[HP] Reborn Christian

Nagini was in Master Mettley's bed when Libby got there.Master Mettley asked me to take Nagini away, but when I was about to explain, Master Mettley's owl threw Nagini out of the door. Libby's words almost made people dizzy, but Voldemort finally understood what happened.

[Nagini, you should go to bed. 】Voldemort didn't want to listen to Nagini's complaints, the snake girl was quite difficult to coax.

【No! Voldy, you want to avenge me!You are not allowed to cover him!I'm going to eat that brat! 】

"Libby, take Nagini back to her room."

"Yes, master." Libby dragged Nagini away and brought Nagini back to her room?Where is Nagini's room?Libby became even more entangled, so she dragged Nagini into a random room.Anyway, Nagini lived in almost all the rooms in the manor.

[Voldy, I hate you!You don't want me if you have a newcomer! 】Nagini's crying was shut inside the door, and the night was finally quiet.

Voldemort looked up out of the window after finishing the last document in the study.Little Chris's owl?He remembered that the child followed him back alone, what happened to the owl that threw Nagini out of the room?

Lord Dark Lord began to think about little Chris when he was free. He brought the little wizard back to the manor on a whim. Originally, he wanted to try again, but now he was more concerned about the owl.

Killing Dumbledore and the Dark Lord didn't admit that he was struggling with Nagini being thrown out of the room.After all, it was also his pet. Bullying Nagini was equivalent to provoking his majesty as the Dark Lord, but Nagini usually caused him headaches, and he would not listen to his lessons. It was rare for him to be taught a lesson. .The two diametrically opposed moods made Voldemort struggle with what to do with the owl.

Can track down the owl that comes to his estate?

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and smiled wickedly.Interesting.

Outside the window, the snow seemed to have stopped.

"Christian Samuel Metley." Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, and the sleeping little Chris was awakened by this eerie call.

"Who?!" Little Chris broke out in a cold sweat. Although he died once, God knows that he is actually afraid of ghosts.

"Are you awake?" The moody tone became even more sinister. Voldemort sat on the chair by the desk and looked at little Chris with all his leisure.Obviously, he was very satisfied with little Chris's reaction.He, the Dark Lord, is still very intimidating.

"Lord!" Little Chris was speechless in surprise, why did the Dark Lord stay up in the middle of the night to play with this scary person?It's not like that for a brain-dead man!

"Not happy to see me?" Voldemort's cool words made little Chris even more terrified.

"Cough, how come. But Lord, are you still awake at this late hour? Your body is important." Little Chris smiled flatteringly.

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly without answering.His scarlet eyes stared at the owl next to little Chris. Fly's big eyes stared at him too.

Little Chris sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and followed Voldemort's gaze to look around him.

"Lord, he's Fly, my owl." Although the room was dark and Voldemort didn't pay attention to himself, little Chris still smiled innocently.Acting, you can't be lazy just because others can't see it, no matter what the situation is, you have to make whatever expression you should have.

"Fly? Owl? Really an owl?" Voldemort sneered, thinking he was an idiot?How had he never seen such a human owl?The eyes of this owl are clearly not the eyes of a bird.

"Uh..." Little Chris was at a loss for words for a moment, he wasn't sure what Fly was, could it be possible to tell the Dark Lord, "This is a monster, you can ignore it"?

"Hmph. You should know that cheating the DarkLord will do you no good."

"No, how dare I deceive you! I just don't know how to explain it to you."

"Say."

"Uh, that... Fly might be more than just an owl."

Voldemort and little Chris looked at each other with half a smile.

"Well, Fly is a monster." Little Chris lowered his head, anxious in his heart why Voldemort suddenly became interested in Fly, and he knew that Fly's sudden appearance in this manor would cause trouble.With Voldemort's suspicious nature, it's even more impossible for him to leave now.

"Do you think I am satisfied with this answer?"

"Lord, let's talk at dawn, it's getting late." Little Chris smiled flatteringly.

"It's good to talk now, the night is beautiful." Voldemort folded his legs, "I remember last time it was this owl that brought a copy of the internal documents of the Order of the Phoenix to distract my attention, and it turned out so easily You left."

"Hehe, Lord, you have a really good memory." Little Chris laughed dryly.

"At the dinner just now, I said I would give you a gift. What do you want?"

"..." Little Chris's heart skipped a beat, "Oh, no, no. I don't need any gifts, Lord, you don't have to give me anything." God, little Chris is about to cry, don't reward him Daxo's life or Cruciatus!

"That's impossible, I, the Dark Lord, will do what I say." Voldemort smiled and waved his hand, "Crucio."

Note: If you have any questions about Fly, please read the Qixi Fanwai (already posted) first, and please comment if you have any unclear explanations.

How 30 cups are made

The curse hit little Chris with its unique light, and little Chris closed his eyes in horror to meet the pain.

Unexpected pain, little Chris opened his eyes in doubt.

Voldemort was startled, his spell didn't work? !

Fly glanced at the pajamas on Little Chris, and he really didn't miss it. The defensive magic circle on the clothes was enough to resist the Dark Lord's black magic attack.Spreading its wings and flying, Fly decided to change the room and continue to sleep.

"Fly!" Little Chris panicked when he saw Fly flying away from Voldemort.He didn't know what mood he was in at this moment, he only knew that he didn't want Fly to leave now.

"Hmph, owl." Voldemort snorted coldly, and he made no secret of his contempt for him. "All petrified!"

"The wand is coming!" Little Chris found the wand at the same time Voldemort waved his wand and pointed it at Fly.With his speed of reciting the spell, he must have been too late to block the attack for Fly, but he believed that the monstrous Fly would not be hit by the spell so easily.While Voldemort's attention is not on him now, think of a way to escape... Little Chris sneered, he probably couldn't escape, as long as he is still in the wizarding world, he can't escape now, the Dark Lord is in the limelight, so, kill Voldemort can have a try.

Fly changed direction abruptly when the spell was shot at him and quickly flew out of the range of effect of the spell.

"Lord! Please don't embarrass Fly!" Little Chris said loudly.

"Oh, you really care about your pet." Voldemort sneered coldly.

"I think, Lord, you won't have trouble with a pet. Fly is just a pet, and it's not a threat to you, is it?"

"Then, you who talk to me while holding your wand on guard are a threat to me." Voldemort's half-smile expression made little Chris tremble.

"No, Lord, you misunderstood. I'm just a conditioned reflex, haha." Little Chris smiled apologetically, but there was no sign of letting go of his hand.

"Reflex?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, ignoring the technical vocabulary he didn't understand, "But you seem to want to attack me."

"Lord, it's almost dawn, do you want to take a rest first?" Little Chris changed the subject, cold sweat rolled down his cheeks, as if he didn't know.

Fly took advantage of the confrontation between Little Chris and Voldemort, and he was not paying attention to him, and left through the door. Seeing that Voldemort was like this, he would not think of stripping Little Chris's clothes. The suspicious but not calm Dark Lord thought Little Chris at best. There are some defensive alchemy items on his body, or he thinks that Chris is just a fluke.

"You don't need to worry about that." Voldemort said in a bad tone, he was already thinking about killing.

"Lord." Little Chris was desperate and did not intend to act anymore. He tore off his disguise and looked at Voldemort expressionlessly, but his eyes were sincere. "Can you hear me say a few words?"

If death was inevitable, he would fight to the death with Voldemort, at least he had tried, and he would not regret it after death.Having died once, he is really fearless. He has already earned the 11 years of his life.

but……

Little Chris looked straight into Voldemort's eyes, read countless HP fan fictions, there were brainless snake-faced cannon fodder Dark Lords, and there were also wise and powerful Dark Lords. Many people wrote about him, but Little Chris always felt that no one really understand him.

Sad but not the most miserable childhood in the world, Voldemort's young heart was gradually distorted after suffering.Dumbledore has always been wary and prejudiced against this extremely talented half-blood nobleman, and even designed to entrap him.In the end, Voldemort became the most powerful dark wizard, and at the same time, he cut his own soul and drove himself to death.

Does anyone find Voldemort's experience familiar?

Teenagers with childhood shadows eventually distorted their personalities and embarked on the road of crime because they were not rescued in time.A large part of the reason for juvenile delinquency is that the family, school, society and other environments have had a negative impact on them, but no one pays attention to them. It is only after they finally make irreparable mistakes that no one realizes how pathetic these children are. The behavior of adults is actually the biggest factor affecting them.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is good.Regardless of whether this sentence is true or not, human beings learn survival skills through imitation, and children are the mirror of adults. When Voldemort's mind gradually became distorted, no one told him what was right and wrong, no one taught him the correct outlook on life and values, and no one cared about his mental health.

Dumbledore may have been a good leader, a statesman, but he was never a good educator.

Little Chris wasn't sympathetic to Voldemort, just sad.

Adults only care about the words and deeds of minors but not their psychology. How many tragedies happen because of this?

Voldemort silently waited for little Chris's next words, he wanted to hear what this hypocritical little wizard who didn't take himself seriously had to say.Want to save your life?Hmph, how can he, the Dark Lord, be moved by just a few words?

"I want to be honest, whether you will kill me immediately after listening to it or not." Little Chris's tone was flat, without the awe he had pretended in the past.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, sat firmly on the chair, folded his hands on his knees, at this moment he was noble and elegant.

"Remember our first meeting? In that secret passage. Now Hogwarts is under the control of Dumbledore. It must be very important for you to venture to Slytherin's chamber of secrets. I was curious, so I took a closer look at Hogwarts After a few laps, unfortunately, I discovered your secret."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, thinking of what little Chris said before, he suppressed the urge to kill little Chris immediately.

"Horcrux." Little Chris knew that Voldemort wanted to kill himself very much now, but these words must be said, "Voldemort, do you know the meaning of a soul to a person?"

"I know it can fly me away from death." Voldemort smiled arrogantly, ignoring that little Chris had just called him by his own name.

"Oh." Little Chris sneered, "Haven't you noticed? The difference between you now and before you made the Horcrux. The incompleteness of your soul makes you irritable and unable to think calmly. Don't you feel that now Are you not as good as before? You used to be demagogic, but now you are intimidating."

"I feel like I'm stronger now."

"Yes, you are powerful now, and there are few people in the wizarding world who can match you. Uh... well, you are the most powerful." Little Chris corrected himself under Voldemort's stern gaze, this is not the point. "Do you know how many mysterious countries there are in the far east? There is a saying there that people have three souls and seven souls. If the souls are gone, that person will die."

"What do you want to express?" Voldemort seemed to be thinking seriously about what little Chris said.

"I want to say that you have cut your own soul. The consequence of an incomplete soul is that even if you are resurrected, that person is not you, and it is easy to be destroyed by possession." After a pause, little Chris asked, "Do you believe me?" Is it Christian?"

"Hmph, wizards never believe in God. 【Note】"

"But you should know that after death, the soul will go back to heaven to be judged, good souls will go to heaven, and evil souls will go to hell. This means that if your soul is not complete, you are not considered human at all. .”

"If I live forever, heaven and hell have nothing to do with me." Voldemort didn't care.

Little Chris is depressed, why can't he explain it clearly to this guy? I've been talking nonsense for so long, but I still haven't grasped the point, bastard!

"Forget it, let me put it bluntly. Dumbledore knows that you want to live forever, and he condoned you in making Horcruxes in order to eventually destroy you completely."

"Speak clearly!" Voldemort was furious instantly.

"I just talked nonsense just now to tell you that the soul must be complete, otherwise it will be very dangerous. Dumbledore knew that you had found the record about the Horcrux, he did not interfere and even cast the Imperius Curse on Slughorn to mislead You go this way."

"Your words..." Voldemort stared at little Chris's silent and wandless insanity, and little Chris turned his head and looked out the window when he saw Voldemort's eyes were a little strange.

"Look me in the eyes!" Voldemort snapped.

"Voldemort, it's actually illegal to casually peep into other people's brains." Little Chris really panicked now, it would be terrible if he let Voldemort see the memories of his previous life, damn it, he has never had such a strong desire like now God gave him golden fingers!

"You know Occlumency?" Voldemort once again selectively ignored some of little Chris's words, surprised that this little wizard had already learned Occlumency in his first year, and his Instinct was completely useless.

"Huh?" Little Chris was stunned for a moment, "Ah, of course. You know, Dumbledore likes to perform insanity on his students. I met you at Hogwarts and discovered the secret of the Horcrux. You can't let Mr. Principal know."

"Dumbledore likes to use Dementionment on students?!" Voldemort lost his composure for a moment. He didn't know there was such a magic as Dementionment when he was just studying. Could it be that Dumbledore also used Dementionment on him at that time? ?So Dumbledore has been guarding him against what?

"Well, probably." At least Xiao Ha is often read by him.Little Chris added silently in his heart.

"Hmph, that old bee." Voldemort sneered.

"Voldemort, respecting one's enemies is a good quality. Dumbledore is much more vicious than you. He is definitely a lion in fox's clothing."

"Dumbledore." Voldemort gritted his teeth. "I really want to kill him now."

"The worst way to attack the enemy is to kill him. At least you have to torture him half to death before killing him." Little Chris taught earnestly, oh no, it was an inducement.

"Torture Dumbledore? That's a really good idea."

"Yes, abuse his heart first, then torture his body, and finally torture him to death with poison." The right hand of little Chris holding the wand was full of sweat. He seemed to have done something wrong, teaching the Dark Lord like this Didn't it push him further down the path of crime?

"Oh, Dumbledore, I will definitely torture you slowly!" Voldemort's voice was full of hatred. "However, you seem to have diverted the topic." With scarlet eyes staring at little Chris's light brown pupils, Voldemort has not yet reached the point of being an idiot.

"Uh, hehehe," Little Chris smirked, "You found out. If you doubt the authenticity of what I just said, maybe you can go to Professor Slughorn to confirm it. I believe that with your means, you have to check It's not difficult to find out the facts." Little Chris jumped off the bed and stood in front of Voldemort.

"If, you will definitely kill me..." Little Chris raised the corners of his lips, and the wand in his hand instantly turned into a katana sword. He raised his hand and pointed the knife point directly at Voldemort, "I'm not afraid of death, but I will fight back. You I know, I've never been afraid of you."

Bluffing is a good tactic for the weak, but it also depends on who the other party is. A strong man like Voldemort will never be fooled, but little Chris's indifferent expression and firm eyes have already become what he can become. The knife's wand aroused the Dark Lord's interest.Little Chris was a talent, and it was a good idea to recruit him, at least Voldemort thought that little Chris was more useful than most of the mediocre Death Eaters under his command.

"Of course I won't kill you, at least not now."

Little Chris put away the knife and turned it back into a wand.

"Voldemort, we now have a common opponent - Dumbledore, within my ability, I can help you deal with him." Little Chris showed a bright smile, and he said to the Dark Lord, "Compared to that cloaked I like you better than an old lion in fox fur."

[Note]: Because the original book did not explain clearly, it is set here that wizards do not believe in God.At least Voldemort didn't believe in it. People who pursue eternal life generally regard themselves as gods.

31 The cohabitation life of chickens and dogs

Black silk pajamas embroidered with bright red peonies, delicate facial features, flowery smile, in the flickering light and shadow, little Chris's eyes made Voldemort lose his mind for a moment.

Such firm, persistent eyes.

Voldemort smiled suddenly, "You're very interesting."

This ambiguous sentence made little Chris's heart tremble. How could he not know that Voldemort is not only mentally retarded, but also perverted?This personality distortion is too big.

"Then, happy cooperation, Voldy." Little Chris switched his wand to his left hand, and extended his right hand to Voldemort.

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly and held onto little Chris's hand, really not understanding why the pure-blood Mettley would raise such a Muggle child.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Chris." Little Chris befriended Voldemort recklessly.He was finally able to live to see the rising sun later, and he was happy. Although the Dark Lord's soul was incomplete, fortunately his IQ had not dropped to the level of mental retardation, and the superior would not mind having a few more capable people under his command.Although they were only temporary allies now, needless to say, Voldemort regarded him as his subordinate [-]%.As long as he shows weakness occasionally and does not make Voldemort feel that he is a threat to him, his life will be saved for the time being.

"Then, good night, Chris." Voldemort was going to take a rest after a tiring day, and little Chris seemed to be forgiven.

"good night!"

Voldemort left gracefully—of course, he had to leave. For safety reasons, Apparation was not allowed in the manor. Little Chris heaved a sigh of relief, packed himself up and continued to sleep.

The sun rises late in winter and the light is soft.The snow stopped early, the sun rose slowly, and there was no cloud in the sky.

There was no fly cry, and it was already past eleven o'clock when little Chris woke up naturally.

Little Chris rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up to wash up.

Libby had already cleaned up little Chris's clothes and put them in the room, and little Chris changed his clothes in a daze and went downstairs.After being frightened too much at night, little Chris is still half awake.Thinking about when he was studying in his previous life, half of his days were spent in this state of getting up, having breakfast, going to school and attending classes...

"Master Mettley, are you up?" Libby was setting up lunch in the dining room on the first floor, when she saw little Chris coming downstairs with narrowed eyes, she immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Hmm." Little Chris responded, then covered his mouth and yawned silently.

"Lunch will be ready soon, you..." Libby hesitated to ask if he was having breakfast or lunch?The master is also really, why do you have to play so late! (...==) The breakfast was already cold, it would be bad to reheat it, and it would take a long time to make it again, and it would not be good to eat lunch directly.

"Hmm. Give me a cup of coffee first." Little Chris replied vaguely and then habitually asked for coffee to refresh himself.

"Coffee?" Libby was taken aback, drinking coffee just after getting up?

"No?" Little Chris looked at Libby suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that this was at Voldemort's house, not his own home in his previous life, and not Wright's castle.The Dark Lord should drink coffee, right?

"No, yes." Libby answered quickly, she was well-informed, she not only knew the coffees that Muggles loved, but also knew how to make them. Voldemort also used coffee to refresh himself occasionally, because the smell of the potion really reminded him of some unpleasant memories.Compared to coffee, it tastes better.

"A cup of Blue Mountain, thank you." Little Chris was still looking forward to the gourmet coffee he had only heard of before, and blurted it out in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

"Hmm. It's much easier to use than Fei." Little Chris muttered and sat down on the sofa in the living room.That fellow Fee has been missing until Christmas, huh!

Little Chris leaned on the sofa and waited boredly, his eyes closed after waiting, and while he was dozing off, he could still think that it was really bad that there was no TV here.His nerves are actually thicker and tougher than those made of reinforced concrete.

Voldemort came downstairs on time when it was time to eat, and saw little Chris sitting on the sofa sleeping in a distorted manner.

"Chris." Voldemort called little Chris coldly.

"Huh?" Little Chris habitually maintained a high level of vigilance when dozing off, and would wake up as soon as there was a "trigger".Just kidding, if the teacher catches you sleeping in class, you have to stand for at least one class. Sleeping standing up is very difficult, which means that you will not be able to catch up on sleep for a while.

"You are a nobleman." Voldemort frowned slightly, he paid great attention to etiquette and image.

"Understood." When little Chris saw that it was the Dark Lord, he lost his sleepiness and immediately sat upright, nodding repeatedly.People had to bow their heads under the roof, and Voldemort was now the big boss of the wizarding world.

Voldemort glanced at little Chris and walked towards the dining table.

The living room was connected to the dining room, and the dining room was connected to the kitchen. Libby came out of the kitchen with coffee when Voldemort sat down at the dining table. Voldemort noticed that Libby was holding something that looked like coffee, and raised his eyebrows.

"Master Mettley, the coffee you want." Libby walked towards Little Chris with the coffee.

"Just put it on the dining table." After finishing speaking, Little Chris couldn't help covering his mouth and yawning silently.

"Yes."

Little Chris casually walked to the table and sat down. The seat arranged by Libby was on Voldemort's left.Being so close to the Dark Lord, little Chris felt no pressure at all.All the aristocratic etiquette went to hell, he was so casual that he completely regarded Voldemort as his father...

Blue Mountain Coffee is worthy of its reputation. Although little Chris can't taste anything, he only knows that the texture and taste are good, but Blue Mountain is undoubtedly much better than the two-in-one instant coffee he has ever had.

After slowly drinking a cup of coffee, Little Chris felt refreshed. He looked at the food on the table and suddenly lost his appetite.

Another disgusting Western food. He has lived in the UK for more than ten years, but he is not used to it.Little Chris hesitated whether to eat or not.

While little Chris was struggling, Fly flew over from nowhere and landed on the dining table.

"Fly, good morning." Little Chris stretched out his hand to catch the evildoer, Fly raised his paw slightly with his eyes wide open.

"Uh." Little Chris remembered that Fly once gave him three blood marks with one paw. "Did you deliver the mail?"

Fly ignored little Chris, turned his head and combed his feathers.

Little Chris Blackline.

Voldemort ignored these two on the sidelines, he felt that these two were absolutely abnormal, based on the very little experience of getting along with little Chris, he came to the conclusion that it was best to ignore them, the Dark Lord didn't have so much energy and time to tangle The words and deeds of these two.

Forget it, anyway, it's at home, and I didn't throw embarrassment at others.

Voldemort comforted himself silently in his heart.Now little Chris is his subordinate, and his subordinates are so embarrassing, and he doesn't look good.

【Voldy, I'm hungry! 】Nagini made a lot of noise as soon as she came out.

[I'm hungry and find something to eat by myself. 】

Voldemort's hissed reply startled little Chris.He seemed to have some sequelae from being frightened at night.

【Ah, you bastard is here too! 】When Nagini saw Fly, she immediately yelled, 【Voldy, help him get revenge!This nasty bird is bullying me! 】

[Nagini, go find something to eat yourself. 】

【Where can I find food in winter! Voldy, why don't you get me something to eat, rabbit meat, I don't need to eat too much, just three. 】

"Libby, prepare three live rabbits for Nagini later." Voldemort said to the house elf accompanying him.

Live hares, Voldemort did this on purpose, Miss Nagini, who wanted to be lazy, still had to catch her own prey.

Libby nodded yes.

Little Chris ate his lunch in silence.Every time he heard the snake language, his hairs stood on end, especially after the shock last night.He still thinks that his own Fly is good, and it is good to communicate with Fly and speak human words, although Fly never answers with words but directly moves his paws or mouth.

【Voldy, you haven't avenged me yet!This bird is bullying me! ] Nagini suddenly remembered the question she had been struggling with before Voldemort changed the subject.

"Chris, Nagini cried to me that your owl bullied it. What to do?" Voldemort finished eating, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, and looked up at little Chris.

"Cough, cough cough..." Little Chris was choking on the steak he didn't love when he heard Voldemort's question like this.He just picked up a cup and filled it without paying attention to whose cup it was or what was in it.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." Little Chris came to his senses only to find that he was holding Voldemort's glass just now. God, that's red wine.

"Hmph." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth as if in a good mood.

"Fly has always had a personality. To be honest, Fly often bullies me. It's a common thing to move my mouth and claws." Little Chris said while holding his forehead. The red wine has a strong aftertaste, and he is a little dizzy now. "I apologize to Nagini on behalf of Fly, you help me..." Before he could finish speaking, Little Chris tilted his body and fell sideways. Voldemort reacted quickly and grabbed little Chris.

"Nagini, if you complain to your master again, I'll throw you into the trash can!" Fly threatened Voldemort viciously while threatening the snake girl.

Is Chris an idiot?To be so casual in front of the Dark Lord and expose his completely defenseless self.

Fly wanted to "grit his teeth" very much. He should be happy that little Chris is really innocent, and he trusts the Dark Lord who has just formed an alliance so much.

Sure enough, Chris is still too young.In other words, Chris is too confident in himself.

Voldemort straightened little Chris, "Libby, take him back to his room."

"Yes, Master."

Poor little Chris, he is still such a tragedy.From then until the next morning, he fell asleep.

This body is not as good as in his previous life, a little red wine can make him unconscious now, caffeine can't suppress alcohol.

32 visitors arrive

Early in the morning, little Chris woke up groggy, and sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before remembering that he had tragically downed a large glass of red wine at noon yesterday, and then passed out.

Little Chris swears that he will never touch alcohol again. Alcohol is harmful.

Seeing that little Chris woke up, he kept nestling on the pillow and Fly flapped his wings and flew away.

Is this monster guarding here because he is worried about him?

Little Chris fantasizes so much, he always understands Fly's behavior in this way.

After tidying himself up briefly, little Chris picked up the pajamas he changed yesterday and went to the bathroom to take a shower.Over the years, he has developed a good habit of taking a bath every day, at least once a day even in winter.At the same time, it has become a habit to change clothes after taking a shower, but there is no clothes to change here, so he can only reluctantly settle for the pajamas that made the corners of his mouth twitch.

God, Buddha, Guanyin, he has no underwear to change.So these days he was very calm and didn't change...

Thin silk pajamas are not suitable for wearing in winter. Little Chris is not a hero in martial arts novels, and there is no fireplace in the corridor, so he is cold.

It's cold, what's the best thing to do?

Little Chris's answer is sleep.

Neither food nor water, little Chris walked quickly back to the room and threw himself into the warm bed.After tucking in the quilt, little Chris closed his eyes and fell asleep beautifully.

At lunch time, Voldemort rubbed his brows wearily and went downstairs to eat, Nagini took a nap by the fireplace, and Libby was busy setting the table.

The doorbell, which had not been used for a long time, sounded weird. Someone rang suddenly, and the indescribably unpleasant sound disturbed the Dark Lord.

"Master, is Libby going to take a look?" Libby stopped what she was doing and asked Voldemort for instructions.

"Hmm." This manor didn't cast the Muggle-repelling spell or any hidden magic like other wizard manors. From the outside, it was just an abandoned manor. Generally speaking, no one would ring the doorbell here.Although it would be prudent to let the house-elf, who looked like an uncommon creature, open the door, Voldemort believed that the well-trained Libby could handle any trouble that might arise.

"Master, there are two gentlemen who claim to be surnamed Wrights. They said they are looking for Master Mettley." Libby didn't dare to open the door without authorization, and came back to ask Voldemort for instructions.

"Let him come in, and then call Chris down." Voldemort ordered after thinking for a while.

"Yes, Master."

The visitors turned out to be Lorraine and Enleck!

In the living room, Voldemort sits