[HP] Reborn Christian

On the sofa, Lorraine and Enleck came in dragging a suitcase.

"Good day, DarkLord. I'm Lorraine Wrights, and he's Enlek Wrights." Lorraine and Enlek bowed to salute.

Voldemort nodded slightly at them, "Are you here to find Chris?"

"Yes, Chris has caused you trouble." Enlek smiled gently.

Voldemort turned his eyes away to stare at the flames in the fireplace and did not speak again, nor asked Lorraine and Enlek to sit down.

Lorraine frowned slightly. Is this how the Dark Lord treats guests?

Enleck smiled at Lorraine, Lorraine understood, stretched his eyebrows and continued to maintain his iceberg-faced image.

Little Chris came downstairs in a panic, noticing the weird atmosphere at the scene, feeling uneasy. Voldemort wouldn't know anything.But whether he knew it or not, he must be doubting now, and little Chris had to think about how to explain it.

"Morning, Lorraine, Enleck." Little Chris pretended to be surprised, "Why are you here?"

"It's getting late now." Enlek replied with a smile, "We received your letter. Thinking that you probably will live here until the end of the holiday, I sent your luggage."

"Ah, thank you!" Little Chris quickly walked over to take the suitcase that Lorraine was dragging in his hand, "You guys sit down for a while. I'll go and put the luggage." After speaking, little Chris went upstairs with the luggage. It looks like fleeing.

"Hehe." Enleck chuckled, "What a cute kid." As he spoke, he squinted at Lorraine, his smile was unclear.

Lorraine ignored it, went to the sofa and sat down, and Enlek also walked over and sat beside Lorraine.

When little Chris came downstairs again, he saw that the three of them were sitting on the sofa, quite like the posture of the three divisions being interrogated.

"Hey, do you want to have lunch first? Libby, go and prepare two meals and tableware." Little Chris is now ordering the house elf like the little master of the house.

The house elf who was summoned immediately leaned out from the kitchen he had just returned to, it should be.

"Chris, don't bother, we will leave after a while." Enleck said.

"Uh, anyway, Libby has already gone to make preparations. It's the same as if you go after lunch." Little Chris was a little embarrassed, and he suddenly remembered that this place seemed to be the Dark Lord's manor.

"Then we won't be polite." Enlek gorgeously ignored the real owner of the house who was sitting on the opposite sofa, and was so polite to little Chris.

"Yeah." Little Chris didn't react much when he saw Voldemort, thinking about it, he had already exceeded the rules a lot anyway, so it wasn't too bad, so he calmly accepted his current role as the little host who entertained the guests.Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, little Chris only realized that he was still wearing that pajamas when he lowered his head.

"I'm going to change clothes, you guys talk." Turning around, he walked away quickly.

The black pajamas embroidered with big peonies are really... well, enchanting.Little Chris felt that the fact that he wore this pajamas was the most depressing stain in his past life and this life.

Little Chris went to change clothes, but Voldemort, Lorraine, and Enleck were speechless.

The atmosphere became weird again.

【Voldy, who are they? 】Nagini woke up and saw two strangers, she was curious for a while.

【have no idea. 】Voldemort also wanted to know the answer to this question. Who would dare to visit him at the Dark Lord's manor?The most important issue is their relationship with Chris.Why were they the ones who brought Chris' luggage?Didn't Chris come home for Christmas?

Little Chris quickly changed his clothes and came downstairs, but he was still faced with this weird atmosphere. He silently greeted God in his heart, it must not let him live in peace.

"Enleck, do you want something to drink?" According to Little Chris's observation, Lorraine would not object to Enleck's decision, but Enleck might not agree with Lorraine's decision, so there is nothing wrong with discussing with Enleck. Also saves wasting saliva.

"Don't bother, we're not thirsty."

"It's been a long journey, how come you're not thirsty?" Little Chris sat down beside Voldemort, he was getting bolder and bolder.

"No, it's actually not far from home." Enlek's smile at the moment seemed strange to little Chris.

"Really." But little Chris didn't intend to delve into this issue.In fact, he was not interested in the address of the Dark Lord's estate, nor was he interested in the address of Wrights Castle.It wasn't his home anyway, and knowing the address made no difference to him.

"Speaking of which, Chris, you haven't caused much trouble to others, have you?" Enlek's soft tone was like a parent asking if the child was bothering others.

"Of course not. Do I look like the kind of disobedient child?" Little Chris pretended to be tender, curling his lips, quite childish.

"Hehe, I'm just asking. DarkLord is very busy, won't you waste his time by staying here?"

"No—is it?" Little Chris looked uncertainly at Voldemort who was exchanging feelings with Nagini.

"Of course. Chris lives well here." Voldemort looked at Enleck with a half-smile.

"That's because you took good care of it. In fact, Chris has some habits that are quite distressing." Enleck looked back at Voldemort, also smiling in an unclear way. "For example he doesn't actually like British food very much."

"Yeah, I thought he just had a bad appetite."

Voldemort and Enleck entered into a topic that little Chris could not understand, and it took a lot of brain cells to understand the words in this way.Little Chris suddenly felt that although Voldemort's soul was incomplete, he hadn't reached the stage of brain damage in the legend.The ancients did not deceive him with sincerity. It is better to have no books than to believe in books. Novels are deceiving.

"Uh, I'm just not used to it. But the food made by Lorraine and Enlek is quite to my liking." Little Chris wanted to end this topic, "By the way, when did you receive my letter? "

"Yesterday morning." Enlek replied without changing his expression.

"Oh." Fly appeared in the dining room directly at noon yesterday, and Fly did not take the letter with him when he left the room in the early morning of yesterday, and Fly did not return to the room before he continued to sleep after finishing Voldemort, and went back and forth from here to Wright's castle Does it only take six or seven hours?

Little Chris felt that it was necessary for him to ask Fly, although there might not be an answer.

"Master, Master Mettley, and two guests, lunch is ready." Libby appeared in good time, and for the first time, the image of a house-elf made little Chris feel entangled.

If Christmas night dinner at Malfoy Manor had given young Chris a stomachache, this lunch was more than a stomachache.Little Chris' intestines hurt.

There was no one talking at the table, Voldemort sat at the main seat and only focused on his own portion of food; Little Chris sat on Voldemort's left and absently settled the food in front of him; Lorraine sat with an iceberg paralyzed face The opposite of Reese ate in silence; Enleck had a gentle expression, and while eating, he glanced at Lorraine beside him from time to time.

The atmosphere was even weirder than before.

Little Chris felt that he should sell some stomach pain medicine for preparation. Of course, the more important thing was to go to the hospital to check if there was anything wrong with his several digestive organs.

After finally finishing the lunch, Voldemort went upstairs without saying anything.

Little Chris secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after a little politeness, he personally sent Lorraine and Enlek to the gate.Speaking of which, he and Wrights are only a temporary alliance, and little Chris has to completely insist on disguising himself.He had to be careful everywhere and acted all the time before everyone showed their hole cards.

Turning around to close the door, little Chris stared at the door in a daze.

This door... He seems to have an impression.

33 Now is question time

After sending Lorraine and Enleck away, Chris went back to his room, he wondered whether he should consciously explain to Voldemort about Wrights.

They are only a temporary alliance, and there is no clear agreement between them, except that Dumbledore is the one they have to deal with--little Chris doesn't have to deal with Dumbledore, he just needs to keep Hogwarts according to Royna's standards.The relationship between the two is ambiguous, and there is no need for little Chris to explain anything to Voldemort, but now it is hard to get close to Voldemort...

Inside Voldemort's study.

【Voldy, they didn't say anything after you left. Little Chris sent them out after saying a few polite words to the man with a gentle smile. ] Nagini truthfully reported what happened downstairs after Voldemort returned to his study. 【Voldy, where's the snack you promised? 】

Emotional Voldemort used food as a reward for Nagini to spy on little Chris?

【I will ask Libby to prepare it for you. 】

[Ah, Voldy, I love you! 】The snake girl was in high spirits, her tail wagging wildly.

[Nagini, go and play. 】

[It's cold outside, I'm going to sleep. 】

Nagini cocked her tail and opened the study door and slid out. It happened that little Chris stood in front of the door and raised his hand to knock on the door. He was stunned when he saw the door suddenly opened.

Little Chris met Voldemort sitting behind the desk, and the two were speechless

"Uh, Voldy, do you have time now? I have something to tell you."

"What do you want to say?" Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, his expression indifferent.

"This..." Little Chris closed the door and took a few steps closer, "What do you want to ask?"

Outside the window, snow fell again.

Little Chris' hand hanging by his side subconsciously grabbed the hem of the silver-gray woolen sweater he was wearing.A person's subconscious body movements are often the external reflection of his mental activities and inner emotions at this time.Little Chris is undoubtedly a little nervous right now.

Letting little Chris tell Voldemort directly with the preparatory words he made up would obviously not gain too much trust, and if he said something that Voldemort had never suspected, it would be suspected that there was no silver 300 taels here, and it would be easy to give away.Asking Voldemort directly, he could figure out what Voldemort believed and suspected.Needless to say, the benefits of knowing yourself and the enemy are the most important benefits of letting the other party ask questions to avoid saying things that should not be said.

"A question?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Ah."

"Will you answer whatever I ask?"

"..." Little Chris was troubled, "Maybe."

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly.

"I remember saying before that I hate your hypocritical face very much."

"Hypocrisy is a common characteristic of human beings." Little Chris did not shy away from it at all, and said so ironically.

"..." Voldemort was silent.The wizard nobles are more hypocritical than the other.He hated the hypocrisy, but no one told the truth.

"Voldy, just ask whatever you want to know, I... will try my best to answer."

"Hmph, are you bargaining with me?" Voldemort sneered.

"No, that's not what I meant. Voldy, it's fine if you don't want to ask, just pretend I didn't tell you about it."

"Since you want to tell, why don't I ask?" Voldemort said very calmly, "Who are those two Mr. Wrights?"

"This... I don't know how to say it." Little Chris observed Voldemort's expression carefully, "I only know that Lorraine Wrights is a hereditary Marquess, and they contacted me shortly before I entered Hogwarts to study , that I was not a Maitley child. My father died before I was born, and my mother was dying shortly after I was born, when she could not send me to the Wrights, so she had to send me Send it to a wizard family that won’t attract people’s attention and has a relatively good environment. Metley is a third-rate nobleman, and the current head of the house is useless. With their magic power, they will not find that I am not their child. And their family already has Eldest son, if I were the second son, I would be much freer."

Little Chris didn't know if Voldemort would believe this kind of talk, but he said so to little Ray and little Barty, so now he can only use the same talk to deceive Voldemort.

"Lorraine sent me a letter before Christmas to invite me to Leitusi Castle for vacation, but now they haven't told my parents...the Mettley couple told the truth, so I had to lie to them that I would stay at school for Christmas and go to Leitusi Castle without telling them .”

"The Marquis of Wrights? There doesn't seem to be such a family among wizards." Voldemort immediately pointed out the loophole in Little Chris's words.

"Maybe they're not wizards?" Little Chris looked blank. "I haven't seen them use magic, and there are no traces or items of magic in the castle."

"So you're half-breed? Who's your mother? What's her last name?"

"I don't know." Little Chris shook his head, "They didn't mention my parents much, and I don't even know their names."

Voldemort crossed his fingers to his lips, and it was impossible to tell from his expression whether he believed what little Chris said.

"But they are very strange." Little Chris looked puzzled, "There are only two people, Lorraine and Enleck, in the huge Letes Castle, and there are no servants or other family members. They do all the housework by themselves. But they seem to have a lot of work , Christmas didn't stop working. Well, you seem to be busy too."

"What about your owl...?" Voldemort asked another question.In fact, this is what he cares about the most.

"Uh, I don't know much about this question. I bought Fly at the pet store, when I went shopping in Diagon Alley before school started. I went into the store and said to the owl there, which smart one would follow I, Fly, smashed open the cage door and flew over."

"Huh, what a funny owl."

"Voldy, Fly didn't provoke you, did he?"

"I haven't forgotten what that owl did." Voldemort raised the corners of his lips. "How much more capable is your owl?"

"I don't know... Maybe Fly can turn into a human." Little Chris looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the British demon was similar to the legendary Chinese demon.

"Become a human?" A magical creature similar to Veela?

"Who knows. Voldy, what else do you want to ask?"

"That's all for now."

"Then I'm going back to my room, you should be busy."

"Wait." Voldemort called to stop little Chris, "I heard that Professor Slughorn is very special to you?"

"Huh?" Little Chris was confused by this sudden sentence.

"You can be exempted from Potions class, even O·W·Ls, N·E·W·Ts can be exempted from Potions. He didn't punish you for skipping Defense Against the Dark Arts class and copying homework, and invited you to join him Club. Such an obvious preference..."

"You want me to get the real Horcrux out of him?" Little Chris raised his eyebrows.

"No. I just want you to prove your case that Dumbledore misled me through Slughorn."

"Oh." Little Chris turned and left.

Voldemort made a good plan!Let him prove what he said by himself. There must be no evidence from Dumbledore. He can only start with Slughorn.

Back in the room, Little Chris sighed heavily.

"Hey, Fly, are you back?" Little Chris turned his gaze and saw Fly combing his feathers on the pillow.

"..." Fly raised his head and glared at little Chris, then continued to comb his feathers.

Little Chris calmed down, Fly always reacted like this, he was used to it.

"Fly, I have a question for you." Climbed up on the bed and sat down, "That day... Voldy performed Cruciatus on me, why am I alright?" Little Chris felt that this matter had something to do with Fly.

Fly knew that little Chris would come to ask him, so he glared at little Chris again, and pulled out the pajamas that little Chris had just changed before lunch from the pillow.

"Pajamas?" Little Chris grabbed the pajamas and froze.

No, is this thing a baby?

Fly directly answered Chris's questions with actions.

The claws rise and fall.

The moment Fly's claws caught the pajamas, it bounced away.

But for any malicious attack, the defensive magic circle on the pajamas will block it and bounce off the attacking force.

Little Chris was silent for a long time.

It seems that the former owner of this manor is very interesting, not only because of his unique taste.

"Fly, do you know this manor? Or do you know the former owner of this manor?"

"..." Fly stared straight at Little Chris without any other reaction.

"Isn't it? Then why did you choose this place in the first place? This is the address I used to order the newspaper, right? I remember that the abandoned manor I visited with you last time looked the same as the one here."

Fly still stared straight at little Chris without any other reaction.

"Fly, whatever you want to do, I trust you."

Little Chris sighed.

Fly turned his head away from the sight of little Chris.

Little Chris looked out the window instead.In a few days, the holidays will be over. !

34 birthday gift

It is said that Voldemort's birthday is the last day of the year - December [-]st.Little Chris lives in someone's house now, so he is too embarrassed not to give gifts.But little Chris didn't know if he should know when Voldemort's birthday was.

What kind of birthday present would someone like Voldemort hope to receive?

Little Chris was tangled and tangled, he couldn't give the diary like a Christmas gift, and besides, no matter how good the diary he gave, it couldn't be as good as the diary Horcrux that Voldemort gave.

So, what should you send?

Early in the morning, little Chris got up. It was rare to get up early, and he leaned on the bed while reading a book while struggling.It's not difficult to know Voldemort's birthday, isn't there a monster in his house, Hogwarts should have a student file, and it's completely believable that Fly got that thing.However, after Voldemort changed his name, his original name became a taboo, and little wizards of Little Chris' generation should not know it under normal circumstances.

Ha, on to Professor Slughorn!

Professor Slughorn also knew about Voldemort's preferential treatment for little Chris, and Slughorn liked Voldemort very much back then. Although the Dark Lord is awesome now, in the eyes of this teacher, Tom may still be His favorite student.Facing little Chris, a student he also admired, it was not impossible to occasionally mention Voldemort in the past.Coupled with the monster Fly, it is not difficult to tell this lie well.

Little Chris' level of lying has improved again, he dared to fool the Dark Lord like this.

What should I do when I am troubled?When a person can't figure out a problem, he should find a military adviser—if there is a military adviser around him.Little Chris thinks that the one who knows Voldemort's preferences best is the house elf who takes care of his daily life.

"Libby."

"What do you want, Master Mettley?" Libby appeared with a snap.

"Well, I want to ask a few questions."

"You ask."

"Voldy... what does your master like?"

"This..." Libby struggled again.What does the owner like?That's a question, and a question it can't answer. "A master has nothing to like, only things he doesn't like."

Little Chris was taken aback.What is "there are no things you like, only things you don't like"?

Voldemort lived in an orphanage since he was born. He was treated like a monster. He used to like to steal other children's things and hide them in a cabinet as a treasure. Dumbledore also educated him for this, and because of this, they treated each other The other party's first impression is not good.Little Chris remembered that what Voldemort stole at that time were actually junky things, and he regarded them as treasures just because they belonged to other children.

It's not that Voldemort likes those things, he just likes the feeling of taking something from someone else. The beauty of those tattered treasures lies not in the things themselves, but in the meaning they represent - the spoils of war.

So, can it be understood by Little Chris that Voldemort has no obvious preferences for items, what he cares about is whether those items are meaningful to him, or that he only has things he hates, and he only knows what he hates and what he doesn’t want, but he never Know what you like and what you want.

In this way, as long as little Chris didn't give Voldemort something he hated, he wouldn't be offended, but whether he could please the Dark Lord was another matter.However, what he wanted to give was a gift that would make Voldemort happy, at least to make Voldemort feel his sincerity.

Between temporary allies, sincerity is very important.

"Then what does Voldy hate?" Little Chris continued to ask Libby.

"A lot of things." Libby sorted out her thoughts, "Master hates sweets, messy things, old things..."

"That's enough. Libby, you go back to work."

"Yes." Libby saluted and left.

Little Chris gave up on Voldemort's likes, and what Voldemort hated was actually pretty much the same as what he thought.Those who grew up in an orphanage and later became the leader of a faction hated nothing more than those things that reminded them of their unbearable childhood.Little Chris decided to give a gift that would help Voldemort.

Speaking of things that are helpful to Voldemort, apart from power and power, probably what Voldemort needs most is something about immortality.

Do you want to send me a cultivation book?

But the little Chris who cultivated comprehension had only read novels in his previous life, so he couldn't be asked to write a comprehension novel, not to mention whether Voldemort would believe it or not. There is not enough time now, and it is too late for him to write it now.This is the [-]th.

The infinitely tangled little Chris finally decided to turn to Fly for help.This Fly, in the winter, also insisted on going out to find food by himself every night. While feeling relieved, little Chris felt a little guilty at the same time. He always felt that it was useless for him not to be able to take care of him.It is also incredible to raise an owl so that the owl can solve life problems by itself.Little Chris feels that he is not as smart as a bird, but he is relieved when he thinks that Fly80.00% is a monster.

Little Chris went downstairs to eat breakfast and Fly came back. Seeing Fly fly to the dining table, little Chris grabbed Fly's wings.

"Ah, Fly don't move your paws! I have something to ask you!"

Fly didn't move its paws, it moved its beak...

"Fly! It hurts." Little Chris stared at Fly sadly, "Go back to the room with me, I really have something to ask you, it's very important." Little Chris let Fly rest on his shoulder and arm.Fortunately Voldemort went out early today, otherwise he wouldn't be angry seeing him being bullied by an owl so unnoble!Even if you don't get angry, a cold stare and a burst of cynicism are indispensable.

"Fly, the [-]st is Voldy's birthday, and I want to give him a present... Uh, what do you think I should give him?"

Fly glared at little Chris, then spread his wings and left.

Does this mean "Are you an idiot for asking a bird this kind of question"?

"Fly, you can't do this..." Little Chris lamented, what crime did he do?How did you raise such a tsundere monster?

However, Chris believes that Fly will surprise him when he comes back again.Little Chris's trust in Fly, you let yourself say that he can't tell the reason, he just intuitively wants to trust Fly.Perhaps, there was some bond between them that he didn't know about.

After Fly left, he never came back. Little Chris waited from morning to night, and after taking a nap, he waited from morning to night again, and then he suffered from insomnia.

Where did Fly take so long?Little Chris was worried.This time was different from the last time. The last time Fly went out like this and didn't come back, it was at Hogwarts anyway, where no matter what, it was not as dangerous as human society - for a bird. Voldemort's manor was in the Muggle world, unlike Hogwarts which was far away from Muggles, what if Fly met a hunting bird?What should I do if there is a storm?What if I was hit by a plane? Fly can escape Voldemort's spell, but with the speed of the plane, if it encounters it, can it escape?

Little Chris stayed up all night, and the next day he was still waiting in a daze.To be honest, he is almost becoming a lookout stone...

Little Chris's mental strength is not bad, but now he is anxious that his not weak mental strength has brought a lot of burden to his body. He was restless and sleepless all night, and he finally couldn't bear it and fell asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, little Chris woke up disturbed by something strange to the touch.

"Fly! You're back!" When he opened his eyes, he saw the guy he had been worrying about teasing his face with the feathers on the tip of his wings. "Fly..." Little Chris' brown eyes filled with tears, "The way you woke me up today was so gentle, you used to peck or claw..." Little Chris was moved and gratified!

"..." Fly raised his paw...

"Ah, Fly pretended I didn't say anything!" Little Chris immediately surrendered, "You're finally back."

"..." Fly silently patted the things around him with his wings to attract the attention of little Chris.

"This is..." Little Chris picked up what Fly brought back, "Egg?"

Ha, it can't be Fly's, right? !

Such an idea suddenly appeared in Little Chris's mind, and then he was horrified by his own thoughts.

"Fly, whose egg is this?"

The black shell on a white background is the size of two fists, and it doesn't look like a duck egg or a goose egg.

Could it be a snake egg?But this is too big!

Fly didn't answer. He raised his paw and grabbed a piece of paper. Little Chris took the paper and read it.

The words on this paper are as long as they were typed on a typewriter...

"Typed on a typewriter?" Little Chris asked uncertainly. In this era, typewriters are very common. Compared with Fly writing with his claws, it is more realistic to type with that thing.

Fly glared at little Chris, who automatically interpreted that meaning as: yes.

"You wrote it?"

Fly still doesn't move, and little Chris still automatically understands: yes.

"This is the egg of a demon bird. This kind of bird can fly as soon as it hatches, can speak human words, and can travel thousands of miles a day. It can't be stopped by ordinary places. It is a very good messenger and can also carry out surveillance very well. Task."

"Fly, thank you." Little Chris didn't ask how this thing came about, didn't ask what kind of monster bird it was, and didn't ask why Fly gave him this to the Dark Lord.He just trusts Fly, that's all.

35 People Who Hate Birthdays

Because Fly finally came back and the birthday gift problem was solved, little Chris, who was finally able to sleep peacefully, slept until noon on the [-]st.After waking up, he remembered how important today is, and he hurriedly washed and adjusted his appearance.

The winter sun is always so gentle, but little Chris feels uneasy in his heart, which is very strange.He didn't understand where this anxiety came from.

Voldemort seemed to be very busy today, he stayed in the study all the time, he also hurriedly finished his lunch and then returned to his room quickly.Although he usually stays in the study like this, he always eats slowly and gracefully.

Voldemort was a little weird today.

Little Chris wondered, shouldn't everyone be very happy on their birthday?Looking forward to gifts from others; looking forward to sharing cakes and happiness with family and friends.

Could it be... Voldemort hated birthdays?So cheat yourself by being busy, divert your attention, and forget that today is his birthday?

Little Chris felt sad for this guess in his heart. If it was true, how big was the childhood shadow of the second-generation Dark Lord? Voldemort had achieved such a high status in the wizarding world for so long and still couldn't untie the knot in his heart, couldn't let go of the past.

His mother died at birth, and Voldemort must have thought in his heart that his mother had abandoned him, plus he was an unblessed child born because his mother used a potion to confuse his father, and he was ostracized in the orphanage And loathing, his own parentage and the loathing of others fed back to him into Voldemort's self-loathing.Hate birthdays, because he hates himself, would he rather not have appeared in the world?

Voldemort made Horcruxes in pursuit of immortality. Little Chris thought it showed that Voldemort loved himself very much because of his past experience. Everyone disliked his existence, so he couldn't let others do what he wanted. He must exist forever, so This is to prove that his existence is not a mistake.

Deep down in Voldemort's heart, did he still loathe himself?

Little Chris wanted to know the answer. He had never come into contact with someone like Voldemort. He was curious and felt sad for Voldemort.

At dinner time, Voldemort came downstairs to eat, and little Chris also went downstairs holding the eggs. Voldemort saw the corners of the eyes twitching slightly in the arms of little Chris, and thinking of what the child had done before, the Dark Lord suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Voldy, I got a good thing." Little Chris smiled purely.

"You mean this egg?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, what could this strange egg be?

"Hey, this is brought back by Fly."

"That owl's egg?" Voldemort's first reaction was actually the same as that of little Chris, both thought it was that monster's egg.

"No." Little Chris replied very calmly, "This is the egg of a demon bird. This kind of bird can fly as soon as it hatches, can speak human words, and can travel thousands of miles a day, and it can't be stopped by ordinary places. A very good messenger and can also perform surveillance tasks very well.” Little Chris recited the sentence on the piece of paper that Fly gave him without any scruples. Birds (eggs) are magical, so Voldemort should like this gift.

"So, it's more powerful than Dumbledore's phoenix? At least that phoenix can't speak human language, can it?" Voldemort's antisense interrogative sentence embarrassed little Chris.

That's right, the phoenix's status in the wizarding world is also at the mascot level, and his egg, no matter how I think about it, will not hatch a bird with a higher status than the phoenix. The phoenix is ​​the king of birds.

"Anyway, as long as it's useful, you'll know if it's a good bird when it hatches." Little Chris carefully placed the egg on the dining table and sat down.