The day to become the final boss

"I have never heard from my father that I need to hand over something to Your Excellency." Lucius sarcastically drew the end, "What do you need? The Malfoy family has weakened a lot after the war. You get what you want—”

Crowned Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "Your father said that he hoped that one day I could come to pick it up."

Lucius sneered.

"I think you should give it to him." A voice came in, but it was Wan Mo who was beside Snape.

Snape turned his head and looked at his lover, "Do you know what he wants to take?" He knew his lover, and Moores must know something inside.

"—Ah, well, you can pretend that I didn't say it." Wan Mo rubbed his chin, blinked his black eyes, and made another mistake of wanting to watch a play.

Lucius was silent.

His gray-blue eyes stared straight at the translucent figure in front of him.

After a dull silence, he still agreed.

It was a walnut box with the Malfoy family crest carved on the top, inlaid with delicate arabesques.It was hidden in the dark compartment under the big bed in the old Malfoy bedroom. If Voldemort hadn't told it, Lucius would not have known that there was such a hiding place in the house.

He knew this box, and its function was recorded in detail in the Malfoy Family Treasure Book—this is a box of forced contract, the secrets in it can only be shown to one person, but the secrets can never be revealed to the second person in any way. Both, or the soul is shattered.

Lucius didn't know what his father hid in it, but in any case, Voldemort had to accept the bondage of the contract if he wanted to know the secrets in the box.

Crowned Voldemort glanced at the box in Lucius's hand, and then at Lucius again. There seemed to be some complicated thoughts surging in his dark eyes.

That gaze was vaguely mixed with some kind of malice. Lucius touched his snake-headed staff vigilantly. Crowned Voldemort's eyes finally returned to the box, and after a short hesitation, he stretched out his hand to it. The moment his fingers touched the box, the box exploded suddenly, and a white light shot at Voldemort's forehead.

Lucius pulled out the wand from the snake-headed staff and pointed it at Voldemort.

"What's that?" Snape didn't pull out his wand, because he was convinced that Voldemort's soul fragments didn't have the ability to attack in front of Mers.

"Just a letter."

In fact, Lucius didn't need to point his wand at Voldemort at all, because his consciousness had been gradually occupied by the thing that had invaded his head.

...Tom, oh, don't complain about the title, just like I don't like your weird way of calling me Abrak all the time.

I don't know how long it has been since you received this letter, maybe soon, maybe 20 years?But what is certain is that I am no longer in this world. Although this agreement was made with you before you ignored me, if I am alive, I will give you something else.Let me remind you that when you open this letter, you will be forced into a contract. The contents of the letter can never be told to the second party in any way, otherwise your soul will be shattered.

……

The Death Eaters we created have morphed, and it is no longer the original academic group.Ever since I knew you were making Horcruxes, I've guessed that things would get out of hand one day, that vicious black magic that can make you powerful for a short time, but will definitely drive you crazy in the end.You will be fascinated by it, divide your feelings again and again, and finally abandon everything about yourself.

Maybe it's not you who read this letter, but the part of you that cares about me?

Oh, by the way, let me tell you a secret, that day you saw that what I drank was actually not a feticide, but a bloodline purifier—don’t think too highly of yourself, the blood of Slytherin is indeed noble, but it doesn’t change you. Mixed fact.Noble Malfoy would not marry a half-blood, let alone leave a pure-blood offspring—it is said that bloodline purifiers have serious side effects, and may even obscure some bloodline talents?Hopefully the kid is strong enough to survive the last two blood cleanses without turning into a Squib.

Of course, if I found out he was a magic Squib, he wouldn't have had a chance in this world.But if he can satisfy the Malfoy family, then I will find a pure-blooded woman to marry as his adoptive mother, after all, the blood of Slytherin is the glory of the entire wizarding world.

I guess the poor woman won't live long?Tom, I understand you, you will definitely try to kill her, and then feel sad that there is nothing in this world except great power, power and status, and cut off your feelings for me?

Although it's cruel to say this, I really never thought of letting you be a member of the Malfoy family, and my child can only be named Malfoy, even if I have ever been genuinely in love with you.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, if the baby in my womb survives, it will be called Lucius.

…——

The crowned Voldemort's eyes gradually cleared up, and he stared at the vigilant platinum noble in front of him in silence for a long time.

"Malfoy - tell me your name."

Just as Abraxas guessed, he was divided on the fourth day after the ontology witnessed that person ruthlessly killed two people's children and married a woman who had nothing but blood.

He has been sleeping in Ravenclaw's diadem ever since.

"Names are magical." Lucius was still vigilant. In his opinion, even just telling the other party's name was dangerous.

"...Lucius?" The other party chewed the name in a low voice tentatively.

Lucius' body was slightly stiff, the wand was pointed straight at him, and a deadly spell might be thrown at any moment.

"I met a nice kid before - called Draco, is it your kid?"

Lucius looked sideways at Snape, who understood what he meant and replied, "Draco is safe."

After getting an affirmative answer, Lucius turned his gaze back to Voldemort again. For some reason, Lord Voldemort looked at him without the previous malice, but it made him feel inexplicably horrified.

"Lucius, the Dark Mark is branded on your left arm? I can feel it."

"Obviously, even if there is only a broken piece of the great TheDarkLord left, it can be manipulated." Lucius felt the mark on his arm ache like a fire, and Lucius frowned slightly, but pointed at the opponent's wand without the slightest deviation shift.

"I can help you remove it," said Voldemort suddenly, and the pain from the Dark Mark disappeared.

Lucius was somewhat surprised by Voldemort's words, but he had more doubts.

"Mr. Malfoy, what was cut from Ravenclaw's crown is Voldemort's love, and he has enough reasons to help you." Wan Mo suddenly said with a smile.

His words caused a flash of surprise in Snape's obsidian eyes, which turned into a ghostly expression after a moment, and he suddenly looked up at Lucius.

Lucius trembled as he pointed at Voldemort's wand, his face was frighteningly pale, and his lips trembled a little.

He obviously thought of something too.

"That's impossible!" Lucius screamed in a very un-Malfoy tone. "He killed my father!" Or was it because he cut off love that Voldemort could attack his father?

His breathing was a little short, but it subsided quickly.After a short period of abnormality, the platinum nobleman returned to his arrogance.

He raised a slightly stiff smile to the two guests: "I'm sorry, I showed you a very rude side." His gray-blue eyes swept over Wan Mo who was sitting on the sofa and smiling gently.

"I don't think you need to worry about Mers." Snape said in a low voice.

Was Severus indirectly telling him that Mr. Moores knew all the secrets?

When Snape and Wanmer returned to Hogwarts, the crowned Voldemort was left at Malfoy Manor—provided, of course, that he was willing to be bound by some dangerous contracts.

Snape took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and asked suddenly, "I have a question, Moores."

"What question?"

"You agree to the request of the Crown Horcrux because you know the relationship between Voldemort and Lucius?"

"of course."

"Even the person involved didn't know about this matter, how did you know?" Snape said slowly, changing his shoes.

"Because the souls of direct blood relatives have some similarities—" Wan Mo suddenly stopped talking, and looked at his lover with dark eyes. "Honey, what do you want to learn from this?"

Snape watched him, pursing his thin lips.

"I think I should rest, Myers."

Snape walked into the bathroom with his nightgown and closed the bathroom door.

Wan Mo stood at the door of the bathroom, listening to the sound of water inside.

"Severus—"

"Severus, if one day you get tired of your current life, you can choose to stand outside the wizarding world—"

The bathroom door was flung open suddenly, and Snape appeared at the door with only a towel around his waist, and there was still lather in his hair.He stared at him with dark eyes, and said word by word, "I don't need to stand outside the wizarding world, I can't be your indifference, I'm just a wizard, if the great Lord Moore feels that the wizard's partner is demeaning Your honorable status, you can leave my life immediately! Stay away from me, uh—"

His sharp words were blocked by Wan Mo's domineering kiss, and soon he could only make a meaningless whimper in his throat.

Wan Mo pressed the back of his head vigorously with one hand, while the other hand tightly wrapped around his waist, his tongue penetrated into his mouth and raged wildly, piercing deep into his throat, sucking so hard that Si Nepe felt pain in his inner walls, and the arms around his waist were getting tighter and tighter, as if trying to squeeze all the air out of his lungs.

Snape was forced to comply, he couldn't close his jaw at all, as the domineering lips and tongue were demanding almost abusively, the saliva kept gushing out from the corner of his mouth, and the air he could absorb became thinner and thinner, which should have been an expression A loving kiss becomes a form of torture.

How many times is this the damned thing?

Because of the lack of oxygen, Snape struggled, but Mers' arms clamped down on him like iron clamps, and the sadistic tongue in his mouth even tore through his mucous membranes, the kiss became crazy and bloody.

Wan Mo frantically demanded, some kind of bottomless darkness surged in his black eyes, he looked at him until his lover's struggle became weak and his face turned blue, then he temporarily ended the kiss, letting The arms are slightly relaxed.

Feeling the fresh air rushing into his lungs, Snape opened his mouth and gulped greedily - he had just been on the brink of death.

The bright red tongue sticks up again, gently licking the overflowing body fluid at the corner of his mouth.

"Mers—"

"what?"

"You crazy! You almost killed me just now!"

Wan Mo smiled comfortably, "Oh, honey, then you must remember, next time don't say anything stupid to tell me to go away, even if you die, your soul is mine!"

"Damn it, I really want you to try dying too!" Snape was annoyed to find himself being pushed into the bathroom. "what you do?"

"I want to see if you can kill me." The bright red and slippery tongue licked his thin lips, bringing a trembling tingling sensation.Snape suddenly realized that the two of them became completely naked at some point, and Moores' hand that was originally around his waist also moved down to his hip, and the back movement made the two people who were close together The inevitable friction and collision of the lower body.

Snape really wanted to just beat him up right now, especially when he had just been beaten to the brink of death, and then he was hardened by the seductive eyes and tender tongue teasing.

"Come on, honey, let's see if you can kill me—" The white thighs squeezed the lover's balls viciously, and the nimble fingers slid on the swollen hardness, on the round head Spin around.

"Mers, did I tell you you're an asshole?" There was a scalp-numbing pleasure coming from the lower body, and Snape's breathing became heavy. Of course, this time it wasn't a lack of oxygen.

"Of course, I think I said it when you were a student.—My dear, I want to try a deeper position than that—"

"You'd better not use those overly slutty poses on me—"

"Touch." The bathroom door closed.

A small stretched pink-purple tentacle retracted from Fluffi's body. "Baha~"

"Good job, Flafe." The lizard dragon scratched its chin with its sharp claws—"The door is not closed, there are still young children here."

"Hey, you~" The little purple sea urchin tentacles twisted.