Voldemort: I'm the Child's Father!

Room of Requirement, as Ryan finished speaking, the phrase "Any request will be granted" was spoken.

A golden clock materialized on Ryan's chest, flew towards the television, and disappeared into it.

After the rustling sound subsided, a small island, barely visible in the storm, gradually emerged.

The camera zooms in to Death Eaters praying before their meal in Azkaban prison.

The area in front of the campfire was filled with rats, bats, and Horklump sticks.

They sizzled in the firelight.

"The great and holy Lord of Dark Magic will take 37 weeks to restore his heartbeat, 100 days to regain his consciousness, 10 days to restore his power, and finally one day to reclaim the world!"

Kate raised her eyebrows in annoyance at the fervent, nauseating voices. "Where's Voldemort?"

"Look at the black smoke on the campfire." With Ryan's prompting, she realized that the black smoke was not metabolic waste from the grilling process.

It resembled dark clouds gradually gathering and taking shape above the campfire.

Finally, a blurry figure appeared.

"Really!" Kate patted Ryan's thigh.

The figure's outline was blurry, as if viewed through a foggy glass window.

But the blood-red eyes and the absence of a nose, which only has two slits, provide no clue as to the person's identity.

As this phantom descended beside the campfire...

Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, carefully moved a few steps away from her.

Judging from her natural and spontaneous gesture of moving closer,

This further confirms that the phantom is Voldemort.

"Master, you have finally appeared! Bella has been longing for your resurrection!" Bella's voice was trembling with excitement, her black face flushed red, and her swollen eyes filled with tears of joy.

"Bella." Voldemort's hand touched her head, and Bella lowered her head, pressing it against his thigh.

It rubbed against me like a big black cat.

Like the other Death Eaters, Rodolphus Lestrange kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, as if he saw and heard nothing.

"Love is just an illusion," Voldemort said, narrowing his blood-red eyes. "White wizards like Dumbledore always talk about love as if it were something they hold in the palm of their hands."

My eyes can see through everything.

I am the greatest wizard in human history, the most accomplished Legilimency in the world!

"Seeing is believing"—that's the way we should fight.

I've torn my chest apart, and seen countless hearts that claim to be loving.

I smashed skulls and rummaged through countless dull brains.

I've come to a conclusion!

Only fear is real.

Love is a disease, something that should be discarded.

It makes people vulnerable!

Even

"If Dumbledore hadn't had it, I probably wouldn't have even made it to adulthood!" Voldemort paused, forcing a smile. "But it's not entirely a bad thing."

Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger against Bella's face. "Because of her, I have a daughter."

This is a remarkable achievement; she has great potential.

It might even serve as a continuation of my life.

Although I don't need it.

Bella gave a sickly smile.

However, at this moment, Rodolphus, who was standing to the side, could no longer sit still.

For the first time, he mustered up the courage to confront the serious question of the child's lineage.

With his neck stiffened, he said in a muffled voice, "That child has the Lestrange family chin. Master, I've confirmed it."

Snort!

Voldemort snorted coldly.

An invisible hand pinned Rodolphus to the ground.

Bella continued rubbing against Voldemort's thigh, oblivious to her surroundings.

Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus's brother, lowered his head even further.

"You're just one of the members who provided the basic materials, like Little Crouch. and Rabastan (Voldemort didn't know that Harry had also joined in the dream and was the one in charge)!"

It was my power that brought it into being!

I am the child's father!

"You should feel honored that your lowly bloodline can be part of my Dark Daughter!" Voldemort sneered.

Bella, who was standing to the side, suddenly seemed to remember something and immediately knelt down on the ground, "Master!"

Your lowly servant Bella once contemplated killing her.

So as not to delay your grand plan!

I didn't know she was your daughter!

Rodolphus was speechless: My daughter is allowed to be killed?

Voldemort merely sneered, "You think you can hurt her, my daughter?"

If you actually succeed, the result will be that you are rebounded by her power and lose your life.

You're lucky, Bella.

"There's one more thing!" Bella, still prostrate on the ground. "She's at Hogwarts now!"

She went to Hogwarts when I dared to offend her!

Could it be, I mean...

Then, Bella tentatively uttered the term, "Our daughter."

Seeing that Voldemort didn't react, he excitedly continued, "She's at Hogwarts. Could it be..."

Voldemort waved his hand. "I just told you what kind of person Dumbledore is."

He believed in love to the point of folly!

Naively believing that everything can be resolved by love.

So, Bella. He'll treat my daughter well, maybe even better than he did Harry Potter!

After all, he could sense my daughter's powerful magical potential!

He wants to use love to influence others and prevent them from ending up like me.

Voldemort let out a piercing laugh.

The Mulciber and Son and Travers, who were uninvolved, chuckled together.

Is she really alright?

I heard that traitor Snape is also at Hogwarts —as Potions Class professor!

We all know what a treacherous and vicious person he is.

To ensure the victory of the Order of the Phoenix, they sacrificed even their beloved woman, Lily Evans (that's what Rodolphus believed).

And he is a highly skilled Potions Master.

They can kill people silently with Potions.

Your Dark Daughter is great indeed.

But he's still a child.

"Could Snape have secretly poisoned the child to eliminate a threat?" Rodolphus worried.

Although his master denied his right to be a father.

But the master's words clearly mentioned that the child did indeed have Lestrange family blood.

So, in his view, wasn't that child still his daughter?

At most, he just had three more fathers.

Rabastan is his brother, and also a member of the Lestrange family.

Crouch family is also one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and they are related to each other.

And the master is a descendant of the great Slytherin.

Right now, his daughter is even more important to him.

So much so that he dared to contradict his master's conclusions.

"How dare you!" Bella stood up angrily—at her husband's transgression.

But Voldemort wasn't angry. He patted Bella on the shoulder. "Bella. He's just worried about our child."

Upon hearing "we," Bella collapsed onto Voldemort as if her bones had been removed.

I've forgotten everything.

Voldemort continued with a laugh, "And Snape couldn't do that."

There—at Hogwarts —besides the threat I've sensed these past few days, there's another me.