When the first ray of sunlight in the morning spilled into the room through the gaps in the dark-textured curtains, the girl who was sleeping soundly on the couch slowly opened her eyes. She seemed not to have woken up yet, so she turned over and closed them again.

Eyes closed.

But just a few seconds later, the girl suddenly sat up without warning. The first thing she did was to lower her head and check her clothes. Fortunately, it was still the sexy little nightgown she had put on last night, and it was still very neat.

Next, she looked at her side. No one was there. She was the only one left in the huge room. Suddenly, countless memories emerged in her mind. She was no longer sleepy and opened the door.

The quilt got off the bed.

She spotted a set of folded clothes lying next to her at a glance. She walked over, picked them up and shook them out. It turned out to be a simple beige dress and a long coat with a certain thickness to keep warm.

It looks good, but in fact she really wants to complain, since the clothes are ready, can't you help her prepare underwear and so on?

But then she thought about the gloomy face of the Dark Lord, and she still shrank after swallowing her saliva.

Forget it, some of them look good, just be content.

So, after Hetty finished washing and dressing up in the bathroom, it was already nearly twenty minutes later, and there happened to be a knock on the door of the room.

Hetty walked over and opened the door and saw an unhappy Peter. Before she could speak, the other party impatiently urged her, "Hurry down and have breakfast, Miss Granger, this is the master."

Order." After saying that, he turned around and left without giving her a chance to answer.

When Hetty heard that it was the Dark Lord's order, of course she didn't dare to hesitate. As soon as Peter left, she closed the door and followed him. The little dwarf walked very fast, and she had to trot to keep from falling.

When they arrived at yesterday's dining place downstairs, Hetty did not find Voldemort. There was only a meal placed next to the main table. After looking around for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Hey, where is Voldemort? He?"

Where did you go?"

"It's not your place to ask about the master's whereabouts. It's your duty to obey his orders." Peter stood aside with an expression of undisguised disgust, as if any more words would lower his status.

Hetty glanced at his stinky face and secretly said "cut" without asking any more questions. She walked directly to the seat and sat down to start eating.

Compared with the breakfast at Hogwarts, it was certainly not that sumptuous, but for Hetty, who was unable to save herself, all she had to do was give her something to eat. Compared with her own life, there was nothing to fault.

But why is it served with hot milk? She hates drinking milk.

Hetty picked up the cup of steaming white liquid and sniffed it. A strong milky aroma hit her face. She immediately took it farther away, then frowned and looked at Zhong who didn't know what he was doing.

Tails said, "Uh, what about Peter Pettigrew? Hey, can you replace the milk with hot chocolate?"

Originally assigned to take care of and monitor this Muggle, Peter was already very unhappy. However, when he asked for so many demands for a meal, he immediately took out his wand, gave a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Glen."

Miss Jie should be able to understand English. This is the master's order, and there will be consequences for disobeying it."

Upon hearing this, Hetty immediately changed her mind, "Don't bother, I suddenly thought milk was pretty good." She held her breath and took a big sip. When the unpleasant taste bloomed on her taste buds, she had to continue with a grimace.

meal.

After she finished eating, Peter cast a cleaning spell on her, and then said expressionlessly, "Before the master comes back, your scope of activities is limited to this house. The magic has been set up here. Don't try to escape."

Go, although I can’t kill you, the master didn’t say anything else.”

Hetty glanced at the wand in the other person's hand. Although she was angry, she didn't dare to show it. She could only silently curse, "nmd, is it great to have a wand?", then nodded to indicate that she understood, and got up and walked upstairs.

Go, since she can't go out, then she can stay somewhere else!

Now she gets angry whenever she sees this dead rat with sinister features. The third grader almost got herself involved in trying to catch him, but finally escaped, and now he is assigned to spy on her, which makes her mad to death.

Hetty walked around upstairs before discovering a study room. Only two walls had bookshelves, and the rest were hung with decorative oil paintings or tapestries. The overall layout and furnishings had a strong retro feel.

But think about it, this is the mansion of the Dark Lord's father who has been rich for generations. It is the most luxurious house in Little Hangleton, so of course it must be quite old.

As expected, the pages of many books inside were slightly yellowed, and they had not been opened for an unknown period of time. Hetty was like a Muggle without a wand, and she couldn't escape even with magic. Since she could only stay here, then...

I have to find something to occupy my time.

Picking up what seemed to be a novel at random, Hetty lay half-lying on the sofa and read a little bit, but within a few pages she began to fall into a daze.

She was curious, what on earth did Voldemort do? Could it be that he went to meet other Death Eaters who had not been caught in Azkaban? Or that he went to win over the giant werewolf? Or that he went to steal the Elder Wand?

Anyway, no matter what it is, it's definitely not good.

She didn't believe that the Dark Lord would change his mind. There was a saying that it was hard to change one's nature. In the original book, he almost ruled the British wizarding world, not to mention that now that he had acquired a plot bug, it became easier. If it were her,

She won't give up either.

Moreover, the fact of being resurrected in advance is enough to explain everything. This Dark Lord wants to cause trouble.

The more Hetty thought about it, the more she felt that the future was dark, and she became more anxious. She didn't know what was going on with Hermione, Potter, and the others at school, and whether the impostor had successfully infiltrated inside. If they could find out,

It's fine if it's fake.

But no matter how much she worries, it will be useless. She can only be trapped in this cage, waiting for her fate to come.

It was already night when I saw Voldemort again. Hetty had already finished bathing and lay down for a while and was about to fall asleep. She felt like someone was holding her in his arms.

She rubbed against the man uneasily, and then took the initiative to lean towards the source of warmth. Her little hands instinctively grabbed a corner of his clothes, and then weakly and subconsciously whispered, "Draco, I'm sleepy."

But in the next second, her sleepiness disappeared, and her chin was pinched so hard that it hurt. Only when she saw the gloomy look on the other person's face clearly did she finally become scared.

"Qing, I seem to be a little too good to you. You are still thinking of others in front of me. It seems that you don't take what I say to heart." Voldemort curled his lips with a cold-blooded smile, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

, the strength in the hands is also increasing.

"It hurts." She frowned and grabbed his face and wrist, trying to make him lighter, but it was of no use, especially after hearing what the other person said, she couldn't care about anything else and barely shook her head, "I didn't forget, I remember

It’s very clear Tom, my whole being is yours, no matter what you do to me, no matter what you do, I will always love you.”

Her tears were already rolling. She was really afraid that the other party would directly hit her with the Cruciatus Curse. That feeling was more painful than death, and she never wanted to try it again.

Voldemort stared at her in silence for a long time before letting go, but his eyes were still filled with bone-chilling coldness, "Really? I'll give you a chance, a chance to prove yourself. You should know how to do it."

"Yes, I know." Tears fell, but she immediately raised her hand to wipe them away and smiled sweetly, then she leaned on him and slowly touched his chest with a pair of small hands.

He still had a frosty look on his face, but she didn't mind. She raised her hand to lift a few strands of hair from her temples, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She stepped back a little and spoke in a soft, coquettish tone.

He said, "Tom, are you so uncooperative with girls? Do you know that this would be boring?"

Then she deliberately turned to his ear and lowered her voice and continued, "I wonder if you have seen anything else in my memory. Well, don't you want to try the ones I have seen? It's very exciting, dear~

"

I don't know if she saw it wrong, but there was a strange color in his deep eyes. She suppressed the sadness and reluctance in her heart. There was a special feeling in her abdomen just now, but she still took the initiative.

Give him a kiss and hug him.

She deliberately rubbed him with a soft little thing, separated by a thin layer of clothes. She could feel the other person's temperature until a hand was placed on her lower back. With a flip, the two of them exchanged positions.

"Well, didn't you say you want me to prove it? Tom is so impatient." She blinked and raised her hand to climb up his arm, then slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one, looking at the faintly defined abdomen.

Muscle, she couldn't help but blush.

His eyes darkened, he lowered his head and got closer to her before replying, "You are more charming like this than at other times." At the same time, he spread her legs forcefully and continued the kiss, which became more and more passionate.

She couldn't escape or do nothing, so she had to accept it as much as possible. She felt as if she was also touched by his warmth, and his breath enveloped her whole body.

Almost every part of it was lingered on, especially the softest and softest part, around the white neck and collarbone. Whether it was deliberate or deep love, some obvious marks were left, and the intermittent and subtle touches on her lips

A low moan falling in his ears is the perfect love potion.

Her mind began to blur, but the discomfort in her lower abdomen reminded her all the time. Her lips were slightly open, her face was an intoxicating blush, and her chest was rising and falling obviously. Just when he was about to take the next step.

At this time, she frowned, bit her lower lip and whispered, "Tom, I don't feel well."

She covered her lower abdomen, feeling a strange and uncontrollable feeling, and then wanted to close her legs.

When he looked over, he noticed the dazzling bright red color, and immediately understood what she meant by discomfort. Most of the desire in his eyes immediately disappeared. He stood up without saying a word, picked up the girl and carried her straight into the bathroom.

Hetty really didn't expect that the Dark Lord would actually prepare that kind of thing for her. Compared to the other person's calmness and calmness, she started to feel uncomfortable.

After changing into another nightgown and fixing everything, Hetty quietly walked out of the bathroom. Unexpectedly, there was an extra cup of hot water on the table, and his voice rang out at the right time, "Drink it, and it will feel better."

She didn't dare to say anything else, so she very obediently walked over and drank a cup of hot water before putting down the empty cup. The other person spoke again, "Qing, come here."

She responded and walked over a few steps before being hugged by him. He gently stroked her long curly hair, and then said, "I hope it won't be such a coincidence next time. I'm not as patient as you think."

"I know, Tom, I love you." She kept smiling and kissed his face before continuing, "Where did Tom go today? He has been away all day. I miss you too."

"I just went to get some things that belong to me. Qing, come with me back to the mansion tomorrow. They are also yours." Voldemort sat beside the bed, his expression changed to a gentle one, and even his eyes had a faint look.

Pamper.

"It turns out that Tom really has his own manor or something? I thought he didn't. At that time, I was thinking that he is the Dark Lord, how could he not even have his own house? It's so unranking! Okay, that's mine.

My friend will be very happy." Hetty was really surprised. After all, it was not mentioned in the original book, and in the end, she still occupied Malfoy Manor, which was very shabby.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and looked at her rapidly changing expression. He couldn't help being speechless at what she said. He gently pinched her cheek before explaining, "Don't be framed by that book. Everything now is no longer "Ha".

"Lippert"."

Hetty nodded repeatedly, then buried herself in his arms and said coquettishly, "I'm sleepy, Tom, would you like to rest?"

"Okay." He responded and carried her to bed. He also lay beside her, still holding her in his arms.
Chapter completed!