The little life of a platinum darling

Voldemort sat leisurely by the window of an elegantly decorated coffee shop on the side of the street, with a faint smile on his lips, and a small spoon in his right hand to gently stir the mellow liquid in the coffee cup.Then he put the spoon aside, and gracefully picked up the coffee cup on the table.

Sitting across from him was a man in his early thirties, with a document in front of him, looking expectantly at Voldemort who didn't pay attention to him at all, and kept introducing What.

"You can stop now." Voldemort interrupted him: "I think we can talk about pay." The man said he was a "scout" - which seems to be a profession that finds people for a certain job - According to him, as long as he wears the clothes they stipulate, and takes a few pictures for them, he can get money.Although Voldemort didn't want to do such a job, let a group of muggles take pictures of him.But he had to admit that it was probably the best job he could find for him, and he needed the money to get back to London and support himself.It's not that hard to just take pictures, is it?

The man was a little unhappy at first because he was suddenly interrupted by the introduction, but when he heard his next sentence, the unhappiness disappeared immediately and became overjoyed: "That's great. We can talk about the compensation, we The company's benefits for newcomers are still very good, and you seem—trust me—very promising, so the company may take better care of you, and you may be able to become a hit. The problem of this treatment should be It depends on which path you will take in the future, if..."

"Brent, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from behind Voldemort from the direction of the door, interrupting the man again.

The man whose name was called did not continue the introduction just now, but looked up to the side from which the voice came, and then accused Voldemort of his crimes, and stood up.

"Sign new people here?" The man who spoke walked past Voldemort, and then sat on a chair beside him.He was wearing a pair of big black sunglasses, and he was wearing a beige windbreaker that didn't look very thick in season.His hair was long, platinum-blond almost to his waist.

Voldemort looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and the feeling in his heart suddenly changed from shock to anger, and then from anger to complexity.

The man also turned to look at him, and then, as he thought, froze.

"You..." He stopped after saying a single word, then stood up, nodded to Brent, "Excuse me." He looked at Voldemort, motioning for him to follow.

Voldemort didn't intend to make any jokes here, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and followed.Ignoring Brent's surprised gaze behind him.

I walked out of the coffee shop and came to a small forest with few people in the nearby park. The people in front heard me: "Tom... oh, okay. I didn't expect to see you next to Brent. Brent Lunt is a newcomer, so I don't know you yet, and I haven't had time to introduce him. You also know that your appearance is very eye-catching, it's normal for him to find you..."

"So?" Voldemort was confused. He originally wanted to get angry after following him, but what the person in front of him said now made him feel that something was wrong.

Abraxas took off the big sunglasses on his eyes, revealing his gray-blue pupils and those charming peach blossom eyes: "So don't play tricks on others, my dear Tom"

"Wait a minute, Abraxas, what do you mean I'm playing tricks on him." Voldemort deeply felt that things were not as simple as he thought at first.Abraxas Malfoy should have died from the dragon pox epidemic that broke out in Romania more than ten years ago, why did he appear in the Muggle world in such a Muggle dress, and called him Tom in a familiar tone? In fact, Abraxas always called him that when he was a student, but after he changed his name, he began to call him Voldemort, and because of the Horcrux, he became violent and bloodthirsty From then on, he kept calling him MyLrod, and never called him by his name again, let alone in such an intimate tone as today.

But the reaction of the person on the other side was unexpected: "Abraxas! You actually called me Abraxas!" He opened his mouth excitedly, completely subverting Malfoy's gorgeous and polite image: "How do you Can be called Abraxas! You should call me Abu my dear! Oh, it’s hard for you to change your mouth, don’t change it back like this again, okay?”

"Abraxas Malfoy!" Voldemort felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Oh... well my dear..." The person on the other side drooped his shoulders as if discouraged: "You are very strange today. And I remember you told me that you are going back to the magic world today. Why did you suddenly appear here and talk to me?" The scouts in our company had a great chat."

Voldemort frowned: "You said I was going back to the wizarding world today?" He was sure there was something wrong now.

"Could I remember wrongly? But why are you still wearing a robe if you don't go back to the wizarding world?" Abraxas Malfoy also frowned and looked at him.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Voldemort felt his teeth being clenched tightly. He didn't know whether it was nervousness or excitement or something else: "I think we need to have a good talk. It seems that something happened. A problem that neither of us wants."

After he said this, Abraxas also realized that something he didn't know had happened, and nodded: "Let's go home first." Then he naturally took his hand, and turned to go in the opposite direction go.

Voldemort wanted to pull his hand out subconsciously, but for some reason, he finally remained motionless and let the person in front of him pull him.He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The "home" that Abraxas spoke of was not far away, and Voldemort had to admit that it was the first time in his life that he stepped into such a tall building.There has never been such a building in the wizarding world. When Fei Wenruite went to the Muggle world, although he had seen buildings of the same height, they were all seen in the Muggle vehicle called "car". Rhett's home in the Muggle world was a small manor, so he didn't go into those houses that made him a little doubtful, but he would never admit that he had doubts.

He was brought into a small room with metal walls on all four sides. Following the sound of "ding" from nowhere, two metal door panels slid left and right from where he originally entered, sealing the small room.Then there was a slight dizziness, and it seemed that the small room began to move.

Voldemort didn't admit that he was nervous, let alone that he had a little fear, but he still unconsciously grasped the hand of the person beside him, desperately trying to straighten out his breathing.

"Pfft..." The person next to him made a voice that made him extremely uncomfortable when the strength in Voldemort's hand increased, and he didn't restrain himself after getting Voldemort's fierce stare: "It's been so long, and I still haven't gotten used to the elevator. ..."

Although I don't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, it is obviously a mockery! Voldemort felt a nameless evil fire growing in his heart, wanting to burst out.

Unfortunately, before he could speak, there was another "ding", suppressing the words that had just risen to his throat. Voldemort looked up vigilantly around, and found that the door that had been closed when he came in was open.

Abraxas broke out first, and then pulled Voldemort out as well.

Voldemort suppressed the tension in his heart, followed Abraxas through the corridor, watched as he took out something that looked like a card, swiped at a protrusion next to the door, and then pressed his thumb on another Inside the red box, the originally closed door opened with a click.

Abraxas pulled Voldemort in and closed the door, "Well, I haven't been back for a long time, but I believe Kaka can still take good care of this family. At least I can rest assured of his cooking skills." He sat down on the sofa at one side, then turned his gaze to Voldemort who was still standing at the door, and narrowed his eyes slightly.Something is wrong.Although he was sure that the person in front of him was Tom himself and it was impossible for someone to impersonate him, but he just felt that something was wrong for no reason.

The layout of this house looks very simple, but it is also very comfortable.Opposite the door as soon as you enter is a whole glass wall, you can clearly see the outside scene.The row of roofs in front of him made Voldemort clearly aware of the height of his current position.He looked at the whole room for a week, walked over to Abraxas carefully, and then sat opposite him: "I think there seems to be some cognitive problems between us, and I think the problem lies in on me."

"I'm all ears." Abraxas tried his best to calm his breathing, and then answered him: "I think I can roughly guess something."

Voldemort coughed unnaturally: "So maybe we can discuss the following solutions. Obviously we don't want this to happen."

Although the person sitting in front of him who was staring at him was indeed Abraxas, but he was still himself.However, all this is completely different from his memory.Perhaps, something really happened, something that he never thought would happen to him.And now we can only hope that the remedy will not be too difficult.Or, there is a way to remedy it.

He didn't want to put a soul piece that didn't know what was going on and make trouble there, and he went to a strange place with an incomplete soul and a body with so little magic power that it was almost a squib.He still has a room full of books in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and he hasn't learned all the magic from his ancestors.