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

?Of course Voldemort wasn't interested in sweets, he just wanted to tell those who watched his every move that he, Lord Voldemort, was really different from before.Visiting the former professor in person, and choosing gifts for him, would be a good proof of this, wouldn't it?

It's a pity that the clerks in this dessert shop, which is said to be deeply loved by Dumbledore, seem to be of poor quality. Voldemort waited for a while, seeing that the two witches were still staring blankly at him without any reaction, he raised an eyebrow in displeasure: "Excuse me, are there any other living people in this shop who can understand me?"

Under his cold gaze, Melanie finally came to her senses. She quickly apologized and asked the guests what they needed.

Voldemort glanced at her lightly, then returned his gaze to the counter, through the clean glass, the colorful desserts glistened in the golden afternoon sun.

"Pack up a copy of everything."

Eat them all, and his beloved headmaster Dumbledore's tooth decay will go further. Voldemort thought maliciously.He still remembers the wonderful expression on the reporter's face when he heard that he claimed to respect the principal very much during the interview, as if he had been cast a curse on the head.Wizards all over the wizarding world know that the Black Duke has a very bad relationship with the greatest white wizard, but many people don't know that he is also a student of Hogwarts.So when everyone learned from the report that Dumbledore not only taught him, but was also the first adult wizard to guide him into the magic world, the masses would use their outstanding imagination and automatically think about the current situation where the teacher and the students turned against each other. Come up with a perfect reason.

Voldemort took over the cake box that the clerk had cast the shrinking spell on, and the roughness of their casting gestures made him frown slightly again.

The brown-haired witch who handed him the cake box hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath with a desperate expression and called to Voldemort who was about to leave: "My lord, can I ask you a question?"

Voldemort stared at her for a moment, then nodded expressionlessly.The other party is a minority of pure-blooded neutrals, but her family is obviously closer to Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

"You were a student at Hogwarts?" This was what Melanie cared most about after reading the interview.What she meant was that it turned out that this powerful dark wizard was just an ordinary person, which is incredible!In people's general cognition, they all thought that he suddenly jumped out of some ancient gloomy closed manor and called the wind and rain in the magic world.

In the end, the Dark Lord actually nodded and admitted it.He raised the corners of his mouth, and his dark eyes rippled after hearing the name "Hogwarts", like a golden black lake under the sun: "Yes, I was still at Hogwarts more than ten years ago Go to school. That's a wonderful castle, isn't it?"

Melanie's heart skipped a beat at the nostalgic look on Voldemort's face.He changed when he mentioned Hogwarts.From a distant, indifferent and mysterious dark wizard to an ordinary person.When he stared at Melanie with those light and shadow pupils, Melanie felt that his heart was firmly grasped by him - the high god bent down and reached out to caress her cheek.

"Are you a student who just graduated from school? Which college do you belong to?" Voldemort asked with a smile before Melanie could confirm his question just now.

Melanie was stunned, she hadn't recovered from the feeling just now.Her colleague quickly tugged at her sleeve and answered for her: "Melanie is Ravenclaw, and I am Hufflepuff, my lord."

Voldemort glanced at her, nodded slightly: "So it's the clever little eagle and the cute little badger, good afternoon, ladies."

He bowed gracefully, bid them farewell and strode away.

Melanie was awakened by the sound of wind chimes when the wooden door was pushed open, and she stared blankly at the black figure of the wizard melting into the sunlight.

The colleague held his face, and his whole body was full of excited pink breath: "He is so handsome, isn't he? He is still from Hogwarts, isn't that our senior? How old is he? Why am I in school? Have you never heard of such a handsome and talented senior?"

Melanie touched her chest, her heart was beating fast under her clothes.She tried her best to ignore the burning on her cheeks, and said nonchalantly, "Who knows, he said ten years ago, so he is at least in his 30s now, more than ten years older than you."

"Oh, who cares about this." The colleague waved his hand, his eyes sparkled. "When you grow up to be like the Duke, age is no longer a problem."

Melanie: ...you were eating the Dark Lord a few days ago!

The situation of Melanie and her colleagues is very common in the wizarding world these days.Especially the witches, they looked at the handsome face of the Black Duke in the newspaper, covered their chests and said: Yes, he must have lost his way and turned back to the right!We believe him!Coupled with the fact that the Dark Lord, who served as the director of the accident and disaster department, used his magic to solve the difficult accidents that occurred several times, and at the same time treated the victims with a cordial and friendly attitude, many neutral parties began to turn the balance in their hearts. to his side.

"Principal Dumbledore! Aren't we going to do something? If this goes on, the entire wizarding world will be deceived by the Dark Lord!" Ozborn turned around anxiously. He was the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, a half-breed, and his younger brother He was killed in a fight with Death Eaters, and since then, whenever he sees nobles passing by him, he can't wait to throw the Death Curse directly at them.

Dumbledore fiddled with the dessert on the disk in front of him. It was a product of a famous dessert shop in Diagon Alley and one of his favorite dessert shops.And the colorful and varied desserts in front of him were brought by Tom when he came to visit him just now.More are in the cake box on the other side.

Calling it a visit, it was nothing more than two people drinking a cup of tea in silence face to face.Both parties knew that this was just for others to see. Tom's idea was very simple, to prove his change to the wizarding world. As for why Dumbledore cooperated with him...

He tried to trust Tom, after all he had been the brightest student Hogwarts had ever seen.Can he trust him?

Dumbledore gazed thoughtfully at the chocolate flowers on top of a piece of lemon cake.

"Principal, why didn't you take down the Dark Lord just now?" Seeing that he had delivered a speech for a long time, and Dumbledore didn't respond, Ozborn had to raise his voice, "Principal Dumbledore!"

Only then did Dumbledore come back to his senses. He chuckled and pushed his glasses. The pair of blue glasses behind the lenses were bright and energetic. He could see through what this subordinate was thinking and his anger. hatred: "Ozburn, this is Hogwarts."

As a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ozburn fell silent at once: Yes, this is Hogwarts, if the headmaster fights with the Dark Lord, only the castle and the students in the castle will be affected.

"Don't worry, Osborne. Tom won't take the initiative in school." Dumbledore sighed and comforted him. "Let's see what he wants to do first."

"What he wants to do is to capture everyone's hearts." An elegant and silky voice sounded, and a man with light blond hair stepped out of the fireplace.The dark pattern on the ribbon on his neckline was shining with luster, his expression was haughty and his eyes were cold.

Abraxas ignored Osborn who was glaring at him next to him, and stared straight at Dumbledore: "He has changed, Headmaster Dumbledore. He is back to the way he was when he just graduated, and no one has this disguise." law to resist."

Dumbledore was silent again.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ozborn asked with a disgusted expression. He hated Death Eaters, and he also hated Malfoy, who was a former Death Eater.Even if he betrayed his evil master and fell to Principal Dumbledore, the viciousness in his bones cannot be removed. These nobles are all the same bastards. Even Malfoy, after the return of the Dark Lord, he still looks like a coward Are you hiding in your own manor and refusing to come out?In the end, it was these old members of the Order of the Phoenix who could fight against the Dark Lord.

Abraxas glanced at Ozborn out of the corner of his eye, and sneered, "I'll see if someone is jumping up and down like a frightened mouse to encourage the principal to take action."

Ozborn's face flushed suddenly, he pulled out his wand, pointed at Malfoy and yelled angrily: "You are not welcome here! Get out!"

Abraxas put his hands on the snake-headed cane, his posture was straight and motionless, only his face was more malicious: "Professor Smith, as one of the twelve school trustees and the head of the Malfoy family, I think I can still stand in Hogwarts." Yes. This semester is coming to an end soon, I wonder if you can end the curse of being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor whose tenure cannot exceed one year?

The tip of Ozborn's staff trembled slightly due to anger, and a curse was already flicking on the tip of his tongue, ready to be released, and it only waited for a second to be ejected, hitting the arrogant blond nobleman.

"Enough." Dumbledore had to interrupt them, "Ozben's next defense class is about to start, and the children are waiting for you. Mr. Malfoy, what are you here to tell me? "

Ozborn had to withdraw his wand under the gaze of Dumbledore's blue eyes, and reluctantly saluted him farewell, before leaving with a glare at Malfoy.

It wasn't until he left the headmaster's office that Abraxas explained his intentions to Dumbledore: "I'm here to tell you, Headmaster Dumbledore, that the Malfoy family will no longer be able to directly provide financial assistance to the Order of the Phoenix from today onwards. "

Dumbledore didn't show any surprise. He looked away from the chocolate flower and looked at Malfoy with certainty: "It's because of Tom?"

"Yes." Abraxas tightened his hand holding the cane, his knuckles turned white, "The Malfoy family cannot continue to stand behind the Order of the Phoenix at the risk of offending all the nobles." He had a hard time these days, although Tom didn't take action against the Malfoys, but Abraxas was overwhelmed by the nobles who were courting their master.

The wall fell and everyone pushed, not to mention that standing opposite him was the king most revered by the nobles, the Duke of Darkness.

Dumbledore sighed, and looked at the blond nobleman with hidden worry and sympathy. The blue color under his eyes was obvious, and even the radiant potion couldn't stop it: "I see... What difficulties do you have in the future? I can come to the Order of the Phoenix for help."

Abraxas smiled wryly, shook his head without answering, turned around and stepped into the fireplace again.As his figure was engulfed in a sudden surge of green flames, Dumbledore heard his last words: "I'm sorry, Headmaster."

Dumbledore, who knew something about the relationship between him and Tom, sighed again, and looked at a blank photo on the table: "No, I'm not the one who should hear your apology."

A copy of the Daily Prophet was pressed under a china plate of dessert, and on the front page a handsome wizard smiled at each reader, his eyes burning like fire and cold as the hardest ice.

Dumbledore pulled out the newspaper and turned it to the back. The whole page was devoted to discussing a person, and the headline was enlarged and bold, firmly attracting the attention of every reader: Returning from a lost path?The bad boy became the most popular Ministry official. ?