[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Tom stepped straight into the green flames, and Severus jerked his head back from the fireplace.A moment later, Tom emerged from the fireplace in Severus' office.

"What's going on?" Tom's tone was cold, suppressing his anger.

"Someone took Anita away." Severus showed Tom Anita's wand with a gloomy face, "The fireplace in my office has been used, and only this wand and a letter to your letter."

"Do you know who did it?" Tom asked, reaching out to take Anita's wand, but Severus didn't let go. Opened the wand.

"I suspect it's Potter," Severus said. "I asked Potter to wait for me in the office, but he's gone."

"Potter," said Tom bitterly, "I should have killed him long ago."

Tom stared at Anita's wand, and gently stroked the hand holding the wand, "Anita can't drop her wand."

"No, she won't," Severus said.

"Where's the letter you speak of? Where is it?" asked Tom.

"It's on my desk." Severus pointed at the letter. "I haven't touched it."

Tom walked to the table in twos and threes, "Voldemort." Seeing the handwriting on the letter, Tom frowned in disgust. What's worse, their handwriting was very similar.

Tom opened the envelope, and a feather fluttered down. Tom didn't take his eyes off the letter paper, but picked up the feather with his left hand precisely.I saw the letter read:

"Dear Tom,

Your daughter is in my hands.

The previous bouts were fun, but I don't want to play anymore.

So, if you still want to see your daughter, kill Dumbledore and bring his wand to me.

Enclosed is a door key.

Looking forward to meeting you,

Voldemort"

Tom put down the letter and squinted at the quill in his hand.

Severus glanced at the letter, and asked warily, "You don't really want to do what Voldemort said in the letter, do you?"

Tom was noncommittal, still looking at the quill intently, and analyzed, "Portkey, single-person, one-time, scheduled to activate at...tonight at 11 o'clock...Do you know what this means?"

"That means Voldemort generously gave you..." Severus glanced at the clock on the wall. "Five hours to kill Dumbledore? He's confident in you—that is, in himself." .”

"Five hours is really generous when it comes to surprise," Tom said.

"But I know, so you can't be a surprise," Severus said.

"It depends," Tom paused, staring at Severus, and said meaningfully, "whether you care more about Anita, or Dumbledore."

Severus stared at Tom coldly for a few seconds, then turned his head abruptly, but Tom still caught the struggle and confusion in his eyes.

Normally, Tom wouldn't mind mocking Severus, but today he wasn't in the mood, so he let Severus go, stroking Anita's wand and lost in thought.

"The whole school has been searched, and the Forbidden Forest has also been searched, but there is no trace of Anita and Harry." Dumbledore said solemnly as he pushed the door open.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus!)"

Dumbledore's wand fell out of his hand and fell into Tom's hand.

"Tom?" Dumbledore rarely had a surprised expression on his face.

At the same time, on the other side, the cold floor made Anita slowly regain consciousness. There were many voices in her ear, and Anita could vaguely distinguish "Hogwarts...from the secret passage... Attack... Harry Potter... Dumbledore... Werewolves... Dementors... Giants" and other words.Anita closed her eyes and pretended to be in a coma. Her right hand moved slightly, but she didn't touch her wand.Anita's heart sank, and she groped her chest as stealthily as possible. Sure enough, her necklace, including the portkey on the necklace, were gone. In fact, her captors were very cautious. Anita Except for a thin inner garment, there is not even a robe left on his body.

"Our guest is awake." A cold, high-pitched voice sounded, exuding a pleasant atmosphere.

Anita opened her eyes, slowly propped up her body, and stood up.She found herself in a dimly lit hall. The hall was very luxuriously furnished, or was once very luxuriously furnished, but it didn't look well maintained and looked a little old, not even the exquisite crystal chandelier on the top. The original glossy.But the people in the living room were obviously quite used to the dim light, and maybe the darkness made them feel more at ease.Anita saw a long and well-decorated table in the center of the hall, and there were more than a dozen people sitting around the table, most of them were staring at her with interest, and some had a murderous look in their eyes, the bald head sitting at the top The man with the noseless face and snake-like face was looking at Anita with a grin.

Anita took a timid step back, but bumped into someone.

"Sorry." Anita said subconsciously.She looked back, and it was Harry, but at this moment, Harry had no expression on his face, his eyes were blank, and he looked like a puppet doll.

Anita took a step back cautiously. Harry's current appearance was obviously abnormal. Although she didn't know what happened to Harry, it must have been Harry who attacked her in Severus' office before, so Anita He was also wary of Harry.

"That's it," said Voldemort. "According to the plan. You all stand back, and I want to talk to my little guests."

"Yes, master." The people sitting at the table bowed their heads in promise. They stepped forward and kissed Voldemort's robe corners before bowing their waists and exiting the hall respectfully.Excitement was written on the faces of the Death Eaters, and eagerness was shining in their eyes. Anita had a bad feeling about the few words she heard when she just woke up.

When the Death Eaters passed by Anita, Anita felt a malicious gaze—although the Death Eaters looked at Anita not very friendly, but this gaze was extraordinarily ferocious, as if poisoned, hatred It's almost overflowing.Anita looked over her shoulder, and Bellatrix bared her teeth viciously.

Soon it was just Anita, Harry, and Voldemort left in the living room.Anita's heart was beating fast in her chest, and she felt very insecure without her wand - although Anita was no match for Voldemort even with a wand.Anita forced herself to calm down and analyze the current situation.Her only advantage was that Voldemort didn't know she could do magic without a wand.But she was facing Voldemort now, and she was still in Voldemort's stronghold full of Death Eaters. Even if she was surprised, she had no chance of winning.She only has one chance to use wandless magic, and she must seize the best time.

Voldemort sat leisurely on the seat, the firelight from the fireplace reflected on his face, making his pale and distorted face look even more terrifying.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said slowly, his voice was almost a whisper, and if you ignored the hoarse snake-like voice, it sounded a little gentle, "Come to me, my boy."

There was a struggling expression on Harry's face. For a moment, Anita almost thought that Harry was about to regain consciousness, but in the next moment, Harry's green eyes were stained with blood, and he approached Voldemort step by step. Voldemort knelt at his feet.

"Good boy." Voldemort stroked Harry's hair. "My boy, my Horcrux."

Harry rested his head on Voldemort's lap meekly, his face still expressionless and his eyes glazed over.

The savior and Voldemort, deadly enemies who are destined to live only one, are in love with each other over there. This scene looks so weird that it makes Anita shudder.

Anita swallowed nervously, "What did you do to Harry?"

"Nothing." Voldemort explained in a good mood. "Harry belongs to me, doesn't he? He has a part of my soul in him, and we have the most intimate connection." Voldemort was slender and pale Gently stroking the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his fingers, like an artist stroking his most beloved work, "Dumbledore, that cunning old lion, almost made me think that Harry was my worst enemy, but I was wrong, so wrong, Harry and I are in a symbiotic relationship, killing him is not good for me at all. Fortunately, I found out in time, although Harry is not strictly a Horcrux, but this is really A nice surprise, isn't it?"