mystery lover

Oster woke up amidst soft calls.

When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was an obscure, dark sky.

His head hurts, he can't remember what happened before...

Until a long time later, those messy memories began to converge in Oster's mind——

"Tom—"

The young man sat up from the grass almost immediately, he breathed heavily until a palm gently patted his back.

Then he heard the voice that appeared in his dream.

"I'm here, Nico."

Oster could hardly believe his eyes.

It was Tom in front of him.

The other party's black eyes seemed to be smiling, and there was a gentle light reflected in them.

"Tom..."

Voldemort sat next to the young man, in front of them was a calm lake.

Oster hardly dared to blink and looked at the man beside him, subconsciously touched the locket on his chest with his fingers.

Voldemort noticed his movement, and a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Oster looked at each other blankly...

It's him... the piece of soul in the locket...

He's back...and not a shadow.

Oster wanted to ask something, about what happened yesterday, about why he became an entity, but Oster noticed that the other person's complexion suddenly sank, which made Oster subconsciously stop thinking.

"You made a Horcrux," Voldemort said affirmatively, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Under the gaze of the other party, Oster bowed his head a little guilty, and then felt aggrieved, as if the emotions he had lost in these years had returned to his body.

The young man whispered, he looked a little depressed, "Before I found you, I split my soul into the ring you gave me."

Voldemort stared at the young man beside him, he pondered for a while, and then said to Oster, "Your soul is very unstable."

Oster raised his head in a daze. He felt that he was fine now. Compared with yesterday, Oster could even feel that he was surrounded by many different emotions. missing emotion.

But the expression on Voldemort's face made the young man a little uneasy, and Oster realized something hesitantly.But that message was so fleeting that Oster barely caught it.

The young man looked at his hands in a daze. He clearly remembered that there were many green lights hitting him.

"Tom..." Osted turned his head and wanted to ask Tom beside him, but after seeing the other person's figure that started to fade again, Osted almost cried out in horror, "What's wrong with you! Tom—"

Voldemort also seemed to realize something, so he turned sideways and pinned the young man beside him to the lawn.

Oster was taken aback by the other party's actions, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that Tom seemed... to disappear again.

Then in the next second, Oster was kissed by the man on his body.

It was an extremely passionate kiss, and Oster was almost breathless from the other party's kiss.

Then Voldemort stopped, he looked at himself, his expression seemed to be enduring great pain, Oster was very worried, he stretched out his hand to hold the other's palm propped on the grass.

"Tom...what's the matter with you?" Oster asked anxiously.

But those black eyes just stared at him quietly, which didn't match his painful expression. For some reason, Oster felt as if his chest had been torn open by something.

That hurts.It hurts very much.

"Nico..." Voldemort buried himself in the young man's ear, "Find me..."

"Tom." Tears appeared in Oster's eyes, as if he could feel the heartache of the man on his body, "What's wrong with you, Tom, why are you in such pain."

Why, why is Tom's heart hurting.

Voldemort didn't answer his question, he just kissed Nico's ear lightly, "Don't...leave me again..."

I love you……

I have always loved you.

Oster felt a drop of water slip on his cheek, but it was not his own.

tom...

Did he cry?

Oster's memory began to gradually clear, and he was obviously about to be hit by those green lights.

Then he seemed to see Tom.

Tom saved him...

"Tom...Tom..."

When Oster burst into tears, the man beside him had disappeared.

Then he felt that his chest was being wrapped by a warm air, this feeling was like in his dream last night.

is there something...

It is constantly entering his body and protecting his soul.

When Oster's palm touched the locket on his chest again.

That piece of soul... has completely disappeared.

A gust of wind blew across the originally calm lake surface, and layers of water light appeared on it.

Oster seemed to be able to hear the man whispering in his ear.

"Find me, Nico."

When Oster was walking down the streets of London.

In that cloudy sky, flocks of owls were flying by in broad daylight, and the crowds in the street saw them, gaping and pointing, watching owls fly overhead one by one Pass.Most of them have never even seen owls at night, let alone in such huge numbers.

Oster only looked up, then quickly lowered his head. After suppressing the fleeting anger in his eyes, the young man continued to walk until a group of people in cloaks passed by him. , they were whispering happily.

Oster finally stopped in his tracks, the young man clenched his fists tightly in his hands, and his body was trembling slightly.

Their conversation intermittently drifted into the ears of the young man: "Mrs. Potter, yes, I just heard that—"

"—yes, their son, Harry—"

"I'm so happy, the mysterious man is finally gone! We should celebrate this great day!"

Their voices were shrill and piercing, making passers-by look sideways.

And in the eyes of the young man who passed by them, the red light that had faded away seemed to show signs of turning around again, and Oster covered his chest, which was panting sharply, with a painful expression.

He hated these people, everyone wanted his Tom gone, everyone—

There were cloaked wizards everywhere, celebrating, cheering - for Voldemort to disappear.

Oster's chest was hit by a more intense sadness, he shouldn't have ended like this, why...

why--

Then the sadness turned into a stronger anger, until a strange warmth collided with it in his chest.

It wasn't until this moment that Oster's expression began to change, first he was puzzled, then a little dazed, and finally turned into shock.

What is wrong with me……

Some fragments flashed quickly in Osted's mind. He shouldn't be such a person who is easily angered. He even wanted to kill all those cheering wizards just now.

Just like he wanted to kill those wizards from last night.

It wasn't until the warm current began to flow in his chest that Oster gradually calmed down.

Then the young man returned to the Kasdey family's castle almost without stopping for a moment.

After opening the secret room of the manor, Oster began to connect the information in his mind, and then recorded them in the notebook that had been stagnant for many years.

Ink blots gradually appear on white paper

No.19 page

Speculate:

Split souls can cause wizards to be manic and irritable

Over time, wizards may become emotionally blunted (closed state exacerbates the wizard's emotional deficit)

Note: Beloved & relatives & best friends can awaken the emotions of splitters

Remedy:

……

When Oster wrote this, the nib of the young man paused, and he slowly put down the quill in his hand, and his fingers covered his chest again.

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They're both willing to die for each other ==

A man's love is to be wild == Enen [Rolling and Running]

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Extra

When Charles moved a bunch of textbooks into a reading room on the third floor of Voldemort Manor, the 24-year-old young man took a look at the room, which was obviously abandoned by the owner for a long time, and the young man cleaned up a dozen of them. Yixin threw it at the dusty bookshelves, desks and chairs.

Charles simply sorted out the books on the bookshelf, and then arranged the teaching materials in a row.

After completing this work, the young man looked at the library with some curiosity.The slender fingers slowly slid across the titles of those books until the young man's fingers stopped on an ordinary diary.

this……

A little familiar.

Charles took it down, and the young man whose memory was still unclear opened the notebook.

After a quick scan of the pages, something called consternation appeared in Charles' eyes.

1975...

It was a relatively long time that had passed, and those memories that were already very distant now began to slowly emerge in Charles' mind because of the contents in the diary.This notebook contains the diary he wrote in 1975, and Charles doesn't even remember it, it's the memory of the period just after he joined the Death Eaters.

The young man's fingers flipped through the diary in his hand page by page. Along with the dusty handwriting, the emotion on his face also changed slightly.

Until he browsed through the last diary entry, in fact, it was no longer a diary entry, Charles recalled, at that time his mood should be very depressed.

7th, Dec, 1975

Little do you know

How I'm breaking while you fall asleepLittle do you know

I'm still haunted by thememory Little do you know

I'm trying topic youuppiecebypieceUnderneathitallI'mheldcaptivebytheholeinsideI'vebeenholdingbackforthefearthatyoumightchangeyourmindLittledoyouknowI…needalittlemoretimeDecember 1975, [-]

You know how I struggle when you fall asleep.You know, I'm bound by memories all the time.You know, I'm trying to get you back bit by bit.

Under these emotions, I was trapped in a void inside, like being imprisoned in a room.You might change your mind and I am controlling the fear that you will change your mind.

I'm scared and you won't know.

……

Look at these already somewhat faded handwriting.

So complicated emotions.

But... why is this kind of thing here!

This is the key at this moment.

When the young man was silently thinking about the chances that Voldemort had already read this diary, a certain man who had made him depressed for a while appeared.

At that moment, the expression on Charles' face was mild.

His voice was warm, like a kind of magic.

"My Lord."

When the young man's voice sounded, a certain minister's pace stopped for a moment, and then he maintained the same smile on his face. After walking to Charles' side, his eyes flicked past the diary in the other's hand without a trace.

"Is it packed?" Voldemort asked, his shocking red eyes were surprisingly gentle at this moment, "Do you need my help?"

"I've already packed it." Charles said, raising his eyebrows slightly curiously, then shook the diary in his hand at Voldemort, "Have you secretly read my diary?"

The smile on Voldemort's mouth became even more innocent after hearing Char's subtle questioning.

"Of course, I won't touch other people's diaries."

As the Dark Lord spoke sternly, Charles glanced at Voldemort in front of him with some hesitation, always feeling that something was wrong.

But it didn't matter, anyway, he just felt that if Voldemort saw these diaries... he would feel a strange sense of shame.

Voldemort leaned over and kissed the young man softly on the lips, "Come down for dinner after packing up."

When turning to leave the room, Voldemort added to the young man in the room, "However, Char, I think you can try to turn over the back again."

……

When Charles noticed the strange smile on the corner of the other's mouth, Voldemort had already walked away.

Then while the young man was silently thinking about the other party's hint, he obediently turned back a few pages in the notebook in his hand...

A few lines of handwriting that were not unfamiliar appeared in the eyes of the readers.

Little do you know

I know you'rehurtingwhile I'm sound asleepLittle do you know

AllmymistakesareslowlydrowningmeLittledoyouknow

I'm trying to make it betterpiece by pieceI promise you don'thavetobeafraid, causeI'llwaitIalwayswaitforyou

LittledoyouknowI...Iloveyoutothesundies you know when I look like I'm asleep I know you're hurt.You know, the mistakes I made are eating me up bit by bit.You know, I'm also trying to make everything better bit by bit.

I promise you that you don't have to fear anymore because I am willing to wait for you.I have been waiting for you.

You will know that I love you till the sun dies.

……

When Charles was covering the diary in his hand, after a long time, the young man read a sentence calmly.

"This bastard."

His voice was very soft, with a touch of sadness, but the emotion reflected in the young man's eyes was very gentle. Charles couldn't guess when the other party wrote those words in his diary, but he thought it should be It won't be very far from 1975.

When Charles stepped into the dining room.

"Didn't you say you don't know how to read other people's diaries!" Charles stared at the man sitting at the long table, who was smiling elegantly.

"I don't know how to read other people's diaries, but..." Voldemort looked at the young man who sat down beside him, his red eyes turned brightly, "You are mine, Char."

"...glib." Charles turned his head away, refusing to look at those red eyes again.

Voldemort was not in a hurry, the minister just slowly picked up the spoon on the side, and after taking a spoonful of hot potato soup, Voldemort passed the spoon in his hand to the young man's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

... very fragrant.

After turning his head and biting the spoon near his mouth without any principle, Charles stared at the man in front of him with a tangled heart.

This guy is really getting more and more cunning...

Knowing that he has no resistance to food.

The real Hufflepuff Charles.

"So cute." Voldemort finished with a chuckle, then put the spoon bitten by the other party into his own mouth, and raised his eyebrows at the little badger in front of him implyingly.

"!!!" Charles grabbed the other party's neck fiercely before his heart collapsed, "You are enough, you give me a good meal!"

This bastard who seduces him all the time! ! !

Charles' cheeks were stained... red with anger.

Finally, Voldemort let out a long sigh.

"Sometimes... I still miss the days when you threw your arms around me, Char."

"!!!"

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