HP+ first love is no small matter

When they opened the door and entered, the Dark Lord was sitting on the sofa and playing with Nagini's head, and his servants stood respectfully behind him, waiting for any orders from him.

She said, "We're back, sir."

He motioned for her to sit beside him, and she sat down obediently, her blond hair was neatly draped over her shoulders, she was not wearing a robe, her green sweater showed a white shirt collar, her black pleated skirt hung obediently below her knees, and she wore the same color long skirt. The tube socks perfectly covered the exposed skin, even covering the thighs, but the legs were more slender.Wearing a pair of lambskin black leather shoes with a square toe and a square heel, the heel is only a little over an inch, and she looks well-behaved. She is an ordinary and conservative fifth-grade girl, without any extra nudity.

Except for being beautiful, except for her extraordinary beauty.

The Dark Lord was sitting here, right next to her, but he could still feel the sneaky glances of his men from time to time.

Her skirt and socks were so long that she couldn't show any skin at all, but they still wanted to take a look at her calves.

That made him extremely irritable and wanted to blow the heads of everyone present.

"Is there anything new at Hogwarts?" He glanced at her lightly with his red eyes, and she said calmly, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He chuckled softly, "Where are the boys? You are so beautiful, I don't think there will be no boys chasing you, right?"

"So Harry Potter is one of them, too," she said. "More than half the girls at Hogwarts want him, but I don't think so."

"So what did you do with him?" He finally looked at her without wavering, "What did you do?"

She looked at him calmly, "What do you want to know?"

He finally couldn't restrain his mania, "You know what I know!"

"He's just a bauble in my hand," she said softly. "That's nothing."

"You kissed." He gritted his teeth and paused.

Lucius had already knelt down, "Master, she's just a child, and children often have strange ambitions..."

"That's why that stupid son of yours never grows up!" he snarled. "Shut up and never compare that wimp of yours to her!"

She sighed, "A few times."

He suddenly calmed down, and just sneered, "How many times, just how many times? Why do I feel like he's going to eat you alive from your lips?!" He looked at her, "Is there any explanation? "

"As I said," she looked at him, "he's my bauble, and I need a bauble to pass the time. Hogwarts isn't much fun. You have to allow me a little entertainment."

"You yourself know you shouldn't have fun!" he said. "Do you want to betray me? Do you want to run away from me? Don't you know that he is the legendary savior destined to defeat me?"

"Perhaps you know," he whispered suddenly, "maybe you want to approach him because of his stupid savior title, don't you? You think that with him, Dumbledore will allow you to come to him." go?"

"He is my toy." She insisted, "The legendary savior? I don't believe it, as long as I want, he is mine. As long as I want, he will do anything for me. How can such a person be called a savior? He doesn't even know he's in my hands! Sir, am I such a stupid girl in your eyes? Will fall into his arms because of a savior in the eyes of others? Sir, he can't compare with you, you know , I will not run to his side..."

"Will you tell him the same thing you and I said today?" He reached out and held her shoulder tightly, and said, "You said you were playing with him, but are you playing with me? Miss? Tell Me, do you think I'm as stupid as him?"

"You hurt me." She frowned.

"Don't change the subject!"

"Are you trying to squeeze an answer out of me?" She looked at him, "I thought you understood what I was thinking better than anyone else!"

"I have never understood what the women in your family are thinking!" He yelled out of control, "What are you thinking? Why do you want to kiss the girl who is destined to be with me? Survive the next evil!"

"You must have kissed more than one woman!" She glared at him, "Would you explain it to me one by one?"

He straightened her shoulders, "I don't need to explain to you, because you belong to me!" He yelled furiously, "You belong to me, miss!"

Lucius felt that he almost fainted. He tremblingly wanted to beg his master but his son grabbed his arm and prevented him from coming forward. He wanted to shake off Draco but found that he had no strength at all.

He said, "Master..."

"I don't belong to you!" she took a deep breath, "I'm not an object, I'm a living person, I have a mind of my own! And let me warn you, if you don't treat me like a living person, if you I don’t know what to do with me, so after I enter the coffin, you can really treat me like an item!”

He hasn't been so angry for a long time, "How dare you talk to me like this!" He gritted his teeth, "How dare you!"

He pressed her directly on the sofa with his backhand, "Do you understand? Don't talk to me like this!"

Her collar was almost torn apart by him, and the hem of her skirt moved up a little.

She reached out and pulled her skirt back.

The expression is calm and there is no sense of fear.

And this obviously irritated him even more.

He wasn't 20 anymore, he wasn't that young man who could tell him to get the hell out of here and tell him he had no power!He said every word, "Miss! You'd better respect me!"

He looked at her as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Lucius was on the verge of hitting his son with his wand to get him to let go.

"You are afraid, fear brings anger, and anger makes you growl," she said suddenly in Parseltongue, "you are afraid that I will approach him because you think only he can fight you, and you are afraid that I will leave you because of him. "

He stopped, just looked at her, as if in disbelief.

All the Death Eaters fell silent.

Lucius almost collapsed on his son's arm, she can speak their master's language, she has a Parseltongue...

Everyone thought that he regarded her as his own slave, but...

"You know if you go to Dumbledore's side," he said in English, "then everyone will believe that I am as stupid and cruel as they say, so I will make my own flesh and blood rebel against me!"

"Harry Potter is just a toy in my hands," she changed the language along his tone, "if he hadn't been born too much like his father and even you couldn't impregnate a man, sir, he would have said The matter of snake language may make many people suspect that he is your child."

She looked at him, "Your blood is flowing on my body, you shouldn't doubt me like this, because you can destroy me at any time, as long as you tell them the blood on my body, then they will never accept me, even if I get Harry Potter, not even if I got Dumbledore. They have too many fools over there, and you and I both know fools should only be ruled and not respected, they call themselves righteous so the fools among them will have words power, and assenting to the words of fools is the greatest evil in the world."

She looked at him and said softly, "If I hide the fact that I have your blood on my body when I approach Harry Potter at the beginning, then I will be completely destroyed because of this secret later, everyone Everyone will suspect the reason why I approach him, you say, don't you?"

"You look like Sirius' kid to them." He looked at her. "I think you know why that boy likes you so much, don't you? He thinks you're the daughter of that stupid Sirius..."

"You can prove that I have your blood," she said softly, "but no one can prove that I have Sirius' blood."

He turned his head and refused to look at her, he was trembling with excitement, he wanted her to shut up!

She looked at him, suddenly sat a little closer to him, and said, "You know, I have to be here, I have nowhere to go."

He didn't speak, just glanced at her and then withdrew his eyes, and she held his hand, pressed her face against it, and whispered in snake language, "You know I'm bleeding with your blood," she leaned Looking up at him, cat-like green eyes sparkling, "You know I'll never betray you."

She said softly, "You know I'm yours."

His fingers trembled, trying to touch her face but stopped.

"Who taught you to act like this and make you say such things?" He sneered, "Harry Potter?"

His words are very hurtful, "He has taught you how to please a man?"

"No, he's just my pastime, and no one needs to please himself." She raised her eyebrows and changed her language following his English, "It's Regulus, he's a bit like you, so I think Maybe I can consider treating you the way I treated him."

She looked at him sideways, her blond hair falling on his palm, her eyes just looking at him intently.

"Blood relationship is the most inseparable and inseparable existence in this world," she said softly, "Anyone may betray you, anyone may want to escape from you, but I can't and I won't do that. With your blood, you know I can't leave you."

She stared at him, every word was soft and clear, so that everyone present could hear it very clearly.

She put her hand into his palm and interlocked his fingers, padded them under her cheek, "Want to see how I manipulate Harry Potter? Want to see Dumbledore's favorite Did the golden boy quarrel with him?"

She said softly, "You know he's mine, you know I can do that."

She said, "I can do that for you."

And he finally couldn't help stretching out his hand, and tied her hair behind his ear. He carefully looked at her face, which was almost exactly the same as in memory, only a little more immature, but even the eyes were similar, As if knowing that he will never be rejected, he is determined and a little arrogant.

That expression should make people feel angry and powerless to despair, and because she will not belong to him after all, so she wants to destroy in order not to let her belong to others.

Yet she was small and soft, right next to him.Just lean in his hand.

Weak and helpless, everything depends on him.

He suddenly lowered his voice, "So, tell me, tell me what I want to do?"

"If I had to say," she sat up straight and put his hands on her knees, "I think you might give me a kiss and a lot of compliments, after all, Harry Potter is in my hands now." inside."

"uh-huh?"

She looked at his face, "I know that's just my idea," she smiled lightly, "I don't think I can leave this manor until the vacation is over."

"Why?" he asked her softly.

"Because he asked me out and I said yes." She looked into his green eyes without fear, "so I guess I should be grounded now."

"And then?" He looked at her, as if he really didn't know.

"It's a little hard to guess what's next," she said softly, and she suddenly rushed forward and hugged him, "Can you tell me?"

He froze, he didn't expect her to pounce on him, but he didn't want to push her away, he just stretched out an arm to wrap her around her, she had already hugged him, so she put her head on his arm and held him pale Weak hands, she said, "I don't think I can really think of a more horrific punishment than grounding."

She smelled mint mixed with milk, and her skin and bones were soft.

He subconsciously put his hands on her shoulders, kneading and stroking her gently.

The shoulders are thin, the back is also thin, the arms are so thin that they can be broken with bare hands, and even the chest is only slightly raised. The whole person is narrow and thin, so small that it can be hugged by someone.

She is still very young and has not grown up yet.

He stroked her back, thinking, how could she be so small, a small one, not like a human, but like a kitten.

He was six feet taller, but what about her?She was barely over five feet.

Not at all like him, but like Mrs.

She is exactly like Mrs.

"You want to get in." He said softly.

"Will you let me pass?" she asked him back. "Will you show me your mercy?"

He was silent for a while, and said, "Miss, you have to stay in your room this holiday, and you don't even think about coming out until you go back to school."

"Can it only be a room?" she said softly, "It's too small, and I'll feel bad..."

He held her wrist and stared at her, "Don't try to find that kid, don't try to hide it from me."

He waved his wand around her wrist, and a faint green light swirled on her skin. She felt a little sting, but it was not unbearable. He looked at her wrist and told her, " If you take even one step away from this house," he pinched her shoulder, "I will punish you."

"Do you understand?" He leaned against her ear, his breath was cold in every word, "You can't escape."

The faint green light settled down, showing a very thin line on her wrist.

That line was made of tiny letters, Lord Voldemort.

He took her wrist and whispered, "You know you're mine, you know you can't leave me, let alone betray me," he looked at her, "You know you're special, but even You, if one day you betray me, I will kill you myself."

He held her slender wrist but seemed to strangle her neck, "Understood?"

She smiled. "I never will."

But he still didn't let go of her hand, he stroked her, kneaded her, his fingers lingered on her waist and shoulders, and she became tense.

So she smiled softly, turned her head and kissed the back of his hand, and then stood up from his arms and slipped out when his movements suddenly stopped.

He said behind her, "There will be no next time, miss."

She turned her head and looked at him again and smiled, then opened the door and went out without saying anything.

The author has something to say:

Does anyone know why Lao Fu would know?