[HP] Reborn Christian

Thinking about it, he seems to have seen people use the word "artist" before. Anyway, the definitions of the names themselves have overlaps and ambiguities. Those who haven't studied it carefully think that they are all the same, no matter which word they use.

"His power system should be spells, including magic circles and spells." After thinking for a while, Little Red explained, "Different from your wizard's spells, his spells may be longer."

Little Chris was dizzy.

The current spell is so short, is it the result of being simplified?

"It's so complicated. Anyway, Elaine is very strong and against the sky, right?" Little Chris was stunned by Little Red's extremely professional analysis. He used to feel depressed when he read novels. Why are those authors so strong? , How difficult it is to set up those complete power systems. After watching it for so long, in fact, he completely knows what it is and doesn't know why.

"Fly said that he might not be able to beat Elaine just by fighting skills."

Is this a bolt from the blue?

No, little Chris should have understood early on that he might not necessarily have that king's fate. Fly is a golden finger given to him by God, a cheating tool, but it's not a cheat book that can guarantee him unimpeded passage.Even if he wants to run rampant, it can only be the world of wizards described in the original book. There are too many variables in this world. Even with a powerful traveler like Elaine scheming by his side, he can only make long-term plans and fight desperately at best.

What Little Chris is worried about is that his ending will be death and miserable.

"Chris, to be honest, if there is a chance to go home, would you like to?" Little Red's tone suddenly changed, and little Chris couldn't adapt, so he reacted for a full minute.

"Go home! You mean to go back to my previous life's home?"

Little Chris's eyes were wide open, and he grabbed Little Red's wings excitedly.

"Yes. Fly...maybe there's a way to get you back."

"..." Little Chris was silent for a long time.

Go back, of course he would.Not to mention whether he can really return to the world and era when he left, even if he goes back, things are different, is it possible that he is really looking at his family as he thought before?Maybe he can get close to them on purpose and show filial piety to his parents. It must be impossible for him to have the same feelings as his own. At least he can treat them well, satisfy the little regret in his heart, and let go of his worries.

"Of course it's good to go back. But...here..." Little Chris didn't want to leave.He hasn't forgotten that he wants to help Little Lei and Little Barty.There is nothing to eat with the Dark Lord!

Besides, Voldy was really worrying.

Dumbledore can be said to be the most powerful character in the whole set of original books. No one can beat him. Voldemort is not good to little Chris, and he will torture him from time to time, but little Chris doesn't think it's Voldemort wrong.

No way, after reading too many beautiful Voldemort fanfictions, little Chris thought from the bottom of his heart that Voldemort was a promising young man who was persecuted by the real society, caused his three views to be wrong, and finally went on the road of no return.Well, no, Voldemort was a kid when he started going astray.

In the end, it's all Dumbledore's fault!

In such a big wizarding world, the laws are empty words, and there are no welfare institutions such as orphanages, so many young wizards are tortured, and they go crazy and brain-dead.Look at the love tragedy between Dumbledore and Grinwald, then look at Voldemort who became a terrorist, and the Krue who was doomed to be troubled and troubled before he was born. The protagonist, Jun Xiaoli, whose parents died.

Why has no individual discovered the incompleteness of the social structure of the wizarding world for so long?

Sure enough, those guys from the Ministry of Magic are too corrupt to do business with their salary.

"Fly asked you, is it because of Voldemort that you don't want to go back now?"

"Of course not," little Chris denied, "Why would I not want to go home because of a person who hurt me twice? I've been thinking about going back for so many years, and the thought of leaving this annoying wizarding world is almost crazy. After making so much preparation, how could he change his original intention.”

"Go home? So Chris, don't you want to live in my manor at all?" Voldemort's deep and charming voice sounded suddenly, little Chris turned around in horror and saw the Dark Lord in luxurious wizard robes leaning gracefully against the door frame of the room. Eyebrow stared at himself.

72 Holidays Won't Sink

"Uh...that's definitely not what it means." Little Chris was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain, "It's a misunderstanding, really."

"Misunderstanding?" Voldemort obviously didn't believe it, "Dumbledore has promised to let you go back with me. The punishment is only up to today, and I promise Dumbledore that I will personally give you other punishments and supervise you to complete them. So, no matter you Like it or not, you have to go back to the manor with me today." Voldemort strode into the room, "You don't need to pack your things, just follow me, Chris."

"Okay..." Little Chris wanted to cry.Falling into Voldemort's hands would be worse than Dumbledore's!That fellow Dumbledore would torture his heart at most, and Voldemort would torture his body as soon as he made a move. Although being tortured is more painful than being tortured, little Chris would rather be tortured!He is afraid of pain, Cruciatus really left him with a lot of psychological shadow.

"Red, go back to the manor with Fly first, and see if Libby has tidied up the room."

"Yes!" Little Red flew outward with his head as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Fly glared at Voldemort, then followed him away.

Little Chris looked at Voldemort cautiously, not knowing what he was trying to do by separating the two birds.How terrifying it was to be alone with the Dark Lord in the middle of the night!

"Follow up." Voldemort said two words coldly, turned and walked out of the room.Little Chris gritted his teeth, not for the first time, not afraid.

Voldemort took little Chris for a long time before he arrived outside the gate of Hogwarts. He could use apparition apparition when he left the castle. Habit.

Seeing the Thestrals again, little Chris's reaction was still the same, showing no love for such an ugly creature. Voldemort's car didn't look luxurious from the outside, but when one sat in it, one would find that it was considered a luxury in terms of comfort alone.

Soft cushions, backrests designed in line with human physiology, and interior spaces decorated so that people have the illusion of visual openness, tsk, people who really enjoy themselves don't care about the external image. No wonder Voldemort in the original book finally transformed himself from a young man A man with a snake face.

But what little Chris can't figure out is how practical the snake face is, except that it can scare people with horror.

Little Chris relaxed his body and leaned on the seat, and Voldemort was sitting opposite him. Under the dim magic lamp, Voldemort's face was even paler, coupled with his blood-red pupils, it was quite scary.Little Chris thought that Voldemort could actually cosplay a vampire.

Speaking of vampires, how come there are werewolves here but no vampires?

"Chris, why have you been staring at your face?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow and asked little Chris, the child's eyes just now were very strange.

"I wonder if there are any vampires here."

"Vampire?" Voldemort frowned.

"A creature as powerful as a werewolf. It is said that they are enemies of each other, and the toxins in the bodies of the two can restrain each other's bloodline. If the blood toxin of the blood race is used as a research material, it may be possible to make a medicine to suppress the bloodline of the werewolf." Without thinking about it, little Chris recounted what he had read in the novel in his previous life.Snape didn't seem to know that Lupine was a werewolf, and he didn't start the research and configuration of the wolfsbane potion. Little Chris always thought that Lupine was innocent, and always wanted to help him. Now he took the opportunity to raise it, maybe Voldemort could do it something.

"Where did you know this?"

"I forgot, I probably read it from some unorthodox book." Half-truths are what little Chris likes to say the most, and Voldemort has no way of verifying them.

"If this is the case, there may be a way to make a medicine that prevents werewolves from transforming on the night of the full moon." Voldemort thought this was a very good idea. Many wizards have been bitten by werewolves unfortunately. If the potion of bloodline rescued them, then his strength would be even stronger.It would be even better if a medicine could be made to control the blood of werewolves by will!It's just that vampires are very powerful, how to get their blood?

"By the way, Voldy, have you ever heard of blood hunters? Humans who specialize in hunting vampires. I heard that they are very powerful. They even have half the blood of vampires, but more of them have the ability of vampires."

"That's right... the blood hunter you mentioned must be very strong, I wonder if it's stronger than a wizard." Voldemort's eyes were full of sarcasm, and little Chris was startled to slip his words.Talk to a wizard and never underestimate their abilities.Chris Jr.'s praise of the Blood Hunter is clearly mocking the wizard's incompetence.

"You think, wizard, you can't even handle a vampire, huh?"

"No! No." Little Chris hurriedly explained, "I just heard. And... Even if you disagree, you have to admit that the average adult wizard is too weak now!" Little Chris!Hot-blooded, he said everything, "Isn't it? Most wizards now reject black magic that focuses on attack, while white magic that is weak in attack and focuses on defense and healing is the mainstream, especially in the UK. Gwartz! It's ridiculous that people who don't know the truth think black magic is evil."

"Because the bad wizards who have started wars for a long time are proficient in the dark arts." Voldemort sneered with a smile.

"Hmm... Maybe. I read a lot of books left by Ravenclaw, and there are many explanations of magic in it. I found that in fact, no matter black magic or white magic, as long as it is high-level magic, the attack strength is the same. And light magic has a blessing effect on dark creatures. Voldy, have you heard of the different attributes of magic? The Unforgivable Curse."

"It seems...you learned a lot at Hogwarts." Voldemort smiled half-smile.

"Hey, Hogwarts didn't teach me anything, I just read a lot of books. Ah, it seems that we got off topic, what were we talking about just now? It seems that we talked about blood hunters. In fact, some junior vampires are very weak. Adults A wizard can handle it alone. A powerful dark wizard can even kill them in seconds."

"You seem to be very dissatisfied with the teaching at Hogwarts?" Voldemort ignored little Chris and deliberately avoided the topic, continuing to focus on the topic of Hogwarts.

"what?"

"You told Dumbledore that the class taught by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is very boring, and listening to his lectures is better than reading books for self-study?"

"Ah, it's true."

"So you skipped classes recklessly?"

"That's right." Why does little Chris have the "illusion" that something bad is about to happen?

"I propose to Dumbledore that I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next school year."

"..." Little Chris looked at Voldemort stupidly with his light brown eyes open.How could he remember the curse of Voldemort who had heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in his previous life and was asked to teach this class but refused?As a result, little Harry changed his Defense Against the Dark Arts professors every year during his several years at school. The first three years were especially miserable. None of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors really taught them anything useful.Even Lupine had only taught young Harry one of the calling guards, and maybe other things, but certainly not much.Little Chris is not sure about the black defense class after that. He has never seen the original book. He really only watched three movies and countless fans.

"Dumbledore agreed."

Voldemort's current smile was dazzling in the eyes of little Chris.

"I once offered to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but unfortunately I was rejected. If it weren't for your problem this time, I think Dumbledore would have refused the same. Look at this point, you used my manor address to subscribe to the Muggle newspaper ,Never mind."

Feelings, he, the Dark Lord, still remembers this matter!

Little Chris wanted to cry.

"About the newspaper... At that time, I couldn't do anything about it. Fly found the location. I thought it was deserted, so I used it." The subtext is who told you to leave the outside of your manor dilapidated and not repaired or cleaned. , Anyone who looks at it from the outside will think it is deserted. If the government sees it one day, confiscate the land, demolish the house and rebuild it, it will be more fun.

"It's so difficult for me to engrave my name on the door plate to tell everyone that this is the Dark Lord's manor?" Voldemort mocked little Chris for not understanding that he deliberately let the manor look desolate from the outside in order to disguise the people living inside. The man was him Voldemort.

"Eh? You can see the moon here. It's hard to see the moon when you live in the cellar at Hogwarts." Little Chris pretended to be stupid and changed the subject.

"Hmph." Voldemor snorted coldly and didn't bother.

"Werewolf, I can't watch the full moon with peace of mind for the rest of my life. It's actually very painful." Little Chris' feelings of compassion came out somehow.

"Can you do it? Poison that suppresses werewolf or vampire blood?" Voldemort suddenly laughed meaningfully.

"Voldy, are you kidding me? I am cursed, and the things I make usually only poison people to death." Suddenly thinking that Elaine was almost poisoned by his cake on his birthday, little Chris had a sudden thought, what if If you really can't beat the opponent, just poison it.

"Hmm." Voldemort himself was just talking casually, and he didn't plan to really expect little Chris to do it. Chris, a little wizard, has no talent and no morals, so he can't be trusted. "About black magic, what do you want to learn?"

"Dark magic?" Little Chris was stunned. Is Voldemort doing market research and going back to prepare lesson plans and wait for the next school year to take office?

"If you want to learn anything, just say it."

"Ancient Rune?" Little Chris popped a phrase casually, but it was wrong after thinking about it, "Well, there seems to be a special class for this. The five attribute magic?"

"Dark magic." Voldemort elongated his voice, "My Defense Against the Dark Arts class will only cover black magic. Once you know the principles of black magic, it is not a problem to defend against it. As for the two things you mentioned, I can teach you in private .But I am not proficient in myself.”

Little Chris looked at Voldemort like a Martian creature.

Sure enough, this Voldemort was pierced!How could the Dark Lord hate him so much, how could he say such things to him? How could he say that he could teach him in private!And it seems very modest to add the last sentence?

73 merry christmas

The speed of the Thestral pulling the carriage is not fast, but little Chris feels that it has to be faster than the Mercedes-Benz trot. The advantage of driving in the air is that there is no detour, and it doesn’t take too much to go around the earth along the equator at two points and one line. time.Not long after, little Chris and Voldemort returned to the manor.The manor is still the same as before, looking dilapidated from the outside and tidy inside.

"Merry Christmas, welcome home, dad, father!" Little Red said the words to make little Chris calm down.The yelling of dad and father made his heart tremble, although Voldemort never showed any displeasure.

"Merry Christmas. Chris, go take a bath and go to bed." Voldemort responded indifferently, and then urged his children to take a bath and go to bed early like a real parent.He arrived at Hogwarts at nearly twelve o'clock at night, and the clock had already turned for Christmas Day, and it was estimated that it would be dawn in a few hours.

"Understood." Little Chris glanced around but didn't see Fly, presumably he was either sleeping in the room or went out to look for food, "Well, Voldy and Red have a Merry Christmas." Little Chris knew the way and ran. Go to the room he lived in on the second floor. During the summer vacation, Libby packed some clothes for little Chris and stored them in the closet in the room. It turned out that Voldemort hadn't planned to let him go back to Mettley's house. Wait for him to come and live on vacation.

The Dark Lord didn't have a brain twitch and couldn't think about it for a while. He wanted a son but no one gave him one, so he robbed other people's children to raise him as his son, right?

But why do many fanfictions say that there are so many female wizards who are eager to climb into Voldemort's bed and give him a son?

Fly was not in the room, and little Chris decided not to think about it. He went to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms to take a shower. When he came out, he saw Libby waiting in the hallway. After following him, he was told that Voldemort would take him to the Malfoy family's Christmas dinner that afternoon. The attendance was about the same as last year.

Thinking of last year's stomach-ache dinner, little Chris felt that he would lose a lot of weight this holiday.

Waking up in the morning, little Chris saw several beautifully wrapped gift boxes beside his bed, and realized that Christmas is about giving each other Christmas gifts!

But he completely forgot about it on that planet, should he pretend to be stupid and completely forget about it now?It seemed he had no other choice.What Little Chris doesn't know is that Fly, who is becoming more and more nanny, is not here at night to give him gifts.

Little Chris followed Voldemort to Malfoy Manor, where it was still as gorgeous as before, just as dazzling as the Malfoy family.Lucius went outside the manor to greet his master and his master's gossip favorite.Lucius suddenly discovered that the Dark Lord seemed to be liking children more and more.

Looking at the people present at this dinner party, you will know that, except for the Black couple, they are all young wizards who have just arrived or have not arrived.It would be a bit weird to say that such a dinner last year was for Black, whose eldest son was admitted to Gryffindor House, to come again this year.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the sole purpose is to win over Black.

The seating arrangement of the dinner was similar to last year: Voldemort was seated at the head, with Lucius, Mrs. Black and his wife, and the three Bella sisters on his left, and Chris, Sirius, Ray, and Xiaoba on his right. Teddy and Snape.

Little Chris, who was arranged to sit next to Voldemort's subordinates, was worried that he would have more stomach pains today and would not be able to eat enough, so he ate some food early to make the bottom of the table. At the same time, he asked Libby to make preparations and make some food when he returned. Fill him up.

"Lucius, are you and Narcissa getting married soon?" Voldemort cared about his subordinates in a gossiping tone, and Lucius replied respectfully with a look of great honor on his face.

"Yes, next summer."

"Exactly, Chris, you guys can go to the wedding." Voldemort raised his lips and smiled, and little Chris nodded.

He was still suspecting that the Dark Lord was a counterfeit.

The Blacks learned from last year's experience and kept staring at Sirius across the way, shocking him with stern eyes to prevent the dog from bursting out words that would annoy Voldemort.However, their worries were completely superfluous. After an in-depth conversation with little Chris, Sirius seemed to have realized something, and he obediently bowed his head to eat today without messing around.

The meal was safe and sound, Voldemort chatted with Lucius and the Black couple occasionally, the children buried themselves in their food, and the atmosphere at the table was extremely harmonious and peaceful.

Unfortunately, little Chris still has a stomachache.

Everything is on the surface, and everyone present here has small thoughts in their hearts, whether they are adults or minors.Little Chris has always disliked eating at the same table with wizards, and this is the reason. Under the seemingly happy performance, there are ulterior motives, and the false face hides the deepest conspiracy.No one knows how the person sitting next to you and chatting with you at this moment will design and use you secretly.

In particular, none of the people at the same table as Voldemort were fuel-efficient lamps.

The Christmas dinner ended peacefully as little Chris wished, and Voldemort took him away without returning to the manor.

Putting on Muggle clothes, Voldemort and little Chris walked the streets of London at night.Not knowing what was wrong with the Dark Lord, little Chris followed behind him step by step, looking at the sky and the ground from time to time.

"Chris, you've heard a lot of legends about vampires. Have you ever seen them with your own eyes? Vampires or blood hunters." Voldemort asked suddenly, and asked little Chris behind him.This situation is a bit like what happened when Voldemort took little Chris to visit Greenwald this summer.

"No." An alarm sounded from the bottom of Chris's heart. Voldemort wasn't planning something again, was he?But he can do whatever he wants, why does he always bring himself by his side!

"What about identification? If you see them, can you identify them?"

What a joke!

Little Chris complained in his heart. If he had the ability to see at a glance which ones were dark creatures and which ones were humans, would he still be living in the wizarding world?

"Voldy, I think these questions should be asked to the church. The Templar Crusaders are professional in dealing with those dark creatures."

"The current church has long existed in name only. I don't know what is left of the Crusaders." Voldemort sneered.The Templar Crusade, which cost wizards dearly, is never mentioned in friendly terms by any wizard.Mutual exclusion and political strife among human beings have been cruel since ancient times, and the losers can only step down from the stage and gradually disappear in the long river of history.Today, the church has also declined. Human beings no longer believe in the power of gods, but instead believe in science. Whether it is a wizard or a church, they all fail in the end.

"The decline of the church...probably because they don't know how to make progress." Little Chris made an extremely irresponsible speech, "Muggles are making progress, but wizards and churches are content with the status quo. When ignorance becomes civilization, all pseudoscience Everything has been deported. Voldy, you want to find blood clans? Why are you looking for those dangerous dark creatures, you know their attitude towards humans, hunters and food."

"Hmph, don't play dumb." Voldemort sneered, "If successful, vampires or werewolves will become an important help for me to defeat Dumbledore."

"Don't trust them." Little Chris sneered, "Those are not human. If you use them, your end will only be worse."

Voldemort turned around abruptly, and little Chris almost ran into his arms without stopping.

"Will my fate be worse? What will my fate be? What do you know! Or, do you think I am inferior to those dirty creatures!"

"Uh..." Little Chris wanted to bite off his tongue, but he just reminded him kindly, who would have thought that Voldemort's reaction would be a temptation or anger?

"Voldy, don't get excited, that's not what I mean. I mean, vampires and werewolves are not easy to deal with. Among them, the younger generation has lived for hundreds of years. In terms of experience, they are definitely richer than ordinary humans. Besides, they Most of them used to be human beings, and they only know more about human psychology. Going to them rashly, wanting to use them to deal with Dumbledore, not to mention whether they are willing to take this muddy water, no matter No matter what the result, they will not be used by humans in vain. The vampires and werewolves have their own feud, and you cannot say that the two parties are in the same camp. If we win over the vampires, as long as Dumbledore offers enough conditions, the werewolves will Go and help him deal with us."

Little Chris tried his best to recall the novels he had read in his previous life, and analyzed the idea of ​​attracting vampires and werewolves.

"If the Strigoi set out excessive conditions and eventually the wizards are controlled by them, then the loss outweighs the gain. The blood of wizards is definitely more nourishing than that of Muggles."

"The analysis is in place. What if they provoke first?"

"Huh?" Little Chris didn't understand for a moment, and stared blankly at Voldemort.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense."

Voldemort made seven turns and turned into a small alley in front of him. The dim streetlights in the dark alley made little Chris start to sweat coldly on his forehead.Such a geographical environment is definitely one of the best places for various attacks to occur.

Following Voldemort's line of sight, little Chris really saw a pale and shriveled corpse lying on the ground, with the neckline open and the clothes messy, with a frightened expression.

Corpse... Corpse!

Little Chris fainted from disappointment.

When he woke up again, what he saw was still the dim streetlights in the dark alley, and the corpse that had just fainted from the scare of little Chris.As a good citizen, little Chris has never seen a dead body, including his own. It is understandable that he didn’t adjust his mentality when he saw a dead body for the first time. It took a long time to shake hands after killing a little mouse.

Voldemort, who finally waited until Little Chris woke up, glanced at him with contempt inside and out.

"This corpse was a wizard during his lifetime."

wizard?What about the Ministry of Magic?Shouldn't the Ministry of Magic send someone to investigate a murder case?Could it be that the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters, didn't care about this, so the Dark Lord came to investigate it himself?But just leave the body on the road, okay?How good it is to throw those policemen a headache.

74 Murder on the Streets of London

"Why would a wizard die in a place like this?" Little Chris took a step back and tried to stay away from the corpse. Why couldn't he have a good Christmas?

Voldemort approached the corpse, squatted down, and reached out to fiddle with the neck of the corpse.

"Ah! Voldy, don't you wear gloves! Be careful of viruses!" Little Chris took two steps back in excitement.

"It's teeth marks." Voldemort looked up at little Chris, his eyes expressed the meaning of "Why are you so worthless", "Come and see."

"Vampire...?" Little Chris didn't understand Voldemort's meaning. He suppressed his disgust and fear of the corpse and took a closer look. Sure enough, there were two small holes no more than a millimeter in diameter, which looked exactly like those shown in the movie. Vampire teeth marks are quite similar. "Sorcerers are indeed on the menu of the blood race." After speaking, little Chris gritted his teeth and turned his head away from looking at the corpse.He probably couldn't bear to spit it out after watching it any longer.

"This is by no means good news." Voldemort fixed his eyes on little Chris, "Any thoughts?"

"No." Without even thinking about it, Little Chris denied it cleanly.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows: "Don't you know those creatures very well?"

"It's just hearsay." Little Chris really didn't want to have anything to do with this dark creature, "But since it was a wizard who died, at least one party in the wizarding world should come forward and talk to the blood race. Wizards have always been clean with Muggles. , almost don’t regard themselves as human beings, the vampires hunt and kill wizards without any scruples, you should take care of them both emotionally and rationally.”

"I don't know that the Order of the Phoenix cares about this." Voldemort's tone was full of sarcasm, the Order of the Phoenix only knew about fighting the Dark Lord, and never got involved with other matters of the wizarding world.

"The Ministry of Magic is incompetent, and you can't control it if you want to." Little Chris knew very well that only Voldemort might be in the mood to care about this matter. After all, the dead wizard was a Death Eater, and this was tantamount to provoking him.

"You are so smart, you should have guessed what I want to do."

"No. I don't know." Little Chris really couldn't guess what Voldemort would do.Coming in, Voldemort's behavior became more and more strange, more and more like a normal superior, instead of the paranoid and brain-dead look he used to be-although even the brain-dead Voldemort couldn't guess what the other party would think and do...

"Hmph." Voldemort obviously didn't believe this, "You need to find a way to solve this matter."

ha?

Was he hallucinating or was he dreaming?

"Are you kidding me!" Little Chris burst out accidentally, out of control, "Those are dark creatures! How can I deal with them! Don't forget I'm only 12 years old!"

Voldemort sneered, ignoring Little Chris' refutation, acting like "it's just decided and can't be changed".Of course, he had his own considerations in making such a decision. Leaving aside whether little Chris is competent for this matter, it is just right to take this opportunity to test the strength of little Chris and the "bird" beside him.Adult wizards with a little bit of ability or high seniority can't handle it. What's more, since the murderer of this murder case can hunt and kill a Death Eater who is not badly capable, his strength must not be bad.

Maybe, this time, little Chris will face the ruler of the blood clan.With little Chris' trouble-making physique, Voldemort had reason to believe that he would have a big harvest.

"Voldy!"

Voldemort was using him, testing him.This cognition made little Chris unable to calm down at all.Without Elaine's mental control, Little Chris realized that his emotional intelligence was not high, for example, he couldn't control his emotions at this time.

"It's best not to contradict my order, Chris." Hearing the roar of little Chris, Voldemort finally responded, pulling out his wand, "I'll leave it to you to handle this." After saying that, he disappeared.

"Bastard!" Little Chris gritted his teeth and cursed. Voldemort left him and the corpse just like that, and he didn't know where he went. Little Chris trembled and turned his head to look at the corpse, and finally couldn't help it, and vomited.Fortunately, he hadn't been alone with the corpse for too long. The evil Fly saw that Voldemort had returned to the manor but little Chris didn't, so he ran out to look for him worried.He was also taken aback when he saw the shriveled corpse on the first day of the junior high school.

In Fly's hometown, there are no such creatures as vampires, and his knowledge of them is limited to a dark species that seems to be immortal and easy to suck human blood.As a Suzaku, Fly knows that there are not many real undead creatures.Moreover, those undead creatures are usually hidden in history, and most people have never heard of them.Creatures like vampires are at best difficult to die, or their natural death rate is very slow.

"Ask him what's the matter." Fly was worried about the little Chris who was still retching, so he let the accompanying little Red act as a mouthpiece to ask about the situation.

"I don't have any problem. It's just that Voldy asked me...to investigate this case and solve this matter." Little Chris had a dejected expression, "This man is a Death Eater who was bitten to death by vampires. Face vampires , What can I do..." Little Chris buried his face between his knees, squatting in the corner, looking very pitiful.

"Dad doesn't cry, Fly says he will help you."

Little Chris raised his head, and he didn't look like he was about to cry. Little Red was obviously deceived by his painful and desolate look.

"Really?" Little Chris's eyes were shining, full of expectation.

"Yeah." Little Red agreed on his own for Fly, who was suddenly regretful.

"Then what should we do with this corpse? My idea is to leave him to the police." If there is only little Chris alone, leave the body to the police. Little Chris can save a lot of effort as long as he gets information from the police. If the suspect is identified, at least more clues can be known.However, there are monsters around, and Chris feels that it is better for him to do nothing.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Little Red agreed.

"Okay." Although puzzled, little Chris didn't ask further. "Then... help me see if there are any traces of me and Voldy left at the scene...