held Harry in his arms and kissed his lips, exchanging pleasure with each other.

"I love you, Harry."

"……I know."

Snaplucius had just returned to the villa when he found the lazy boy on the sofa, with a hint of spring in his brows. Voldemort came out of the bathroom. He put the water and was about to clean up Harry.Looking at the two people walking over, Harry unconsciously flashed a trace of embarrassment. He picked up the robe beside him, trying to cover his naked body, but Lucius grabbed his arm, and the man's fingers slowed down. Gently stroking his red and swollen tassels, Harry gasped and was kissed firmly by Snape.

Voldemort, who was standing aside, had a look of misery in his eyes, but he still turned around and did not join the feast of the three of them.He still knew that Harry's body was already at its limit to satisfy three people in turn, and it was absolutely unbearable to interfere with Harry's body now, so he still prepared some potions for restoring physical strength and relieving fatigue.

There was already a cheerful voice downstairs, and Voldemort gave a wry smile. He thought he couldn't bear this situation of sharing his love with others, but who knew that he would take a step back willingly. He really loved that boy so badly.