Snape's personal assistant

The door opened, and a handsome man stepped on the soft and thick carpet in the room with his bare feet behind his back, and walked up to him with a smile. 『mHis walking posture is very steady, elegant and stable, like a cheetah quietly approaching its prey on the grassland. The calm elegance seems to have been carved into his bones and deeply rooted.

Who is your bird?Why does it sound so obscene.

Lin Kaiwei tried his best to turn his head away. In the dim light, those blood-red pupils looked very strange.

"Tom?" Lin Kaiwei called out tentatively. Except for those red eyes, the man's appearance reminded him of Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets, but he looked more mature.

Hearing this shout, the smile on the man's face froze, but soon, his smile deepened, but his eyes were like a cold blade, and he scraped across Lin Kaiwei's facial features sharply and slowly.

"Dear little bird, sometimes being smart is not an advantage, it's easy to push yourself into the abyss."

"I'd like to see how I push myself into the abyss." Lin Kaiwei had a cute expression on his face that I don't know anything, just tell me.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, sat on the edge of the bed carelessly, stretched out two fingers, and slowly pinched Lin Kaiwei's chin, who was imprisoned by handcuffs, and said slowly in an extremely slow and playful tone: "Then we can try. "

As he said that, his fingers slid down a few inches along the line of Lin Kaiwei's jaw, and he grabbed his neck with both hands, quickly and cruelly.The young man struggled, but couldn't break free, his whole face was flushed from suffocation, his lips were slightly opened, trying to inhale oxygen, but it didn't work at all.

Oh no, wait, haven't tasted the bird yet.Moreover, remembering the blood he inhaled before, Voldemort involuntarily licked his teeth, the feeling that all the cells in his body were relaxed, which was not an ordinary comfort.It seemed that this stubborn little bird had to be trained again, but he couldn't be killed right now.

Voldemort let go of his hands slowly, stood up, condescendingly looked down at the young man's face flushed with cough, and took a quick breath, but struggled feebly because his hands were tied.

"Okay, little bird, let's have some fun."

Lin Kaiwei found that his throat was terribly dry and hoarse, and his throat hurt for a while: "What do you mean?"

The man made no sound, stretched out his hand, and unbuttoned the young man's magic robe one by one. The well-maintained fingertips gently slid down on the young man's white and delicate chest. Satisfied to see the little goosebumps I've caused myself.

Voldemort bent down, breathing hot air around his neck, and his tone became erratic: "Bird, relax, don't be so nervous. I will be gentle."

Lin Kaiwei was made hairy by his warm breath, be gentle with your sister, make wool, don't act like I'm very attractive, it's your honor.

Feeling the lips on his neck, Lin Kaiwei tried to avoid it, but it was difficult to move because of the restraint.Voldemort's lips rubbed against Lin Kaiwei's neck, and the tip of his tongue slowly licked his Adam's apple.It seemed that he had found the right place. The muscles of the young man under him tensed and stiffened instantly. Voldemort licked it seriously a few times, finally let go of his Adam's apple, and licked down bit by bit, teasing Xiaotangtang, licking Licking his chest, the flexible tongue finally stopped on his navel and circled, Lin Kaiwei's breathing quickened.

"Your sister, you don't think it's dirty, I do. Your teacher didn't tell you how dirty your belly button is." Lin Kaiwei's whole body seemed to be drowned in a hot spring, and the warm water submerged him inch by inch. In desperation, he yelled .

"Hey, you'll feel better soon."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his tongue returned to the young man's Adam's apple. He roughly and forcefully wrapped Lin Kaiwei's Adam's apple, and licked it.

"Get out." His sensitive area was licked, and Assistant Professor Lin's back went numb, and he struggled weakly.

At this time, there was a tingling sensation in the neck, and the smell of blood soon penetrated into the nose.Voldemort sucked Lin Kaiwei's blood, with an expression of ecstasy and death on his face.

There was an unpleasant knock on the door, "Master, master."

Voldemort got up from Lin Kaiwei in dissatisfaction, and licked his blood-stained lips: "Say."

"Master, Snape is here." A wretched and trembling voice replied from outside the door.

"Let him wait."

"Yes."

Lin Kaiwei turned his head weakly, the bitten wound on his neck was bleeding, but the blood had already started to coagulate slowly.

"Wait here obediently, my little bird." The warm air blew gently past Lin Kaiwei's ears.

In the corridor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore restrained his usual smile, and ordered Professor McGonagall with a serious face: "Martial law in the whole school, Maggie, martial law in the whole school, let the prefects take care of the students in their colleges, and suspend all classes. .”

"Woof, woo." The corner of his robe was caught by something, and Dumbledore couldn't help but glance back.

Is it Kai Wei's little teacup?

"Wow, woof." Although his stature is very small, Sirius tried his best to make himself feel a little bit more present. He propped his front feet straight on the ground, straightened his hind legs and moved his center of gravity forward, raised his buttocks and straightened his tail The short back hair raised up and let out a warning growl, and the Slytherin locket around his neck flickered.

Looking at this scene, Professor McGonagall was at a loss, while Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.He squatted down, and stroked the body of the small teacup with his palms. In an instant, the place where the small teacup existed shone with light.

Mag gasped, God, a small teacup turned into the appearance of her former student in front of him, still naked, and a prisoner of Azkaban who had fled for a while.

"Dumbledore, don't arrest me, I'm innocent, the culprit is Pettigrew, I can't tell you now. I know who Rab is, he is my brother, Regulus, and the handwriting is exactly the same." Sirius didn't care He grabbed Dumbledore's robe and began to confide in himself, for fear that the other party would not believe it.

"Your brother?" Professor McGonagall frowned, trying to remember, "Regulus? He's a Death Eater."

"Not only that, Maggie, he planned to leave later, and he seemed to be persecuted because of it." The half-moon-shaped eyes flashed.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's unbelievable expression, Sirius tightly grasped Dumbledore's robe, pleading, he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Okay, Sirius." Compared to McGonagall's excitement, Dumbledore's voice was slightly calmer, and those deep eyes seemed to have seen everything. He conjured a robe out of thin air, and put it on Sirius body, "We should go to your house and see if there are any clues."

"Oh, you unfilial son, how dare you come back." Thin, half-human tall, with wrinkled pale skin, a lot of white hair growing out of bat-like ears, wearing strips of dirty rags .As he bowed to Sirius, Kreacher stood behind them with dark eyes, unable to disobey his master's orders, and could only mutter behind his back, "Unfilial son, scum of the Black family."

After seeing the group of them directly entering Regulus, Klicher became even more insane. He screamed and beat himself up: "Krich actually let the unfilial son into the little master's bedroom, Kerry Richie is really useless, he can't even protect the little master's bedroom."

They walked in together, looked around, raised their wands one after another, and began to search.Regulus' bedroom was extraordinarily ornate and grand.The bed, the walls, and the windows were all Slytherin green and silver.The Black family crest and motto "Purebred" were painstakingly painted on the bed.Below that are some yellowed newspaper clippings, put together like a crude collage.After searching every corner of the house, Dumbledore still found nothing. Obviously, he began to become anxious at this time, like a child who was told not to steal candy, and wanted to steal the candy while his mother was not at home. I dug it out, but couldn't find it anywhere.

The sun had already risen, and it was shining brightly through the dirty floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Maybe it's somewhere in the house." Dumbledore regained his mood when he went downstairs. He glanced at Kerry who was hiding at the bottom of the stairs and peeked at them, and seemed to think of something, "Sirius, maybe ..."

Sirius and Mag looked at him. He stopped with one foot in the air, dumbfounded, with an expression of being oblivious to the curse, his eyes wandering without focus.

"What does Klitsch know?" Dumbledore finished his sentence in a low voice.

Hearing this, Kerry immediately ran wildly.

"Klitsch!" Sirius yelled, raising his voice.

"Master," Kreacher said in his bullfrog hoarse voice, stopping in his tracks.He bent even lower, muttering into his knees, "Back to my mistress' old house with the traitorous Weasley and the Mudblood..."

"I have a question for you," Sirius looked down at the elf, his heart beating faster, "I command you to tell the truth, understand?"

"Yes, Master." Kreacher replied with another bow.

"Did Regulus give you something, or do you know where to hide something, like this." As he said, Sirius took out the locket hidden under his robe.

After a moment of silence, Kreacher straightened up, stared blankly at the locket dangling from Sirius' fingertips, closed his eyes as if he couldn't stand their reaction to his next sentence, and replied: "Yes."