[HP] The Power of Love

Although it was summer vacation, on this day, Regina still got up early.

After a quick wash, she put on a new robe she bought, made a face at herself in the mirror, and ran downstairs humming a relaxing tune.

Little Mr. Orange was already sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee while reading today's Daily Prophet.Little Mrs. Orange was bringing out jam and a little basket of soft bread from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Papa! Good morning, Mama!" cried Regina. "Sev isn't here?"

"I'm giving him a holiday." Little Mr. Orange glanced over the newspaper, twirled around on her beautiful new robe, curled his lips disdainfully, "after receiving Mr. Dark Lord today, I probably don't have time Let's continue the experiment." Seeing his daughter's excited expression, he felt that he hated the dark wizard even more.

"Oh, Dad." Regina went over and kissed him on the cheek, smiling, "The shirt is beautiful!"

Little Mr. Orange coughed, and his ears were a little red.

"It's your mother who insists on me wearing the best clothes. If you want me to say, a lab coat is enough..."

"That's impossible, dear," said little Lady Orange, sitting down at the other end of the table, and buttering her slices of bread deftly; Makes a good first impression, doesn't it?"

"I hope he's really another Slytherin," said Mr. Orange casually, turning his gaze back to the newspaper, "and if I find out he's just a charlatan... huh!"

"Oh, he must be real, Dad!" Regina exclaimed. "People have been talking about it for decades."

"That's not certain," Mr. Orange said sharply. "Everyone knows the tricks of politicians-in order to beautify their own image and facilitate votes, what is more convenient than fabricating a noble life experience What about it? I have heard that this gentleman was actually born in an orphanage..."

"I do hope, dear little Mr. Orange," his wife frowned disapprovingly, "that you would show some respect to the guest we are about to receive. He is the Dark Lord."

"Of course I wouldn't be foolish enough to point a Dark Lord's nose at his lies. I'd receive him politely, and when he'd gone away contented--maybe still laughing at the fact that we're both true and false." Fool to identify - and the next day the whole wizarding world will know he's a complete liar!"

"Oh, Dad, you're so bad!" Regina exclaimed in surprise.This was the first time since she was sensible that she praised her father sincerely, "But I assure you, Lord Dark Lord is definitely my genuine distant cousin."

"You can't mistake a relative just because he's a dark wizard!"

"Oh, you'll see." Regina gave her dad a mysterious smile.No one else in the world has as much say in Voldemort's life as she does!She had known him since first year, and not only had she experienced first-hand his extraordinary enthusiasm for Slytherin's great cause, but she had also spent so many happy times with him.He'd given her some fantastic presents, and even taught Severus magic himself for her sake—Severus had said to her more than once that Legilimency was useful in a duel.

If it wasn't because Voldemort was her uncle, if he didn't love her, how could he love Ude and teach such advanced magic to an underage student who hadn't even graduated from Hogwarts?Of course, the extremely high talent of her Sif must have played some positive role in it.

The Orange family finished their breakfast at 9:[-], tidied up a bit, and it was the time Voldemort made an appointment with them in the letter.

There was a knock on the door exactly at ten o'clock.

Regina bounced off the couch and rushed to the door with a swiftness that surprised both her parents.Little Mr. and Mrs. Orange even had time to stand up before she opened the door.

"Uncle!" Regina happily threw herself into the arms of the wizard wearing a black cloak and a hood outside the door.

Voldemort kissed Regina gracefully, then let go of her, straightened up with a smile, and met the eyes of little Mr. Orange who came out.

"Greetings," Voldemort held out his hand politely, "we wrote before..."

"Hello." Little Mr. Orange shook hands with him, and looked at him cautiously. "Come in, please—my... cousin Voldemort?"

"..." Voldemort paused.For half a century, people only dared to respect him as "adult" or "master" with trepidation.Voldemort felt he had reached the limit of his tolerance when Regina had suddenly appeared in his life a few years earlier, giving him the title of "uncle" without his permission.But at this moment, he found that his view of "limit" was still presumptuous.

"Yes, my dear cousin." When Voldemort spit out the word "cousin", the smile on his face was so perfect that there was not even the slightest crack.

What follows is much simpler.

After all, Voldemort is indeed a descendant of Slytherin who is full of gold. He quickly passed Mr. Orange's temptation, and the attitude of the latter and his wife immediately became enthusiastic.

"Oh! My poor little Volde!" Little Mrs. Orange kissed the back of his hand pityingly (Voldemort has just described his miserable life experience in his demagogic rhetoric and indifferent tone), "if grandpa Grandma heard, how distressed they should be!"

Voldemort was startled for a moment before he realized that she had actually given a nickname to that name that made countless wizards tremble right in front of the Lord Dark Lord himself!

——No, that doesn't sound scary at all!he can't allow...

But thinking of his original intention of coming here, Voldemort suppressed this dissatisfaction forcefully.In any case, it was much better than what he had guessed when he first mentally prepared himself.He hadn't expected to spend such a happy time in a family that raised such a terrible daughter as Regina-but whether it was Mr. Orange's own powerful magic, his prestige in the wizarding academic circle, or What Regina inadvertently leaked about the Orange Manor and the Orange Family property made Voldemort deeply believe that, under the current severe situation where the two sides are confronting each other and the flames of war are imminent, if this door with strength is not It would be too wasteful to bring over relatives.

Slytherin attaches great importance to his family—Voldemort believes that as long as he is a little moved, the Orange family will become his confidant power like the Malfoy family—not only that, Voldemort even believes that they can build a family that is stronger than his own. A closer relationship with the Malfoys, they are family after all.

For this purpose, Voldemort was prepared to endure the kind of mental abuse he suffered when he was with Regina, and he bravely sent a note to the little Orange couple-who can raise Regina like this. The parents of his daughter must also be formidable - Voldemort is convinced of this.

Fortunately, the little Oranges don't seem to be as difficult to get along with as Regina herself.Voldemort was surprised and delighted to find that they had a good time - at least for a long time at first.

The little Orange couple was very hospitable, not only invited Voldemort to have lunch with them, but also insisted on keeping him until dinner time.If Voldemort hadn't repeatedly stated that he couldn't do without Death Eater headquarters, they would have asked the house-elf to fix him a bedroom as well.

"Oh, you must come and see the Orange Manor!" Little Mrs. Orange invited enthusiastically, "Regina's grandparents must also hope to see you."

"I bet they would be very guilty!" Little Mr. Orange said with certainty. "My parents are well-meaning people. If they had known that the Gaunt family and a blood relative like you were wandering in the orphanage, I will definitely try my best to find you and bring you back to live with us."

Voldemort flinched for a moment at the possibility that sounded too fantastical, but he soon recovered his composure, smiling with just the right amount of regret on his face.

"It's such a pity."

"But it's not too late now." Little Mr. Orange said enthusiastically, "I wonder if you have time this weekend? I can take you to Orange Manor to check the door... We have a nice garden, If you are interested, we can also go hunting in the nearby hills. I just asked a friend to help me get a few AK-47s. Sieve those poor animals... But with house-elves there's no way game will be served with bullets... Well, or do you prefer to go out to sea in a boat? We also have a yacht, that's It's the latest model!" he said with gusto, showing off his favorite toy to his cousin like a child, and for a moment he didn't notice the blankness in his audience's eyes.

"...Excuse me?" Voldemort had to interrupt him politely, "What are you talking about...?"

"Oh, sorry!" Little Mr. Orange blushed, "I forgot, ordinary wizards don't understand these Muggle things..." He touched his head shyly and said, "I'm not very good at describing, Those things... If you can come over on the weekend, I would be happy to explain it to you in detail."

"It's my honor," Voldemort said with a decent smile, "to visit the famous Orange Manor—but let's forget about those Muggle items," he tried to hide his disdain, "I'm not good at them .”

Little Mr. Orange saw Voldemort's perfunctory at a glance, but he just smiled knowingly.Some of his other wizarding friends had said the same in the beginning.But when they really saw those things, they all changed their attitudes!

Little Mr. Orange decided not to argue with Voldemort about this. When the cousin really saw those wonderful Muggle inventions, he naturally didn't need to waste his time talking.

So little Mr. Orange changed the subject quickly, and began talking about a spell he had been working on lately.

But Voldemort seemed to be provoked by him to talk about Muggle issues, and began to ask him his opinion on Muggles.

"Oh," said little Mr. Orange, perplexed, "opinion? As a matter of fact, I don't have any particular opinion of them..."

"You seem to know them well... out of curiosity?"

"Curiosity? Oh, no, no, it's a lady's business to be curious about the neighbors, haha... Ouch!" Little Mr. Orange was pinched by his wife, and quickly stopped saying After finishing half of the sentence, he looked flatteringly at little Mrs. Orange and said, "I was only joking!"

Little Mrs. Orange rolled her eyes at him, with a look of "some guest will let you go temporarily, you will wait for me tonight", she gathered her skirt and stood up.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see how dinner is going, you guys have a good chat." Her eyes softened again when they turned to Voldemort.

Voldemort bowed politely to her and watched her leave politely.

"Women!" Little Mr. Orange shook his head at his wife's back as if trying to save face, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Regina looking at him with a half-smile, so he couldn't help but pretend to be calm coughed loudly.

"Why are you still here? Go to the kitchen and help your mother." He waved her away, thinking that some things are more convenient to say when only a man is present.

"I'm not!" Regina wasn't afraid of him at all. "Mum always said I'd only make trouble in the kitchen, and she'd have Lizzie." Lizzie was their house-elf.

Regina leaned in and wrapped her arms around Voldemort's arm, shaking it eagerly.

"Besides, I still want to hear my uncle talk about his ideals!"

--ideal?right!That's right!This is what he came here for!Instead of some unhealthy small talk with a few new relatives—

Voldemort, who had always disliked this niece in his heart, finally discovered that Regina also had advantages.He glanced at her appreciatively, letting her cling too closely to his arm with indulgence.However, just as Voldemort cleared his throat and was about to speak, his cousin laughed viciously.

"Oh, I know that! 'Wizards enslaving Muggles'!" Little Mr. Orange laughed and shook his head, as if it was such a ridiculous thing.

Voldemort tried to ignore little Mr. Orange's disapproving look, but he couldn't do it for a long time.

—he was wrong!How could he think that the man who raised Regina would be better off than her?

Voldemort's anger crept up, but just as he was about to ask a question, Regina stood up and did it for him.

"What are you laughing at, Dad!" she said angrily, "Aren't uncle's ideals great?"

"Great? Oh, of course great, haha!" Little Mr. Orange finally noticed Voldemort's displeasure, and stopped laughing awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my dear...God, so you are serious, my dear Cousin? This policy program you and your friends put forward - until today, I thought it was just talk - "

"What makes you think I'm just talking?" Voldemort said deadpan.

"But," Mr. Orange couldn't help stammering out of excessive surprise, "but, everyone knows that this is impossible!"

"I don't see why it's so difficult!" said Voldemort stiffly.Of course, the previous happiness was gone, and now he felt that Regina was the cutest in this family.At least she has been praising him constantly, and never questioned his ability——

"Oh! Dad!"——Look, Regina really felt sorry for him, "If you can't do it, it doesn't mean uncle can't do it either!"

Voldemort's heart was pounding, and if she hadn't gone on—

"...Uncle wants to lead 4000 British wizards... no, excluding Muggleborns, white wizards, and neutral wizards who are wise to protect themselves, as well as the elderly and children, there are about 500 people left? Well, uncle wants to lead 500 of the most evil The dark wizard of the United Kingdom, defeated more than 5000 million British Muggles...Huh? That is to say, Uncle is going to lead a village and occupy the entire country?!...Is this true...Oh! How brave and evil this is , What a lofty ideal!!"

After praising Voldemort so much that her face turned blue, Regina still turned her face away and spoke righteously to her father.

"Father, compared with others, you are simply too lacking in pursuit!"

There was an eerie silence in the living room.

Little Mr. Orange, who was accused by his daughter of not pursuing, was furious and was speechless for a while.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was furiously reminded of his Death Eater team, which had so far only had 30 members... He couldn't help turning his head to look at Regina—sure enough, her expression was as innocent as he had guessed.

Voldemort now sincerely hoped that Regina would never praise him again!

It wasn't until this time that Voldemort realized that sometimes Occlumency doesn't work.Because some people's thoughts are not put in their heads, but they are spoken directly.

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I was dug up by the boss early in the morning yesterday, and then I was given a lot of work... I don't expect to be able to rest until the middle of next month TAT

So... so I am sorry to tell everyone that the next update will be irregular, and the number of words in the update may not be fixed [Cover your face

However, this article is only about 5W words and it will be over, so there will be absolutely no pitfalls, please rest assured~

It's just that it was originally planned to end at the end of this month, but now it seems that it will be very good if it can be completed at the end of October... ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Hey, there are still 500+ people among you, no matter how much I beg her/he will not spend tens of seconds to click the pink portal to enter my column to support me.

I'm sad! ~~o(>_<)o~~