[HP] How to be successful

Chapter 32

Come on, he doesn't want to get drenched in this weather, it will freeze.

"Um……"

Voldemort hummed a low note from his nose, rather than responding, it was more like dissatisfaction with Signus' cry, but even if he was dissatisfied, Signus could only continue to bark, and now the Dark Lord's injury is unknown, but It looks serious, if it rains again...

"Teacher, can you hear me?"

"..."

This time, Voldemort didn't respond in the slightest. Signus had no choice but to grit his teeth, forcefully squeezed out the magic power of the emptiness, and cast a less-than-successful levitating spell on Voldemort, half-floating and half-holding. Finally, he successfully reached the haunted house.

There was nothing in the room that could be used as a bed, so Signus could only support Voldemort to sit on the ground against the wall, and then Signus called out in a low voice, "Excuse me, is there anyone?"

Responding to Signus was the whirring sound of the wind blowing against the hut. After listening for a while, Signus sat down at ease after confirming that no one responded. There are no tables and chairs, but it is very clean. The cleanliness is completely different from the appearance of the hut. If no one lives in the hut, it is impossible for the hut to be so clean. It is just that there is no response just now, probably because the owner of the hut happened to be away.

Suppressing the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, Signus put his gaze on Voldemort. The pain seemed to have not faded away. Cold sweat kept running down Voldemort's forehead. His originally pale face was faintly blue. ……blue? !Signus woke up suddenly, suppressed the feeling of repulsion in his heart, stretched out his hand to touch Voldemort's forehead, the sub-zero temperature passed over, almost frostbitten Signus, and the stiff touch under his palm made Signus There was an illusion that what he was touching was a piece of ice.

so cold!Signus withdrew his hand, and the biting chill still lingered in his palm, which made Signus uneasy, and his eyes swept over Voldemort with faint doubts: With the Dark Lord's superman physique, such low temperature should all right?Who is the Dark Lord? How could such a powerful person have trouble because of a small low temperature?Yes, nothing will happen!Won't……

Not a hairy ah!Signus covered his face, how scared he was of the Dark Lord, and even at this time he had to find such a stupid excuse to comfort himself, just because he didn't want to touch the Dark Lord, after all, according to the current situation, there is no Magic used a warming spell to warm the Dark Lord, and the only feasible way he could think of was the most primitive way.

Stretching out his hand and tentatively touching Voldemort's clenched hand, Signus immediately felt the tight repulsion in it, but fortunately, he didn't attack directly. Of course, he believed that the reason why he didn't give The reason for attacking someone who touches it unauthorizedly is because of lack of energy.

Slightly relieved, Signus approached the unconscious Voldemort, very slowly, knelt down beside Voldemort unwillingly, stretched out his hand, clenched his teeth, and stretched out his hand to hug Voldemort tightly, In an instant, the cold as if embracing an iceberg invaded all his senses. He didn't have the leisure time to think about what he was afraid of or what he didn't want to do. The only thing Signus could think of at this moment was two words: So cold!

It's really cold, Signus hugged Voldemort's hand reflexively harder, and in less than a minute, his cold teeth couldn't help chattering, and the part that was leaning against Voldemort was even worse. I don't feel anything, I'm numb from the cold.

Will it be all right?Signus's teeth collided with each other and made a clucking sound. He now doubts whether it was a mistake to snatch the Dark Lord from Dumbledore with all his magic power and escape. After all, he wanted the Dark Lord He would rather die in the hands of his greatest opponent, Dumbledore, than freeze to death with him in this uninhabited wilderness. Of course, he doesn't want to die like this, it's too cheap.

With difficulty, he raised his stiff hand to his neck, and gently touched the pendant around his neck. This was the only thing left on his body that could get out of this predicament. However, he didn't want it, even if it was only a very small amount. One possibility is that he can't let the Dark Lord know the secret room of Malfoy's house. Even though Uncle Abu gave him the door key so easily, even Lucius didn't know the secret room existed. Such a secret room, he Never let the Dark Lord know!

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Putting down the hand that was caressing the pendant, Signus felt that his temperature was very similar to that of the Dark Lord. He was so cold that his whole body was numb, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. Is this the so-called transmission of temperature?I really don't know who said that two cold people close together can always be warmer than one person. He only knows that the coldness of the Dark Lord alone can freeze the two of them. Things like heating... Signus shuddered: He better stop thinking about it, this kind of thinking will make him even colder!

The wind blows outside the hut, whistling, and the wooden planks of the hut are blown against each other, and there is a crackling sound, which is even more weird in the quiet hut.There is no window to see the outside, but Signus can imagine the darkness of the sky outside, almost all the temperature on his body has been lost, and it is still dropping, and the coldness in the air is also joining in the fun, constantly attacking him, making him He had the illusion that the ice would crack in the next moment.

No, if this continues, he will die!The Dark Lord can persist for so long and still breathe smoothly, but he can't, the magic power in his body has only recovered a little in such an environment, and he can't even last for a long time with fluorescent flashes, let alone warming spells or migration spells, damn it , think of a way, he never thought of dying for the Dark Lord.

The more anxious he was, the more blank his mind was. Coupled with the attack of low temperature, Signus couldn't even calm down. The wound on his waist no longer felt pain, and the cold had a paralyzing effect. It is the only place where Signus feels that he should be thankful.

His vision gradually began to blur. Signus shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness. Although he didn't know any medical knowledge, he still knew it. If he fell asleep under such circumstances, he probably wouldn't Want to wake up again, really powerless, after studying for so many years, I am still so incompetent in the end.

Signus wanted to pull his lips into a wry smile, but found that his entire face was stiff and he couldn't move. His eyes seemed to be getting darker, and he was so sleepy... At the last moment when Signus lost consciousness, a wave rose from his collarbone. This kind of warmth pulled Signus' last sane mind.It was just faint at first, but gradually began to burn, like a single spark can start a prairie fire, spreading from the collarbone to the whole body, making Signus feel as if his whole body was melted and warm.

It's so warm... Signus sighed comfortably, and gradually recovered his consciousness. He stretched out his still somewhat stiff hand to touch the hottest collarbone. This place, he remembered, Uncle Abu had seen that platinum warmer in this place. The red crown of thorns is said to be the symbol of the Malfoy family. Although he always thought that the symbol of the Malfoy family only needs to be the platinum-blond hair, he did not expect such a family emblem to exist.

Speaking of Uncle Abu, he should be worried, as well as Lucius. At this time, he has not gone back and started looking for himself. I don't know if he can find this place.There was little hope, after all, this place was too desolate, and now he only hoped that this warmth could last until his magic power recovered or the Dark Lord could escape from this state.

Of course, he prefers the former. If it is the latter, he will start to worry about his own safety. After all, with the personality of the Dark Lord, he will never let anyone who sees him in distress exist. He won't be killed, but the punishment will definitely not be less, he doesn't want to live a half-crippled life.

"Where is this place?"

The familiar voice sounded in the dark cabin, making Signus stiff all over. The Dark Lord woke up, and things were going in the direction he didn't want. He licked his dry lips, and Signus just wanted to speak, The words that sounded again in the darkness made Signus petrified, and he heard the tyrannical, cruel and cold-blooded Dark Lord ask in a tone as thick and alert as a wounded small animal.

"Who are you? I don't remember anyone in this orphanage daring to be my roommate!"

"Orphanage, Orphanage..." Signus could not respond at all other than repeating Voldemort's words dully.

"It turned out to be a fool." The sharp taunt came from the Dark Lord's mouth clearly, but Signus couldn't produce any anger. His cold language is more like a child's awkward malicious attack, it's not painful.

Signus blinked, unable to believe his ears, what's going on?Could it be... the Dark Lord was time-traveled? !Thinking of this situation, Signus was horrified. Maybe it was the warmth that drove out the cold and caused him to be in a