[HP] Infinite Reincarnation

"..." The ellipsis can express a complicated heart, really.

Severus wanted to ask now, it's fine if your name isn't Voldemort, but why did you use the name you hate the most.

"???" The question mark can also express doubts in the heart.Voldemort was puzzled by Severus' sudden froze attitude.

[Sure enough... the name Tom really doesn't suit me. ] The narcissistic Voldemort. [The only two names I've ever recognized besides Voldemort are Tom?Riddle, and Voldemort's name was obviously inappropriate to say now, would easily frighten his Esser. 】I don't want to make up a random name to deceive Severus.

"Do I have the honor to know you?" Voldemort took a step closer, smiling more and more seductively, and the passers-by next to him had changed from gasping for breath to screaming in their hearts.

"Amos? Worrier." The professor was not as sincere as Voldemort, so he casually used a pseudonym.

"Amos..." Voldemort savored the name in his hands contentedly, with a soft and long tone, as if he was not facing a stranger, but his own lover.

This gentle success made Severus get goosebumps. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the professor who has been commented as the most tolerable double agent failed, took a big step back, and covered up the pain on his face with all his heart. Fear was replaced by indifference and alienation.

It's just that whether it's frightened or alienated, it doesn't prevent Voldemort from showing a sad face with that troubled face.Seeing the undisguised sorrow, the corners of Severus' mouth twitched again.

[Oh, it's really troublesome to get used to this thing. 】I usually tease Abu a lot, and this expression is a little less solemn. (More than a little.)

"We met before, but I drank Polyjuice Potion at the time. Maybe you forgot, in England, Diagon Alley, Star Bar, at that time... there was a guy with platinum blonde hair next to me." Although he didn't admit it, but Abu is definitely easier to remember than himself at the time, and...that bastard is rarely remembered by anyone who has seen him.

stars?Severus remembered, after all, he was relatively "busy" in this life, and the number of times he sneaked to Diagon Alley was only a few times, and the first time he saw the "ancestor" Abraxas, he naturally had a relatively strong impression. profound.When I think of Abu, I naturally think of the man who "robbed" Abu with him at that time.That man with a pair of beautiful jet-black eyes and an extraordinary imposing manner, thinking about it now... Abu called him... V!

damn it!He heard it as VIN at the time.I thought it was a nickname, now I think about it...

"Amos remembered?" Voldemort, who was very good at taking advantage of himself, took another step closer to Severus, and the two of them were almost stuck together, their figures overlapped and their hair intertwined.

"Remember." I regret why I didn't kick you and punch you a few more times when I didn't know your identity. There are not many times like this.

Looking Voldemort up and down, isn't he Severus now?Snape, it's too late to beat him up now, the reason is...

"Don't you think you're getting too close, Mr. Riddle."

"You can call me Tom Amos." Except for that goddamn stupid sweet tooth that only Gellert's blind old bee likes, only you can be called that.

Voldemort thought it was fine, and he stared at Severus' thin lips, expecting to call his extremely common name softly from his mouth.He believed that the person he was looking at would definitely be able to call this common name to make him fascinated.

"Please call me Mr. Warrier." The mountain didn't retreat, I retreated, Severus took two big steps back, forcing the idea of ​​beating him up, this guy has no borders and no limits in summoning Death Eaters.Moreover, Green will bring him here. With this attitude, let's just wait and see. (The ghost said his surname...and passed by.)

"Amos, why don't we talk to one side? It seems..." He indicated that there were too many onlookers. He was used to the attention of everyone, but the group of people around them were all Muggles, and half of their gazes It was glued to Amos.

"We have nothing to talk about."

"I thought you would want to know something about Green." Voldemort saw Amos' expression when he first appeared and Gellert's perfunctory and decisive retreat just now.

Gellert must have provoked Amos, so Amos rushed out with a murderous look on his face.

As for Voldemort calling Gellert Green instead of Grindelwald.That's so obvious.Even the saints don't know what they got the old devil out of, let alone Amos.

The basic inference is that when he asked Gellert to educate Severus, the old guy was passive and sabotaged and ran out to meet Amos, so after seeing him transformed into Amos, he put on a pose He came looking for a shop he had seen a long time ago.

Indifferently, this reason was concluded by Voldemort to nonsense the moment Amos appeared.

Although I don't know when the old devil became interested in being a matchmaker, but it is undeniable that he did a favor, and his value continued to play a role when Amos was kept.

Well...for the sake of letting them meet, he will use his discretion not to reveal...too much.

Obviously, this reason moved Severus a little, but he really wondered why Green had lured Voldemort over.If he wanted to reveal his secret, he didn't have to go shopping with Voldemort as he did just now, he just had to trick Voldemort into coming here.Or let Voldemort see Irene and Tobias while he was away.Although there are contract constraints, there is a way to disrupt his plan, although the cost of disrupting the plan is the collapse of the space.

He doesn't know about space, so he can prevent him from messing with him outside of the contract.But he was wandering around his house with Voldemort.Obviously waiting for him, so strange.What on earth is he trying to do?

As soon as Severus agreed, chat privately.Voldemort immediately stretched out his hand happily, indicating that his entourage should show up.Severus gave him a disdainful look and left.

Voldemort also immediately apparated to the French town of Mestre.Equivalent to Diagon Alley in the UK.It's just that the French prefer town-type commercial centers. They think that the streets that come and go in a hurry and exist exclusively for purchasing are too unstyled for romantic France.

Voldemort immediately saw Severus standing at the door of the most famous coffee shop in Methrett, and the mood index that had just been a little flustered suddenly doubled up several times.

"Amos, we really have a heart-to-heart connection."

"What? Don't you like cafes in the Muggle Quarter?" Let Voldemort sit there?Who would be so stupid.

"Of course not, please, Amos." Severus's words were taken for granted in Voldemort's ears, and it was his Amos who watched his expression all the time and knew that he didn't like Muggles.

Well... they still have a tacit understanding.

"Go ahead." Dismissing the waiter, Severus went straight to the point. No matter how many times he went through the cycle, being alone with Voldemort was not a pleasant experience.Whether it's him who is violent and killing, or now...well...he who is too weird.

"Amos, you are so heartless. You always mention him in front of me." Voldemort, who was about to change the subject, saw Severus frowned fiercely on the opposite side.The aura of the whole person was also elevated in vain, so he put away the nonsense resentfully, and briefly said that the reason why Gellert brought him here is actually... really simple.

"I just mentioned that I will never forget you..." After slightly embellishing the cause and effect, Voldemort unceremoniously stated most of the reasons, and put all the blame on Gellert.

In other words, Voldemort couldn't forget his previous image, and then Green brought him here to try a "chance encounter".

It wouldn't do him any good to do this...why would he do it?Just...boring?watching a play?Look at him and Voldemort...wait...

Severus, who was considering whether Green had other reasons besides going to the theater, suddenly remembered another key point is...

"Why do you keep thinking about me?"

"..." Voldemort.

"Just because I pointed my wand at you?" No way, but they let him go then, didn't they?He remembered that Voldemort was the kind who took revenge on the spot.Besides Dumbledore, who he couldn't move, and Harry?Potter has the halo of the protagonist.In the entire wizarding world, it can be said that no one can retreat unscathed after angering Voldemort face to face.

That said, he wasn't angry at the time.So...why are you obsessed with yourself?He looks like a Horcrux?Or the Sorcerer's Stone?

"..." The ellipsis can still express the complicated heart, "You don't know?"

"I don't know." Waiting for your answer.

"Amos... I'm interested in you..."

"which aspect?"

"In any way." It was provocative to sweep Severus's sensitive parts with ambiguous eyes.It's a pity that, as a senior Death Eater, Severus was looked at even more excessively by his own leaders. This vague and respectful ambiguity was not high enough.

After hearing Voldemort's words, Severus put on a straight face on the spot, and said something very proudly.

"I will not join any organization, neither the Saints, Death Eaters, nor the Order of the Phoenix. Sorry, but I declined your invitation. I believe that more insightful people will understand your goals, and your ideals will follow yours." To give all his allegiance to the organization." He would join the Death Eaters, but not now, and now he's six, which would spoil the plot.It is even more impossible to play two roles.He still has to go to school.

Severus' tone was pretty good. Although the Death Eaters were all lunatics, they were all powerful. One was worth ten in the Order of the Phoenix.Voldemort's ability to fall in love with him at such a glance is also an affirmation of his own strength.

"Amos... I'm glad you have enough confidence in your own strength." Voldemort looked at the other person's face and expressed his helplessness. The series of actions he expressed just now were ambiguous enough.His Amos is so pure.

From this, it can be confirmed that Amos is not a nobleman...at least not an ancient nobleman. You can see how sensitive the old nobleman is to this kind of ambiguity and invitation just by looking at Abu's mind full of waste.

"Amos, I mean, I want you to be my lover."

"..." The ellipsis can really express complicated emotions. "You are joking."

"of course not."

"I'm sure you're joking, Mr. Voldemort." Severus gritted his teeth on the spot and directly revealed Voldemort's identity. "Now you can directly say that you are close to my goal, and you don't have to beat around the bush."

"You know?" Voldemort's eyes lit up, and he looked at Severus appreciatively, saying he was right. "That's great, but Amos, I kid you not, Tom? Riddle is my name too."

"..." She gave him a hard look, got up and decided to leave.

"Is Amos French? That Muggle neighborhood...it's really special that Amos appears there." He said lightly, although it shouldn't be like this, but he had to admit that Voldemort was the best at threatening.

"You threatened me?" He was strong enough to keep the Dark Lord now.

"I'm just telling you I mean business."

"It's impossible, what a joke." That was what he said, but Severus also lacked confidence.If it was before, he certainly wouldn't think that a greasy old bat, a dirty Death Eater would be liked by anyone.

But in the management space, he saw too many people, and loved him without hesitation, and piles of picturesque praises fell on him.I also watched too much "myself", rejected those "lover" time and time again because of greasy, dirty, low self-esteem, poisonous tongue, etc., and finally was "impressed" by them to the happy HE.

After watching too much, he couldn't help wondering whether he was really as charming as they said, and his shortcomings were actually the most shining advantages.All people have a tendency to be masochistic, and it is uncomfortable not to be scolded by yourself.

Regarding his suspicion, the colleagues in the administration have more or less similar experiences, and they have come to two kinds of conclusions. First, those time travelers have learned about your life, so they will love you for sure , not to be confused by any appearance.Second, what they love is you described by the author, affectionate, guarding, and silently giving.etc.Once they don't know this, they won't fall in love with you, that is to say, what they love is you who was made tragic by the author.

But now it was wrong, now he was facing Voldemort, not the time traveler.And what Voldemort was facing was not the face of Severus, those other godlike, pointed noses, resolute facial lines, etc., did not exist.

The conclusion was that Voldemort could not have liked him.

"Amos, you are so sure, it really hurts my heart. Do you believe in your own charm at all? No, no, it's not appearance. If appearance can deceive people, I should fall in love with Abraxas or A beautiful veela."

"My charm?" Why is this sentence again.

"Amos, sit down. If you just leave like this, you should know that I will not give up. You will not doubt the persistence or energy of a Dark Lord."

"The reasons and means to make you stop. The parchment I recorded can definitely satisfy the appetite of greedy goblins."

"Tit for tat is not good, by the way, Amos hasn't answered me yet? Amos is French?"

"No."

"It's a pity, it's a nice place." Not French but not Ethiopian either.There are no wizards in that wretched place. "You left without leaving your name, but it's my great regret. This time Amos has to tell me something specific."

"I didn't say anything, you can come to the door."

"But you and I both know that it is impossible for Green to use the inside line a second time."

"That's right." Go back and clean him up.

"I've called you Esser since we first met." Looking at Severus to confirm the other's reaction, it was obvious that the professor had forgotten the name of the place he had just bluffed.

"This means perfection and mystery in the ancient elf language." It seems so.

"Esai means pregnancy in the ancient elf language!" The professor who really understood broke the small spoon that was stirring the coffee in his hand.