[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

I am the last passer-by on your road, the last spring, the last snow, the last survival war.

——"Have you heard? The foursome of Potter and Sirius in Gryffindor were not only deducted points for confinement, but also punished to accept labor services, including not being able to use magic to clean up and assist Hagrid at night Patrol the Forbidden Forest."

——"I think he will continue to be deducted two years of points by Professor Voldemort, and Gryffindor is doomed to miss the House Cup."

——"Except for the reckless and arrogant Potter, who in Hogwarts would dare to provoke Professor Voldemort? He is a real Slytherin."

— "So, what the hell did James Potter do?"

At nightfall, in the dark and gloomy Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Forbidden Forest, the group of four are carefully avoiding the dragon claw vine, which is the most dangerous plant in England, long entangled, slimy vines Always be ready to find a victim.

Sirius frowned tightly, and said to Potter angrily, "So what did you see? At least let us know the reason for being punished!"

James Potter's messy black hair looked like he had just come off a broomstick, and he looked angry, "I don't have any memory of this in my mind, that cunning old Slytherin must have used a Forget it all!"

"Merlin, you still dare to speak ill of Professor Voldemort! I'm afraid we have become the most unpopular people in the entire Gryffindor House." Peter Pettigrew's hair almost exploded when he thought of the points deducted by the house.

Lupine carefully observed the surroundings, and did not join the discussion of the other three. Merlin, it is said that there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. Professor Voldemort punished them to patrol the Forbidden Forest. Could it be that he realized his true identity as a werewolf? This is too scary up!He must take a detour when he sees Professor Voldemort later.

And James Potter tried to recall several times, but still couldn't catch any thoughts, he gritted his teeth and came to the conclusion angrily - "That old guy must be studying evil black magic!"

And while the Marauders were making their tragic tour of the Forbidden Forest, the Ministry of Magic was hosting a lavish dinner at Malfoy Manor.

In the dignified and luxurious lord's mansion, surrounded by well-designed gardens, all the wizards invited to the dinner took off their wizard robes and put on decent classical dresses, looking extraordinarily grand.

The magnificent banquet hall has a beautiful wide dome, and several gorgeous and bright huge crystal chandeliers hang down from the top, shining brightly and brilliantly.

Lucius Malfoy was standing beside Voldemort, his platinum blonde hair seemed to shine brighter than the crystal chandelier, but it seemed nothing compared to the unspeakable charm that surrounded the black-haired man.

His jet-like hair is combed meticulously, his upright figure in a black suit is fascinating, and a delicate dark green silk bow tie is worn on a white classic shirt. .

But this was Lord Voldemort, obviously no one had the guts to post it flippantly.

Fanatical follower Bellatrix has an ambiguous feeling for Voldemort, which can even be called admiration. In addition to his noble blood as the heir of Salazar Slytherin, she is even more fascinated by Lord Voldemort's powerful power and authority. endlessly.

Even though Bella married Rodolphus Lestrange, who was in the same class as her after graduation, a wizard from a pure-blood family who also graduated from Slytherin, she never seemed to be prepared to hide this enthusiasm of admiration.

Bellatrix's eyes were venomous - what made her unbearable was that the great Lord Voldemort was completely bewildered by that French woman with the blood of a charmed baby.

Not only Bellatrix, many unmarried girls at the banquet regarded Voldemort as their favorite. There is nothing in this world more attractive than a handsome man who is in the midst of power.

But Voldemort, who was stared at by many admiring eyes, was gradually becoming gloomy at this moment—why hasn't that cunning little villain appeared yet!He really shouldn't have left her alone in the living room to prepare her makeup and dress.

——It's all because of James Potter, a daredevil who broke into the office, and Vespa became so angry with himself that he said under his anger that they should separate and calm down.

"Lord Voldemort, thank you very much for your suggestion to the Department of International Magical Cooperation, it has helped me a lot." Minister of Magic Harold Minkan greeted him with a smile that was extremely warm and eager.

But unfortunately, Voldemort was suspecting that he had been released by Vespa, and he was not in a good mood. Naturally, he was not in the mood to perform a harmonious scene with his puppet Minister of Magic, and he looked too serious when his face was cold. Even with a bit of evil, he nodded perfunctorily, "Mr. Minkan."

Harold Minchan looked at Lucius and signaled with his eyes—someone angered Lord Voldemort?

Lucius Malfoy gave him a silent look - who else but "that"?

Hey...His Royal Highness the Dark Lord who is still in his first love at the age of nearly fifty is too difficult to serve...

Voldemort's deep eyes swept across the entrance of the resplendent banquet hall from time to time. When he saw the closed door of thick nanmu wood inlaid with gold on the stairs on the second floor being slowly pushed open by the servants of the Malfoy family, his eyes flashed instantly, as if a thousand thousand fires were burning in his eyes. Hot as a sun.

In the luxurious banquet hall, it seemed that the pause button was pressed instantly. Everyone couldn't help but look at the black-haired girl standing on the stairs, as if they had forgotten everything in the world.

She was wearing a very dreamy and imposing black rose dress, like a corolla, like a poem like a dream. As she stepped down the stairs, the gorgeous, intricate and exquisite dress floated up like a cloud, like a A watercolor painting, as beautiful as a dream.

With red lips, black hair and snow skin, Vespa's stunning beauty and mysterious and seductive temperament carry an extraordinary charm of extreme charm.

Voldemort walked towards her with graceful steps, and the crowd who finally came to their senses made way for him like Moses parting the sea.

Vespa stood on the last two steps of the stairs with a calm expression, slowly watching the handsome black-haired man walking towards her. Under the gaze of everyone at the banquet, Voldemort made an invitation gesture towards her, but The black-haired girl with extreme beauty avoided his palm with a cold face, "I remember we are in a cooling-off period, sir."

She raised her head slightly, with a confident arrogance.

Thinking of Voldemort's usually ruthless demeanor, many people in the banquet hall began to worry about this young and beautiful girl.

But to everyone's surprise, Voldemort didn't get angry at all. He looked indulgently at the little witch in front of him, "I'm afraid that's just your unilateral approval."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled Vespa into his arms with a little force, and danced with her to the beautiful waltz.

Voldemort put his arm around the black-haired girl's waist, leading her to turn and twirl freely and gracefully, Vespa had to admit - the way he danced was really charming.

He was so close to her that it was almost as if they were rubbing each other's ears, "Vespa, you can't punish me for someone else's recklessness, besides, that daredevil has already been forgotten."

Of course, he was referring to the fact that the two were almost found out by Potter.

"Of course it's your fault," Vespa turned around, and threw himself into the black man's arms out of inertia, "it's because you always do things that are dressed like beasts."

Voldemort leaned closer to her and whispered, "Who started seducing me first, you little villain who was the first to sue."

"Seduce you?" Vespa's tongue was pressed in an ambiguous tone, and his white fingers pulled his neckline slightly, as if preparing to send a passionate kiss, "Is that so?"

The pride and ease in her eyebrows and eyes would break the heart of any Voldemort admirer.

——Damn it, how could this damn French woman treat Lord Voldemort so frivolously!

When the waltz ended, Voldemort suddenly tapped the crystal cup with a delicately carved silver fork, and everyone in the banquet hall stopped their voices and movements, preparing to listen to his speech.

And Vespa looked at his extremely aggressive gaze, and suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable nervous anxiety.

The black-haired man raised the corners of his lips, "Vespa, I hope you like my apology gift."

The beautiful little witch pursed her lips and looked at him without saying a word.

Voldemort opened the velvet box, a golden locket inlaid with amber gemstones, causing gasps to resound at the banquet, Merlin, this is Slytherin's locket!

Lord Voldemort actually took this priceless treasure as an apology gift!

And Vespa remembered this precious locket that once belonged to the Gaunt family, which was one of his Horcruxes in the original work.

But something even more astonishing still seemed to be happening. His slender hands opened the locket, and there was a ring inside.

——"Merlin! Did Lord Voldemort ask for marriage?!"

"Vespa," said his eyes with stubborn, desperate love, "I prepared this ring when I was 16 years old, and as time passed, I became more and more afraid of not being able to put it on your finger. on, but Merlin gave me a miracle in the end."

He straightened his back and knelt on one knee, always with surging love in his indifferent eyes, "My charming little witch, you pass through the wilderness of my heart as easily as sunlight penetrates crystal, you make my life Every day, free from chagrin, remorse, and blame, you seem to me beyond the chains of doctrine, beyond the chains of fate—”

The mighty Lord Voldemort, who was obviously supposed to be invincible, now had intoxicating piety and love in his eyes, "And I have been waiting to meet you all my life."