[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

"Why are you here suddenly?"

"I came to you to take refuge, dear~"

This conversation comes a week after the Death Eater meeting. The effect of Voldemort's punishment of Pazier in the party was immediate, and the few nobles who were about to move quietly fell silent again. They carefully restrained all their thoughts that shouldn't be there, mingled with the others, and resolutely carried out any instruction given by Voldemort.

It even included getting to know the Muggle world.

In fact, many Death Eaters were dissatisfied with this order, but unfortunately, when they finally mustered up the courage to raise their heads to argue with the lord, the courage they had accumulated earlier disappeared in an instant when they met those bright red eyes.Facing the dangerous eyes of the Duke of Darkness who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, no one could say a word of rebuttal.

However, the lord is all right, right?After only staying in a Muggle prison for more than a year, will he be polluted by Muggles?

This idea has been circling in the minds of many Death Eaters in their hearts recently.

The carnival they thought was still going on for a long time. In order to celebrate the return of the Dark Duke and the return of the Death Eaters, they should take the opportunity to kill a few Mudbloods to demonstrate.

And if this kind of Death Eaters knew that a grinning Muggle showed up at their master's manor one morning, they would probably really feel that they were still awake.

The word polite doesn't seem to exist in Moriarty's mind.Or is this unscrupulousness just in front of him?

Voldemort looked helplessly at the man in front of him who was looking down at the hell roses and birds of paradise in the manor with great interest, and had to ask him further about the meaning of his words just now: "Refuge?"

Moriarty stared at the blood-red roses for a long time. He wanted to pick one, but saw a bee that flew up and landed in the heart of the flower, and immediately fell stiffly, and had to withdraw his hand.

Hearing Voldemort's question, he stood up and laughed: "Yeah, Mycroft was so mad that he even went out to arrest me himself."

"So what exactly did you do?" Through Moriarty, Voldemort also had a general understanding of the sworn enemy he was talking about.Simply put, he is extremely smart, but he will never condescend to do errands if he can stay still.What the hell happened to Moriarty this time, so that the person who can represent the British Muggle government can do it himself?

"Speaking of which, you should pay my fair wages." Moriarty's smile deepened, and his elated voice was distorted, up and down like a snake climbing back and forth in a hole, "Three people around Mycroft Two wizards have been dealt with! Two died, and one made him escape in the end, but he was seriously injured!"

"..." Voldemort's perception of Moriarty was refreshed again, "Is this what you've been busy with lately?"

As if he could hear the disgust in his tone, Moriarty deliberately put on a pitiful little look of grievance, he squeezed his mouth and blinked his eyes that were too big for a man and complained, "I am For you, dear."

Voldemort swore to Merlin that if Moriarty's words were half true, he would eat the whole hell rose!He has obviously been greedy for magic for a long time, and he can't wait to try which one is better, a gun or a wizard's wand.

Now it seemed that those idiots in the Order of the Phoenix were no match for him at all.

"You did it yourself?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, such a good opportunity, tsk tsk, I have to say that magic is really troublesome." Moriarty had a toothache expression again.Ever since Voldemort knew him, the muscles on his face hadn't stopped for a single day, and their owners had always twisted them into strange shapes all the time.Coupled with his sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes shrill voice, it's like acting.

After a pause, Moriarty suddenly remembered something, raised his hands and rolled up his sleeves.

Then Voldemort saw that the forearm of the opponent's left hand had turned a strange blue color.He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and tapped that piece of skin with his fingers - unexpectedly there was a clanking sound.

"Is there a way?" Moriarty was also very distressed, but fortunately he flashed fast, otherwise the strange cyan light would not have hit his left arm but his head.At that time, Voldemort probably saw him as a statue.

"Yes, but it will take some time." Voldemort was a little surprised by this black magic.This is a very ancient method, and I saw it on an old parchment that was about to fall apart when I was working in a Bojin store.He dared to say that even among his subordinates who love black magic, not many people know how to use it.

What had he said to Dumbledore earlier?Not everyone in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a martyr for what they say is justice.

He drew out his wand and rested it on Moriarty's iron-blue forearm.With the chanting of the obscure incantation, the blue color began to fade from the elbow.It's just that this color faded very slowly, and every few minutes a trace of blue smoke was drawn out by Voldemort's wand.The flowing mist condensed on the tip of the staff and twisted like a living thing.

Voldemort and Moriarty stared at the weird mist together for a while, before the former explained slowly: "See? If you leave it alone, these things will go up and enter your brain sooner or later."

"...Then?" Moriarty stared at the dancing and twisted blue mist, like a wolf staring at his enemy.

"Then you will become a walking dead." Voldemort smiled slightly, and flicked his wrist, the blue mist instantly disappeared as if a flame was extinguished by an invisible hand.The instant it disappeared, both of them heard a faint scream.

The treatment continued, and while Voldemort was concentrating on breaking the spell, he took a moment to glance at Moriarty.

The smile on the other party's face for a long time finally disappeared.He frowned slightly, staring intently at his arms and Voldemort's wand, every line of his face was full of chill.

According to the records in that ancient book, this kind of partial black magic will be extremely painful when breaking the curse. There was a wizard who couldn't bear this long and painful step of breaking the curse. He refused to receive treatment even after his leg was severed.

And Moriarty didn't say a word when he lifted the curse, except for the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and his pale face, he didn't see anything abnormal at all.

It took Voldemort chanting the spell for twenty to ten minutes before he stopped, and only one-fifth of the blue color on Moriarty's forearm faded by this time.

Voldemort was quite satisfied with the results of this treatment. The curse that he had inadvertently memorized a few years ago was successfully solved once. Sure enough, as long as it was in the field of black magic, there was nothing he was not good at.

"Phe--ready?" Seeing him put away his wand, Moriarty shook his arm that was still in pain.Just now he felt that his entire arm was being slowly cut by a blunt knife.What is even more sad is that the "person" who holds the knife has such poor skills that he has to cut back and forth in the same place several times each time, pulling the blade back and forth like a saw.

Moriarty felt that not only his arms were green now, but even his face was green.Magic is really wonderful. I don't feel it when I'm hit, but it's extremely painful when I undo it.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Voldemort withdrew his wand, raised one corner of his mouth and told him, "This is the viciousness of this black magic, and many wizards in history have turned into living corpses because of this reason. "

Moriarty touched his chin with his intact right hand, and after thinking for a while, he came to a conclusion: "I killed the wizard who cast the curse and his companions. It's not a loss for one forearm to exchange two lives."

Voldemort had already turned and walked towards the main house, but he stopped and turned around when he said this: "Where's Gamp?" He couldn't believe that Moriarty left such a convenient wizard out of use.

"He—" Moriarty smirked again, "He and Maria are having a hot fight."

At this point, Moriarty settled down at Voldemort's manor, letting the house-elf obey his orders. Voldemort went straight into the study and started contacting the Death Eaters.

It's just a contact, but it's just an order to a few confidantes to start secretly eliminating the restless elements among the Death Eaters, especially those fools who wagged their tails to please the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix before he came back, huh .

Voldemort sneered, his blood-red eyes were like a frozen red ocean, and beneath the frozen surface was a surging dark tide.

This can be regarded as a large-scale action after the return of the Dark Lord. The manor, which had been silent for a long time, came and went again, and Death Eaters came in and out every day.Because of this, at some point, a piece of news about the Duke raising a mysterious lover in the manor spread among the Death Eaters.

Merlin knew that when Voldemort heard Orion Black implicitly mentioning this question, he thought he had heard it wrong.

A moment ago Orion was still reporting to him solemnly about the process of eradicating the traitor, but the next moment this calm and rational subordinate suddenly said, "Is the Duke getting married soon?"

"what?"

Voldemort stopped his wand hand and looked up at Orion.The other party looked very calm with no expression on his face: "Recently, many people have said that the Duke has a regular lover, who is in the manor and will become our mistress."

hostess?Thinking of Moriarty's expression when he heard this name, Voldemort couldn't help frowning.He could almost imagine what Moriarty would say: "What? Shouldn't you marry me? Besides, the name Mrs. Voldemort... My dear, you really don't plan to change your name?"

That damned, arrogant Muggle!How dare you laugh at the name he worked so hard to come up with!What did that bastard say?

"Voldemort, fly away from death? Well - I don't comment on this, but my dear, your naming skills really need to be improved."

"...Are you guys too laid back? Paying so much attention to my private life?" After recovering from the memory, Voldemort asked Orion coldly with a dark face.

As a result, the subordinate knelt down on one knee, lowered his head to admit his mistake, and said sincerely: "But, lord, we all think that you can have a wife, it's time for the Death Eaters to have a mistress. In this way, I believe that some neutral nobles who are vacillating will also stand behind you."

Marriage of nobles has been a necessary means of alliance since ancient times.In Orion's view, it was a waste of the Duke of Darkness not to use such a quick and effective method.Taking a step back, even if the duke is powerful and doesn't need marriage, he should still start a family.Otherwise, how many noble girls are still waiting for the Lord Duke's eyes to fall on them.As far as he knows, the ladies of several families have reached the age of marriage, but they are determined not to participate in a blind date for the sake of the duke, and they must wait until the duke has a lover. Willing to marry.

If this continues, several more noble families will end their generations!

Asked by countless colleagues to raise this issue, for the sake of the next generation of British aristocratic wizards, Orion felt that the pressure on him had increased sharply.

Not only psychologically, but also physically. The lord's pressure is really powerful... Orion lowered his head even more.

Voldemort stared at the top of Orion's head, controlled his anger, and squeezed a word out of his teeth for a long time: "Get lost!"

Orion Black left without any delay, and even before leaving, he begged earnestly: "Please think about it again, Your Excellency the Duke."?