[HP] Dark Godfather

Sirius Black had a strange feeling recently, as if something was out of his control. He dug out Garriott Grindelwald's black contract, and the signature on it gradually flashed red. , he came to Castle Black again.

Grindelwald looked hale and hearty under the care of Chris, and the old man was lazily basking in the sun on the roof of the castle.

Seeing Black approaching, Grindelwald smiled a little, "It turns out that the devil can be full of energy walking in the sun. Hello, Mr. Black, I'm glad you still remember to visit me, an old man."

Black smiled and handed Grindelwald an exquisite small gift box, "A little gift, Mr. Grindelwald, I think you will be interested." While speaking, Black casually jumped and sat on the edge of the castle wall, admiring Looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance.

Grindelwald seemed to realize something. He restrained his smile, stared blankly at the gift box in his hand, and slowly opened it with his hands. There, a small silver ring inlaid with milky white marble lay quietly in a black velvet holder superior.

"This is..." Grindelwald stared blankly at the ring, his fingers trembling slightly.

"The ring is used to replace the mortal life. It is used once and cannot be reversed." Black said lightly with his back to Grindelwald.

"He's running out of time, isn't he?" Grindelwald asked, but didn't expect Black to answer.

He stretched out his index finger and thumb, gently picked up the ring, and stared at the sunlight fascinatedly, "Look, the white magic power is full of light, tsk tsk, I can't believe it, it was made by a demon."

Black didn't look back, but his voice seemed to come from all directions, "Put on this ring from now on, at this time a month later, in that place in Godric's Hollow, the power of light will reach its highest value in a year, Replace the obsidian ring on Dumbledore's left hand with the setting ring, which can transfer [-]% of the curse that Dumbledore is currently suffering to you. At that time, it is time for you to fulfill your promise. Of course, if you fail to replace it, then Dumbledore Lido will die, and I will not be the first to break the contract."

Grindelwald chuckled, "So, Albus and I have one last chance to meet?"

Blake suddenly turned his head and looked at Grindelwald expressionlessly, "Let me ask you one last question, do you regret it?"

Grindelwald just put on the ring carefully, and closed his eyes with a smile while basking in the sun.

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After finishing the old devil's place, Sirius Black came to Diagon Alley, because he still couldn't get rid of the ominous premonition, he simply went to the main store of the mail order company to inspect.

The moment Remus Lupine saw Sirius, he yelled, "Sirius, you goddamn shopkeeper, hurry up and sign for me, there are a lot of documents waiting for you to sign..."

Before Remus finished speaking, Sirius was laughing and waving goodbye to him, then quickly turned around and ran out of the company, leaving Remus looking at his back with an angry and funny look.

After Blake quickly escaped from Remus, he happily prepared to sneak into the dump alley at the side, planning to find a few "cute" gadgets to bring back to play.

"Today's weather is not so good!" Sirius heard a passer-by say, he looked up at the sky, and sure enough a thick black cloud was slowly gathering over.

"Strange, was the weather nice just now?" Sirius frowned. For some reason, he always felt that there was a strange force in that cloud peeping at him.

"Forget it, let's go home quickly!" Sirius was more superstitious about his intuition, and when he sensed something was wrong, he immediately wanted to return to the safe base camp.

Sirius turned around resolutely and went into a shop next to Diagon Alley, and got into the fireplace, but he didn't notice that there was a demon's mark faintly flashing behind him.

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At night, at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius Black finished his medium-rare steak with relish, put down his knife and fork, took a sip of red wine, and said comfortably, "Kritchie, to be honest, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. alright!"

Blake raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly, "Kritchie, where did you die, didn't you hear your master praise you?"

The dining room was still silent.

Blake squinted his eyes in a daze, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, shook his right hand, and a wand was tightly grasped in his hand.

"Thank you very much for your compliment, Sirius. I thought my skills would be rusty. After all, I haven't cooked for more than half a century!" Tom Riddle slowly walked in from the door.

Black's eyelids twitched, his uneasy instinct became stronger, and he laughed dryly, "Lord Voldemort cooks for me personally, should I be overwhelmed with gratitude? Or, can I know why the great Dark Lord made a guest appearance today?" House-elf?"

Tom Riddle walked across the long dining table with a smile, and looked at Sirius Black with admiration, "You are the most cunning opponent I have ever seen, Black, the most cunning, bar none."

Black raised his chin triumphantly, "Thanks for the compliment, I'll take all the orders, tell me, Tom, what do you want to do, tell me and listen, old Black is in a good mood today, if you don't know what you want, I will give you a discount Get it."

Tom Riddle didn't answer, just smiled and looked Blake in the eye.

Blake suddenly felt uneasy, he looked around awkwardly, glanced at Tom carefully, and found that Tom Riddle was smiling more and more happily.

"Hey, Tom, I'm not a girl. No matter how charming you smile at me, I won't be interested in you." Black said maliciously.

Tom Riddle raised his chin leisurely, and said slowly, "It's a pity that you are not interested in me, but I am very interested in you, Blake, I solemnly inform you that starting today, you will be my .”

Blake pricked up his ears, as if he wanted to hear him clearly, "Did I hear you right, Tom, tell me what? What am I going to be yours?"

Tom Riddle's eyes were like shining rubies, he looked deeply at Black, and said word by word, "You, Sirius Black, will become my property of Voldmont, your body, mind and soul will be mine all."

"Ha!" Black let out an exaggerated laugh, "You are joking, Tom, old Black belongs to you, are you dreaming?" Black smiled, and pulled out a beautiful wand flower in his hand, Pointing straight at Tom, Black's smile gradually disappeared, and his tone became cold, "I always felt that something was wrong, so I forgot you, Tom, why didn't you just stay in the diary honestly?"

Tom Riddle lowered his head and gave a chuckle. When he raised his head, a powerful magic power surged out, and the pressure of the magic was almost on Black.

Black frowned slightly. He felt the breath of a high-level demon in Tom's magic pressure. He slowly put down the wand in his hand, tilted his head in doubt, "Strange, I feel a familiar magic pressure on you, tell me, Tom, what did you do again?"

"It's strange, isn't it? This magic pressure is not only familiar, but also happens to be one level higher than you, isn't it, Black, oh no, you should be called like that, Mr. Sirius Little Devil Black Luthor?" Tom stood up, slowly Slowly walked along the long table in front of Black.

Black's face changed slightly, he sat down slowly, leaned back on the chair, and looked at Tom Riddle thoughtfully, "Knowing my name doesn't mean anything, Tom, I didn't violate the black contract, and It's not under your control."

"I've always wondered why you must have my descendants...お稥" Tom slowly walked over the table to Black, looked at Black with a smile and said, "The reason is so simple, the reason why Slytherin can speak Parseltongue, It is because Slytherin has the blood of the Feathered Serpent, and the Feathered Serpent is the Satan who tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Bible."

Blake grimaced and said nothing.

Tom Riddle said proudly, "As a descendant of the Satan family, the Slytherin family has an innate affinity for black magic, and the reason why I was able to split seven times without being destroyed is due to the protection of the power of the high-level demons in my soul. , once I successfully fuse six soul pieces, it also marks my awakening of Satan's godhead. At that time, my godhead will be better than the Luthor Demon King you are loyal to. Am I right? Mr. Black, you want my descendants It's about calculating Slytherin's godhead, and it's hard for you to control Voldemort, but controlling a child is a little devil's forte."

Black looked at Tom, and said carefully, "I am not loyal to a certain demon king, Tom, I am loyal to darkness itself. All demons and their human agents are not absolute subordinates. Even Satan cannot command me, unless ..."

"Unless I sign a contract with you, a black contract." Tom nodded, "So I have had a headache for a long time, and I need to find a black contract with you as the promised party, but I found it almost impossible, because as the spokesperson of the devil, You only sign contracts with the contractor in this world, but there is only one contract, which you personally signed with the Lord of Darkness, the contract that is related to the shackles of your soul..."

Black's face changed suddenly, "Impossible, you can't get that contract, you don't have the right to talk to the Lord of Darkness."

"Yes, I don't have one, but Luthor can. Black, you forgot, you can exchange anything with the devil. As long as I am willing to pay the price, the devil Luthor is willing to help me send a message to the Lord of Darkness..." Tom looked at the demon with deep eyes. black.

"You... what did you change?" Blake asked tremblingly.

Tom smiled, and he slowly took out a silver blood-stained cross that made Black's eyes sore from his pocket, and said softly, "I didn't expect you to be a devout believer in the light, Black, I should have thought of it earlier, you Being able to quote the Bible so skillfully, as a wizard of a pure blood family, it is impossible to have this kind of knowledge, am I right, Blake from another world... You are a believer of light who has fallen directly, and is the most popular among the rulers of darkness Type, you are right, the name of a person has magic power, in your world, your name is Black, the Lord of Darkness allows you to use the name of darkness forever, to do evil things, and your soul pledge is this bloody cross .”

Black's eyes became empty, and bad memories came to his mind one after another. He clenched his fists tightly and looked at Tom with unfriendly eyes.

Tom sighed deeply, "Very difficult negotiation, Blake, I abandoned the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle Slytherin Satan, and gave up the imprint of Satan in my blood. Ask the Lord of Darkness to exchange your contract with me and let me become your ruler, this is my price."

Blake narrowed his eyes and showed a sinister smile, "Then you are at a loss, Tom, without your Slytherin blood, you are worthless in this world."

"No, you're wrong, Blake, I'm Voldmont, not Tom Riddle, not a descendant of Slytherin, I'm just Voldemort." Tom said indifferently, "I used to be proud of being a descendant of Slytherin, Now I find that when I am strong enough, I only need to be proud of myself, and Slytherin will be proud of me... Just like you Black, you revitalized the Black family that was on the verge of collapse, not the downcast Black family You saved you, you made me understand this..." The young Voldemort walked slowly behind Black, gently pressed Black's shoulder, and whispered in his ear,

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, Blake, I know what I want, you know what I can do, stand by my side, you can share half of Voldemort's godhead with me, the two of us rule the world together, no one can Stop us."

Blake didn't say a word, he slowly leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought, the deep darkness in his eyes seemed to interweave into a whirlpool.