mystery lover

After an hour and a half of the summer vacation, the boy finally vaguely realized that something was wrong with his body.

Just like last night, when I clearly made up my mind before going to bed to get up early the next morning to finish drawing the unfinished alchemy array from the previous day, I found that it was noon the next day after waking up.

Looking at the magic time displayed in mid-air, the boy on the bed couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Charles is very clear that even during the holidays, he does not have the habit of drowsiness. At first he thought it was because of the extra exercise with a certain man at night that caused him to be too tired to develop the habit of staying in bed, but yesterday He obviously went to bed early that night, but he still couldn't wake up today.

And I don't know when it started, it seems that he hasn't had a dream for a long time?

After falling asleep every night, it seemed that the next day would come as soon as he closed his eyes. Charles didn't know how to describe this strange feeling.

Putting away those weird thoughts, the boy got up and tidied up, and decided to go and see what Tom was doing first.

When he walked outside the room where the man stayed most often at work, the boy vaguely heard the conversation coming from inside.

Lord busy?

Charles' hand knocking on the door stopped in mid-air. Since Voldemort really stayed in this castle to accompany him during the holidays, some wizards would come to the manor from time to time. Among those people were some nobles that Charles was familiar with, like Lu Hughes Malfoy, and Professor Crouch, also have some teenage unfamiliar faces.

Occasionally meeting him in the corridor, those people would respectfully salute the boy.

Charles has gradually gotten used to this kind of treatment. When he found himself accepting everything brought by this man with more and more peace of mind, the young man also felt a sense of ambivalence that he was ashamed but enjoyed all this.

What can he do for Lord.

It seemed that Lord's Death Eaters were very outstanding wizards. Thinking of the Slytherin students who attacked him before, those wizards who tried to gain the appreciation of this man were definitely not a small number.

But he easily became the closest person to this man.

"Master Charles?"

The door of the room was opened at some point, and Charles looked at Lucius Malfoy in front of him. There were also several Ministry of Magic officials who were unfamiliar but often appeared in the Daily Prophet.

"Hello." The boy responded with some embarrassment, and the man who was sitting behind the desk also got up and walked out when he saw the boy outside the door, and Lucius on the side hurriedly made way for his master.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort looked at the dazed young man outside the door, and reached out to bring the little badger into the room, "I'll have dinner with you later."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he arranged the boy on the sofa beside him.

After sitting down obediently, Charles obediently lowered his sense of existence, waiting for the man to finish his work.

This is not the first time that Lord himself is by his side at work. When he was in the Ministry of Magic before, Tom didn't shy away from him. Sometimes even Charles would find it inconceivable how attractive he was that would make a man like Voldemort Such a preference for himself made Charles couldn't help wondering if he had given Tom the love potion by mistake.

It's obviously very unreal, but it seems natural under the care of this man.

Charles sat quietly on the side like this, and several Ministry of Magic officials over there seemed to continue the discussion on the topic just now, during which Voldemort would point out a few problems, and every time this happened, everyone in the room would hold their breath He listened attentively to the man's words, as if only what this man said was the will of God.

The young man also stared at the man in a daze, his heart beating rhythmically against the young man's chest.

This man is his Tom...

When the discussion finally came to a conclusion, Charles looked at Voldemort's still indifferent face in surprise. The boy felt speechless at the moment, his throat rolled up and down, and the violent heartbeat indicated that the boy was killed by a decision. Shocked to unbelievable emotion.

Even Charles understood that if the Lord really did this—it would be another milestone in the development of the British wizarding world.

Is it easy to just build a magic school?Back then, Hogwarts was also a magic school built with the joint efforts of the Big Four, and Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga H. Chippaqi, the four founders have been famous for thousands of years, and will always be recorded in the annals of magic history.

And now...Charles looked at the man behind the desk, Tom...Lord wants to build another magic school?

If it's a Lord, it must be possible...

When the man got up and walked in front of the boy, Charles realized that at some point, he and Tom were the only ones left in the room.

"Is this true?" The boy felt his voice tremble, and after meeting the man in front of him, "Why do you want to build another school?"

Without rushing to answer, Voldemort sat next to the boy.

Then Charles heard the man's soothing voice.

The new school of magic will no longer be limited to recruiting wizards from the UK, and all wizards who have completed the elementary school of magic can apply to enter this school, such as Hogwarts graduates in the seventh grade, and this school of magic will also open For more advanced magic courses, every wizard who enters can choose the subject he is good at to study, and he can also choose more subjects.

The courses offered by the new school are also more extensive, such as ancient magic lines, alchemy, magic circles, and many courses that are no longer included in the teaching of young wizards will be offered in this school, including those once feared by the British wizarding world. black magic lessons.

As for the admission requirements, graduated students or adult wizards can choose to take the magic exams arranged by this magic school at the end of March and June every year, or they can choose to enter through the recommendation of famous wizards or magic school professors. Enter this school to study.

……

"It's just—awesome."

Charles listened to the man's simple narration, and an indescribable emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

The boy's eyes were full of admiration and excitement, and he could hardly bear the desire to hug the man beside him fiercely.

"Char."

The corners of Voldemort's eyes had a playful look. Seeing the boy's excited appearance, the red-eyed man said slowly, "I guess, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

"No, Tom!"

Things like breakfast—it doesn't matter at all at this time, okay!

Charles held the man's leisurely palm with both hands, stared at the man's charming red eyes, and said clearly and affirmatively with indescribable excitement in the boy's unique voice——

"You will carry on the name of Slytherin!"

*****

"Then my Charle, what would you like the school to be called?"

"What, what?" Because of the man's sudden question, the boy was a little surprised and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

Is Tom kidding me!Charles' eyes were wide open at the moment, not sure what the other party asked.

And Voldemort's eyes only reflected the boy's light blue eyes, and the man repeated softly in a low and soft tone, "Everything about me, I need you to witness by my side, Char."

Because of the man's confession, the boy's face was unknowingly stained with a shy blush.

He could only listen to Voldemort's gentle whisper in a daze.

"Charles, the decision is up to you."

The decision is yours.

name……

name……

……

It's a pity that there are no schools offering alchemy anymore.The brown-haired boy said, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

You seem to expect this old-fashioned magic school to teach such dangerous magic as alchemy?As the black-haired boy said, a sly smile flickered on the corner of his mouth, a school where even black magic is forbidden.

Tom!Nicole's beautiful eyes almost widened when he heard what the boy said, don't let the professor hear it!

After the boy finished speaking, he pulled the wrist of the black-haired boy beside him, looked around vigilantly, and instinctively wanted to protect the boy's figure.

After confirming that there was no one else, Nico looked at Tom in front of him warningly, did you forget that you were already being targeted by that transfiguration professor! ...Also, alchemy is not a dangerous magic＞＜

Nico, you are so cute.The black-haired boy said calmly.He doesn't regard the other party as a senior who is two years older than himself.

...Speechless Nico Perenelle.

In the future, let's build a magic school.As Riddle said, he subconsciously tightened his half-clenched fingers, and stared at the boy in front of him. The boy said very seriously, I will teach you alchemy, Nico, at that time, you come to me study at school.

That's a nice idea, but Tom, don't you think I'd be a better professor?Nicole replied with a smile, he is Tom's senior, if Tom opened the school while he was still studying, then he would be laughed to death by Abu and the others, okay?

And it doesn't matter whether he can learn alchemy in school, he just doesn't want the ancient subject of alchemy to be lost in the torrent of time in the end.

And the best way to prevent the loss of a subject is to teach it in schools and make it popular.

Building a magic school is hard.Nico, who realized that his thoughts had gone far, inadvertently revealed this fact after recovering.

If it is easy to establish a school of magic, then the British wizarding world will not only have Hogwarts as a school. There are many factors that need to be considered, and it is necessary to gather a lot of wealth, as well as fame and status. One thing that only wizards can do together.

So to start a new school, so to speak, you start by standing at the pinnacle of power.

When everything is unimpeded, the rest will naturally follow suit.

Riddle obviously realized this too. There was no emotion in the boy's black eyes. If there comes a day, Nico, you can name the school.

After uttering these words carefully, only Riddle himself knew that ifs were never needed in his world.

What he wants, he will definitely do.

Under the sun, the brown-haired boy looked at the boy in front of him, with a hint of pampering helplessness hidden in the tenderness in his eyes, so it's a deal, Tom.

The afternoon conversation ended with a promise that no one seemed to be able to keep.