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

? Two hours after you came and I went, Voldemort left the office of the British Muggle Prime Minister satisfied.The three wizards had just disappeared from the fireplace, leaving the Muggle Prime Minister and a demented agent sitting in his office.The Muggle Prime Minister kicked the agent angrily, grabbed the phone on the desk, dialed a few numbers, and yelled into the receiver: "Tell Mycroft to come and see me!"

Back at the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort announced that the highest alert order would be lifted next week, but except for the three main entrances and exits that were left under surveillance, the other entrances and exits were still closed.At the same time, he also publicly announced that the previous problems with the news of the wizarding world had been resolved, and the wizards lying in St. Mungo's would also go through a trial to determine their punishment after they recovered.These are nothing, the best thing for Hogwarts students is that Muggle and half-blood wizards can finally communicate with their families.Although they were forbidden to reveal the cause and effect of this incident, it did not prevent them from mentioning in their letter how powerful the newly appointed Minister of Magic would be if he acted swiftly and resolutely.

Needless to say, Slytherin, even Gryffindor was talking about how the Black Duke single-handedly overthrew the five besieging dark wizards, with a chic posture and a casual attitude.Some wizards who were dissatisfied with his sexuality before had to admit that the ability of the new minister was more undeniable than his sexuality.

According to the "Daily Prophet" survey, during this period of time, the Ministry of Magic's popular support rate has risen gratifyingly.

Voldemort dismissed yet another Ministry of Magic official who was holding a bunch of documents for him to sign, rubbed his temples and stared out the window in an incredulous concentration.The leaks are over for now, and everything is back on track.He finally calmed down for a while, remembering the Muggle Prime Minister's pig liver face after negotiating with himself, he couldn't help but smile.Really should let Moriarty see it too.Speaking of which, Dollard came back from there, and according to him, Moriarty had a great time playing with a consulting detective named Sherlock Holmes recently.

Consult the criminal, consult the detective.

Oh, is this a natural enemy? The smile on Voldemort's face couldn't help but deepen. If a woman was in this office, she would definitely hold her face and scream. There is no other reason. The expression of the always handsome and indifferent Black Duke can almost be called pampering. Drowning, the cold and hard temperament melted in an instant, and anyone would be intoxicated by his curved thin lips.

The double-sided mirror in the drawer vibrated a few times. Voldemort recovered his consciousness and took it out to open it. The man he was thinking of just now appeared in the mirror.Moriarty gleefully yelled at him, "Hey, want to come to the play?"

The play Moriarty was talking about was the last scene in all his carefully prepared repertoire.He explained it to Voldemort for a long time, describing in detail how his mortal enemy would fall from a tall building, or the insidious plan to replace him as a crime professor.

After listening for a long time, Voldemort grasped an important point. He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You want to bet your life with that consulting detective?" He swore that if possible, he would open Moriarty's head one day. See what he's really thinking: "You might die."

"Honey, your face is terrible." Moriarty didn't seem to notice, while sitting on the table, while throwing apples like juggling skillfully, "I won't lose."

Voldemort sat in the high-backed armchair with a dark face, hesitantly stood up and went to look for Moriarty.

After Apparating, he came to yet another of Moriarty's safehouses, just like the previous safehouse, this time also in some nondescript apartment.Apart from Moriarty himself, Voldemort had no idea how many strongholds he had.However, now this person who has prepared countless safe houses is going to risk his life for the sake of having fun...

Rubbing the wand in his hand, Voldemort gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the fainting that was approaching his mouth.Luckily he had also announced to all wizards that his partner of Lord Voldemort was a Muggle man.He's really, really upset right now.

Without looking at his stinky handsome face, Moriarty knew that Voldemort, who was full of depression, was in a bad mood.He had to jump off the table to appease him.

Sitting down next to Voldemort, and skillfully wrapped his arms around the black-haired man's shoulder, Moriarty leaned into his ear and promised: "I will be the one who wins, my dear, you have to have faith in me."

Confidence in a madman? Voldemort squinted at Moriarty's excited eyes, and swallowed the swoon that rushed to his mouth again.

Taking a deep breath, he put away his wand, pulled back the ring on his index finger, roughly grabbed Moriarty's hand, and put it on.

"Is this a marriage proposal?" Moriarty looked at the tacky gold ring that was really not beautiful, and the ugly black stone on the ring, and praised: "Well, it's a very unique wedding ring."

Voldemort grabbed Moriarty's chin, turned his face and bit it.After the two kissed for a while, Voldemort backed away slightly, pressed Moriarty's forehead and threatened in a low voice to the brown eyes who were close at hand: "If you die, I will destroy your entire criminal network and let you The criminal empire that was laboriously built was wiped out."

Moriarty's face remained unchanged, and he grinned to reveal his sharp canine teeth: "Then you will never have this chance."

……

A few days later, Voldemort and Moriarty's men stood together, watching the two standing on the roof of a building with binoculars.Sitting on the edge of the roof wearing a short black trench coat was Moriarty, and the tall, thin man was the consulting detective.In the circular field of view, the mouths of the two people opened and closed, their voices mixed with the sound of electricity flowing into Voldemort's ears.

"I've been looking for fun all my life. You used to be so funny, but now I don't even have you." Voldemort recognized Moriarty's unique slightly jumpy tone.However, what do you mean by haveyou? The Black Duke's face darkened, and he clenched his hands holding the binoculars.

The conversation between the two on the roof was still going on, and Voldemort heard the whistling wind that would blow their voices away from time to time, oh, and Moriarty's breathing.

"Sir, Mycroft's people are all down here." The man named Moran moved to report to Voldemort.

"Leave them alone," Voldemort said coldly, "You should be concerned about Moriarty."

"But..." Before Moran finished speaking, the two heard Moriarty and another person on the headset continue talking——

"Okay, I'll give you some more motivation." When Moriarty's voice came from the headset, he was already grabbed by the collar by the detective and was about to be thrown off the roof.At that moment, Voldemort moved his hand and almost stood up.But in the end, he still slowly lowered his center of gravity and returned to his original position.

In contrast, the sniper holding the gun seemed much calmer, and his body was completely motionless. It was obvious that he trusted Moriarty quite a lot and believed that Sherlock Holmes would definitely die in the end.

Sherlock Holmes. Voldemort said the name again, and Jim Moriarty bit it into his mouth, tearing it apart, biting it apart.

"I am you. Ready to do anything. Ready to destroy everything. Ready to do things ordinary people can't do. Do you want to meet me in hell? Then I will accompany you." The deeper and faster voice was Sherlock · Sherlock Holmes.

"As long as I'm still alive, you'll be able to save your friend, and you'll have a way out. Good luck then." Moriarty's voice also seemed to be infected.Stripped of all pretense and dramatic accents, his voice was equally deep and calm.

Voldemort had a bad feeling when he heard the phrase as long as I live.

Sure enough, after Moriarty finished the previous sentence indifferently, he took out the pistol and stuffed it into his mouth.

"fuck you!" Voldemort yelled, while tearing off the headset as fast as he could.The instant the headset fell from his ear, Voldemort heard double gunshots from the headset and from not far away.

Moran beside him shook his hand, and the muzzle of the rock-solid sniper trembled slightly.His eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked up at Voldemort who stood up: "Sir, teach him..."

Voldemort pursed his lips and gave him a sneer: "Shut up!" Then he turned and rushed down the stairs where they were.

On the roof of the Barts Hospital two streets away, Moriarty fell straight back on the ground, like every person who dies by swallowing a gun, blood quickly spilled from the back of his head and quickly pooled into a large pool .

Sherlock Holmes swayed, stepped back, and looked around, knowing that his and his brother's preparations had finally paid off.

Turning around and standing on the edge of the top floor for the second time, he didn't notice that behind him, the dead Moriarty's hand was emitting a faint light.Sherlock noticed the ring that didn't match Moriarty's style, but before he could analyze what it meant, the confrontation with Moriarty began.He had to restrain his mind and devote himself to this battle.

Facing the only consulting criminal in the world, even Sherlock Holmes, would be nervous.

Therefore, he missed the fleeting white light.

Similarly, when he jumped down from the top of the building, he did not find a man with black slightly curly hair following Watson, turning into a building before other agents spotted him.

……

Three months later, Voldemort sat at the end of the long table and drank tea while reading the Daily Prophet.The sound of stomping footsteps came from the stairs, and he moved down the newspaper slightly to reveal a pair of dark eyes, and saw a pale man in a nightgown.Despite the bad complexion and the lack of blood on his lips, the man caught his sight immediately, and grinned at him, showing two sharp canine teeth: "Good morning, dear."

"..." Voldemort stared at Moriarty for a long time before lowering his head again and continuing to read where he was just now, "Morning."

Behind him, sunlight poured into the dining room from the window, illuminating a whole pale golden rectangle on the floor, and the large piece of hell rose outside the window swayed slightly in the morning wind. ?