HP Time and Space Covenant

"Tom, with empowerment comes responsibility to the governed. I insist on that, and think it should be the cornerstone of a career. Opposition to -- well, I don't think you'd think it didn't exist — It must be the basis of all our debates. Therefore, when confronted with resistance, I do not want to see excessive use of force. I believe that this will also lead to failure. When everyone is at risk, you will lose The trust of most people." Dumbledore rarely gave the most sincere advice to Voldemort, "Because of some of your actions over the years, I think you understand this."

"Yes." Voldemort looked at the old headmaster with the same earnestness and sincerity, "Dumbledore, in fact, your worries all the time did not exist. I knew this before coming to Hogwarts, and Slytherin would not Fail a second time in the same place."

What Voldemort said surprised Dumbledore. The old headmaster put down the cup in his hand, pressed his hands on the table, sat up straight and leaned forward, his blue eyes shining sharply: "The same Place fails a second time?"

Voldemort smiled, with a tinge of mystery and mischievous complacency: "Gellert Grindelwald has been my teacher since I was ten years old."

Dumbledore pressed his hands tightly on the table to support himself, his eyes subconsciously scanned the blank photo frame on the table.I see! Voldemort had a relatively complete sense of self-protection very early on, he was very skillful in dealing with people and things, and did things without leaving traces.He always thought that such a secretive and secretive child could not really get close to his heart and shake his belief.So, after Voldemort entered the school, he gave him cold treatment and surveillance.Upon discovering Voldemort's fanatical obsession with the Dark Arts, he even wished to steer him down a path of no return and eliminate the threat.

Dumbledore also regretted what he did when he was young and vigorous.He was relieved to learn that Voldemort hadn't been tempted by the Horcrux's immortality.

And what he learned tonight made him re-acquainted with this rare genius in the magic world.It turned out that no one can influence him, but that the person who can influence him has not been by his side.It's not that no one can teach him. In fact, he has been personally taught by Gellert since he was a child.

Gellert...So you've already moved on from the past?

Halloween night conversations weren't particularly full.After all, as Voldemort said, the differences between Dumbledore and him had always been serious.And years of prejudice cannot be changed in one conversation.The two of them have completely different views on the perception of black magic alone, not to mention their views on the Muggle world.Dumbledore, who is nearly a hundred years old, has already formed a certain habit of his views on things. Years have brought about the accumulation of wisdom, and it is inevitable that people will become stubborn.stick to yourself for many years

Most old people will not change their minds because of other people's persuasion.They believe that the elders who have experienced much more than the young people can see the problems more comprehensively and thoroughly.

Voldemort hadn't expected any of this either.After that conversation, Dumbledore stopped interfering in Severus' affairs with him, at least he no longer objected to Voldemort's participation in the Minister of Magic election.Without the opposition of such a highly respected and highly oriented white wizard, Voldemort's approval rating has reached the level where he can be directly appointed.

Since that night, the major newspapers and periodicals have frantically reported the same topic continuously - the young heir of the Prince family, Severus Prince, has won the favor of the Slytherin king.

"A special gift, a romantic oath. A scene not to be missed at the Hogwarts Halloween ball. The powerful, noble, and handsome Slytherin's only heir, His Excellency the Dark Duke's romantic declaration, attracted everyone's attention. One lucky guy—Severus Prince, the inventor of the new wolfbane potion, and the young heir to the Prince family. Maybe everyone wants more information about him at this moment, so, You'll be glad you read this report. According to an unnamed Hogwarts student..."

— Daily Prophet

"Merlin! Who is this interviewer? He actually said that Prince is very gentle and amiable, that snot... ouch..." Before Sirius could finish speaking, Lily took the "History of Magic" textbook and smashed it On the head - we all know how thick that book is.

"That address, don't let me hear it again!" The red-haired girl widened her emerald eyes and shouted angrily at Sirius.

Sirius glanced at James. In recent days, this friend has been a little confused and absent. He didn't expect to see Lily Evans speaking for Severus now, and he didn't respond at all.Sirius rolled his eyes and said to the Gryffindor girl, "Got it, got it."

"However, I really didn't expect Severus to be with that person." Lily sat down still angrily.

"It's strange," Sirius replied nonchalantly, "They are all Slytherins, and they are the same kind of people. However, I find it quite surprising that the Duke of Darkness doesn't mind Prince's half-blood status."

Lily froze for a moment, seeing that Sirius didn't speak.Severus is half-blood, the only half-blood wizard in Slytherin.This was also the reason why Severus had been ostracized and made things difficult last year.But Lily didn't expect that even Sirius, Gryffindor's friend, would care about being a half-blood.

"That man, he won't treat Severus seriously! Sirius, you said that the Slytherin nobles like those dirty little games, didn't you? You said it would be..." James suddenly grabbed Sirius Arm, a little excited, and when he said the last sentence, his voice became even hoarse.

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Rees opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.With Slytherin's insistence on pure blood, as the lover of the Duke of Darkness, Prince's background is not very suitable.If, as James guessed, with that person's identity, it's not impossible to choose a potion genius who has been in the limelight recently to play.But why is James so excited?Sirius looked at Lily carefully, the red-haired girl's face was very ugly at the moment, maybe she also sensed something wrong with James.

Sirius stood up from the chair, pulled James away from holding his arm, put his arms around his friend's shoulder casually, and said with a smile: "James, you think too much, this is not like you. Okay, I didn't feel comfortable for a long time when I first learned about the dirty business. I think what you need now is a good game of Quidditch. Come on, buddy."

"Wait!" The red-haired girl stopped them before James could react, "What's that dirty little game you're talking about? Is that guy going to hurt Severus?"

"Hey, Lily, you don't think Prince doesn't understand anything, do you? It's normal for Slytherin to fanatically worship the strong." Sirius shrugged. What he cared most about now was why James became In this way, before he and Remus asked several times, James just said it was okay.But looking at his current appearance, it is absolutely not like what he said, just because he felt guilty for causing Prince to almost die.

The two Gryffindors were riding broomsticks and gliding rapidly in the air, and they were about to hit the tower of Hogwarts Castle directly. The students who noticed this scene couldn't help but exclaimed.Unexpectedly, one of these two people rose vertically suddenly, and the other suddenly reversed and circled, and they both escaped the danger wonderfully.This flashy performance made the watching animals cheer loudly.

James, who received the attention and cheers, forgot his troubles for a while, and drove his broom to fly slowly along the corridors of the castle, greeting friends standing in the corridors from time to time.Prince Gryffindor seems to have regained his previous look.

"You can't perfuse me again, James," Sirius finally said when the two of them flew into the sky again, "What's the matter? Your behavior just now was not normal."

The smile on James' face faded, replaced by a sadness that didn't suit him: "Oh, Sirius, I don't know what's wrong with me...Maybe, damn it, maybe I've got the Imperius Curse or an enchantment Potions and the like..."

The expression on Mr. Porter's face at the moment was serious, and his brown eyes looked at his friend for help: "I probably, no, I'm sure, I like him, I like Severus."

"Merlin's broken broom! Are you serious, James? You really like that damned snot..." The eldest son of the Black family closed his mouth in surprise, he found his friend's hand holding the broom was trembling slightly .

"Sirius, stop calling him that, please..." James whispered.

"...James, it's true. Well, I won't call him that anymore, for your sake." Sirius sighed, "However, when did you start liking... ..."

"That time he was injured? No, maybe earlier...Damn it! If I had known, it wouldn't be like this!" James let go of the broom, letting the broom float in the air casually .

If I found out earlier, wouldn't I have been fighting against the enemy for a whole school year?Wouldn't it make the relationship between them so deadlocked?Is it possible... People in the Potter family will not give up what they love easily.But... If it was just the previous grievances, James was confident that he could finally get Severus' forgiveness, and he also believed that he would be able to get closer to Severus in the end.But!Now there was someone else standing beside Severus.

"Then, are you going to..." Sirius swallowed his last words, because his good friend was already riding a broom, rushing towards a black figure on the ground like a gust of wind.

The golden-red Gryffindor school robes looked even more dazzling in the orange-red light of the setting sun, and the black-haired Slytherin who had just come out of the library had obviously spotted James coming towards him, and sped up impatiently. out of pace.

The author has something to say: Today I have a wild Tom

V: Nima, I really want to lose Avada... No matter what, I think I will treat Sif badly.You are the scumbag, and your entire community is a scumbag!Obviously I just want to do this and that to Sif, and then that and that...

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Dirty, overgrown rubbish heaps lined the banks of the winding, fetid river.The solitary chimney in the distance stands high in the setting sun, adding a touch of eerie and ominous to this abandoned slum.

The young man in a black coat looked at his surroundings from time to time, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.The situation here is not even comparable to that of the orphanage in the suburbs before the war.Does Sev live here?The noble daughter of the Prince family actually let herself and her son fall into such a situation?After years of searching, it was only possible to be [-]% sure of Sev's whereabouts, but what he saw at this moment made Voldemort's heart sink more and more.

With the corners of Voldemort's mouth tensed, he stepped over the railing that separated the river from the cobblestone alley.The rows of brick houses across the alley lay lifeless on the ground in the setting sun.A few scattered households occasionally poked their heads out of the dilapidated windows to look out, but I am afraid that even they themselves do not know what else to look forward to.

Going deeper into the labyrinth of ruined brick houses, Voldemort found the street called Spider's End.It was obviously dinner time to go home, but there was no other movement in the whole alley except for one or two homeless men lying on the ground and grunting and looking at the people with malicious intentions.Until they came to the last house, a man's hoarse voice came out cursing.

The man with black hair and red eyes looked at the dilapidated house, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door.Perhaps seeing Sev right away, Voldemort's heart was beating wildly inside him. In 26 years, from the initial urgency, to gradually despair and even resentment, and then the hope that suddenly rekindled when I saw Edmond Prince.He can't wait.

"Hello. May I ask who are you looking for?" The young woman who came to open the door had pale and yellow skin, and her black eyes sunk deep into her high cheekbones.Apparently, she's been living in a very bad state for some time.But her facial features and hair color all showed that Xi Fu had a very close blood relationship with her.When Voldemort saw the drunk man in the room, he was 100% sure that the two people in front of him were Sev's parents.

"Who is this? Bastard! Irene, you hooked up with a wild man!" Tobias, who was so drunk, opened his bloodshot eyes and glanced at the handsome man at the door, and stumbled to the emaciated man. In front of the young woman, she raised her hand and slapped her hard.

"No! Tobias, no..." The woman sobbed in a low voice and begged for mercy, but the man roared unrelentingly.

Voldemort stood at the door watching this funny scene with a sneer, without saying a word.When he entered the door just now, he quickly caught a glimpse of a pile of broken wine bottle fragments in the corner of the room, and some old children's picture books scattered on the floor. Soaked in cheap alcohol.

"Damn it! You and

Like that monster son of yours, you ruined everything for me! "Tobia yelled desperately, as if this could change his current bad situation.

Hearing the word monster, the smile on Voldemort's face became colder.

"All petrified." Using the most simple and direct method, stopped the vulgar drunk from continuing to beat his wife.Then Voldemort saw the scarred woman with wide open black eyes very similar to Sev and screamed, "Oh, my God! You're a wizard! Get out of here! Get out of here! You're not welcome here!"

Cold air and magic pressure spread from Voldemort's body. The petrified Tobias distorted his face, as if he wanted to scream, but was imprisoned by magic, and deep fear surfaced in his heart.

Seeing Voldemort's cold gaze on Tobias, Irene quickly stepped forward to block her husband: "Who the hell are you? Don't hurt him!"

"Sev, where is it?" There was such a loud noise in the living room, but Sev didn't move at all, and Voldemort had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the woman Sev should call his mother hesitated for a while before saying, "...he should still be playing outside."

His pupils constricted for a moment, and Voldemort looked at the two people in front of him with an unfathomable expression, exuding a chill all over his body.In such a chaotic and dangerous place, a child--a child who was supposed to be no more than four years old--didn't come home at dinner time, and the parents didn't care! ?

Unbearable, Voldemort took out his wand and cast the incantation of insanity at the drunk man.

Can't believe what he saw!

The investment failure led to bankruptcy, but this man did not reflect on his mistakes at all, but pushed everything on his wife and children.After moving here for more than a year, besides drinking, he beat his wife and children all day long.Several times I found a job and lost it because of alcoholism.After seeing Sif's magic riot, this kind of abuse has reached a heinous level.Seeing that thin and small figure, every time he was beaten by this man, hugged himself helplessly and hid in the corner sobbing silently, Voldemort was like being nailed into his heart by a wooden stake.

Today, this man lost his temper at Sif just because he was reading a book in the living room, and kicked Sif, who was only three years old, out of the house.

His fingers unconsciously clenched his wand repeatedly, and he had to blurt out the Avada Killing Curse several times... But the memory of Sif's nostalgia for his mother finally made Voldemort, who was on the verge of losing control, restrain his impulse with difficulty.

Forget about the pair of people who are completely unworthy of being parents, and erase the traces of their own appearance. Voldemort rushed out of 19 Spider's End in a panic.

Seaver.

On an autumn night where the cold wind has begun to bite, the little Sif, who only wears a shabby maternity gown, still

I don't know where.

Voldemort unleashed all his magic power, searching for people with fluctuations in magic power.At last, in a clearing somewhere outside the slums, that familiar tinge of magic was found.

Rushing to the vicinity as quickly as possible, Voldemort unconsciously held his breath.At first he saw nothing, only a small open space surrounded by a few sycamore trees.The dust and fog over London completely blocked the moonlight. Although he could feel Sev's presence, he couldn't quickly find the thin figure.

Voldemort walked towards the direction of the magic wave, his footsteps were barely audible, as if worried about disturbing the child who had been treated too harshly.Under one of the big trees he finally saw his Sev.The thin and thin three-year-old child was wearing a worn and loose robe, his thin arms tightly wrapped around himself, and he squatted on the ground expressionlessly.His greasy black hair covered his thin face, only his big black sunken eyes were staring at the direction of home... Tears flowed in those black eyes, which were always firm and translucent Turning around, but never falling...

Seaver. Voldemort silently pronounced the child's name, but lost the courage to go forward.He knew that Sif's life before he met him would not be better than his, but...he really didn't expect that Sif, who had both parents, would have such a miserable childhood.Simply because of having the ability to be different...

Muggles who are cowardly, cowardly, and afraid of other people's abilities!For a moment, he really wanted to do what Gellert had planned to do before, destroying the entire Muggle world.No, he would even go further than Gellert!Not only can he control all kinds of difficult magic, he also has a certain Muggle military power.if he really...

Horror and gore, can't bring you everything you want.

Alikili's words made him gradually calm down.The consequences of war... bloody rule... these stupid Muggles have made him see clearly.He wants to use another way to get everything he wants and to protect the people he wants to protect.

Seaver.

Clenching his fists, Voldemort cautiously approached the child curled up and squatting quietly under the tree.

Sensing that someone was approaching, the child raised his head very quickly, his black eyes were full of gloom. Voldemort looked at him for a long time, trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.Controlling the pressure that was somewhat disturbed by complicated emotions, Voldemort squatted down, raised his hand and gently placed it on his Sif's back, stroking it with comfort.

Three-year-old Severus looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with some fear. At such a close distance, Voldemort could clearly see the crack on the thin, bloodless lips, oozing blood.The corner of the mouth is slightly swollen - it was hit by that bastard before.

Fingertips slid from the pale little face to the red and swollen

The corner of his mouth was caressed distressedly. Voldemort took out the potion, and carefully rubbed it on the wound under Severus' defensive and frightened eyes.The subsidence of the pain made the three-year-old child relax a little.

But just when Voldemort thought he accepted his approach and was ready to hug him, he met with resistance.The thin and small Severus used his best strength to push back this man who was unfamiliar to him.But squatting on the ground for a long time made Severus' legs and feet numb, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

Voldemort froze for a moment, and finally resolutely ignored his struggle and hugged Severus in his arms.

Don't be afraid, Sev.

Silently begging, Voldemort hugged that thin body tightly, feeling the long-lost familiar warmth in his arms.But he didn't dare say a single word to Severus.He feared the destruction had happened to him, but was still unknown to Sev.If, because of his actions, things changed... He couldn't accept this assumption at all!

It is said that the child's intuition is the most sensitive, probably because he didn't feel any malice, and was too eager for warmth. The little boy in his arms gradually relaxed, stopped trembling slightly, and even held his hand tightly. clothing. Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the boy's face a few times, wiping away the tears from his black eyes and the smudges on his little face.Then she stood up holding him and walked towards a restaurant in a nearby neighborhood.

Entering this small but warm restaurant, the little Sif in his arms swallowed involuntarily. Voldemort knew that Severus hadn't eaten since noon today.I called the waiter and ordered some soft and sweet food suitable for children. Voldemort still sat without saying a word, allowing little Sif to look at him carefully.

What would Sev be thinking now? Voldemort couldn't help but guess.Will he hate himself?It would be strange for anyone to appear suddenly without any reason and not talk to him, right?But...he really didn't know what to say, he was even worried that this contact would affect Sif's future...

If possible, he really wanted to go directly to Sif's side as Sif did back then.

This unforgettable dinner for little Sif was gradually passed in the silence of the two people, one big and one small.After carefully wiping little Sev's face clean with a napkin, Voldemort carried his boy again and walked up the cobblestone road leading to No. 19, Spider's End Lane.

In the future, be sure to find me, Sev, don't forget.

Outside the door of that dilapidated house, holding the three-year-old little Sif tightly in his arms, Voldemort prayed in his heart.It was not until I felt that thin and thin body began to struggle uncomfortably that I reluctantly let go.

Voldemort stared blankly in the shadows

Watching the little figure walk into the door timidly.And the look his boy gave him before closing the door made it hard for Voldemort to resist the urge to rush in and take Sev away immediately.

The uncontrollable future made this proud man feel deeply powerless.

There was no way his feet could leave the place.

The author has something to say: Happy birthday Sif~

How can I write such a dull side story on Sev's birthday? This is really a mystery<(=ㄒ﹏ㄒ=)>

Will I say that I had this plan a month ago?

Well, anyway, it was the first time Sev met Tom, and it was a memorable day.Hmm~ that's it.

If there are no special circumstances, there will be another update tonight, the content of the text.