[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - ~ An ordinary day of the Dark Lord

The author has something to say: bring you an original Dark Lord with a lot of inner drama.

The Dark Lord found himself waking up in an unfamiliar room.

He crossed out the option of Dumbledore in his head, the annoying old bee was dead, he had seen it with his own eyes.

Could it be Potter’s fault? After all, he was waiting for Potter’s surrender in his cabin in the Forbidden Forest.

As a very good and literate Demon King, of course he did not choose to sit still, but got up from the bed and looked at the room seriously.

The color system is very Slytherin, he judged, is it his own hand?

When he thought of being betrayed and couldn’t hold back his anger, he subconsciously touched his bald head, but was surprised to find that he actually had hair.

Perhaps this was a surprise given by his subordinates secretly after he learned that he was suffering from researching and producing medicines. His anger subsided a little, and he was even more surprised when he touched his face.

He has a nose!

I didn’t know how to cherish it when I had it before, and I didn’t realize it until I lost it – it’s better to have a nose.

This is another important political platform of the Dark Lord after “magic is power”.

The Dark Lord squinted his eyes in satisfaction, smiled “hehehe”, and then walked to the full-length mirror placed in the corner of the room, wanting to take a closer look at himself with his hair and nose again.

However, this look brought him back to the panic he had just woken up from.

The face in the mirror was all too familiar to him, but not so familiar—the face he had tried so hard to destroy.

As a model Dark Lord, he maintained his basic composure and re-evaluated the room’s furnishings.

He finds men’s and women’s clothes (Dark Lord frowns). Some sweet group photos (Dark Lord making a throwing emoji). A Hogwarts acceptance letter lay on the table with Alan Riddle (the Dark Lord almost collapsed in place).

Things are out of his control and he must get out of here as soon as possible.

The Dark Lord mused over the double carved wooden door.

The door-opening spell probably won’t work. If someone can make him appear in another place unconsciously, then that person must have unimaginably powerful mana.

He tried many ways to unlock the spell, but the door still didn’t open automatically.

There was only one possibility, then, for the Dark Lord to reach out desperately to grab the doorknob. The door required his sacrifice, so he had to touch it with his body.

Preparing for the possibility of losing a hand, he twisted and pushed forward.

The door opened. Nothing happened.

Because this is just an ordinary door.

You’d be naive if this approach would make me let down my guard. The Dark Lord thought to himself, gripping his wand and walking down the hallway.

“Tom!” a woman’s voice called. “Why are you getting up now?”

“Joke, I can wake up whenever I want.” The Dark Lord responded well to the determination of a Demon Lord who refused to obey.

The woman walked in a bit, and he could see the woman’s appearance clearly because of this, tall and thin, blond hair, green eyes… She was quite beautiful, and the Dark Lord commented critically in his heart.

“Are you all right?” The woman reached out her hand worriedly and tried to probe his forehead, but was flexibly avoided by the Demon King.

He was fully aware of the status quo – he was already in another body of himself.

And this other self, did not embark on the great road of conquering the magic world, but married and had children, and lived a happy life.

The Dark Lord suddenly wanted to cry for himself who had been drifting in the Algerian forest for more than ten years.

“It’s alright.” He replied succinctly, showing his kindest smile.

The woman gave him a coquettish slap (the Dark Lord was displeased by this), “I told you to stop learning about Muggle movies!”

He had no idea what the woman was saying, but he nodded obediently and followed her to the other room.

The other room was the dining room, and a little boy was already sitting in it. He turned around when he heard footsteps, so the Dark Lord received another wave of mental shock.

Why? Why? He cried blood in his heart, why are the genes of the Riddle family so strong?

The Dark Lord looked at the little face that was almost identical to old Tom Riddle and him, and his whole body almost froze.

“Today is the day when Allen starts school, and no one is allowed to be late.” The woman gave the order, and the little boy obediently continued to lower his head and eat his scrambled eggs.

The Dark Lord suppressed the almost blurted “joke, I’m going to be late”. Sometimes, as a demon king with rebellious bones, he also needs to be aware of current affairs.

He had no desire to eat, so he picked up the Daily Prophet on the table and began to read it.

Upon reading about Minister Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord suffered a third wave of psychic attacks.

He considers himself a very pioneering revolutionary (the Potter family: bah), but he did not expect the other self not only to marry a wife and have children without making progress, but also willingly become part of the bureaucracy.

The Dark Lord’s defenses were completely destroyed, and he was still in a trance when he shifted to King’s Cross.

The titular wife watched her son get on the train with tears in her eyes. The moment the boy disappeared, her face changed instantly: “Where is he?”

It turned out that she had already discovered that something was wrong with her, and the Dark Lord was still in a trance, and answered honestly: “I don’t know, I’ll be here as soon as I wake up.”

“What were you doing before you came?”

“Attack on Hogwarts.” He almost wondered if he had been administered Veritaserum!

“Why are you occupying a school?” Victoria couldn’t understand the other Tom’s thinking.

“Kill Harry Potter.”

Hearing this name, the woman immediately grabbed his arm, the red mist in his hand soaked into his body, and he was pulled back somewhere as if he had used a door key.

Forbidden forest.

He is back.

The Dark Lord took a deep breath and touched his bald head. He had wasted too much time and had to find a savior right away.

“Lord,” his faithful servant Severus Snape arrived, “I heard you were looking for me.”

He glanced at Snape and wanted to kill him directly, but… let’s take a look, maybe he can develop a hair growth potion, and it’s not too late to kill him.

“Haven’t found Potter yet?” he asked.

“Forgive your incompetence, not yet.” Snape cautiously, “What do you want to do with him?”

Of course it was killed. The Dark Lord thought so, and said so—

“I love Harry Potter.”

? ? ? Three question marks appeared near the Dark Lord’s bald head.

What did that woman do to him?

Snape made an inaudible expression: “Lord?”

The Dark Lord cleared his throat. “I love Harry Potter.”

Snape’s eyes had changed from fear to **** contempt.

I’m going to kill Harry Potter! ! ! He was almost furious.

And the Dark Lord, who was swept away by anger, once again said what he thought: “I really love Harry Potter!!!”