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

?The proposition of how to make others like you had been carefully studied when Voldemort was a student at Hogwarts.Now in this skill, he can be said to have reached the pinnacle, and his likable skills are no less than his black magic attainments.Is there anyone in this world who is more difficult to please than an old woman who is stubborn and only likes money and fame?Even if there were, they would still be scumbags before Mr. Voldemort's perfect diplomacy.

So becoming the most popular magic official is as simple as eating and drinking for him.As Director of the Accident and Disaster Department, Voldemort had only one headache: how to try not to lose his temper with a bunch of idiots.Every time he went to the Ministry of Magic, he had to say it to himself, not everyone could be as capable as Orion, and it was understandable that some Ministry of Magic officials were not efficient...Damn it!How on earth did they manage to deal with only one thing a day, and spend the rest of the time flattering?

Voldemort looked expressionlessly at the smiling officials in front of him. They nodded and bowed and praised themselves in different ways for half an hour. The words are not repeated.

After knocking on the table to interrupt the officer, Voldemort asked coldly, "You don't have anything else to do? Or are you saying that I need to handle so many things myself?"

The few officials who were forced to stop looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that the new director was really completely different from his predecessor.You must know that the former director would not get tired of listening to their flattery for three days and three nights in a row, but this...

"Do you have any questions?" Voldemort's voice became even colder, the chill in his eyes could almost materialize, freezing the group of wizards into|humanoid ice sculptures.

The wizards who were still about to continue to say a few beautiful farewell words with gorgeous rhetoric trembled, did not dare to say more, and hurriedly bowed and left the room.

Voldemort snorted coldly, pulled out the documents next to him and quickly reviewed them.In fact, as the director, he basically didn't need to go out to deal with accidents, but in order to create a new image, he still did it himself for a few days when he first took office.Now it seems that the effect is not enough.Cooperating with the propaganda in the newspapers, there were even voices of support for the Death Eaters among ordinary wizards.

Of course, where there is support, there will be opposition.Many Order of the Phoenix factions, as well as neutral factions, also accused the Death Eaters and their bosses of putting on a show.

Forget about the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the neutral members, Voldemort usually takes people to visit one by one after a few days, making sure to let them know about his new ideas and ideas.

A smile appeared on the corner of Voldemort's sharp mouth, and he smoothly wrote a series of cursive characters on the paper, and snapped the document shut.

A few days later, another new report about Voldemort appeared in the newspapers.This time it was submitted by a strange wizard. In the report, the wizard described the causes and consequences of his change of attitude towards the Duke of Darkness: How much he once disliked the Duke, and even publicly stated that he would never report to the Duke of Darkness. The evil forces succumbed.However, in his latest magical accident, the Black Duke who came to deal with the accidental magic damage time not only solved the problem neatly, but even comforted his little daughter!You know he is Muggle-born, and his daughter is a half-breed!His lordship condescended to conjure up a toy rabbit with his famous yew wand to comfort his young daughter.

[From that moment on, I believed that the Duke has really changed. 】The sorcerer wizard wrote in his contribution, and also left his own name to prove that he was not a Death Eater pretending to be.

A photo was also published with this article.In the picture, there is a cute little blonde girl with tears on her face, holding a snow-white rabbit doll and smiling very happily.The duke himself is not shown in the photo, just a hand rubbing the little girl's hair.That hand had pale and slender fingers, and there was a gold ring on the index finger.An ugly black stone was inlaid in the rough and crude ring, although the ring looked so cheap and ugly, it was also noble because of the bony hand.

Everyone knows that the Black Duke has an inseparable ring on his hand, which is said to be a family heirloom of the Gaunt family.

Immediately, countless letters flew to the Ministry of Magic from all over the wizarding world like snowflakes, naming and saying that they were written to the Director of the Disaster Department.Many of them also specially chose pink envelopes with patterns printed on them. The cover and letter paper were sprayed with enough perfume, which still had different scents.

They all went into the fireplace in Voldemort's office, and he didn't take any of them out to read.If it wasn't for Orion's persuasion, he would directly ask the Ministry of Magic officials in charge of receiving the letters to burn them all as soon as they received them.

"My lord, this shows that your image is improving." The black-haired confidant sincerely congratulated him, "Our little trick has worked."

Voldemort said with a black face that he had no interest in being a popular lover.

Orion shrugged: But you are now, my lord.Ever since he heard that Selwyn had been badly injured at the Duke's estate, he had been determined not to be a lobbyist for Death Eaters with daughters/sisters/other relatives of any kind.He would not anger the Lord for the blood inheritance of other nobles, even though Selwyn never revealed the cause and effect of his serious injury.

The only thing the Death Eaters knew was that after Selwyn recovered from his injury, he changed from a staunch pure-blood faction to a pro-Muggle faction, and was promoted to one of the Lord's most valued men.

What Orion didn't know was that the main reason why Voldemort disliked those courtship letters was that the witches put too much perfume on the envelopes!Every time a new letter was sent into the office, Voldemort had to use several freshening spells to keep the air clean.Even so, one time after he went back, Nagini asked him: "Tom, do you wear perfume? Or women's?"

"..."

Everything is perfect except for this little hiccup.

"Hi, dear, long time no see." Voldemort had just come out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping, when the double-sided mirror on the round table vibrated a few times, revealing Moriarty's face.

In the mirror, he whistled at Voldemort, his eyes were fiery, if there was substance: "I miss you so much." He said, and lick|licked his lower lip suggestively.

Voldemort felt that his gaze was as if a hand had forcibly stripped off his nightgown, and touched it along the way.

He coughed and picked up the double-sided mirror, at least making sure that the mirror wasn't looking up from his waist: "What's the matter?"

Moriarty stared at his neck for a long time before he replied casually: "Didn't I invite you to come here to play last time? How about tomorrow?"

Voldemort brushed his wet hair back from his forehead with one hand, feeling a little strange: "Isn't your wanted warrant still up?"

"That kind of thing has been withdrawn a long time ago." Moriarty squeezed his chin and smiled ironically, "I just revealed some irrelevant information to the Americans, and they promised to remove me from the top ten dangerous people .Maybe there are too many candidates, and I need to make room for others? For example, your Dr. Lecter."

Voldemort hadn't heard this name for a long time, and the last news he got was that Hannibal successfully escaped from the Baltimore Mental Hospital. So far, he has also joined the top ten most wanted list after Moriarty and Tom, although He's the only one left now.

Moriarty himself made a deal with the US police, and he made the deal through the US Ministry of Magic. May Merlin bless the Muggles who hunted down the doctor.

"Tomorrow is fine." When he came back to his senses, Voldemort accepted Moriarty's invitation, and he really wanted to see what he had to show himself.Could it be Muggle's daily life in the dark world?Or a little game that Moriarty said he was obsessed with recently?

None of these.

As soon as Voldemort arrived at one of Moriarty's strongholds - an ordinary-looking apartment - he was stuffed with clothes. Voldemort frowned and looked at the T-shirt and pants in his hands, as well as the metal bracelet on top: "...What is this?"

Moriarty had already changed his clothes. He now looks like a punk young man hanging out on the streets of London: brown eyes with red bloodshot eyes, thick dark circles under them, and rock-and-roll clothes on his neck and hands. A solid metal pendant.He was biting his lower lip and looking at Voldemort, giggling: "Clothes. Do you want to wear wizard robes to the bar? Or..."

"Or, do you want me to change it for you?" He stared at Voldemort's collar with frighteningly bright eyes.

Voldemort pursed his lips, and took these things that he didn't believe were clothes into the bathroom.He felt that his head must have been stepped on by a troll, or why did he change into this at the instigation of Moriarty?

The young man in the mirror has curly black hair and dark eyes like abysses.The black vest straps spanned his shoulders, and the right shoulder and lower left corner of the outer white T-shirt were deliberately torn into rags, which were loosely placed on his shoulders and strides.The trousers on the lower body tied his legs tightly, and there were three iron chains on the waistband of the trousers, which were in the shape of chains like the chains on his hands.

Voldemort picked up his collar uncomfortably, feeling the chill from his arms to his neck.The trousers also seemed to be too small, and when he bent over, the pale skin on his lower back was clearly visible.

He didn't even recognize this stranger as himself!Just as he was about to take off his clothes again and put on a more secure wizard robe, the bathroom door was pushed open.Moriarty stuck his head in. "Honey, you haven't..."

The following words disappeared automatically, and he stared at Voldemort with a look of shock.

Voldemort frowned slightly, looked away from Moriarty's gaze uncomfortably, and looked into the mirror: "Strange?" He tentatively raised his hand and combed his hair back, making the originally too neat black hair appear messy...

No, it's really strange.

Frowning even tighter, Voldemort put his pale hand on the wizard's robe that was draped aside, and the iron chains hanging on his wrists rubbed against each other as he moved, making a slight clanging sound.

As a result, another wheat-colored hand pressed his to the dark wizard robe, and Moriarty stood behind him, looking at Voldemort in the mirror.

There seemed to be an invisible string taut in the air.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" After a long time, Moriarty raised his eyebrows and said slowly in a hoarse voice.

Without waiting for Voldemort to reply, he continued: "I want to just press you in front of the mirror like this, and fuck you so hard that you can't even ejaculate." His left hand was around Voldemort's waist, slowly Go over his body and press in front.

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