[HP] Devil is alive

The towering Gothic castle has a breath-taking sense of oppression in the night, and the gorgeous and complicated design is not frivolous, revealing a dignified and majestic atmosphere in every inch.Looking up at it, it seems to be able to outline the majestic demeanor of the owner of the castle, noble, elegant and unprovocative...

The black roses in the garden bloomed quietly, and the young man quietly came to the castle, sniffing the surrounding air as if intoxicated.The seemingly unprotected City Lord's Mansion is actually full of murderous intentions hidden everywhere.If it is an ordinary person, it may have been lost in this sweet and dangerous fragrance.Going further inside, there will be even warmer hospitality...

A brown vine broke through the ground, and countless slender branches at the front grew out, getting thicker and thicker until it was as big as an arm, and then entangled with each other and leaned down.Messiah took advantage of the situation and sat up, and the vines lifted him up slowly like a wooden chair.

He didn't know about Tom's room, but he knew that Hamlet was still Tom's butler.

The enchanting eye that acts on the soul, even if the Messiah was lifted when he was dying in the previous life, and now he has changed his body, Hamlet still knows him.Mr. Housekeeper, who seems to be the same as usual, subconsciously respects him and regards him as the first master, which cannot be changed.

When the vines rose to nearly 20 meters, the growth gradually stopped, and there was a finely carved balcony in front of it, and when the Messiah approached, a sweet female voice came from inside: "Roland, what are you doing? "

The innocent and simple questioning voice was a little dull, but overall, it was as clear as a clear spring...

One can imagine how pure the girl who made this voice is...

It's Lucy.

Messiah jumped onto the balcony without making any sound, but the French windows of the balcony were pulled open at this moment.

The tall gray-haired man was dressed in a neat tuxedo, and his unchanging facial expression seemed to be a mask carved on his face. Even after regaining his youth, he was quite different from the old butler in his memory, and he still couldn't be mistaken, "You're back."

Hamlet saluted exactly like a textbook.

His hair was thick and lustrous, a metallic gray that looked handsome, and matched his stern face very well.However, Messiah is very clear about the death energy hidden in this vitality. This housekeeper... finally chose to become such an immortal existence, not only Hillary's wish, but also his own obsession.

The girl in a nightgown next to him held her fingers in her mouth, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Messiah with her big watery eyes blinking.After a while, he murmured blankly: "Brother Messiah..."

Lucy...

Messiah smiled at the girl who was still in her teens. After signing the contract with the Lord of Death, the girl looked even more stupid...

Stepping into this room in the castle, there is an illusion of spatial chaos for a moment.The Messiah asked the vines to find Hamlet by himself, and at the same time let Hamlet come to meet him. Before that, he knew nothing about the City Lord's Mansion.Walking in here suddenly, it is clearly the City Lord's Mansion, but it looks like...

This room is not narrow, on the contrary, it is very spacious, and under the background of the layout, this spaciousness is almost brought to the extreme - except for a two-meter-wide double bed with a thick mattress and a set of sofas , I couldn't find any other conspicuous furniture.Even though the existing ones are all expensive and meticulously crafted, the emptiness and the sense of loneliness constantly permeating around them still make Messiah feel very uncomfortable.

Desolate room, desolate color, silly girl, serious housekeeper and... lifeless puppet.Messiah frowned unconsciously, always feeling in his heart that the so-called prisoner in this room, which could be called a prison cell, was... Tom.

"Master is in the bathroom." The housekeeper explained as if he had seen through his heart.

At the same time, it was confirmed that the owner of this room was Voldemort.

"Leave him." Messiah stopped Hamlet who wanted to take the puppet away.

When everyone leaves—even if it’s just the silent housekeeper and the mentally handicapped girl, the surrounding air cools down more quickly, almost freezing... Messiah turned his head sideways, and the "he" from his previous life sat on the sofa On the ground, motionless, his eyes quietly looked at the front where there was nothing, even blinking very slowly.

The room suddenly became bitterly cold, and Messiah saw that the windows were clearly closed, and the curtains did not even move.He hated this place, heavy, deserted... no, it was silent now.He quickly got the required blood from the puppet and concealed the wound.

"He" still didn't respond.

Messiah didn't like him, very much!Leaving aside Tom's weakness, he knew that killing him would do him no good, and it didn't matter if he was kept, but Messiah still wanted him to die!Slit his throat, cut off his limbs, let him completely... completely disappear!

Thinking this way in his heart, the body is also habitually faithful to his heart. The human skin fades from the fingertips, the sharp nails grow little by little, and then the fingers, fine scales emerge...

"Messiah?" Voldemort said in surprise, "Why are you here so late?"

The man in the bathrobe walked over quickly and hugged the boy into his arms, as if he really didn't know anything, with a look of surprise on his face.

But this is too fake. As a wizard and an undead, how could he not know that someone is coming in from outside.

Messiah put away his claws and the vial containing "his" blood without any trace, and was held in this person's arms at this moment, while "him" was sitting aside, which gave him a very subtle feeling.

The man rubbed his hair, and there was still a faint scent of wetness on his body, which could be clearly smelled with his movements, "What happened? What made you come here so late without a break? My dear godson..."

If you want to do this, then I will accompany you like this, pamper you, not expose you, and not make things difficult for you.

But you know... no matter how much you pretend, it's just a pretend after all.

He tightened his arms, letting the teenager lean into his arms tightly, cuddling each other in this room as cold as an icehouse...

"What's the Ministry of Magic doing?" Messiah asked after a while.

"No movement on the surface, just sneaking in when there is a crack in the back, it's still the same." Voldemort said relaxedly.

"What about the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Order of the Phoenix? They don't care about either side. It's always been like this."

Voldemort's answers to both questions were veiled.But this doesn't make Messiah change his mind. Even Abraxas rarely talks about these issues with him. Couldn't Messiah find out about it from other places?

"But the Ministry is fighting for the Order of the Phoenix, whether it's Hogwarts or St. Mungo's..."

As soon as the topic of Messiah started, Voldemort stopped him, "Dumbledore doesn't care about that."

"Yes, the Order of the Phoenix swore they would remain neutral. But Dumbledore also said that it was for the sake of the wizarding world. Once any of you do something 'harmful to the wizarding world', his oath will be voided immediately, as long as he wants , the matter of 'endangering the wizarding world' can be confirmed." Messiah was referring to the incident with the Ravenclaw girls last semester.

The prophecies about Oscentias in the newspapers have been discussed for a long time. This is a vicious murder, even if it is interrupted by some new "big news" from time to time, it will soon make a comeback with perseverance.Again and again, Slytherin and brutal murders are always linked together, even if nothing is done, it is an invisible blow to Voldemort's reputation.

"But the investigation has made no progress so far. I have enough evidence. This matter has nothing to do with me. You don't need to worry about it." Voldemort stroked Messiah's hair, not caring about it at all.

"When you are questioned too much, you will be disqualified as headmaster, even if your surname is Slytherin..."

"More than half of the board of directors live in Endless City, and they are on my side."

"You know better than I how much real power the board still has at Hogwarts."

"It's all the same, he can't do anything to me."

Just as Voldemort's foundation was the Everlasting City, for Dumbledore, Hogwarts was his turf.Most of the professors belonged to the Order of the Phoenix, and those who did not join "consciously" stood on the periphery.Of the four colleges in the school, only Slytherin supports Endless City. Will Dumbledore cut off the entire Snake House because they support Voldemort?This must be impossible, so when he wants to take back this part of his rights, he will start with Voldemort. No matter what method he uses, under the current situation, the Ministry of Magic can find a reason to attack Voldemort.At the same time, losing the post of dean, Voldemort may lose some of the talents that should belong to him.

"What are your plans for the Ministry of Magic?" Messiah wished he could help Tom.

"They can't make any big waves now, they've just started to improve, so let's continue to raise them." Voldemort said half jokingly, half seriously.

"Keeping?!" Messiah unconsciously raised his voice, "They are not pets, you want to keep a pack of wolves in the garden?!"

Seeing that Voldemort was about to explain again with an indifferent expression, Messiah blurted out the sentence he struggled with earlier: "You don't believe me?"

"No!" This time Voldemort answered very simply, and finally became a little nervous, "It's just that you don't have to worry about these things. I said I can handle it well."

So the previous answer was indeed perfunctory, because...he can handle it by himself, don't worry.

Voldemort found that there was a big hole in his words, and he couldn't expect the Messiah to be so incompetent that he couldn't hear them.

"Yes, you can handle it well," Messiah nodded affirmatively, "I didn't question your ability, but there are many things..."

"Many things need to be deliberated." In the past, Messiah would add a sentence here: You are not experienced enough or you are young... Or to put it more bluntly: Don't be so narrow-minded.Of course, maybe he still wants to say that now.But Voldemort didn't like the Messiah speaking in that tone!He's not a kid anymore, he knows what he's doing, he wants to protect the Messiah, not get pushed aside by him saying you're young and blah blah blah!

"I mean you can discuss it with others."

"I know, but..."

The blood-red eyes met those gray-blue eyes, and at that moment, some thoughts were leaked out—not completely leaked out.

But you don't have to worry about that.

——This is the second half of the sentence you want to say.

I know, you have grown up, you already knew it when I was born in this life.

I also said, I have done what I can do, you will become a great existence, and I have no other regrets.

These things I have thought about and decided on are inadvertently forgotten by myself.

It wasn't until just now that I suddenly recalled it.Not only because I have nothing to give you anymore, but also because of my attachment to you... I can't bring it to the afterlife, I can't always remember it, I have it... So, I dare not approach you anymore.

Yes, it's not only Tom who longed for me from birth, when I saw your heart, it was more likely just the day you were sent back, through the curtain, I saw you, and when you saw me, there was something in your eyes The surprise and attachment... At that moment, I really thought for a moment that if I could get someone's wholehearted affection, I would have found that oasis where I can rest and rely on...

By the time Voldemort reacted, the weight of that man was no longer in his arms.He stood up immediately, and as far as he could see, there was only the empty room he was familiar with, and the lifeless puppet.

Heck!

He wanted to chase after him immediately, but...

"That's enough Hillary, come out!" The black-haired Lord stopped his steps very naturally, as if nothing had happened, turned around and sat on the sofa gracefully, "Dear Lord Bruch, There is a problem at work? You came to see me like this..."

A small black bat flew out of the shadows, turned into a handsome blond man, and sat down on the vacant sofa opposite Voldemort indifferently.

"Full marks, if I didn't see it, I might think nothing happened." The blond blood said with a frivolous smile.

"Thank you for your compliment, but..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes lightly, with a terrifyingly beautiful expression, "You can't intrude into the Santo's mansion, especially..."

"No, I mean it well!" Prince Bruch said firmly, "I came over immediately when I heard the news, but I didn't stop you..."

So some noble blood lord turned into a bat and listened to the whole process-perhaps with images.

"He took 'his' blood," Hilary said suddenly.

Of course, this move seemed to divert attention, but Voldemort glanced at the puppet beside him and shook his head, "He won't do anything..."

"You see, you also know very well that he will not do things to make you angry," Hillary said. "It is even possible that you know what he thinks, after all, you were so close. What is right is right, the Messiah should accommodate you and obey your arrangement."

"Your Excellency Bruch..."

"I'm not idle, really, if you say I'm idle, I will cry, I will cry," the blond blood man blinked his ruby-like eyes, "For Lilith's sake, As partners, as... friends of... your steward, I think you should stop doing this if you can."

"..."

"Look at Messiah's expression just now, he loves you, brother," Hilary sat down next to Voldemort aggressively, "but you both have problems, Voldemort. Don't you think you are too nervous? He It's Messiah, your former brother, even if he was... I'll fall into his hands. Anyway, he is not a weak woman. You protect him like this, and you are almost sicker than him... Cough... Than It was even more tense.”

Voldemort didn't speak, and looked at the French windows of the balcony, seemingly absent-minded.

"In other words, you are not nervous, you let him be free, and you indulge him in whatever he wants. If he doesn't recognize you, you agree. In order not to make him feel uncomfortable, even if you often visit him, you pretend you didn't. .The rest of the day you have to manage the endless city, manage the Slytherin house, and then play games with the Ministry of Magic, appearing less and less in his sight, as if you really don't care about him. Don't be absolutely To deal with some things, the relationship is between the two of you. You have to understand this first. It is not something that can be sustained if you work hard and persevere alone. You all have this idea, but no one says it, and you do your own thing , if things go on like this, when will it be big..." Hilary smiled, and her soft voice finally fell silent.

It is really painful to work hard alone and persevere alone...

"I've said so much, actually..." Hilary said with a serious face, "Actually, it's really for your own good! It would be great if your housekeeper becomes the Messiah in the future, he can give you everything After the arrangements are made, the range of activities will not exceed your line of sight, his desire to take care of you is satisfied, and your desire to see him and hug him anytime and anywhere is also satisfied..."

"Then Roland can go to your place to take care of you, and you are satisfied." Having said so much, this sentence is the point!

"I am sincere, I will cry if you do this, I will cry," Hilary said with a look of grief, "Foddy, you have to take care of yourself, everyone in Endless City depends on you..."

"You are too loud, Hillary, get out!" The man who had recovered the majesty of the city lord began to drive away.

"You've been up for a few days. If Messiah hadn't been absent-minded, he would definitely have noticed. How worried you are then."

"Hillary, regarding these cases, I ordered the Law Enforcement Department to send personnel to the Justice Department to cooperate in the investigation!"

"Then..." Hilary flashed expectant eyes.

"Block the news about the encounter with the undead a few days ago, strengthen patrols and guards, and don't cause panic."

"And then……"

"After it's all settled, you can take a vacation with pay. You can take a one-month vacation after you arrange your work. Go..."

"Good night, Foddy," Hilary blinked innocently and innocently, "but to be honest, I suggest you take a good rest, you know...you will be worried."

"I see……"

He himself is not like this...

Voldemort drew the curtains and sat on the ground leaning against the glass of the French window.From this point of view, even the biggest bed is much smaller. The whole room is big and big, but it is weirdly narrower, and it is so crowded that people can't breathe.

When that person died, he made up his mind to bring that person back to life perfectly—and failed.

This blow made him feel miserable, the urge to do something, the urge to destroy something... These cannot be resolved by death.He began to revenge himself like masochism, locked himself in this large empty room, felt the suffocating coldness every second of every night, it was colder than the body of his deceased, filling his empty chest...

He vowed to get that man back.

He swore that when he came back, he would send the best in the world to him.

He swore he would never make him sad, sad...

But is it really wrong to do this... He understands well, not only himself, but the Messiah is also... angry.

For the first time in many years, Voldemort felt tired.When I came back from the outside a few days ago, I encountered five undead, one low-level, three intermediate-level and one high-level. At that time, only Abraxas, Hilary and Roland were by my side. I was worried that they would be injured or infected. Voldemort stepped forward to deal with them alone. , absorbing the dead energy of five undead.After being told that the Messiah was not here, there was no time to take a rest, so I immediately checked the documents accumulated during his absence without stopping, hoping that I could see him before school started as soon as possible.

He couldn't let go of his ambition.

The same cannot be done with the Messiah.

But what Hillary said, is it really wrong for him to do this...