[HP] Dark Godfather

The door of Sirius Black's room has been closed for six days. Voldemort admires Black's perseverance. Voldemort is not in a hurry, because sooner or later Black has to face reality. No matter what he plans, as long as the black contract is in Voldemort's hands, Old Black couldn't get out of Voldemort's hands.

Six days ago, Black fulfilled part of the agreement with the diary, fused the power of the soul piece in the crown into Tom Riddle's diary, and then put the fused soul piece into the newborn Voldemort's body.

The superposition of just two soul slices allowed Voldemort's magic power to grow to the peak strength of 10 adult wizards in an instant. The soul slices in the crown not only absorbed a lot of magic power in Hogwarts, but also absorbed the knowledge of Ravenclaw. Voldemort regained his sanity, so he knew how to use gentle means to recover Snape, the master of potions.

After the diary and the crown were fused, Black told Voldemort that each soul piece needs to be obtained in order and wait for an opportunity, and the third soul piece will appear in two weeks.

Voldemort, who absorbed the wisdom of the crown, quickly judged that what Black said was true. During the fusion process, Voldemort also fully felt the great risk of this kind of devouring, and the crown also developed consciousness. And knowledge, the consciousness of the crown is very influential, and Tom Riddle's consciousness is almost covered. If Tom can borrow the power of the devil to fuse, I am afraid that the two soul pieces of Voldemort will die from each other in the end.

The diary consciousness finally became Voldemort's new main soul. He was very grateful for his wise decision to sign the devil's agreement. At the same time, he also strengthened his determination to make Black his partner.

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Knowing that twisted melons are not sweet, Voldemort decided to give Black a period of time to accept the reality. After all, they still have a long time to get along. In fact, Voldemort has no experience in falling in love with men, and he still needs time to sort out his thoughts.

Then, Voldemort discovered with great interest how cute Old Black's childish behavior was. He actually locked himself in the room for almost a week without coming out. The owner of Black's old house was Old Black. Without his permission, Voldemort could not Entering the room, but Voldemort, in this environment separated by a door, had a passion for love like a young boy.

Knowing that his sweetheart is just behind the door and will definitely belong to him in the future, Voldemort is like a boy who just fell in love, and from time to time he plays out the wonderful life scenes with Black in his mind. There is an increasingly strong attachment.

He imagined the picture of Black in the room, angry, angry, helpless, helpless until he collapsed and surrendered, and then imagined how he threatened, tortured, softened and conquered this little devil. Whenever he thought that Black would be like a woman in the end Lying softly in his arms, Voldemort's face will show a frighteningly gentle expression.

Poor Duke Voldemort who has just experienced his first love, let us forgive the childish behavior of a young love slave.

Just when Voldemort had already thought of various powerful names for himself and Black's future children, he finally looked forward to the opening of the door of Black's room.

Blake was wearing a top-quality black lace shirt with the two buttons on the chest open. His half-length black hair was softly attached to his neck. Although the small vest studded with rhinestones was a bit dazzling, it highlighted Blake's straight figure. .

Black slowly walked up to Voldemort with an ambiguous face, first showed him a smile that confused all living beings, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared reproachfully, "I hate it, I've waited for so long, and you didn't take the initiative to knock on the door... ..."

While speaking, the dark godfather leaned crookedly towards Voldemort who had been stunned, his heel stomped on Voldemort's toes, and said in a shrill voice, "Oh, Yinjia has already figured it out..." The godfather He took out a lace handkerchief from nowhere, sniffed his nose hard, raised his tears and looked at Voldemort, whose face was already blue, and said sadly, "Since I can't resist, I have to submit obediently, Voldy , you have to be gentle with the Yin family!"

After finishing speaking, Blake swayed his waist and walked downstairs, screaming as he walked, "Krich, you old bastard, don't you see that your master is hungry, prepare it for me quickly!" Black tea, and biscuits... Ah, voldy, if you haven’t come yet, let me tell you, I found that black diamonds on your collar will definitely increase your charm, my dear, I have designed many new ones for you Clothes, and..."

Voldemort stared blankly at the shemale version of Black, and suddenly felt that his heart was suffering a heavy blow. His head was a little dizzy, and his stomach was even a little sour. He felt a strong urge to kill.

"Black, don't play tricks on me, change back to me, do you hear me, immediately!" Voldemort rushed in front of Black and shouted sharply.

"..."

Voldemort looked at a man who was biting a handkerchief with a sad face and approached him with a dark face, "You despise me? You despise me? Wow, I'm dead..." Black covered his face and threw himself on the sofa Weeping loudly, the sound was so loud that No. 12 Grimmauld Place trembled three times in a row.

Voldemort's wand tremblingly pointed at the pear-blossoming Blake, trying not to let himself spit it out, "No matter what tricks you play, you, you, don't make me give up..."

Before the words were finished, Black, who was playing vigorously, twisted his butt violently, and after blowing a loud fart, he turned his head shyly and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Voldy, Yinjia didn't mean it, but , you don't mind, do you?"

"Wow!" Poor Voldemort finally couldn't bear it anymore, ran to the bathroom, and vomited miserably.

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"Tsk tsk, what a pity, Bustimo is actually a very attractive man, but it's a pity that everyone in the upper class knows that Grindelwald is just a mentor to him..." Lucius looked at Beauxbaton School, the head of the school. The portrait of Bustimo Luisandi in knightly armor on the corridor wall saluted him with a knightly salute.

Draco nodded absently.

Lucius Malfoy showed a hint of irritation, but quickly regained his composure, "Draco, are you getting used to it?"

Draco lowered his head, unconsciously drew circles on the ground with his toes, and remained silent.

Mr. Malfoy's snake-headed cane lightly tapped on the ground in front of his son, "Draco, the UK is not safe now. I want you to know that both your mother and I hope you can mature."

Draco raised his head suddenly, with a hint of panic on his face, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he still looked away silently.

Lucius looked at Draco's expression seriously, and turned around with some disappointment, "Although Severus didn't tell me who the boy was, I can guess, Draco, I won't hurt him, provided you No harm to the Malfoy family."

Draco's body trembled slightly, he pulled his lips, and reached out to grab his father, but Mr. Malfoy left quickly.

"Very good performance, Draco..." In the portrait, Bastimo leaned forward slightly, winking at Draco who was rubbing his face and doing relaxation exercises.

Drake sighed, "It's tiring to keep silent, Barbara, the trick you taught me really works, Dad has never talked to me like this, wow, I'm going to be scared to death..." The little platinum noble He couldn't stop talking when he started talking, and acting silent and self-closing could suffocate him.

"In the beginning, I used this trick to get Geliot to agree to follow him..." Bastimo folded his hands and looked up at the ceiling with longing.

"But my situation is different, Barbara. There are many brothers in your family, but I'm the only one in the Malfoy family. Dad will never agree with me and Harry." Draco sighed and kicked back and forth against the wall.

"The road is naturally straight, Drake, as far as I know, you have a very powerful potion master as your godfather, you should ask him for help, although the birth potion is just a legend, it is not impossible..." Bastimo He took out a handkerchief from the knight's armor and wiped his helmet.

"No, I don't want to look for him. If it wasn't for him, Harry and I wouldn't..." Draco bit his lip and kicked the wall hard angrily.

"But without him, you and Harry would not have found such a good fit for each other." Bastimo shook his head, "From your description, I can clearly feel that your godfather is a cold-faced and warm-hearted guy, he must Sad that you didn't say goodbye to him when you left."

"I, I don't know what to say..." Draco lowered his head and said with some confusion, "I have always been proud of him, he is so powerful and outstanding, I even thought he was more terrifying than the mysterious man, but now I I found out that he was only a human being, and I didn't know what to do, Barbara, and sometimes I wish it hadn't happened."

"That means you've grown up, Draco. It's growing pains, but it's also growing sweet. You can't stay like a little prince in a fairy tale, especially when your Princess Harry is in danger now..." Barb After finishing jokingly, Ra walked into the forest in the painting with his shiny helmet in his arms.

And Draco was leaning against the wall, staring at the floor under his feet thoughtfully, and suddenly let out a chuckle, "Yes, Princess Harry, it's still waiting for me to save it."

He took out a somewhat wrinkled envelope from his pocket, and read it carefully again, "Zabini is so disgusting, why did Harry lose a whole circle of weight, to be clear, how heavy is a circle, oh, What a worrying guy..."

The little platinum nobleman shook his head, and suddenly heard someone talking from the corridor, he quickly put away the letter, straightened his clothes, adjusted his expression, once again showed a melancholy and stubborn self-closing appearance, with a low face and slow steps away along the wall.