HP told my dad to hit you after school

When Voldemort decided to form his own powerful intelligence network and private army, this date was nearly 20 years later than the founding date of the truly murderous Death Eaters in history.

The North American wizards left with the magic TV. This failure made the German side aware of the exposure of the intelligence personnel. They began to shrink the intelligence network and act more secretly.

So until Christmas, the little silver snake Sergio Ramos, who has the same name as Sergio Keynes, the secretary general of the minister's office, was idly hanging around the pen holder on Voldemort's table, flicking his tail to look at Minister Voldemort. Work, accept feeding from the minister from time to time.The days without any stimulation made this originally thin snake thicker several times.

As usual, Isa will go home for Christmas and attend many activities with Voldemort.Even so, she made an appointment with Snape to go shopping.

As soon as she got home, Isa felt the changes in the restaurant at home sensitively.

Originally, only she and her father ate at home, but even so, there were seven chairs on each side of the long table in a neat manner, accumulating dust over the years.

But now there are more chairs on the long table, she silently counted, at least 20.

There are also a lot of decorations in the details, basically silverware or magic objects with silver and green main colors.She even saw Wenger hanging four blue and white porcelain plates on the wall at the corner of the corridor.

She felt like she had entered a Rockefeller mansion.

"Father," Yisha touched the porcelain plate carefully, and she was too excited, "Are these things from our own family?"

"Nonsense." Voldemort asked Wenger to pack Isa's luggage first. "Before, others gave it to me, and I piled it up every year. I put it in the basement storage room... It's not that you don't like going to the basement. You don't like it." Is it dark? I can’t think of these things. I suddenly remembered them two days ago, so I went to have a look and found some that could be displayed, so I asked Wenger to clean them up.”

Isa was still wondering: "Why are you putting it all out? Are you going to have guests at home?"

"Almost." Voldemort said absent-mindedly, "You don't need to worry about it. Go back to your room to review, and get tested when you return to school after Christmas break!"

Isa really almost never heard the words "don't care" from her father.

She thought it was just something that parents who don't regard their children as self-respecting people would say, but she didn't expect that she would also have the experience of being sent back to the room by her father who said, "Kids don't mess around!"

The cold leaves fluttered all over my face!

My father perfunctory broke my heart!

What you said pierced my heart like an ice pick!

Yisha really hurts! ! !

She closed the door, took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, looked up at the ceiling wondering if those porcelain plates were antiques, and wondered what her father wanted to do.

The mystery was soon revealed.

On December 12th, Voldemort's head was smeared with a lot of pomade. Isa worried that he would lose his head prematurely when he saw it.Think of the slightly bald Draco in middle age!Think of Lucius who had to grow his hair long for fear of going bald!He liked to put on pomade before, the same as his son Brother Yan when he was a child. Looking at him, Isa can see the silly son of the landlord's family 24 years later, the little coward without any effort.But since he discovered that his hairline started to move back (he was only 20 years old!), he gave up the back of his head and chose to grow his hair long.

The balding gene is said to be passed down from father to son...Isa thought pessimistically, but unfortunately his father killed old Tom Riddle too early, and did not leave old TR old enough to observe whether he bald; Or his father saw the thick hair on the top of the old TR's head, but he didn't bother to observe...

Dad, you should have taken a closer look at it back then!

Just in case, what if the baldness of the mentally handicapped, noseless devil king wasn't shaved by himself...

It's a natural shedding...

Issa stared at her father's shiny, slicked-back hair, where flies couldn't stand, and tears were streaming down his face.

Voldemort doing a final inspection of the house arrangement: ? ? ?

Isa forced herself not to look at his reflective hair, but to look at his new look, shining everywhere: "I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm super rich" temperamental home.

Sure enough, who is he going to entertain?

"Invite a few friends to dinner at home tonight." Voldemort understated, "You should tidy up nicely."

Isa wondered: friend?

Dad, your circle of friends is very weird, who knows who will come.

Voldemort walked into the dining room, looked at the space with exquisite decorations with satisfaction, and happily pointed out to Isa the originally empty staircase: "Look what I put there."

Isa took a closer look and widened her eyes in shock—a grand piano! ! !

She ran over at a trot, lifted the cover of the piano with great excitement, and touched the keys: "Oh my god, Dad, someone gave you a piano?!"

No signage - maybe custom made!

Voldemort said casually: "When you were a child, Walburga suggested that I let you learn a musical instrument, and I built one, but seeing that you sing out of tune, you may not be able to play the piano well...so I didn't take it out. .”

Why do you hit people like this! ! !

Although it is true that she is tone deaf and has no musical talent... But in her previous life, she also suffered from piano lessons for nearly ten years during the wave of "letting children have another interest" and research!

She can play!

Isa sat down in front of the piano bench aggressively, put her hands on the keys, deliberately made a standard hand shape for holding an egg, and turned to ask her father:

"Daddy, can you play Little Star?"

Voldemort: "...No way."

Yisha smiled triumphantly: "Then let me teach you, okay?"

Voldemort: Can I say no?

Although she didn't wait for the standard answer: "Hey", Isa still started playing and singing by herself:

duo duo so la la so

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star—"

Fafa Mi Mi Rui Duo

"How I Wonder What You Are!"

Voldemort: "...you're off tune."

Isa turned around and was very dissatisfied: "I can't even sing the little stars out of tune, right?!"

Voldemort didn't want to stay for long, and if she continued to sing, he would attract wolves.

He picked up the whimpering Demon King Silly, and pushed her to see the newly furnished corridor on the second floor.

At 6:00, the guests apparated in place one after another.

It was very strange today, Voldemort didn't go to the front hall to receive people, he sat at the head of the long table in the restaurant, and ordered Isa to go to the hall to lead people.

Yisha went there with a belly slander, stepping on small high-heeled shoes with a 3 cm heel to lead people back and forth.

The first person she sees is one she knows.

"Bella!" she called.

Bella is bright and moving today, with flaming red lips, a dress with big slits, and her thighs are faintly visible.

"I can't wait!" Bella's hands were trembling, "It's a great honor...a great honor..."

She ushered her to a seat, and Bella ran on 10cm heels as soon as she saw Voldemort.

"Lord!" she burst into tears, "I want to give my life to you—"

Voldemort waved to Isa to leave quickly, and she looked back at Voldemort whispering softly to appease the fanatical fan girl.

Then she saw a lot of familiar faces, all the seniors in the school, Dolokhov, Lestrange, Nott, Selwyn...all of them looked apprehensive and grateful .And, of course, Lucius, who had recently made his mark at the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius is the most stable of them all, he is much more normal to Isa.

"Happy Christmas Eve, Isa." Lucius's hair was over the ear, and now it looks a bit like a sister's head, and Isa decided to ask him what kind of dinner tonight.

"You don't know?" Lucius was a little surprised, "The Lord decided to reorganize the Death Eaters, absorb the younger generation, and hold the first DE General Assembly to announce the constitution of organization—you don't know?"

Isa froze for a moment, feeling the grievances being concealed and the turbulent uneasiness. She tried to suppress the bad idea and smiled: "Maybe my understanding is a little bit wrong-I will take you to your seat, Lucius, father has been waiting for you for a long time gone."

6:15, all guests are seated.Isa walked towards the remaining handful to Voldemort's left hand, thinking it was for herself.

[This is not your seat. ] Abruptly, Voldemort barely moved his lips, hissing to remind Isa.

Isa glanced at the whole table—there was really only one seat left.

[I don't have a seat? ] She questioned.

[You are not a participant. ] Voldemort replied without hesitation, [There is another guest who has just arrived in the hall - pick him up, don't make any noise, don't talk, don't ask questions, then go back to your room, Wenger will send your dinner. ]

Isa was supposed to explode, but she held back for now.In the eyes of the young Death Eaters who were in awe of the descendants of Slytherin who spoke the snake language, they went to pick up the last guest angrily.

When she came to the hall, the black-haired young man who had lowered his head to observe the silverware suddenly raised his head when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Isa slammed on the brakes.

This is......

It was an old dream that she thought would never happen again.

Severus Snape.

Isa stood ten steps away from him, looking at him across the hall.

Her lips were trembling.The floor heater was burning brightly, but her palms were icy cold.

The last Death Eater looked at her pale face calmly, and then said:

"I can explain."

Do not make any noise, do not speak, do not ask questions.Isa finally understood the meaning of Voldemort's order.Her heart was trembling, she turned around slowly, swayed to lead the way, and step by step introduced the soul she most wanted to protect and ignore into the restaurant that seemed to be no different from the dark abyss it used to be.

She didn't go in again, and she didn't want to care about how Snape, who sat under Voldemort at the age of 14, would cause controversy and commotion. She went upstairs as if in a daze, walked back to the room, and gently closed the door.

Isha feels betrayed.

History relentlessly returned to its original track, the Slaughter Legion was rebuilt, the Dark Lord reappeared, and Snape had to accept his brand again.

But for a moment, she thought, if it wasn't for her... Snape wouldn't have accepted Voldemort's invitation, would he?

Could it be that it was all because of her——

"Many departments of the Ministry of Magic are rotten." Voldemort cut the veal steak. "The reform cannot be completed overnight. Can I cut off all the moths?"

The teenagers were busy chewing, but they didn't forget to give a vague yes.

"So I want to train the next generation from now on - you will be the pillars of my eradication of ills! Look at Lucius, 98% of the employees can't compare to him! When you graduate, I will take that Help replace all the wine bags and rice bags!... Raise your glass, to Daying!"

Snape swallowed a piece of cod with difficulty, then raised his glass of good claret: "To England!"

Isa seemed to be frightened. He put down his wine glass, picked up another piece of cod, thought while eating, and distracted himself from listening to Voldemort's chatter about the terrible situation of the Ministry of Magic. Just come for a meal and see how Voldemort wants to train the recruits by the way.

"......The intelligence network can penetrate into the minister's office-is the next step to cast the Imperius Curse on me?! Huh?!"

Bella slapped her thigh, crisp and loud, and Rudolph, who was sitting next to her, slapped him on the leg with an "aww".

"So I thought, I also want to have our own organization, a legion that can defend itself—is Auror useful? Traitors come from within! And you!"

Voldemort was a good drinker. Some children were already drunk, but he was sober. He stood up and pointed forward, announcing loudly:

"You are the guarantee that Great Britain will be great again!"

"To Young Daeng! To Death Eaters! To Great Immortal!"

Drunk children toast:

"To MyLord!"

Snape's lips moved, but without making much noise, he drank it all in one gulp.

Voldemort glanced at him, and smiled.

Voldemort and Snape were still awake when the show ended.A group of fanatical boys and girls used the Floo network to go home, leaving only a little memory of helping Voldemort catch traitors and helping him deliver news when necessary, and a full stomach.

Voldemort didn't even do some ugly branding.

Snape was the last to go, he hesitated, and asked Voldemort: "Issa...doesn't know?"

"She doesn't need to know." Voldemort put his hand in his pocket and said casually, "It's just a trip in muddy water. Everyone may be attacked by Germany. She can't afford to do such a trivial matter, and you are just here to listen today. Remember: you're not in the Death Eaters - I'm not going to put you in the Ministry of Magic."

Snape nodded.

"Just call you today to find out what's going on. Don't get involved in their affairs. Keep an eye on Isa and help her. Don't let her be affected—if she hurts a little, "

Voldemort didn't go on, making a silent threat.

Snape nodded again.

"I haven't approved of you yet, boy," said Voldemort, thumping him on the shoulder. "Go back. Remember what I said."

Upstairs, Isa curled up and fell asleep.Voldemort went upstairs softly, tucked her in, and gently and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sure it's crazy." He sighed.

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The director of the grade department won't let us go home!Knock angry!I haven't been home for three weeks!