The house of Granger's family is naturally not as exquisite and gorgeous as the Dark King's manor. Although it is small, it is very warm under the care of this couple, not to mention that there is another special guest today.

Upholding the usual etiquette, Voldemort had a faint smile on his lips since he entered the table. Whether using a knife and fork or picking up a wine glass, his every move was impeccable.

Although the dining table was filled with some British home-cooked dishes, they were naturally not as good as those made by domestic elves, but the taste was actually pretty good. Voldemort only glanced at the woman opposite and turned to the girl who was burying his head on the left. He suddenly wanted to taste her skills.

Mrs. Granger liked the professor the more she looked at the professor. But after noticing that her little daughter who was already sucking oil on her mouth but was still very happy, she just smiled and shook her head, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said to the handsome man with some apology, "Let you laugh, Professor Winter."

Voldemort, who was already paying attention to the little girl diagonally opposite, subconsciously wanted to act coquettishly towards him when she saw her, but because of the couple, she had to stare at his pitiful look with displeasure, making him want to carry it into his arms to feed her for dinner, but he could only reply politely, "It's okay, Miss Granger is very cute."

Although this seemed just a very ordinary praise, Hetty seemed to be more than anything else. His eyes were full of tenderness and affection that she could understand. Before dinner, in her room, he said this sentence, but after that long kiss, he said it to her ear.

A hint of blush climbed up her face silently. The mark of his low and hoarse voice in his mind was still very clear, and the warmth was like an invisible hand, wrapping her whole heart. She really wanted to fall into his arms, even if it was just holding it, but it was not possible now.

But the atmosphere that seemed to be warming was completely interrupted by Mr. Granger at the forefront. "Professor Winter, we couple have always been very relieved to learn Hermione, but Hetty's, please give her more care."

But as he said that, Mr. Granger sighed again, "This child has been in a car accident. God blessed him not to take her away from us. But after going to the game with his classmates a few months ago, he was attacked. We are just ordinary people and don't know what dangers there are in the magic world. But as Hetty's father, I just hope that my daughter will be as far away as possible from danger."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became colder. Mrs. Granger gently touched her little daughter's head, although she was smiling but her eyes were filled with tears.

Although the Grangers and his wife were not Hetty's own parents, the familiar family care made her cry when she saw her nose sore.

But she still resisted a big smile and comforted her, "I'm fine, mom and dad, don't worry about me, you guys think I'm fine now, and the professor will protect me."

Although Voldemort, who was watching all this, had an undetectable erotic look in his eyes, and he took her words at the right time, "I can understand the feelings of both of you, but Miss Granger was right. It is the professor's responsibility to protect students. Please rest assured."

Perhaps it was indeed a bit out of place, but Mrs. Granger was the first to end the topic, "Of course, Professor Winter, we all trust you, and there is one more thing. It's getting late today. I wonder if you can stay here and take Hetty back to school tomorrow?"

Voldemort, who had been angry with his own little girl, nodded slightly and agreed directly, "That's a big disturbing thing. It just so happened that there seemed to be a few good movies in the Muggle world. There is no such thing in the magic world, and I rarely have time to come here, so I want to take advantage of this rare opportunity. I hope you two don't mind me borrowing Miss Granger. I believe she must be more familiar with this place than me."

Mrs. Grange agreed very readily about this request. Although her daughter finally came back, it was good to go out for more fun and relax. She couldn't always force her to study. Besides, there was a powerful wizard here, so she was very relieved.

So after dinner, after Mrs. Granger's instructions, Hetty put on her coat and followed Voldemort out.

Of course, after completely leaving the couple's sight, she immediately pressed her arms over and hugged him.

"Tom"

She called him softly, rubbed him again before complaining, "I was very happy to come back, but I couldn't stick to you at home. Mom thought I was still with Draco. Tom, will it be a bad idea to tell them now that it will disrupt your plan?"

What the villain around him seemed to be worried about was within his expectations. The smile on his lips became doting. He hugged her in his arms with his backhand before he said warmly, "Dear, I might have to tell you about this matter, but it's too early now. It seems that no parents would want to see their daughter being cheated by others at such a young age."

But she hummed twice after hearing this, then put it on and kissed him and said with a smile, "So Tom finally has a time to restrain himself, which is really rare, but if I told them today, I'm sure the police have arrived home now.

And my dad will definitely write a letter to the school, or um, the Ministry of Magic, for the physical and mental health of my underage child, the farther away from you, the better!"

This made him look straight and raised his eyebrows at her smiling innocently. He reached out and gently pinched her face. He then sighed as if he was glad, "It seems that my decision is correct, otherwise there might be some unnecessary trouble at that time.

Although I am looking forward to confronting Dumbledore again, it is not the best time yet, so I will feel sorry for my Qing for some time, be good, it won’t be too long.”

His calm tone made her feel a little depressed, but it was not for the so-called morning and evening, but for other things mentioned in his words.

There are not many pedestrians on both sides of the long road. The location of the residential area is partly due to this unfathomable night, even if it is more conspicuous under the street lights, she still hugged his waist without hesitation and wanted to ask everything in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak.

All her hesitation fell into his eyes. His little girl was too simple and naive. She didn't need to take the soul into her mind. Just by facing her, he could understand all her thoughts and thoughts at this moment.

"Don't be stupid, my dear."

He tried to soften his voice, and then reached out and gently stroked her long hair, and whispered in a low voice, "The great white wizard is the eternal enemy of the Dark King. Handshakes will only appear in the whimsical novels you have read. Reality is more cruel than you think, or"

He deliberately dragged his tone, and his fingertips fell along the contour of her face to his jaw. He lowered his head and printed a kiss on her lips, "Qing subconsciously wants to go to the justice side."

She wanted to explain, but his fingers pressed against his lips, "No need to refute, I know you enough, my dear, I understand everything you think, but it's okay, I allow you to have these little thoughts, and even one day you want to betray me."

He suddenly silenced, then ticked a meaningful smile on her forehead and kissed her, muttering as if he was talking to himself, "No, my Qing won't betray me, right?"

From what he said, her heart rose and fell with the ups and downs in the words, and that obvious suspicion made her heart sink immediately, but all the sourness was stopped at the last sentence.

As expected, she was still spoiled by him, so she forgot that the Dark King never believed in anyone. Before that, she thought about how to kill him every day without the devil's claws.

But before she could say something, he suddenly hugged her tightly, as if he was trying to embed her into his body, and his ears were once again wrapped in a warm breath, "I have received too much hatred, fear, awe, and begging, whether it is the Death Eater or other so-called Ministry of Magic, they are just characters that can be used for me.

Even if they betray, of course, even if they give them the courage, they dare not betray the Dark King, unless they want to live a life worse than death, even the life of the Avadasau is not enough."

It was probably an illusion. She seemed to hear a cold smile, but when she looked up, the gaze he cast was still very gentle and full of love. The next moment he reached out to hold her little face, and all the exhaled heat sprayed on her face.

He merged into the night's eyes and reflected her under the light. She seemed to be attracted, staring at her intently, as if she had not heard the hidden sinisterness in his words.

However, at the next moment, the curve of his lips suddenly expanded, and he said, "But my dear, I love you. This thing I thought was a burden in the past, made me very eager now, only your feelings for me, this special glory that belongs only to me."

At the beginning, all the answers she wanted were obtained. He made it clear that he would not easily turn the chapters between him and Dumbledore. She obviously didn't want any tragedy to happen again, but he corrupted her little by little with his strong love.

But in fact, if she had to choose to take sides, she would have betrayed the righteous side of this book.

But she seemed to remember something, and opened her lips and plucked up the courage to ask softly, "Tom, I can't go back since the moment I chose you. Even if Hermione or Harry know that I don't understand in the future, I promise that I will never regret it, but you promised that I will not go back like before. Will this go back on my word?"

For a brief silence, he pressed her little head into his arms as if he had compromised, and then responded quietly, "I have always remembered your promise. Don't worry, I will not lie to you. On the contrary, I hope to see his incredible but helpless expression more than Dumbledore's death."

The atmosphere seemed to be much more relaxed. She immediately snorted and then pushed him, "You! You are still thinking about these things, and whether you want to date me! Hurry up, don't you agree to go to the movies, how about our Muggle transportation?

Let my dear Dark King experience Muggle's way of traveling, and there will be even more earth-shaking changes in more than ten years."

Not only was he not annoyed by her little movements, he also grabbed her little hand and spread it out and kissed her, "Although these Muggle tools are not as good as staying in the arms of the Dark King and then using the Phantom Movement, but if this is Qing's idea, then I'm very willing to accompany my lovely lady."

Meeting his smiling eyes, she felt her heartbeat faster, and quickly urged her to cover up, "I'm still very familiar with this place, let's go, I'll take you there." As she said that, she came out of his arms, took his hand and walked forward.

He just answered the word "ok" lightly and immediately followed her.

But when he left the light and entered the darkness, he stared at the obsidian-like eyes that seemed to have red light passing by, fleeting in a flash.

Hetty hasn't taken the subway for a long time. In fact, this is a very convenient way to travel in the Muggle world. Although there is no traffic jam, it is not as fast and concise as Phantom Movement or Flyway Network. Of course, there is also the door key.

However, Hedy almost forgot about this Dark King, but I have seen her memory. I naturally knew how to take the subway and didn't need her to teach me at all. Even when I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly picked her up and quickly went down to catch a subway.

After being put down, Hetty remembered that there were still many people on the subway and had been watched by other passengers once. She gave up and hid in his arms, but instead stood in the corner with her face covering her face, but her other hand was tightly held by him.

In just a few seconds, she felt that there was an extra hand on her back, and then she couldn't help but lean into his arms. Then she heard his smiley voice, "Hold me, are we on a date, right?"

Hearding the keywords, Hedy silently took his hand down and simply hugged him. Although her face was a little hot, she tried not to pay attention to the others around her and whispered, "Hate! You don't even tell me! Even if you are on a date, I don't want to be stared at by so many people, okay?"

But Voldemort looked innocent and looked closer. "Dear, your man is always paid attention to others in the wizarding world. Think about our date in the morning. You have to be prepared for this when you are with me. But this time, I am wrong. In order to compensate me, I will sleep with you tonight. How about it?"

As soon as these words were said, her little face turned red. She buried it directly in his arms, then touched it with one hand and secretly pinched his waist, and said ashamed, "What the hell is this compensation! It's your own selfishness! You are not allowed to come to my room!"

He protected his little girl inside. Although it was filled with Muggles, which were called subway, it seemed to be pretty good to him, to some extent, at least she was willing to stay in his arms obediently.

But he couldn't. His little girl got angry again, so he had to hold back his laughter and coax him, "Be good, don't be angry, I'll listen to you. Today I'll separate from my Qing for a night. I'll wait until I'll go back to the mansion tomorrow and ask me to make further compensation for you?"

But Hedy didn't say anything. She really couldn't tell whether the so-called compensation in the Dark King's words were true or false, so she didn't dare to agree casually.
Chapter completed!