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

?Voldemort raised his hand, and directly pushed Moriarty aside: "Get out!" He strode away, and the magic pressure caused by anger made the plants in the entire garden tremble.

Moriarty is an even more bastard demon than he is! Voldemort clearly saw the smile that flashed in his eyes just now, it was the playfulness and satisfaction that appeared when he saw his anger burst.

He did it on purpose.

Voldemort suddenly understood Moriarty's intentions: he intentionally stated the fact that he used wizards as experiments, in order to observe his own bottom line, to test his maximum tolerance for him, maybe even his own momentary moment just now. Hesitation, Moriarty knew it all.

Voldemort's pace became more urgent, and he swept into the house from the garden like a black whirlwind, and swept towards the second floor.

"My lord." The house elf appeared under the pressure of a violent storm, and approached Voldemort tremblingly, "Mr. Selwyn asks to visit you."

Voldemort paused as he stepped up the first flight of stairs. He leaned on the smooth and white marble railing, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and told the house elf: "Let him go to the garden."

The house elf raised his head, and wanted to say something, but after seeing the expression on Voldemort's face clearly, he was frightened into silence, and immediately backed away without any delay.

Voldemort sneered, and started walking again, this time he walked up the stairs without haste.

Coming to the study, standing by the bundled black curtains, Voldemort saw Moriarty sit back in the pavilion through the glass.Not far away, separated by a few evergreen bushes, Selwyn walked on a path leading to the gazebo with a puzzled expression on his face. Maybe he was still wondering if he summoned him not in the study, but in the garden.

Voldemort twirled the ring on his index finger, and smiled, his pale handsome face full of obvious evil.

It's a pity that the two people in the garden didn't know at all that the owner of the manor was standing in the study on the second floor and had a panoramic view of everything that happened here.

Max Selwyn is the current head of the Selwyn family, a fanatical pure-blood supporter, and the most troublesome type of Death Eater for Voldemort.The few pure-blood nobles headed by him advocate the theory of blood, and will never bow to half-blood or hemp wizards.After Voldemort gave the order to understand the Muggles, they were the only ones who dared to openly disagree.This group of people followed Voldemort not for profit, but to kill all non-pure blood wizards.So it is conceivable how angry Selwyn, who was forced to endure the disgust of Muggle knowledge under the pressure of the Duke of Darkness, was.

In his opinion, after the Black Duke came back from the Muggle prison, his mind was a little abnormal!

Even though his magic is stronger than before disappearing, his heart has become weak, and he is polluted by Muggles!The dignified Dark Lord actually softened towards those inferior people.Thinking of this, a sarcastic smile appeared on Serwyn's face.

Merlin knew how angry he was when he saw His Excellency the Duke and the half-race Minister smiling at each other on the front page of the "Daily Prophet".How can a noble and powerful descendant of Slytherin, his king, stand with someone with inferior blood?Selwyn firmly believed that it was all the Muggles' fault.Therefore, after the Duke ordered to understand Muggles this time, not only did he not follow the order, but instead found an opportunity to torture a few wizards and scum of dirty blood.This time Selwyn came to the Duke to take credit for it. He firmly believed that after learning what he had done, the Duke would definitely wake up.Then he'll surely be lavishing his praises Max Selwyn!Maybe he will suddenly become the adult's right-hand man, just like Black.

Thinking of him standing next to the duke in the future, closer to his king than any other Death Eater, Serwyn couldn't help trembling slightly with excitement.

He quickened his pace and couldn't wait to share the plight of those little bitch wizards with his duke.

Turning around a clump of golden-leaf privets as tall as a person, a white pavilion came into Serwyn's sight.He saw a man sitting under the gazebo with a large field of hell roses as the background, staring at the sunny garden in a daze.It was a young man with black hair and black eyes. Selwyn had never seen him before. The most important thing was that this man was wearing a shirt and trousers, obviously dressed like a Muggle.

Selwyn stopped abruptly, and he glanced lazily at his black-haired youth with a staring expression. A rumor that has been popular among Death Eaters recently popped into his head.

It is said that the duke had a mysterious lover who lived in their master's manor not long ago.

A mysterious lover.

lover.

His king's lover.Is it a man?

Serwyn's whole body stiffened as if under a petrification spell.He was still discussing this matter with his wife yesterday, and they guessed which lady was so charming that the Duke made an exception and allowed her to live in his manor.You must know that before this, no matter which man or woman climbed into the duke's bed, they had never been left for more than three days.

As a result, Selwyn, who finally saw the "Miss", couldn't believe his eyes.

It turned out to be a man?It turned out to be a man!

Merlin's beard!Are you serious, my lord?If it's just for fun, men are all right. To some extent, child molestation is still a sign of aristocratic taste.

However, when it comes to marriage... at least Serwyn has never heard of any nobleman who dared to be with another man openly.What's more, the Duke is still the only descendant of Slytherin, how could he not leave any heirs!

Moriarty dragged his chin, watching with great interest the complexion of the wizard not far away, and the way he stared at him was also unpredictable, with only the murderous look on the other side unchanged.The reserved look of the wizard when he first walked over has long since disappeared, and now he stares at Moriarty as if he saw a giant dragon dancing samba, um - I heard that there are still creatures like dragons in the wizarding world , Let Tom give yourself one to play some other day?

Thinking of the existence of the legendary species, Moriarty felt itchy, ready to see a living dragon right away, preferably to appreciate (study) it up close.

When he was imagining the difference between the composition of dragon blood and human blood, he heard a gnashing of teeth: "Are you a Muggle?"

Moriarty looked up, and saw that the face of the previous wizard had finally settled down—it was a distorted black face, pointing his wand at himself.His eyes were angry and disdainful, as if Moriarty was a dirty, gray sewer rat, and the rat had broken his favorite vase.

"You're a Muggle," the wizard repeated through gritted teeth.

The anger in his eyes grew heavier until he went crazy.

"go to hell!"

A green light emanated from the tip of the black stick, and shot directly at the people under the pavilion: "Avada——"

Moriarty turned sideways the moment the wizard raised his wrist slightly.As soon as he landed on one knee, the railing of the stone chair behind him was blown to pieces, the gravel splashed everywhere, and a piece of stone directly grazed Moriarty's face, drawing a line of blood on his skin.

There was a smile on Moriarty's face, and his black eyes were startlingly bright.

With a backhand twitch from the back of the waist, at the same time roll forward to avoid another red light.

In the ensuing rain of gravel, Moriarty cursed his still immobile left hand, quickly raised his other hand, and pulled the trigger.

When the bullet hit the wizard's abdomen, a red light almost the same as before hit Moriarty's injured arm.

However, Voldemort only heard a scream.

When he apparated onto the scene, Moriarty was already on his feet.His face was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were as bright as flames burning in them.

Moriarty didn't look like he had just been hit by the Cruciatus Curse. He held a gun in his hand, steady without trembling.

Under the black muzzle of the gun was Selwyn clutching his belly, a large pool of blood rapidly spreading under his black wizard robe.

"Stop." Voldemort was the first to stop Moriarty's plan to kill them all.He didn't want the news that "Dark Lord went crazy and killed his own subordinates" to spread wildly in the wizarding world tomorrow.

Moriarty glanced up at him, and then looked down at the dying wizard lying on the ground. After thinking about it, he really let go.

Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief without even realizing it.

He strode over, first casually stopped the bleeding of Selwyn, and then he was not in a hurry to continue treating him. Instead, he pressed his magic wand against his subordinate's temple, and slowly pulled it outward, and a silver-white flowing liquid was caught by him out of Selwyn's mind.

Voldemort would like to thank his uncle Morfin Gaunt, because the first time he modified human memory was the practice with him, and the effect was quite good.After so many years, he is very familiar with doing this kind of thing again.

After modifying Selwyn's memory and stuffing it back into his brain, Voldemort asked the elf who heard the sound to take the unconscious man to the guest room to take care of him, and took out the foreign body in his stomach along the way.

Voldemort stood up, the hand holding the wand was accidentally stained with blood, the bright red blood on the pale fingers was particularly shocking, including the big puddle on the ground.He frowned, and just as he was about to use magic to eliminate it, he felt his arm suddenly being grabbed.

An outrageous force pulled him backwards violently, and he was staggered by the unsuspecting pull, and he almost fell because of his unsteady standing.

Fortunately, the people behind him were close to his back, preventing the heroic Dark Lord from falling into his own garden.

Voldemort frowned and turned around: "You're going" crazy again.

The following words were not finished yet, and were annihilated in the intersecting lips and teeth that followed.

Voldemort opened his eyes slightly in surprise, Moriarty's face was clearly reflected in the dark brown pupils.The other party's eyes were sinister and his expression was ferocious, and the movements of his mouth were also terribly cruel to match. Voldemort felt his lip was bitten by this lunatic, and a stream of blood came from his mouth to his nose, and he couldn't help but take a step back—fuck!When did Moriarty hold the back of his head!

The Black Duke, who was prevented from backing down, hadn't decided whether to cast a confinement spell or use black magic directly, when he realized that Moriarty had voluntarily retreated.Of course he only moved his head away, but the hands that were clamping Voldemort's shoulders and head remained motionless.

"Are you satisfied?" Moriarty asked sullenly with a hoarse voice, rarely without a smile on his face.

Voldemort raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and there was indeed a smear of bright red on the back of his hand. Hearing this, he laughed, his eyes slightly colored: "Yeah, don't you want to know the difference between wizards and Muggles? What are those idiots in the Order of the Phoenix? I'm sending you a real dark wizard straight away. How's it going? Happy?"

He deliberately returned the words Moriarty had asked himself to him before. ?