[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

One summer morning, when Anita opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Diary floating on the bed and staring at her deeply, as if she was looking at a beautiful work of art, or like a predator staring at it. prey.

This was so weird. Anita woke up instantly. She shrank subconsciously under the quilt, muttering and complaining, "Father, what are you doing? You scared me a little."

"Really? I'm sorry." Mr. Diary said, but there was no apology in his tone, and he still looked at Anita with strange eyes.

Anita felt the hairs all over her body explode, as if her body sensed danger before she could think.Yes, danger, emotionally and intellectually, she trusted Mr. Diary, but the sixth sense clamored for her to run away, keeping her as far away from this dangerous man as possible.

Anita reached out and grabbed the wand on the bedside table, but Mr. Diary did not stop him. He just watched Anita's movements with great interest, as if a predator appreciates the hopeless struggle of its prey, and the prey is already under control anyway. , watching a show before eating is also a good choice, isn't it?

No, the metaphor sucks.Mr. Diary is not a predator, and she will not be his prey.This must be a nasty joke.

Anita suppressed her sixth sense, which was clearly a little confused today, and rubbed her temples wearily.For some reason, although Anita Ann slept through the night, she felt extremely tired, as if she hadn't slept in days.Anita frowned and said to Mr. Diary, "Stop making trouble, it's not funny at all."

Mr. Diary ignored Anita's words, he opened his arms dramatically and said, "Happy birthday, my dear daughter!"

Was it a birthday surprise?Well, Anita was just shocked.But Anita finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her sixth sense was indeed wrong, and there was no danger. It was just that the Diary Lord had a particularly low EQ in congratulating his daughter on her birthday.So diary Mr. Ben stared at her so strangely early in the morning because he wanted to wish her a happy birthday right away?When I think about it, it's kind of weird.

However, before Anita breathed a sigh of relief, Mr. Diary suddenly leaned into her ear, his voice was hoarse but with a strange cheerful tone, "I have prepared a gift for you~"

Anita leaned back uncomfortably, once again instinctively sensing danger, her sixth sense sirens blaring.What happened today, is the sixth sense completely broken?

However, it is indeed a bit abnormal for the diary-kun to be so emotionally high.

Before Anita could come up with a reason, Mr. Diary handed Anita a beautifully packaged gift box.

"Thank you." Anita took the gift box and untied the ribbon. At the same time, she was a little puzzled. The diary cannot be too far away from the diary, and there are no shops around No. 19 Spider's End Lane. How did the diary prepare for it? birthday present?

After opening the package, there was a thin black notebook quietly lying in the gift box. Anita used her fingertips to trace the name written in cursive on the dilapidated cover of the notebook—"Tom Marvolo Riddle" .Mr. Diary, did he give himself to her?

"Thank you, I like it very much. This is the best birthday present I have ever received." Anita's voice was slightly choked.

"As long as you like it." Diary Master showed a very ferocious smile on his face.

Anita's pupils constricted, and her hand holding the wand tightened, but it was too late.The next second, Anita suddenly felt a whirlwind, and then she lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Anita gradually regained her senses. She seemed to be able to feel her body was very light, as if she was floating in the air.

"Wakeup, Sleepiy. I'vegotasurpriseforyou~(Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. I've prepared a surprise for you~)" Anita heard a crisp female voice say this with a joyful tone, and she didn't know if it was Anita's Illusion, this voice gave Anita an extremely familiar feeling.

Anita frowned and opened her eyes.Then she was shocked to see her own face appear in her sight, and the voice she had just heard came from the mouth of the face's owner.Anita reached out to touch the face in disbelief, only to find that her hand had passed through the face.

Anita froze for a few seconds, then looked down at her hand, and was shocked to find that her hand was translucent, and she didn't "seem" to be floating in mid-air, she was really floating in mid-air!

Anita's expression was blank, and she stood in the air in a daze.Her brain obviously couldn't deal with such a complicated problem, and kept shutting down and restarting and shutting down and restarting and shutting down... No, maybe it's not that she can't handle it, but she doesn't want to deal with it, because the facts are already in front of her eyes, aren't they?But she didn't dare and didn't want to face it.

Anita's soul seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was full of anger about being cheated and betrayed, sadness, bewilderment, helplessness, despair, and hatred.Yes, hate.Anita has never felt such a strong emotion of hatred before, and now she finally realizes that whenever she sees that person, she can't breathe smoothly, her hands and feet tremble unconsciously, and her heart seems to be blocked, that kind of hope The desire to delete everything about him forever, the urge to torture him, to kill him with his own hands.

The other half of her was very sober, as if she had already left her body—she had no body to do so—and watched everything in the room coldly: the angry and desperate self floating in mid-air, lying on the bed. The diary with "Anita Prince Riddle" written on the cover on the bed, and the diary master occupying her body who is admiring her expression with relish, no, it should be Voldemort.These little clues are connected in Anita's mind, and Anita seems to have seen the truth, but all this is so confusing.

"Why?" After an unknown amount of time, Anita finally found her voice and asked tremblingly.

"Why?" Voldemort tilted his head, with a cute expression on his face, and said very confidently, "Because I need a body."

"It's not true..." Anita shook her head frantically. She didn't know what she was denying, but she couldn't accept it.Was everything before that fake?Are those warm cares and loves fake?how can that be possible?She doesn't believe it.How is this possible?

"Of course it's false, little fool." Voldemort's tone was full of indulgence, but Anita shivered violently, "You are just as stupid as your mother!"

By the way, her own mother is a time traveler, and she also has a system that can show her favorability. This can never go wrong.Anita grasped at this reason as if grasping at a straw, and repeated in a murmur, "Yes, Mom, Mom can't be wrong."

Voldemort sneered, "My naive and stupid daughter. Why do you still believe me after you have seen the acting skills of the Crown Prince? You know, I can fool myself with my acting skills, and Irene is like a fly." How difficult is it for the silly woman around me? I just wanted to know the secret of her prophecy, but unfortunately that woman is very tight-lipped about it. However, she still gave birth to me willingly..." At this point, Voldemort paused, as if looking for the right words, "A container?"

"Container?" Anita clutched her heart and took a few steps back weakly.

"Yeah, the container. The container of my soul. You see, after I finished making the Horcrux, I thought about the issue of resurrection later. Philosopher's Stone and the like are too difficult to obtain, and it is suitable to use other people's bodies After all, the body is not clothes, and I can wear whatever I want. However, I came up with a brilliant idea. A body with its own blood has a natural affinity for my soul, and with some special treatments, a perfect and the body was made."

"You are crazy." Anita looked at the proud Voldemort in disbelief.

"Thank you for the compliment." Voldemort said without any shame, "You should feel honored. After all, I not only prepared you as a container, but I chose your body to merge with my great soul."

"More than one container? Who else?"

Voldemort smiled maliciously and said, "Well, let me think about it, they are about your age, and how many of them are very close friends of yours."

Anita's face paled instantly as if struck by lightning, and she murmured, "D...Draco?"

"Hush." ​​Voldemort held up a finger to cover his mouth, "It's a secret."

Anita closed her eyes in despair, and asked, "We made an unbreakable oath, you can't hurt me, is this also a lie?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Voldemort denied, "Oaths are valid. But I have reminded you many times that the definition of 'harm' is vague. Did I hurt you? No. Think about it." , your soul is fine, and your body is fine, I just changed the container for your soul. But now that oath is indeed invalid. "

"You have plenty of opportunities. Why wait until today?"

"No, it's not easy to gain your complete trust. However, after you trust me, it's quite interesting to see you obediently walking around me like a puppy. Of course, these are not important, the most important reason is Your 13th birthday is the perfect time. As I said, thirteen is an evil and magical number. My dear daughter, you listened to what I said, but why can't you think? If you If you think about it, you won't be reduced to the soul, and you can only watch me kill everyone you care about."

"Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra!)" At this moment, the hatred in Anita's heart was extremely strong, and she had never had such a strong desire to kill someone.

Voldemort showed an exaggerated surprised expression on his face, and then he burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, my silly daughter, you don't think I will let you retain the ability to cast spells, do you? Not everyone has the ability to cast spells in the soul. You cast a spell in your state. If I hadn't connected you with the diary, the Horcrux, your soul would have dissipated long ago."

"Desperate? Don't worry, this is just the beginning, I won't kill you, I decided to let you accompany me to live forever, in the state of the soul..."

"Dong dong dong." A sudden knock on the door interrupted Voldemort's words, and now the person knocking on the door could only be Severus!

"Get out of here!" Anita yelled nervously.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows at Anita and said sweetly, "Come in."

Severus frowned suspiciously, took out his wand, and opened Anita's door vigilantly.Seeing the translucent daughter floating in mid-air, and the daughter sitting on the bed smiling at him inexplicably, even Severus' perennially expressionless face showed consternation.

Severus quickly identified the real Anita, pointed his wand at Voldemort and said, "Who are you? Get out of my daughter!"

"Severus, my subordinate of 'loyalty'." Voldemort emphasized the word "loyalty". He picked up the diary and shook it, slowly tearing off a page. The sound, Anita huddled in pain in mid-air, but only groaned at the beginning, and then gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

Voldemort threatened, "Put down your wand if you don't want me to torture your 'daughter'."

Severus glanced at Anita, his eyes were like empty tunnels, without any emotion, as if Anita's pain could not cause any waves in his heart.Severus tightened his grip on the wand, and then he suddenly put down his wand and knelt down, kissed Voldemort's robe, and said calmly, "My Lord, you are finally back, and I have always believed that you will come back. As for This girl, MyLord, I adopted her just because I knew she was your daughter, if you need it, don’t talk about this girl, everything about me is yours.”

Anita closed her eyes in despair, it was all her fault.

"Very good." The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled slightly, "Severus, you have always been my most trusted subordinate. But now there are too many people who have betrayed me, I think I need some proof. I will give you one more For my chance of allegiance, kill that girl!"

Severus silently picked up his wand and walked towards Anita step by step.

Voldemort casually tapped the palm of his hand with the diary, watching the scene of father and daughter slaying each other in front of him.

Severus walked up to Anita and stood still, pointing his wand at her, Severus still had no expression on his face, and his hand holding the wand was steady.

Anita tried her best to squeeze out a slightly twitching smile, she was a little thankful that there were no tears in her soul.

From an angle Voldemort couldn't see, Anita mouthed to Severus, "Doit." and closed her eyes.

There was no hesitation in Severus' eyes as he waved his wand and called, "Avada Kedavra!"