Although this is not the first time that Hetty has had a cross-border interaction with the Dark King, the feeling of such a close distance and seeing with his own eyes is ultimately incomparable. The point is that she really accidentally touched it.

Only Meilin knew how much she wanted to find a crack to get into the bathroom, especially when the other party stared at her, and when the hand she hugged her waist was still retracted, she had to press against him, and then she was forced to feel something against her lower abdomen.

At this moment, her cheeks were so red that she didn't dare to look directly at him, so she had to turn her face over, and the mirror opposite just reflected both of them in, so she could see his beautiful side face and her shy look.

But this time, what Hedy thought of was that if she had a mobile phone, she would definitely take a picture. With the appearance of the Dark King, she would definitely envy her friends and classmates to death, and beat those handsome internet celebrities!

But the next word he whispered immediately pulled back her wandering thoughts, and it made her panic so that her face suddenly changed. She wanted to push him away without any disguise.

"Dear, we are the closest now. I don't mind and I'm willing to help you with bathing and washing. What do you think?" Voldemort's hand covering her waist used some strength to lock her in his arms, and at the same time he grabbed her and pushed her wrist, with smiles on his eyebrows and eyes.

Herty was like a performance of Sichuan opera, and she saw her face turn pale, and she couldn't leave his arms at all. She couldn't even take a step back a little, so she had to smile ugly, "How can you bother you if you don't do this?"

But she suddenly stopped, and as she looked around, she returned to her serious appearance, staring at him seriously and began to educate, "Tom, you are the Dark Lord! No one dares to mention your name mysterious person! How can you do such a small thing? This does not match your temperament at all! Do you know if you have the Dark Lord's airs?"

He raised his eyebrows and watched her change speed quietly. He felt funny. Sure enough, she was a little cute like this, especially because she was obviously too nervous. The smile on his lips became even more intense. After waiting for a few seconds, he asked, "So what do Qing think I should be?"

Hetty was almost patting his shoulder to show that he could be a good devil king. However, he felt relieved when he seemed to have changed the subject by himself. Then he lowered his eyes and thought about it carefully before answering, "Of course he is very aloof. He never smiles and cherishes words like gold. He can kill people with his eyes. Those who follow me will prosper and rebelle against me will perish."

Voldemort stared at her with his eyes down, and the original tenderness in his eyes instantly dissipated. Then he reached out and gently pinched her chin and raised it, and the voice became more than one degree colder, "Is that right, like this?"

As he finished speaking, she looked at him. After touching the cold and slight cold light in the other person's eyes, her expression froze and stared at him with a gloomy face without blinking.

The fear and chill from the bottom of her heart instantly invaded all her sensory nerves, and at the same time, a voice kept reminding her to remind her that the cold person in front of her was the true appearance of the Dark King.

But somehow, her eyes suddenly blurred and her tears fell quickly, which surprised her. Why did she cry?

It was also this moment that his eyes immediately softened and returned to his previous gentleness. He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, pressed her back into his arms, hugging her very tightly, "Sorry, I scared you."

She buried her in his arms without saying a word, just shed tears quietly. She obviously didn't want to cry, but she couldn't stop it like a water tap that was turned on, and even cried even harder after hearing his comfort.

After a moment, his nice voice came from the top of his head again, "Since you don't want to, then wash up, I'll go next door and don't cry, I can't bear to leave you, this is the last time, I love you, Qing, can I spoil you more?"

She then raised her eyes to look at him, but again collided with his eyes, which was completely contrary to the strange and terrifying eyes just now. It was the warmth and tenderness that had always been like water, which made her pout and said, "Woo Tom looked so terrible just now. I blame you! Lose money!"

Although she was still choking, her tears finally couldn't fall off. Then he raised his hand and pinched her nose. His extremely doting eyes fell on her face, "All my property is yours, my dear will tell me what else I want."

She snorted softly, shook her head dissatisfiedly, and then symbolically whined to bite his hand, but in fact she just didn't let him pinch her again, and then asked, "Does Tom have something like a vault?"

But her little movements would only make him feel more cute, and then he stroked her face, carefully swept the corners of her red eyes, and replied in a warm voice, "Of course, Qing wants to go and see?"

Her eyes lit up in an instant and nodded immediately, "Of course! Didn't Tom say that yours is mine? As someone who suddenly has a house and a deposit, can't I go and see how much money I have?"

"Since Qing asks that, then go and see how much assets your man has."

He just smiled gently for her look of expectation, and then continued, "Start wash up, and then set off for Diagon Alley after breakfast."

After she agreed well, he left the bathroom with only her.

She looked in the direction of the door for a long time before turning back to stare at herself in the mirror, and slowly stroked the position of her heart with one hand. It was jumping so fast that he said he couldn't bear it.

After Herty came out, she didn't see Voldemort. He seemed to have really gone to the next door. She came to the closet and picked out a long camel coat. The small piece of parchment was still inside. She stared at the important message on her head and recalled everything that happened in the bathroom. She just hesitated for a moment and put it back in her pocket.

He is still the Dark Lord after all

Hety saw Voldemort in the living room on the first floor. He was sitting lazily on the sofa and reading the newspaper. He was not wearing a wizard robe, but wearing a dark casual suit. His pale and thin face and black jade-like hair were just a little taken care of, so he looked so beautiful that it was so hard to take his eyes off.

She stared at him steadily, and the light-blonde haired boy in her memory often did this when he was waiting for her in the lounge. He would smile at her, talk to her, and hug her gently.

After a trance, she seemed to have really seen it. She walked over and sat down beside him, then took the initiative to go into his arms, leaning all her weight on him like a boneless person.

He put the Prophet Daily aside before he hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her on her lips, and then asked in a warm voice, "Do you miss me?"

She buried her chest and rubbed her, her warm embrace gradually becoming a familiar atmosphere, just like that day, she hesitated for a moment before answering softly, "Well, I miss you Tom."

But when she couldn't see it, even though the smile on her lips was pleasant, his eyes suddenly became cold and there was no warmth. "I think I'm holding me like now, my dear, my Hetty."

He spoke very slowly, but when he heard the name that had not been mentioned for a long time again, she couldn't help but think of the boy who was hiding in her memory that made her miss her, so she almost blurted out the name that she had thought about more than many times.

What greeted her was a sudden kiss, and the figure that appeared in her mind gradually shattered and turned into the person who hugged her and kissed her.

She responded hard, and the sad and affectionate intercourse temporarily called her disappointed and uncomfortable heart back, and this was just to remind her. She had only one person in her heart.

It was not until she was kissed that she was weak all over, and she called his name in a confused manner, and murmured again that he seemed satisfied. He stopped all this and picked her up and went to the restaurant.

She sat on his lap, the tempting aroma of the meal in front of her had already come back to her senses, and her stomach also conveyed dissatisfaction to her. She was about to get a knife and fork, but his gentle voice came from her ears at the right time, "Be good, drink some water first."

He had handed over the cup of hot water, and she took several sips to drink. Since she had seen her memory, she ordered her to drink a cup of hot water before breakfast every morning, and tried to match meals according to her taste. It can be said that she took care of her in every aspect of eating.

He seemed to like feeding her very much. He would be happier when he heard her say it was delicious, but this made her still feel uncomfortable. It would be fine if she was usually taken care of, but she couldn't even relax after eating, but she dared not be dissatisfied.

After he used up, he finally could go to Diagon Alley. It was a phantom movement that he used after leaving the manor. After all, the entire manor was cast against the curse and it was not connected to the Feilu. The reason was of course to prevent her from leaving.

After a not-so-good feeling, Hedy looked at the familiar street scenery in front of her and suddenly felt excited and wanted to go around. If she hadn't been held hands, she would have crawled into the crowd.

Voldemort followed her excited expression, curled his lips and smiled, "Be good and follow me. There are many people in Diagon Alley on the weekend, so I don't want Qing to get lost."

"How could I get lost when I am so old?" Heti retorted as soon as he heard this, but after he realized what he meant, he immediately looked back, but the other party still had a gentle look, as if she had thought it was wrong.

"Qing is right, my worries seem to be redundant." He just gently pinched her palm, and then led her to the small path made of pebbles, "Let's go, let's see your savings first."

Hetty immediately followed. Although she had been here many times, this time she felt like she had a long-lost feeling. It was really good to see the sky outside and other lively people.

So she deliberately pretended to be timid and asked more, "No, I haven't been to Diagon Alley for a long time. Will Tom accompany me to visit each house today?"

However, his answer was beyond her opinion, "Qing doesn't need to ask, isn't it necessary to go shopping with my future wife?"

Although this is simply the standard answer, if she has always been inseparable, how can she find an opportunity to spread the news? It is rare to be able to come out once, and you must not miss this valuable opportunity like this.

She smiled sweetly and leaned over, holding his arm with her other hand, looking at him with expectant look, "So Tom wants to buy it for me?"

He looked back and smiled warmly, "Qing can buy anything. I think my property has been enough for you to spend hundreds of years."

"Is that right? But, dear Mr. Riddle, I won't believe it if I don't see it with my own eyes~" She blinked playfully, and then she pulled him forward.

He looked at her thin figure, but his eyes stayed in her coat for a while, and then said helplessly, "Be careful, slow down."
Chapter completed!