HP's profit-seeking

After that day, Danica became more careful about what she said and did. She didn't know where it attracted Voldemort's attention.But this is not a good thing for her. When his red eyes stared at her, she tried her best to hold back the fear of wanting to run away.

But it's not all bad.Danica was lost in thought, while taking off the death eater's black robe from the hook hanging on the side, and began to undo a row of small buttons on the black wizard's robe that she fastened tightly around her neck.Voldemort has clearly revealed something secret, he seems to have found a way to transcend death, but, what is it?Danica frowned, searching her mind for all the books she'd read in the past 18 years.

There was a soft crack in the fireplace, and Fred stooped out of the fireplace, which was too short for him.

He hugged Danica with a chill all over his body, complaining about the bad weather in London, "November is as cold as winter, but the floor heating developed by Muggles is really amazing," he said. Nika wrapped her neck with both hands in the collar she had just untied, "Feel how cold it is outside—"

Danica shivered from the cold, and quickly pulled out his troublesome hand, "I really have never seen a more asshole than you, Fred! I just came back, and I know how cold it is outside!"

Laughing, Fred put on his slippers, took off his coat and hung it beside her Death Eater cloak.He lowered his head and kissed Danica's frowning brow, and put his slender fingers on the buttons, helping her undo the row of buttons.

"Where did you buy such a difficult dress?" Fred took a long time to untie three or five of them. "And it's so dark that it wraps you tightly. There's also a sense of familiarity..."

He took a step back and looked at Danica, "I thought about it, you look too much like Snape!"

Danica rolled her eyes angrily. She finally unbuttoned the last button and took off the black wizard robe.She tossed it casually, and the clothes floated to the hanger by themselves, "So? If your EQ is online at this time, you should say that even if you dress like Snape, you are still as beautiful as ever."

Wearing only her petticoat, she walked barefoot into the open kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and looked inside to find something.

"Of course, isn't this nonsense, in my eyes you look beautiful no matter what you wear," Fred followed behind her with a playful smile, "Of course it's the most beautiful to wear nothing."

Danica took out a tube of reagents from it, and looked at him reproachfully, "You are really good at running trains with your mouth full."

She raised her head and was about to drink the potion in the test tube, but Fred snatched it away, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Every time you come back from there, you have to drink a tube of palliative. Are you I don't know that drinking too much potion is bad for your health."

"Give it to me, Fred." Danica reached for the test tube, and he raised his arm again, making sure she couldn't grab it on tiptoe.

Danica could only give up, "Okay, okay, then I won't drink today, I'll go get some hot water..." She took the kettle next to her and poured a glass of water, and the hand holding the glass Trembling slightly.

Fred put the potion back in the refrigerator and grabbed Danica, pulling her hard onto him.He supported her waist with a little force, picked her up, and let her step on his slippers.Fred hugged her like this and walked step by step towards the living room, and then the two of them fell into the sofa together.

"What are you nervous about?" He stroked Danica's back with his big hand, and said softly with a soothing tone.

Danica narrowed her eyes comfortably, like a cat being stroked, "It's nothing."

His caressing hand slid underneath and suddenly slapped Danica's ass so hard that she sat up straight, covered the spot, and looked at him in disbelief.

"Children who don't tell the truth will be punished." Fred looked at her with a smile. "Tell me, what happened? You've been getting paler lately, and you're always waking up at night. Don't rush Shake your head, I'll sleep next to you, I can detect every little change in you."

Danica leaned forward and wanted to kiss his mouth, but Fred turned his head away, "No, no, no, we don't accept beauty tricks now."

She froze for a moment, and bit down hard on his Adam's apple, and Fred let out a groan.When his eyes were gradually stained with lust/lust, and his big hand was unconsciously stroking Danica's waist, she smiled, and suddenly got up and sat on the opposite sofa.

The naked white foot stepped on the bulging thing between his legs. The red-haired woman smiled brightly and rolled her eyes. Fred couldn't move, and cursed inwardly, this seductive goblin.

"Don't move, you said you don't accept beauty tricks," Danica said with a smile, "but I told you not to get angry."

She said in a relaxed tone, "I think Voldemort may be tired of Bellacritus, he seems to want a younger woman to-"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured, Fred stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth like a raging lion, "So he has his eye on you?! How could he—how could he—I To kill him!"

Danica was taken aback by him, and quickly got up to comfort him, "I think he's only interested in me temporarily, I'm trying to stay away from him, it's okay, Fred—"

"No wonder he keeps calling you over there! I was thinking, Death Eaters go to work every day like us," Fred said angrily, his red eyes staring at Danica, "Can you put Shall I make myself a little ugly before going over?"

"What?" Danica couldn't help laughing after realizing it, "Why are you so cute, I already dress like an ascetic nun every day."

She walked up to him, jumped up, and clung to him like a koala.Fred reluctantly held her hips so she wouldn't fall.

"I'll spend more time with you, okay?" Danica pecked his mouth one after another. "I'll find a way to avoid going there. How about I go to work with you tomorrow?"

Fred's eyes lit up, and Danica knew it was over.She leaned on his shoulder with a chuckle, but her eyes were as cold as a piece of ice. It would be great if that person had never appeared.

Early the next morning, there was chaos in house 47. Danica hurriedly tied Fred's tie for him. He mumbled thank you and continued to eat his breakfast.

"Hurry up, I wouldn't be up late today if you hadn't bothered me last night!" Danica complained as she put on her coat.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Fred swallowed the last bite of bread, hurriedly got up and put on his coat and leather shoes, ready to walk into the fireplace.

"Wait, I almost forgot to disguise myself." Danica paused, tapped her face with her wand, and muttered some spell.After a while, her facial features became slightly different, and her hair became shorter and took on a deep brown-red color.She asked, "How is it? Is there anything else I need to change? The Polyjuice Potion is still good, but unfortunately the stock at home has been used up."

"I know you too well, so I can still recognize you. But I don't think others will see it," Fred looked at her, and hurriedly took her hand. "We must leave quickly, or George will have to Crazy."

"93 Diagon Alley!"

George looked up at the two people who came out of the fireplace, "Fred, you're late again. No. 13 times this month, what's the reason this time? Woke up late, traffic jam on the Floo network? Or," he said Glancing at the strange woman that Fred was leading, "You worked hard last night to hand in your homework?"

"Stop talking nonsense, George, do you think I don't know you're still a virgin?" Fred helped Danica into a magenta shop gown before taking off his coat and putting on his own, "Today She comes to help, but don't really wear her out."

George looked at him angrily, "Fred, what are you talking about again?"

The female shop assistant with short blond hair took Danica to the other side understandingly, "Come with me, I will take you to check some goods. My name is Verity, what's your name?"

"Joanna Brown." Danica smiled kindly, making up a random name.

Fred watched the two walk away, and put his arms around George's shoulders, "Hey, you're not really angry, are you? I was just joking."

George shook off his hand and said angrily, "I was just joking too. Okay, let's clear up." He glanced at Danica's back, "I didn't expect you to really listen to me Advice. But let me think this is how many girls you've brought over, the one with the yellow hair was the third one...it's the fourth, Fred! This makes me feel bad for Dani It's stuck, it's only been two months—"

Fred pushed away his unbelievably accusatory fingers, and said nonchalantly, "Don't be so concerned about my personal affairs, I'm playing in the world." He whistled and walked towards Danica.

The gloomy haze is washed away by the rays of the sun, and people start a new day of life.The number of customers in the Weasley joke store gradually increased, and Danica was sent to the counter by Fredella to help with the checkout, while they dealt with the customers.As it approached noon, the number of people did not decrease, but it felt that more people were pouring into the store.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the glass of the shop was smashed.Several girls in the store screamed in panic, and four or five men in black cloaks grinned and broke in, waving their wands and throwing evil spells casually.The store was devastated, with collapsed shelves and broken merchandise everywhere, and the laughter and laughter just a few minutes ago seemed like a dream.Now, the dream is broken.

"Quick! Go through the back door! Verity, take the people here and leave quickly!" George shouted, turning around and entangled with a masked Death Eater, and the light from the spell splashed everywhere.

Danica came out from behind Fred's protection, she took out her wand, and said the spell firmly, "There are many obstacles!"

Several Death Eaters chasing fleeing customers were hit by a flash of white light that slammed onto the shelves, knocking their contents down and knocking them unconscious.

She flicked out an iron armor spell to block a red light, and approached a Death Eater steadily, her anger caused her magic power to riot, "I told you, Dolohov, don't come to this shop to make trouble!"

The long-faced wizard took a few steps back in fear, looked at her suspiciously, "I've never seen you—"

"Cruciate!"

The last thing he saw before the fatal agony was the wand carved with thorns in the hand of the auburn-haired woman.

"We have to leave quickly!" Fred dragged her to the room behind the counter, and Dolohov escaped under her Cruciatus Curse.

Not a single store in Diagon Alley is open anymore.

On Christmas Day, the sky was full of snowflakes, and people took a rare breath of panic, and the festive atmosphere was everywhere.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Danica came out of the fireplace covered in wind and frost, "A few Death Eaters are having an event tonight. I secretly messed with them and was almost discovered."

Fred put away the postal form he was still filling out, and the Weasley Joke Shop was now only open for owl mail.He put the package and postal order aside, "It's not too late, we're going there just in time for dinner. Then we can stay overnight and come back tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Danica nodded, quickly took off her black robe, changed into a brightly colored wizard robe, strode into the kitchen, and took out a bottle of potion from the refrigerator.

Fred looked at her with interest, "What's it like this time?"

Danica added a black hair to it, and the potion frothed and she gulped it down.Not long after, a tall woman with black curly hair raised her exquisite eyebrows. Her cheekbones were a little high and her eye sockets were deep, as if she had stepped out of a pictorial. "A Muggle model, have you been fascinated?"

"That's not the case, you still look good." Fred put on her coat, took her hand and walked into the fireplace, "The Burrow!" A green flame burst into flames.

"Fred! Where do you live recently?" Molly anxiously grabbed the tall man who had just come out of the fireplace, "George moved back home a while ago, and he can't tell where you live now." --Who is this?"

"My current girlfriend," Fredella said, smiling as he passed Danica, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Danica smiled politely. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley. I'm Cecilia Bulstrode."

George had been sitting at the kitchen table, with his feet up on the table, nibbling on an apple and watching Harry and Ron playfully peel a pair of Brussels sprouts.Hearing the sound from the fireplace, he suddenly turned his head to look at them, and when he let go of his hand, the apple fell to the ground with a bang.

"Another one..." George looked at Danica in disbelief.

"What?" Mrs. Weasley didn't catch it.

At this time, Harry also turned his head to look at it curiously, and then he was also taken aback, the knife in his hand accidentally cut his finger.He let out a cry of pain, lowered his head and sucked his cut thumb.

"Mom!" Ginny sprinted down the stairs like the wind, "my hairpin is missing—" Her voice stopped abruptly, looking at Danica as if she had seen a ghost, and then at Fer Red, turned around and plunged into the kitchen.

"What's the matter with you all? This is so rude," Mrs. Weasley smiled apologetically at Danica, and stormed into the kitchen.

George whispered in her ear, "I've seen four of the girls Fred brought over in the store—" He glanced at the dark-haired young woman outside, "but I didn't see this one." seen."

"When I went to Hogsmeade village a while ago, I ran into Fred. He was kissing a girl with silver-white hair in the alley." Ginny also whispered.

"Yes, we were looking for a store that could open there." George nodded, "Wait a minute, I've never seen a girl with silver-white hair!"

Molly Weasley gasped, she couldn't believe her son would turn into a bad guy who played with women's hearts.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and then said, "During the summer vacation, in the big supermarket in front of my uncle's house, I ran into Fred once, he was walking with a black-haired girl, uh...not this one... ..."

Ron exclaimed, "Bull!"

"Do you think this is worthy of admiration?" Mrs. Weasley slapped the back of Ron's head hard, and she felt her eyes go dark, so the person standing outside was at least the seventh daughter Fred had handed over. friends.

After hesitating for a while, she walked out of the kitchen and said to Danica with a smile on her face, "Cecilia, you go to the stove first and sit down to enjoy the fire, and we will be able to eat soon." Mrs. Weasley's eyes changed , looked at Fred very sharply, "Then you, come to the kitchen and help me."

"How can I help—" Fred was dragged forcefully into the kitchen by Molly.

"Fred Weasley, I always knew you were out of tune, but I didn't expect you to be an emotional bastard!" Mrs. Weasley's chest heaved violently a few times, and she continued to scold him, "No wonder George It only said that you live in your girlfriend's house, but you don't know the specific address. Yeah, who can know which girlfriend's house you are in today?"

"Mum, I didn't—" Fred argued.

Mrs. Weasley interrupted him emotionally, "I didn't expect you to become depraved once you got emotionally frustrated! Although I don't know why you broke up with Danica, she is really a good girl..."

She kept babbling about Fred, and the others looked like they were enjoying the show, especially George, whose eyes were terribly bright.

It wasn't until dinner began that Mrs. Weasley stopped giving Fred a lesson.He sat next to Danica with a face full of resentment, and whispered, "I was scolded badly by my mother, because every time I was with a woman who looked different. She seemed to resent men's fickleness."

Danica chuckled, and the hand under the table quietly took Fred's hand, "Polyjuice Potion can't keep pulling the same person's hair, sorry, Fred. But neither can I, if someone finds me It has something to do with the Weasleys, not only will I be ruined, but you will also be implicated by me."

He squeezed the hand that was one size smaller than his, and said in a muffled voice, "I know."

The dinner was very sumptuous, and there were many people sitting around the round table. The wrinkles on Lupine's face became more, and his sense of vicissitudes was repulsed by his smile. He was discussing something loudly with Mr. Weasley, and both of them were a little drunk .Bill and Fleur sat whispering together, while Mrs Weasley listened raptly to the radio, her favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck.

Danica sips eggnog, a cheap fruit wine that tastes good.She leaned on the back of the chair very relaxedly, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, this relaxed and joyful atmosphere made her a little obsessed.

"Oh, my poor heart, where did it go?

It left me, hooked by magic..."

On the radio, Celestina sang one of her famous songs, "You Magically Hooked My Heart Away."

The crooning was not very pleasant, but it made Danica a little drowsy. She rested her head on Fred's shoulder and closed her eyes.

A familiar burning pain came from her left arm, and Danica's eyebrows furrowed vigorously. She had never hated the Dark Mark on her arm so much for a moment.

"Fred," Danica whispered, putting his hand on her left arm, "I think we need to leave. He's calling me over."

"..." Fred's hand flinched for a moment, but in the next second he held her arm even harder and pulled her up. The others looked at them who suddenly stood up suspiciously.

Fred smiled and said, "It's getting late, we should go back."

"Sorry, we're leaving now," Danica said apologetically. "Goodbye everyone, and Merry Christmas."

"Aren't you going to stay at home?" Mrs. Weasley said anxiously, "Fred, move me home and live-"

Before she could finish, Fred and Danica had Apparated and disappeared.

When Danica changed back to her own appearance and hurried into the Riddle Mansion, there was silence inside, as if there was no one there.She strode towards the foyer, pushed the door open and went in—he was the only one sitting in the huge room, and the huge python was entangled at his feet.

"Here you are," Voldemort raised his glass at her, his eyes as red as the wine, "Merry Christmas. You are beautiful today, Danica."

Danica pursed her lips into a straight line and stood there without saying a word.Voldemort didn't care about her rudeness today, and just said, "As you can see, I'm the only one here. But it suddenly occurred to me that this kind of festival shouldn't be like this, it should be more lively, shouldn't it?"

"Yes, Master." Danica said blankly, staring at the carpet in front of her.

"I was going to call Bellacritus, but suddenly I changed my mind and called you," Voldemort strolled down with great interest, "Do you know why?"

Danica couldn't help but back away, but reason stopped her. "I don't know. But I do. It's my pleasure."

"I know Bella, but I can't see through you," Voldemort looked around her. "You are like a cloud of fog, invisible and fascinating. Young body, beautiful appearance, extraordinary personality Wise, I used them as weapons when I was young, and countless women willingly offered their treasures. And now, do you do the same with me?"

His icy fingers climbed up her cheeks, stroking her tenderly, and the smile on her face grew bigger and bigger, "Interesting... It's like a game, you think you will fall in love with me like Bella first ? Or am I going to be crazy about you like those old women?"

"I don't care about that, Master." Danica said in a stiff voice, "but I think that no matter what the game is, even if it is against Dumbledore, you will win."

The smile on Voldemort's face disappeared instantly, and he threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and the fragments mixed with the red wine scattered on the marble floor.He flicked his sleeves, turned and sat back on the chair.

"Of course, no one can defeat me, not even the god of death." He waved his hands irritably, "You can go, I don't want to listen to those nice flattery anymore, I've heard too much."

Danica was chased out of the hall, and the heavy door closed behind her.Voldemort once again revealed her confidence in her immortality. She went downstairs while thinking, but what was it?She was striding up the Riddle Manor, stopping when she passed the study where she often read.As if thinking of something suddenly, she hurriedly pushed the door open and went in.After a while, she hurried out again, with a small book with a mottled cover in her hand.

Danica hurried home, and she was a little surprised to see Fred still yawning and sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

"Go back to your room and sleep, dear," Danica kissed his forehead, "I have to go out again, there are some things I have to say to Dumbledore in person."

Fred's sleepy mind was a little blurred, he nodded blankly, Danica had disappeared into the fireplace, leaving only a crisp sound.

"Hogwarts Headmaster's Office!"

The room was filled with portraits that looked disapprovingly at the visitors coming out of the fireplace, woken by her late-night visit.An old man in a purple nightgown came down from the second floor. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Danica, come earlier next time. I'm not as good as you young people. Old people like me can bear things like staying up late." No."

Danica threw a book on the table in front of him, and a frenzied excitement flashed in her eyes, "Could it be a Horcrux? Just split part of your soul, so that even if your body is destroyed, you can start again. "

Dumbledore woke up suddenly, looked at the book in shock, and the words on the cover were combined together:

Cutting-Edge Dark Arts Revealed

The author has something to say:

1. There are still about ten chapters left, comrades hold on! This long and stinky article is finally about to enter the countdown to completion, and it is expected to be completed within half a month if it is soon!

2. If you have any questions, you can ask me in the comment area, and I will answer them. If there are unreasonable plots, I will humbly accept criticism and make revisions.

3. It is in the original book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic", it is not made up by me.

4. I think since Regulus can detect the Horcrux, then Danica should be able to...