As soon as her eyes flashed, countless long-lasting pictures emerged one after another. She saw herself starting from elementary school and slowly going to junior high school, high school, classmates, friends, parents, and familiar faces all changing rapidly, and finally settled on the pair smiling kindly.

middle-aged couple.

She seemed to hear the long-lost Chinese language, coming from the couple who was waving to her, "Nanny, haven't you been talking about wanting to eat pork ribs? In order to make you feel at ease about the college entrance examination, your father has cooked the braised pork ribs himself. Come back for dinner soon."

"

She unconsciously reached out to grab the arm of the middle-aged woman who was speaking. At the same time, she opened her lips and wanted to call her out, but she couldn't make a sound.

The couple seemed to be retreating, getting farther and farther away from her, and gradually disappeared.

She was in a daze again. The hands holding her neck had loosened their grip, but she still had not recovered. She stared blankly at the darkness above as if she had lost consciousness, but instinctively breathed in the air.

Until she felt a pain in her chest, it was finally the turn of her fragile little breasts. She immediately twisted her body and struggled wildly, but this resulted in even more cruel treatment. She felt a sharp pain very clearly, and he was biting her at the last moment.

Soft location.

"Oh my! No! Get away! It hurts, please help me."

But as she cried harder, the attacker became harder and harder, rubbing her delicate skin hard. She shivered all over in pain, biting her lower lip and trying to bear it, but the next moment

She then felt something cold pressing against her lower abdomen.

Before she could figure out what it was, an extremely sharp pain suddenly came from the palm of her tied right hand. She immediately screamed, and tears instantly filled her eyes. Her right hand was nailed to the bed by something.

At the same time, it hurt so much that she almost collapsed even if she didn't move.

At this time, the perpetrator suddenly released the restraining spell, and the thick rope binding her hands disappeared. But now she did not dare to move, and a steady stream of unbearable pain was transmitted from the palms of her hands to her

Every fiber of her being was tortured to the point of going crazy.

In the darkness, the tormentor who was holding her down seemed to have finally had enough of the upper part of her body. The wand slowly slid down her lower abdomen, but apart from the pain all over her body, this almost non-feeling action was directly felt by her.

Ignored.

But the assailant seemed dissatisfied with her inattentiveness and viciously spread her legs apart. Now she was frightened and begging with tears, "I beg you, please let me go, whatever you want."

But before she could finish speaking, she felt a lightness on her body, followed closely by a muffled sound and the loud sound of breaking in the door.

Although she couldn't get up, she turned her head with difficulty and could still see the light outside the door and the slender man standing in the doorway with backlight.

"Tom." She had cried until her voice became hoarse. Her vision was so blurry that she could not clearly see the man's face, but she still endured the pain and called the name of the person she missed so much. Her intuition told her that it was him.

Sure enough, before she could finish her words, the man had already arrived in front of her. At the same time, he took off his coat and put it on her body, saying the words she had always fantasized about, "Qing, I'm sorry, I'm late. Bear with me."

Take you away."

The familiar breath that hit her face made her cry even harder. He carefully removed the dagger that pierced her palm. Although the pain made her tremble and she even couldn't help but scream, but when he held her,

After entering his arms, her abused heart was also wrapped up.

His coat was very large for her, but the moment she stepped out of the dark room, a soft blanket followed and covered her.

Brooke, who had followed along, looked at the miserable state of the girl curled up in Voldemort's arms, frowned and said with concern and solemnity, "Oh! Damn it! What on earth happened?

But Voldemort did not answer this question. He had a very bad expression on his face. He glanced coldly at the only woman in the corridor and her powerful father before replying indifferently, "Brooke, the people inside will be left to you first, settle down."

OK her, I will come."

"Don't worry, if you dare to bully Miss Winter, I won't let this bastard go!" Brooke was obviously angry. He patted the other party's shoulder and pulled out his wand, looking eager to try.

Voldemort just thanked him quietly and left quickly in full view of everyone.

Brooke still had his usual imprudent look. He did not go in immediately but went to Fudge first to explain, "Minister, you have also seen that the girl is Winter's fiancée. According to Article 234 of the Basic Laws of British Wizards,

This person should serve at least thirty years in Azkaban!"

But what this resulted in was Fudge's unclear words, "Brooke, this incident should be solved by the execution investigation team. Do your job well."

"Minister, I think this is a serious case involving relatives of people within the Ministry of Magic. It can be solved immediately instead of delaying it." Brooke pointed out the other party's intention mercilessly, and after speaking, he entered the scene of the incident without caring about anything else.

A few seconds passed before the lights inside came on, and Brooke was able to see everything clearly. On the messy bed, there was a bright red stain of blood, many pieces of rags, and a high-heeled shoe on the ground.

The culprit was lying motionless in the inner corner. It was only when Brooke walked in that he saw the man's face clearly. It was actually someone he knew, and he was also the minister's nephew, Rufus Fudge from the Office for the Abuse of Magic.

But Brooke soon realized that something was wrong. There was a dagger stuck straight into Rufus's right atrium, but he himself was very awake with his eyes open.

Brooke kicked her, but Rufus remained motionless and didn't speak. It wasn't until his sharp eyes spotted the rotting flesh on his exposed wrist that he finally realized what happened in the few seconds after Voldemort came in.

.

Hetty was lying on the bed in the dormitory. The wounds on her body had been treated with potions. Her right hand was wrapped in a bandage. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed, which made the haze in Voldemort's eyes even worse.

He watched her sleeping soundly but still leaning towards him uneasily, so he held her uninjured left hand, leaned over and gently touched her face, and finally placed a light kiss on her forehead.

After staying quietly for a moment, he released his hand and tucked her in the quilt before finishing, but then, he suddenly took out a small folded piece of parchment from his trousers pocket.

Even though she was asleep, he unfolded it all, and all the secrets about his Horcrux written on it disappeared in the next second in the dancing flames of his fingertips.

Under the firelight, the dark and unclear emotions in his eyes were also stained with a faint orange color, and soon they were all submerged in his eyes that were colder than the cold wind on this November night.

He didn't look at her again, leaving only a small night light before getting up and going straight out, but he tried to be as gentle as possible when closing the door.

Peter Pettigrew on the first floor was already waiting. The first time he saw Voldemort coming down the stairs, he knelt down in his direction with great respect, and then said flatteringly, "Master, what are your orders?"

Voldemort did not stop in front of Peter. He rubbed the ordinary-looking gray-black ring on his fingertips. It was not until he was almost entering the hall that he gave an order, "Kill Rufus Fudge the night after tomorrow. No need to use a rope."

Life curse."

Peter tremblingly lowered his head, not daring to delay anything, and immediately replied, "Yes, Master."

The next second, Voldemort disappeared into the mansion, and Peter dared to breathe a sigh of relief and stand up. Although he didn't understand what happened, this was the first time he felt the oppression of death since his master was resurrected.

Although Peter didn't know what his master was thinking, as a Death Eater, all he could do was obey. But even he had more or less noticed a change during this time, but now, it seemed that all that

It's an illusion, his master has never changed.

Hetty woke up naturally after a long sleep, and the injured area no longer hurt. However, although she was back in her room again, he was not around her.

But then she thought about it being Monday, so she swallowed her disappointment, turned over and got out of bed to wash up.

The potion was very effective. All the large and small scars on the chest and back disappeared overnight, and the right hand wrapped in a bandage no longer hurt at all. Even holding a toothbrush, towel and other objects was no big deal.

It was nearly 10 o'clock when Hetty appeared in the restaurant on the first floor. She originally planned to wait for two hours for him to come back and have lunch together, but Jean kept urging her to finish the meal late, saying that it was Voldemort's.

Order.

That was an order, and she understood that talking to the elf about these things would only make things worse, so she just obeyed and that was it.

So Hetty obediently finished the already very late breakfast.

Voldemort did not leave any study tasks yesterday, but Hetty was afraid that he would make a surprise inspection or something, so she chose to practice the transformation spells and counter-spells she had learned a few days ago after breakfast.

Soon it was 12 o'clock, and it was time for him to come back. Sure enough, before long, there was a lot of movement in the foyer. She happily ran over to greet him, but stopped abruptly when she found someone coming.

Turn around and leave without saying anything.

But at the same time, his gentle and pleasant voice came immediately, "Qing, it's time for lunch, where are you going?"

She paused and hesitated for a few seconds before choosing to turn around, but when she looked back she was hugged by him. But at this moment, she began to shed tears without saying a word in aggrievedness.

"Good boy, don't cry. Tell me what's wrong?" Voldemort gently wiped away her tears, then lowered his head and kissed her face, and then coaxed warmly, "Brooke and Miss Fudge came to see you. It was my fault last night.

, I didn’t think highly of you, I should always pay attention to your movements or take you with me, I’m sorry, Qing.”

But she couldn't listen at all. Now she just wanted to know why this woman could come here and he was willing to agree to it. Besides, didn't what happened yesterday happen at Miss Fudge's house? Could it be that in his eyes, her

Are all feelings so unimportant?

Hetty sniffed, swatted his hand away, wiped her tears, and quickly escaped from his arms before speaking, "Good afternoon, Mr. Brooke, Miss Fudge, I'm sorry to excuse you."

After saying that, she walked all the way back to the bedroom on the second floor. She immediately locked the door and cast an anti-lock spell. She sat back on the bed and looked at the decorations he had bought for her piled up in the room.

Or something new and fun, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Even though she still wanted to cry, she quickly shook her head and took the book to divert her attention, but she couldn't read a word at all.

The boy with pale golden hair still stood in an irreplaceable position in her heart, and the thoughts she had locked away for several days poured out. She really missed him, but another kind of sadness that was difficult to express was even stronger.

But just when she was distressed, the door that was still intact suddenly broke into several pieces, and the person she was resentful and angry about at the moment also came in.

"Qing"

She heard his voice calling her, but she still pretended not to hear anything and stubbornly turned away her face. The hands on her legs quickly grasped the hem of her skirt. She pursed her lips tightly. The overwhelming discomfort in her heart had already overwhelmed her whole body.

Completely submerged.

She choked in a low voice, and her shoulders shook slightly. From the corner of her eye, she saw him coming over a few steps, reaching out to hug her, but she didn't want to, so she simply got up and ran away, but he was quickly caught by his quick eyes and hands.

He locked her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. There was no trace of impatience or boredom, he just comforted her in a low voice, "I understand you don't want to see Miss Fudge, but don't worry, no one who hurts you can escape."

, of course, it’s very simple to use the Death Curse, but I don’t want to let these damn people go so easily, so my dear, I have to ask you to wait patiently, okay.”

She remained silent and just accepted his gentle comfort. After a long time, she reached out and hugged his waist. She cried and complained, "Do you know what Miss Fudge said to me at the dinner last night?"

She thought you were just a talented person with no background. She said you had helped her with some things and were very gentle, and threatened me to leave you. I heard that she meant to make your future in the Ministry of Magic smooth, and she

She is beautiful and has a good family background, but she has fallen in love with you. Aren't you very happy to meet such a person who thinks about everything for you?"

But this made him sigh, and then tightened his hold on her waist, "I'm sorry, I ignored you yesterday. Miss Fudge is indeed good, but the last thing she should do is attack you. If Qing doesn't

If you are satisfied, then let's hold an engagement ceremony and announce it to the public. Now that I have you, I will no longer be involved with any woman. I only love you."

He gently wiped the tears on her face with a silk handkerchief, and the distressed look in his eyes fell directly on her heart. She calmed down her surging emotions, lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before she became very serious.

Looking at him, "Tom, are you serious?"

He raised his lips and smiled, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her lips. She was the only one reflected in those beautiful eyes. He stared at her and said word by word, "Qing, I understand everything in the past.

You can't believe me, but it doesn't matter. I'm willing to use the time in the future to make you feel at ease. Even if it costs more, if it's you, everything will be worth it. Next month's Christmas, let's officially get engaged.

"

Her heart seemed to be a little different again. The bursts of sadness all calmed down, but slowly became excited in another way. Her heart was conveying one thing to her brain little by little. He was not lying.

she.

She opened her lips slightly, and he seemed to have magic power, making it difficult for her to resist his sincere and gentle promises. She didn't know when a blush appeared on her face. The unbearable joy was heart-pounding.

Feel.
Chapter completed!