Professor of LVSS is so cute

Voldemort watched the light and shadow twitch and howl with cold eyes for more than half an hour before he untied the spell slowly and spared his life.

Feeling that he had walked through purgatory once, the light and shadow looked at Voldemort tremblingly, not daring to provoke the cold-blooded demon king in front of him again.

Voldemort asked again if what he just said was true.

The still-shocked light and shadow nodded almost without thinking.

Voldemort frowned.

He stared at the very proper bloodline purifier protected by the protective cover, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his scarlet blood pupils.

Staring at him without daring to take a breath, the illusory figure seemed to float forward unintentionally, protecting Severus, who had a dull expression and empty eyes, behind him - even though he knew that doing so would not help.

After a few minutes, Voldemort's frown loosened, as if he had thought of some good idea, his handsome face was full of success.

I don't know what the hell he's up to, Guangying's nervous scalp is about to explode.

He could only watch helplessly as Voldemort recruited the last five house-elves remaining in the manor, with a gesture of cutting grass and roots.

Guangying's heart trembled, and before he could say anything, a dazzling green light shot out from the yew wood wand that slipped into Voldemort's palm at some point——

The light and shadow conditioned reflex attracted a chair to block the Arvada Kedavra who came at a high speed.

The house-elves hugged and screamed and screamed and screamed.

Bang bang!

The chairs are falling apart.

Voldemort didn't even look at the house elves who had just walked around the gate of hell, and coldly glanced at the light and shadow in midair, "What? Do you still want to try the experience just now?"

"No!" The light and shadow shrank back reflexively, "You, you can't kill them. No one is more familiar with everything in Prince Manor than them."

Voldemort squinted at him.

"I, I didn't lie," the courageous and hairy light and shadow showed all the courage in this life. "Severus and I also just opened the manor some time ago. We are not much more familiar with this place than you." I prayed desperately to the god of magic that Lucius didn't tell Voldemort about his inheritance of the Prince manor in his previous life. Reported!

Voldemort paused for a moment, as if thinking.

Light and Shadow tried hard to put on an expression of 'I'm doing it for your own good'.

Fifteen minutes later, Light and Shadow watched in horror as Voldemort modified the house-elf's memory.

Light and Shadow's eyelids twitched when he saw his familiar methods, and a terrible premonition seized his body and mind instantly (although Light and Shadow had little experience, it was derived from the double agent in the previous life), he seemed to have guessed what Voldemort wanted What are you doing!

"You...you can't..."

"I'm glad you're willing to cooperate with me," Voldemort interrupted Light and Shadow's about to say, "Severus, it's good for you in the past—at least, you don't have to worry about me making him an idiot because of his hand .”

Voldemort, who had modified the house-elf's memory, summoned Severus to him under the hopeless gaze of light and shadow.

The black-haired boy with empty eyes knelt down on one knee in front of him with a dull expression.

Voldemort pressed the tip of his own wand to Severus' temple.

"No! You can't do this!" Guangying roared and rushed over like crazy!

——He couldn't accept that his past self had also been altered in memory, turning into a puppet that the other party wanted.

Voldemort didn't even look at him, and with a shake of the wand in his hand, Light and Shadow let out a scream that was worse than before, and the whole person curled up in pain and rolled backwards.

Voldemort was annoyed when he heard it, and was also afraid that his cry would interfere with his spellcasting, so he simply threw another Silencing Charm over there, and there was complete silence from the light and shadow side!

Unaware of what he was about to face, Severus half-kneeled docilely in front of the red-eyed devil, allowing him to manipulate his memory.

"—If it wasn't for all the tampering, it might cause the main body to collapse and become a lunatic, so I don't have to spend so much trouble." Voldemort shook his head regretfully, "Since there is no way to erase the real memories, then seal them up, Well, reconstruct a false memory..."

"Severus, my most capable servant, you used to rely on your unparalleled Occlumency technique to open your brain more than once to prove your 'loyalty' with false memories, so you will fall into this situation today To a certain extent, it can be regarded as self-inflicted."

Streaks of silver mist shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand and entered Severus's mind. He stared intently at the docile young man prostrated at his feet, his eyes flashed with joy.

"What DarkLord lacks most is patience, Severus, I will watch you go to ruin step by step, and watch you be hated by those fools who claim to be righteous, until you are finally betrayed by everyone." Thinking of Severus Remembering the bright and charming face deep in his memory, the corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched into a sneer without the slightest warmth.

When the last ray of silver light disappeared in Severus' mind, Voldemort lifted his foot and kicked, and Severus fell limply on the thick carpet.

Voldemort walked calmly to the oil painting of Severus' assessment through the shadows of silent screams and wailing, and knocked on the frame politely. The finest white jade is also dazzling.

"Come out, old gentlemen, I'm not your descendant, and your mechanical absurdity won't work with me."

Nothing happens to the oil painting.

"I'll count to three, if you don't come out again, the oil painting you live in will be set on fire—"

Oil painting still does not respond.

"At the same time, I will kill your last descendant, remove the protective spell of this manor, and expose it to the sight of Muggles. I believe that with the strong curiosity of those Muggles," the voice of the demon king was magnetic. Pleasing to the ear, but the words made one's scalp tingle and one's hair stand on end. "They will come here very soon and recruit countless people to study everything in the manor."

"They will make a big report, and it will spread all over the world. By that time, the thousand-year-old Prince, the oldest potion family, will become a long-standing joke in the wizarding world. Even newborn wizard cubs will know that once There was such a ridiculous family, they were wiped out, and finally they were crucified forever on the pillar of shame of wizards by dirty Muggles in the name of research and exploration."

Oil painting still does not respond.

"One." Voldemort didn't even lift his eyelids.

Oil painting does not respond.

"Two." Voldemort flicked the non-existent dust on his robe.

Oil painting still did not respond.

"three……"

Before the words were finished, three panting white-bearded old men popped out of the oil painting without any movement at some point. They were either grabbing each other's faces or beards, their clothes were disheveled, and they glared at Voldemort with hatred in their eyes. Come.

——Looking at the posture, it was obvious that they had just been punched and kicked because of the quarrel.

Voldemort smiled slightly: "Very well, those who know current affairs are the best."

■

After the "friendly" negotiation with the three oldest white-bearded old men, Voldemort forgave the light and shadow who had gone through Purgatory again, and sat on the sofa in the lobby of the Prince Manor in a rather happy mood, and summoned him servant.

The humble Crouch Jr. appeared on the carpet of the Prince estate 15 minutes later.

He knelt down on one knee and apologized without looking sideways.

"Sorry, my lord, I'm late, Hogwarts cannot apparate."

Voldemort waved his hand to show his understanding.He asked Crouch if anything happened at Hogwarts.

Crouch Jr. spoke respectfully about his experience at Hogwarts without reservation, focusing on the details of the events caused by the insulting of the Evans couple by the Carroll brothers and sisters and Fenrir Greyback at Hogwarts. repercussions.

Voldemort rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and he narrowed his eyes, letting little Crouch come to him.

Little Crouch took two steps on his knees.

The tip of Voldemort's wand was pointed at Crouch Jr.'s temple.

Frenzy flashed in Little Crouch's eyes, and he raised his head slightly without any resistance to let his master pull out his memory of Hogwarts, and threw him into a pensieve that he carried with him.

"You once again accomplished the task I want to give you brilliantly, little Barty, I'm very happy, that's all for today, you step back."

Voldemort said to little Crouch with a gentle face.

Little Crouch stood up reluctantly, and once again bowed the cane to his master, then stomped his heels and disapparated.

The moment he activated the spell, an extremely indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Everything is forgotten."

Little Crouch's spell was interrupted, and he lay on the floor in a state of embarrassment.

——Fortunately, he didn't lose any limbs when the spell was broken, otherwise St. Mungo would have to worry about staying with a Death Eater again.

"What? Is there anything else you want to report to me?" Voldemort gave him a displeased look.

Little Crouch, who was in a daze for a moment, broke out in a cold sweat.

With a pale face, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Lord, it's all my fault, I shouldn't get carried away with your praise."

Little Crouch not only apologized with his mouth, but also called himself Avada countless times in his heart!

——It was rare for his great master to talk to him because of his excellent performance in the last battle, but he made such a mistake when he was retiring.

Guangying, who had been floating beside Voldemort playing the role of a wooden man, looked at the little Crouch who blamed himself and wanted to dig a hole to bury himself.

Voldemort waved him away impatiently, "There will be no next time."

"Lord, thank you for your kindness, I will take my leave now." Little Crouch apparated again tremblingly.

Voldemort dragged Severus over from the other side of the carpet with a blank expression, pulled out the memory that Crouch had handed over just now from the pensieve and poured it into Severus's mind, and then slowly looked at the light and shadow. Said, "Take him back to Hogwarts, and you will take the stun spell off on his bed in his dormitory."

Guangying's eyes lit up.

"Don't try to play any tricks," Voldemort said with a sneer. "When Padiff broke off the connection for you, I already moved my hands and feet in your body. Even if you go to the ends of the world, as long as I move your mind, you will come to me."

Guangying's heart skipped a beat.

"After half a day of getting along, I believe you also fully understand my methods. I will give you an hour to send him back. If you have not come back by the specified time, then I am happy to let you try the taste just now." Voldemort looked mockingly at the light and shadow who dared not speak out, "Besides, there is one more thing I need to remind you, the current you, apart from me, even that old lunatic Dumbledore, can't see it. "

Light and Shadow, whose pupils suddenly constricted, felt that his heart had fallen into a bottomless abyss.