Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

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Although there were some twists and turns at the beginning, things have gone smoothly in recent months. I believe it won't be long before the ancient nobles in Germany will become part of his power.

He had just returned to his temporary residence in Germany from the banquet venue, and Voldemort felt a little tired physically from the days of running around, but at the same time, his spirit was extremely excited by the repeated successes.Looking through the window at the beautiful moon tonight, Voldemort thought maybe he could go for a walk and relax.Putting on his coat again, Voldemort went downstairs alone without disturbing his subordinates.

Breathing the cool air of the night, Voldemort inadvertently walked a little farther, and in the maze-shaped forest garden, he heard the sound of the wind indistinctly.

"Malfoy... dying..."

The association of the surname Malfoy with death caused a reaction that he himself did not expect. The light from the wand parted the bushes. Under the moonlight, a nobleman held an open double-sided mirror in his hand and looked at the Dark Lord in astonishment.

"What were you just... talking about?"

"Lord! I'm just talking to my brother, not doing anything..."

"I'm asking what were you talking about just now?!" Voldemort really wanted to give him Cruciatus, but he was afraid of scaring the frightened guy even more idiots.

"Abraxas? Malfoy is dying." Fortunately, this time he understood and answered very quickly.

Voldemort's first feeling was that this person was deceiving him, but the life and death of Patriarch Malfoy was not a trivial matter, and this person would not deceive the Dark Lord who controlled his life and death with such a matter that would be easily exposed.So is Abraxas' little trick?It's also impossible, that kind of ridiculous method is not something that a proud Malfoy would use, so... is it the truth? !

A golden eagle rushed out of the window of the master bedroom at Malfoy Manor, carrying a small package at its feet, containing a letter and a vial of memory.Lucius didn't know what the memory was about, he just didn't understand why his father had to expend so much physical strength and magic power to do it at this time.

"Father." Lucius had the urge to cry as he gently supported the former Patriarch Malfoy, who was nominally out of office, to lie down.Malfoy's lifespan is far shorter than that of ordinary wizards, but his father is too young.

"Lucius, my son..." Abraxas hoarsely read his son's name, the final hole card has been dealt, but he is not sure how it will end, "I'm sorry..."

What he left behind was a precarious Malfoy family. His son was still so young, and he had to face the other big nobles who were also eyeing him, the resentful Dark Lord, and the hostile White Wizard forces... Tears flowed down, representing a father's reluctance and remorse...

"Lord, master, master, master!" A little elf jumped out suddenly.

Lucius stood up angrily: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb us?!"

"It's Kaka's fault! Kaka is guilty! But, but the mysterious man is outside!"

"No...no no! Don't let him see me!" The weak Abraxas suddenly opened his eyes wide, and lifted the quilt to wrap himself up.In just a few days, he was going to die, but why did that person come to see him at this time? !

"Lord." Lucius stood respectfully at the door, welcoming the Dark Lord.

Voldemort looked at him, suddenly realizing that this was the first time he had seen Abraxas' son, and lifted the young Patriarch's chin with his wand—the movement stiffened Lucius for a moment, but soon He regained his composure.

"You look a lot like your father."

"Yes."

Voldemort put down his cane, and walked into the Malfoy Manor bluntly. His black eyes scanned the living room, a perfect combination of luxury and elegance, just like the past masters of the manor: "Where is your father?"

"Please forgive my father for not going out to greet him. He is very ill and can no longer go out, and..."

"Where's your father?"

"You should know that my father had dragon sores, and his appearance now displeases you."

"I rarely ask a question a third time, Lucius Malfoy."

The cold voice, the cold eyes, and the moment he was stared at by the Dark Lord, Lucius had the illusion that even his soul was condensed together, but his father's voice full of fear and pain echoed in his ears just now, and Lucius trembled and held on. Silence: "..." After all, he is just a young man who has just graduated. He has not experienced ups and downs, and he is still at the age of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Voldemort raised his wand slowly, and Lucius gritted his teeth, warning himself never to scream no matter what happened.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, of course it wasn't Lucius's, but a house-elf. The elf's teeth were chattering and his voice was slurred. He almost lay down on the ground and made a gesture of invitation to Voldemort, "Master, master, invite……"

Voldemort glanced at Lucius and followed the elf upstairs.

Opening the door, the man leaned on the bed, looking at him weakly, his already pale skin looked almost transparent now.

"Lord..." Abraxas called out weakly, and then he saw Voldemort pointing his wand at him—since he was marked with black ink, Abraxas was deeply afraid of the Dark Lord's wand, Although he was running a fever now, looking at the wand pointed at him still made him feel chills from the bottom of his heart. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't wait for the pain he imagined.When he opened his eyes tremblingly, what he saw was Voldemort with a stormy face. It was obvious that those spells were not hurting him, but some diagnostic spells.

It's not that Voldemort never thought of killing Abraxas, since the day he was betrayed, he has been cursing the man.But now that he was really going to die, it seemed that something was wrong again.He looked at Lucius coldly, and he couldn't even explain why he was in such a complicated mood.

At this time, something knocked on the window of the bedroom. It was a golden eagle.Voldemort noticed that the moment he saw the golden eagle, Abraxas became more nervous.Had the eagle brought some news that he didn't want himself to see?

Voldemort pushed open the window. Originally, he thought that he would have to use some means. After all, these magical messengers will not let the non-recipients take the letter so easily. Interestingly, the eagle stretched out a foot towards him— —the little package was given to him.Taking off the package, the name of the sender on it made Voldemort even more interested.

"Your letter to me, eh?" Voldemort asked with interest, his tone relaxed, but he had never been so angry! "Find someone of red dragon blood, and take care of Lucius? I think you thought these things would come to me after you died. What do you want, Abraxas? Malfoy! With your life In exchange for your son and the future of the Malfoy family?!"

He tore up the short letter, but the remaining reason made him put away the crystal bottle of memory.Then he strode to the bed and grabbed Abraxas' shoulders with both hands: "You are deceiving me with your life, plotting against me! And what I hate most is being deceived! Listen! If you die, I will Will chain your son like a dog in my bedroom! When I get tired of playing with him, it's time for him to pick up guests! As for the Malfoy family... there is no need for it anymore!"

Abraxas was dazed by his shaking head, and his eyes went black. He felt that he was going to die, but Voldemort's voice forcefully pulled him back from hell.Voldemort let go, and Abraxas fell limply on the bed. If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest and the low moan from his nasal cavity, he would almost look like a dead man now.

Suddenly, Voldemort saw a small red blister appear on Abraxas's hand, followed by a second blister, and more—even though he hadn't taken suppressed medication for almost a year. Potion, but the body's drug resistance is not so easy to eliminate.But in a short time, the suppressed dragon sore had already recurred.Abraxas who discovered this hastily covered his hands, but now these ugly blisters were coming out of his whole body, he was weak and couldn't stop it.

Just now Voldemort's threat was vicious, but it was obvious that this man still cared about him, but when he saw himself with ugly dragon sores, would he still care?If he hates him and keeps him at a respectful distance, then the Malfoy family really has no way out...

With his eyes closed, Abraxas waited for the final verdict.As a result, Voldemort wrapped him in a quilt and hugged him: "Our business is not over yet, Abraxas, I can't let you die so easily."

Voldemort shouted to himself inwardly, leave him alone!Let him die a miserable and painful death!But the hand that hugged Abraxas became tighter and tighter.Voldemort thought he might be crazy...

The Dark Lord, who hurried back to England from Germany, put down all his official duties and focused all his attention on treating Abraxas' illness.Although he yelled fiercely at Abraxas that day, Voldemort clearly knew how weak the other party was.

Dragon sores were not incurable, but the potions used to treat dragon sores were strong medicines, and Abraxas' current physical condition simply couldn't handle those potions.So the first thing Voldemort did was to save Abraxas's life. Various rare potions were poured into the platinum noble's mouth in order to delay his life.At the same time, Voldemort worked hard to research the dragon sore potion with fewer side effects. Abraxas, who was tortured by the disease, never thought that he and him would have peace or even tenderness with each other. Voldemort, who was always swearing at each other, became more and more gentle in the process of treating him... In a trance, Abraxas actually had a feeling that the two of them had not been separated for nearly 20 years, but had always been in love illusion to this day.But he also knew that it was just an illusion and could not be taken seriously, so the platinum nobleman always warned himself not to indulge in it, otherwise once this beautiful illusion created for unknown reasons was shattered, not only him, but the Malfoy family would also fall into desperation.

Compared with Lucius, who had to work hard to deal with Voldemort when he was seriously ill, Voldemort was much more relaxed.He treated him, dispensed medicines, ate with him, helped him bathe and change clothes, all these things he thought of and did, Tom in the past?Marvolo?Riddle couldn't do whatever he wanted, but Voldemort wasn't right now. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do, not even himself.And in the daily confrontation with Abraxas, Voldemort actually tasted an indescribably sweet satisfaction.

It was a feeling of more joy, joy and comfort than even the first day when he was called lord!

"So you are even more important to me than power and status?" Abraxas fell asleep after drinking the medicine, and Voldemort leaned against the bed, touching his cheek and said.That face full of dragon sores was so ugly that the timid could scream, but looking at him, Voldemort didn't even feel a bit of disgust in his heart, but an unprecedented pity emerged...

He had seen Abraxas leave his memory, he had done it helplessly, but it was still a betrayal, and Voldemort never forgave betrayal.So how to punish him?Let him die in pain?The experience not long ago clearly told him that what he did was not to punish Abraxas, but to make him suffer.But let him live like this, and still give him your love? !Voldemort is not reconciled!

"Hmm..." Abraxas groaned in pain. It turned out that Voldemort was so absorbed in thought that he wrapped his arms around his neck. He let go and watched the weak man coughing and panting in pain. Voldemort suddenly smiled, he knew How to take revenge.

"What is most important to you, Abraxas?"

"It's you, lord, ahem!" Abraxas knew that he had woken up from his dream. He looked at Voldemort in horror and said tremblingly.

"No, you're lying." Voldemort smiled and nodded Abraxas's lips. "From the beginning to the end, your favorite is your son, and your family. I am very unhappy, so I want to Punish you. But you can't bear the punishment now, so how about your son instead?"

"No, please, don't!"

"You are not qualified to say no, Abraxas. But don't worry, I will let him live, because I don't want you to die. And you also have to remember, if you don't want him to die, just live well." Thinking that he thought of a good way Voldemort stood up happily and wanted to go out.But suddenly his robe was pulled, he turned his head, and saw Abraxas who had fallen from the bed, he grabbed his robe, his gray-blue eyes flashed fierce and tough light——Abraxas Seth's eyes were always sly, seductive and haughty, this was the first time Voldemort saw such a strong light on this man.

"If you hurt him, I will die!"

"You didn't say that, Abraxas, you must know that you are all in my hands."

"If you hurt him, I will die!" The same tone, the same look, the same movement.Instead of the father and son being a hindrance to each other, it is better for him to ruthlessly cut off the possible endless loop. If he wants to live or die afterwards, it is up to the child to fight for it.

"You're threatening me!!" Voldemort felt outraged, he raised his kick and kicked Abraxas in the chest, causing him to hit hard on the small cabinet next to the bed, shaking the water bottle on it twice It landed and hit Abraxas on the head, and the bright red blood immediately stained Abraxas' sight...

At Voldemort's roar, Abraxas lost consciousness.

Three days later, the platinum nobleman was still alive, but the little physical strength he managed to cultivate with potions was exhausted again after that day.He didn't see Voldemort when he woke up, and he didn't see Voldemort for half a month afterwards. Only the elves brought potions and food every day. Abraxas didn't say much, but lived quietly and hard in Voldemort's manor .

Until half a month later, the door opened, and in addition to Voldemort, his son, the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius?Malfoy.

At his bedside, Voldemort gave Lucius the Black Ink Mark, and Abraxas trembled subconsciously when the mark began, but it happened quickly, much faster than the other times.When Lucius moved afterwards, his left arm didn't seem to be affected much.

"I will protect him and the Malfoy family, but you must live and belong to me forever." Lucius left, and Voldemort looked at Abraxas fiercely.

"Yes, my... lord..."