[HP] The Power of Love

"My master."

"Did you bring that thing?" Voldemort turned, looking down at the dark-haired woman kneeling at his feet and kissing his boots.

"Yes." Bellatrix hesitated, took a brocade-wrapped box from her pocket and handed it to him.There was a hint of reluctance on her face, but Voldemort didn't notice it.

He eagerly took the box, opened it, and took out a small, delicate gold cup.

"Very well, my little Bella." Voldemort looked at his gold cup with satisfaction, "I can see that you have kept it well."

"Yes, my lord!" Bellatrix blushed instantly, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I'm honored! And I'm still willing to keep it for the master, as long as, just give me this chance!" She looked longingly at Voldemort and the golden cup in his hand.She knew what it was - Hufflepuff's Gold Cup, one of the Hogwarts Relics.The master gave her his most precious property for safekeeping, which represented his trust and love for her. She was proud of it, and she did live up to the master's entrustment by hiding it in the safest place in the world. One of two places - in the vault at Gringotts.However, why did the master suddenly want to take this thing back?Is she doing something wrong?

"There will be a chance," said Voldemort, "to serve your Master—in other matters. Lord Voldemort trusts that you will never disappoint him. Now you may go."

"Yes, Master," Bellatrix whispered, reassured by Voldemort's affirmation, her eyes filled with grateful tears again.As long as she is still the master's most trusted believer, that's enough.

Bellatrix cast a longing glance at Voldemort, but his eyes were fixed on the cup rather than her.She bowed in disappointment and exited the room.

Voldemort had been reading a lot lately.Most of his Death Eaters came from pure-blood noble families with a long history, and they were often flattered by the sudden visit of the Dark Lord and his request to use their family library.However, even so, Voldemort did not find much useful content for him-no book could tell him whether making Horcruxes would weaken his power.

This is also understandable, after all, Horcruxes are recognized by the world as the "most evil" black magic, and there are too few wizards who study it.

In fact, Voldemort was the first wizard who successfully split his soul into more than two pieces, and those wizards who wrote books didn't even know this magic as well as him.

Voldemort sat down behind his desk, staring thoughtfully at his gold cup.

His quest for power is never-ending, and he admits that the idea of ​​"taking back the Soul piece would make him stronger" appeals to him.What's more, Regina's theory that "the power of the soul will disappear after exhaustion" also made him uneasy.

Voldemort decided to try it out, since he already had enough Horcruxes anyway.And as long as he wants, he can cut the fused soul again at any time.

Voldemort thought about his Horcruxes one by one.

The ring and the locket are family heirlooms of the Slytherin family, the best thing to keep his soul piece.He didn't want to move these two.

The crown was at Hogwarts, and it was inconvenient for him to get it now.

Diary... If it wasn't for the fact that he really didn't want to see Regina again in a short time, the diary would be the best choice: Compared with the four Hogwarts relics, it is worthless... Forget it, it's still Hedge Patch's Gold Cup Bar.Well, that's it!At least Bellatrix wouldn't have the guts to ask him to explain why he took back something that had been entrusted to her for safekeeping.

Bellatrix didn't ask any questions.This pleased Voldemort.

He held the golden cup in his palm thoughtfully.He has only seen the method of restoring the whole soul in one book——

"...repent. Must really feel what you did. It's excruciatingly painful..."

Voldemort could hardly believe his eyes the first time he read the text.

repent?He has nothing to repent of!For example, the golden goblet in front of me—the unworthy descendant of Hufflepuff, the disgusting old witch, dared to hit him (thinking of this Voldemort frowned in disgust), and he deserved to be killed !Moreover, he mercifully allowed her to die, fulfilling the family heirloom that she carefully preserved all her life, becoming one of his noble Horcruxes.This is the supreme honor bestowed upon her by Lord Voldemort!

Voldemort immediately vetoed the proposal.He decided to find a better way himself, as he had done in many successful experiments.

Voldemort likes to innovate, especially in the research of black magic, he has gone farther than anyone else.When people praise him, it is often mentioned that his achievements have pushed magic to unprecedented heights.

But this time, he believed that he would also be able to successfully find a way to fuse soul pieces.

Voldemort rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight.

The news that the Lord Dark Lord locked himself in the laboratory for more than a month and did not come out made the Death Eaters talk a lot.

However, the new head of the Malfoy family and the new mistress of the Lestrange family did not live up to Voldemort's expectations, and they still managed all the internal and external affairs of the Death Eaters in an orderly manner during his absence.

Lucius was grateful to the Dark Lord for the heavy responsibility he had placed on him at such a time, and it made him less ridiculed for his father's indecent death.Although Bellatrix was dissatisfied that she was not the only one with the highest status in Voldemort's heart, but for the sake of her sister Narcissa, she reluctantly did not care about Lucius.

However, most of the Death Eaters, including them, didn't know what Voldemort was researching. They just enthusiastically guessed at the party what interesting black magic the master would invent this time.

And all of this was unknown to Regina.She had only vaguely heard that his uncle had bought his own estate and moved out of Malfoy Manor.It was said that it was because the late Mr. Malfoy had an infectious disease.This is really terrible!She wrote several letters to her uncle with great concern, asking about his health.Too bad he never came back.

"Maybe uncle is too busy!" Regina comforted herself in this way, disappointed.After all, he is the Dark Lord!

Regina didn't lose her mind for long, when a sudden incident completely took her attention away.

This afternoon, after finishing her own class, Regina found a place to sit and read a book outside the classroom of the class that Severus was going to take, planning to go to the cafeteria together after he finished class.

However, in the middle of the class, Professor Slughorn suddenly appeared and called Severus out.

"Professor, what happened?" Regina stood up in surprise and asked.

"Ah, Miss Regina." Slughorn's expression was unusually serious, even in front of his favorite student, he only smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I just want to talk to Mr. Snape Talk. Oh, by the way, maybe you'll need some chocolate later on," he suggested.

Severus, who was also confused, only had time to say to Regina: "See you in the common room." He was taken away by Professor Slughorn.

Severus didn't return to the Slytherin common room until dinner was about to start.

Regina was startled when she saw him again.

"What's the matter with you? What happened?"

Severus walked in with a pale face, and gave her a blank look.

Regina ran to him worriedly, reached out and touched his forehead.

"Are you sick?" She was surprised to find that there were water marks on his face.A sense of foreboding seized her.

Severus looked at her concerned face, his eyes widening slightly.

"It's my mother..." His voice was so low that Regina could almost read his lips. "They told me...she died."

Regina froze, unable to speak a word.

"They asked me to come back and pack my things. I'll be back tonight."

While Severus in London was mourning the death of his mother, and Regina in Hogwarts was worrying about what her boyfriend had suffered, Voldemort, dozens of miles away, was also there. Annoyed by the failure of his experiment.

He had tried every version of healing spells, growing spells, and restoration spells, black or white, spells or potions.None worked.This made him very impatient, until eventually even Sticking Charms, Permanent Sticking Charms, and Freezing Charms were thrown on his precious soul one by one.Voldemort had to be thankful his Horcruxes were made strong enough.

After a few more days like this, Voldemort had to admit that his train of thought was stuck.

If it was something else, maybe his progress would be faster.But it was his precious soul piece, and he had to be careful with it.Although sometimes he really wanted to pinch Soul Piece's neck and say: I order you to fit with me, if you refuse, I will be Avada...

All in all, books and working behind closed doors couldn't help him much now.Voldemort put on his coat and cloak, took the gold cup and wand, and was about to go for a walk to see if he could get new inspiration.

When he came to the foyer, he frowned at the pile of letters scattered on the coffee table, and walked over to put them away.The mail that can pass through the screening magic he set up and be sent directly to him needs to be handled by him personally.

A house-elf could be made to do these things, and by contract magic it was impossible for elves to betray their wizard masters.

— Time to get a house-elf.

Voldemort thought this, and waved his wand.The letters floated up one after another and were neatly stacked.At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pile of parchment fragments that were "torn apart".The corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

—Damn Regina!Actually wrote to ask him if he was infected by Abraxas.Has no one told her what dragon wart virus is? !

Even if she wrote five sheets of parchment full of words of concern, it still couldn't appease his anger!

But Voldemort still inevitably think of those sentences full of sincere feelings.From the bottom of his dark heart that had been frozen for thousands of years, a very faint warmth seemed to rise intermittently.

This warmth immediately caused him a strong, corrosive sting from the depths of his soul, and he quickly put this feeling away, hating Regina even more in his heart.

However, almost at the same time, the golden cup lying in the palm of his other hand moved.

Voldemort held it up to his eyes in great surprise.He felt the part of his soul that was still aching, and the soul piece in the golden cup seemed to be in telepathy.

Voldemort froze for a moment, but soon realized that the answer he had been chasing for months seemed to be right in front of him!

He sat down on the sofa in high spirits, trying to remember the warmth that caused the sting just now.Although he didn't understand why, he found that it seemed to be caused by Regina's concern for him.

With a flick of his wand, he "restored" Regina's pile of shredded parchments, letting them float before his eyes.He took them and read them over and over again, enduring the deep pain in his soul and trying again to connect the soul piece with his main soul.

Unfortunately, that warm feeling is too weak, too rare.Until he could no longer feel any more warmth from the letter, the fusion still failed.

To make matters worse, without the support of that warmth, the soul piece that had been connected to the main soul showed signs of falling off again.Voldemort hurriedly recalled every time Regina was with him from the first time she saw him until now.This really made his soul piece support for a moment longer.However, this is not enough.

Voldemort gasped, watching with pity that his soul piece and the main soul were clearly separated again.

Although he failed again, this is the first time his soul film has shown a tendency to return to the main soul.This gave him great confidence.

Voldemort had no intention of going out at this time, and was buoyantly studying that warm feeling that seemed to burn his soul.

However, many days later, he still had no clue.

Voldemort's patience was finally exhausted.

——My career is now at a critical stage of development, the Death Eaters need me, and the pure-blood families are still waiting for me to lead them, gouging out the rotten sores that have invaded us, until only pure-blood wizards remain ... I even locked myself in the laboratory to do research!

Voldemort immediately dropped the cup and returned to the waiting Death Eaters.

"Your Excellency must have invented some amazing magic again this time!" However, there were still many people who were reluctant to bring up topics that displeased him.The flattering Death Eater in front of him was one of them.

Voldemort scowled.Unfortunately, due to the limitations of his facial features, his mood was not immediately discovered by those below who wanted to curry favor with him.

"Of course!" another Death Eater complimented, "Master's achievements in magic are unmatched! There is no magic in this world that the master doesn't know about!"

—Is there any magic that I don't know?Voldemort felt that this was a irony for him who had spent months on a spell without getting any results.He raised the tip of his wand and was about to teach the eyeless Death Eater a lesson—

Voldemort froze suddenly.If there is any kind of magic in the world that he doesn't know about...

The scene of him going to Hogwarts to apply for a job 20 years ago and being rejected by Dumbledore flashed through his mind quickly.

Dumbledore once said bluntly that he was pathetic ignorant of some magic.

He remembered that he just sneered and said contemptuously.

"Old rhetoric, but, Dumbledore, there is nothing I have seen in the world that proves your famous claim that love is stronger than my kind of magic."

And now...

Although Voldemort still didn't believe the theory, he thought it wouldn't hurt to try it.

He knew that Dumbledore was not only referring to the love between lovers, but also the love of parents, friends and relatives.

In Voldemort's heart, love is a cheap thing that can be picked up easily.

So he immediately summoned Bellatrix alone.

—Oh, yes, he knew very well that she loved him.And she was the one he could think of, the one who could come to him the fastest and offer her love to him.

He also knew very well how to make her love more intense and intense.

So Voldemort tried very hard to seduce and tease with words, which made Bellatrix blush and pant and her eyes were blurred.

However, his soul felt nothing.

The author has something to say: I have finally waited for this opportunity: I would like to dedicate this article "[HP] The Power of Love" Chapter 7 The Power of Love to my CP Huai Su (Tutu) to express my love for her love(^o^)/~

Here I would like to thank her, not only for her various recommendations, and for voting for the first mine in this article, but also for her delicate body and soft body~

All of this deeply embodies...the power of love... [You are really enough!

PS: I wrote this chapter very seriously, if it still crashes or thunders...TAT please tell me and forgive me~~! ! !