Chapter 771 Hello, Uncle Riddle

Voldemort...the real Voldemort.

This discovery shocked Sean.

No one knows how many Horcruxes Voldemort made. After all, the development of the world has long been different from what Sean remembered. However, when Voldemort died, he had doubted that Voldemort might not be completely dead.

After that, Sean also took precautions and even went to many places to check, but found no trace of Voldemort.

Coupled with the growth of his own strength, he gradually stopped treating this noseless man as a serious problem.

Don't get me wrong, it still needs to be dealt with, but it's just not as high a priority as before.

Of course, Sean also thought that Voldemort might really be dead.

What no one expected was that they would meet Voldemort during the trial at the Soul Returning Peak.

Because of many contacts, Sean was certain that the foggy shadow not far away was definitely the remnant soul of Voldemort.

It was not created by the illusion of this world, but by the real remnant soul - Voldemort entered the Soul Returning Peak like himself, and was in such a weird state now?

No, that's not right... Sean was keenly aware that something was wrong.

The other person seems to be out of tune with the entire world, and has a feeling of being excluded - a feeling that Sean does not have, because he became Sean in this timeline and is currently only eight or nine years old.

"I really saw a ghost..." Sean did not show up, although he could already feel the other party's weakness.

He decided to observe the other person for a while longer.

But with this observation, Sean discovered a problem.

"Isn't he a remnant soul..."

Sean was surprised to find that the remnant Voldemort was in the same plug-in state as before, with no nose. Although he did not have pearly whites like the ghost, the whole person looked very unstable, and occasionally looked like an old-fashioned TV. Flash once.

However, Voldemort actually picked up something!

A part of the shore of the underground lake has been opened up, and there are even some daily necessities on it. Of course, there are more crucibles, pharmaceutical tables, bookshelves and other things.

Sean clearly saw that Voldemort, who was clearly in a remnant state, made himself a cup of tea after entering the facilities on the shore? !

The smell actually made Sean feel dumbfounded - he was very familiar with it. This was a precious black tea produced in London.

I saw Voldemort stretched out a finger, and the water in the kettle boiled instantly. Then he put in a tea bag and started his afternoon tea - he even used magic to stir the cup of black tea, which had a strange natural feeling. feel.

Of course, all of this can be done with magic. If Voldemort is a half-ghost, his magic is enough to do this, but - there is no point in making tea with a half-ghost, and there are no other guests to entertain here.

If Sean showed up, he also believed that Voldemort would not offer him a cup of tea.

When the tea was brewed, Voldemort's fingers stopped, and then he tapped the rim of the cup like a spoon.

This damn sense of ritual... Even Voldemort couldn't escape the British afternoon tea...

Then, under Sean's slightly anxious eyes, Voldemort actually raised the tea cup - he touched the ceramic cup, and then drank it!

"Can ghosts still drink tea?" Sean couldn't understand.

Voldemort looks like a ghost with a relatively normal skin color, but he seems to be able to touch all objects around him.

After taking two sips of black tea, Voldemort's ugly and terrifying face showed some signs of enjoyment. However, after he turned his gaze to the bookshelf and took out two books, his expression turned resentful again.

"Wait until I come back... Wallop..." Voldemort's resentful voice echoed in the cave, and anyone could hear the resentment and overwhelming anger in it.

"Good guy, do you miss me so much?" Sean touched his nose, and he was a little touched in his heart - you see, in this false illusion, there is someone who misses him so truly. It's so interesting.

However, what is certain is that Voldemort is too weak now.

Although Sean's Illusion Spell and Disappearance Spell are at the absolute master level, it can even be said that no one in this world can do it better than him.

However, this is also a magic spell after all, a traceable magic wave. Sean can hide it from most people, provided the distance is enough.

Judging from Voldemort's magical strength when he had a body, the other party should have noticed it when his body was so close to him.

However, Voldemort just drank his afternoon tea and then read books very diligently.

He was completely unaware of Sean's existence.

"It's a bit weak now..."

Sean tentatively moved towards Voldemort. When he was almost close, Voldemort suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Sean.

"Who is there!" Voldemort's voice suddenly became alert.

At the same time, the dark lake water began to fluctuate, as if the army of Inferi inside could not wait to show up to protect their master.

Sean no longer hid, but revealed his figure.

As soon as he appeared, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Child, this is not the place for you to come. You are so bold..."

Halfway through his words, Voldemort's chest began to rise and fall violently, and his eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size. There was a wonderfully funny feeling that complemented the socket's nostrils.

There is no way, even though he is in his childhood state, Sean has been handsome since he was a kid, so he is too easy to recognize.

"Sean...Wallup!" Voldemort stood up suddenly and knocked over the teacup.

The scalding tea spilled onto the ground, stirring up bursts of white mist, which quickly disappeared.

Voldemort was shocked and confused. Since he came to this strange world inexplicably, he had of course conducted a lot of exploration.

He even personally killed the Tom Riddle of this world.

He can't tolerate the existence of two people in the same world, and can't tolerate the other person living completely in this world - I am already a candle in the wind, but you live like a mouse in various places, afraid to go out and cause trouble?

They are all Voldemort, and no one knows himself better than him. Voldemort did not spend much time killing the Tom Riddle of this world and then receiving the other party's legacy.

He also learned that this world was completely dominated by Grindelwald, and the entire magical world was in the hands of the old immortal.

Although he does not understand the current situation, Voldemort has decided to lurk in this world.

After all, he was the one who had personal contact with the authority of the God of Death. Although the authority of the God of Death only lasted for a short time, he still got a lot of benefits in the end - even Voldemort suspected that he could come to this world and have the same authority as the God of Death. A certain relationship.

Voldemort once had a hot idea and wanted to seek revenge on Sean Wallop in this world. In his eyes, there was no existence more annoying than that boy. Everything was because of him, and he had fallen to this point. All because of him.

However, Voldemort still endured it.

He didn't know what was going on in this world, but he knew it must be dangerous - what he had to do was to recover his strength and then return to the real world, instead of causing trouble in this world.

As a result, Voldemort settled down, began to study the world, and began to digest the benefits he had gained from the power of death.

He often dreams, often dreaming that he has returned to the real world and killed Sean Wallop with his own hands - every time he sees the other person's desperate eyes in his dream, Voldemort will feel that when he wakes up, The body is extremely solid.

but now……

This kid who suddenly appeared is almost exactly the same as Sean Wallop, just scaled down!

What made him even more angry was the look in the other person's eyes, which contained playfulness and curiosity - am I just an interesting toy in the other person's eyes? !

And this look was not the first time he had seen it... The kid in front of him was definitely not the Sean Wallop of this world!

"It seems you recognize me?" Sean showed a warm smile, as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, "Tom, it's been a long time - by the way, won't you treat me to a cup of afternoon tea? ?”

Voldemort was so angry that he was shaking all over. He glanced at the overturned teacup on the ground, and the resentment in his tone almost overflowed: "Wallop - Wallop...it's actually you, it's actually you..."

Sean waved his hand impatiently, and then walked towards Voldemort without any precautions: "Okay, okay, it's me. I know you miss me very much, so there's no need to repeat it over and over again. Being so polite will make me embarrassed."

As long as he stretches out his fingers, he can release the death curse. Although he doesn't know how the other party came to this world, he can be sure that if he kills the other party, no matter which world it is, Sean Wallop will encounter real trouble. .

Seeing the other person approaching, seeing the other person sitting on his purple velvet armchair, watching the other person curiously looking at his tea bag... all of this made Voldemort furious.

However, he did not dare to take action...

Although it was impossible to admit it in his heart, the fact was that he did not dare to take action.

Although he split his soul many times, Voldemort did not completely lose his mind. Moreover, after the soul fragments were eliminated one by one, he could clearly feel that his brain was becoming clearer, and the heavy and full feeling in the past was The brain filled with irrational thoughts is becoming clear again.

Voldemort knew very well that the other party showed up precisely because he was currently lacking in strength - otherwise, how could this extremely insidious, shameless, and bastard boy Wallop show up so openly?

He will definitely attack him secretly!

But now...

Voldemort sadly discovered that he decided the moment the opponent appeared that he could not be his opponent.

The Illusion Body Curse... I didn't notice it until I was so close. The other party must also be aware of this.

Definitely not an opponent...

Voldemort felt that he had a big sigh of relief in his heart, and he wanted to vent it but couldn't find a place to vent it.

"What...are you going to do..." Voldemort asked in a cold voice.

Sean, who was sitting on the armchair, shook his dangling calves and showed an innocent smile: "Uncle Riddle, can you tell me why you are here? Besides, what are you doing here?"

Blow his head off and turn him into a headless Inferi... Voldemort's fingers would dig into his own flesh, and the rage in his heart could not be suppressed.

It's this look... this look that starts to look weird when it takes advantage...

The cute little boy's face, which was enough to make many young women scream, was so hateful in Voldemort's eyes.

However, I still dare not take action...

Sean smiled again: "Uncle Riddle, this is rude~"

Voldemort's face trembled twice, and he said bitterly: "How did you find this place?"

Sean blinked: "Of course it's a vague connection between us - Tsk, Tom, you don't know, I sometimes dream about you."

"Wallup—" Voldemort almost gritted his teeth, "I miss you too..."

These words were almost clenched between the teeth and spit out one by one.

Sean chuckled: "Don't think of me so much. Unfortunately, I don't have time to catch up with you anymore - can you answer the question I just asked?"

Perhaps because he knew that he was no match for Sean, or perhaps because he had other thoughts, Voldemort's twisted and angry face actually calmed down for a moment.

"Wallup... you can ask such a question, are you trapped here too?" Voldemort made a sneer.

Sean spread his hands in a funny way: "Tom, you are always like this, you always only use your pathetic brain to think about others——"

Voldemort was unexpectedly calm, but in the past, Sean would have been so angry that he would take action.

"It's impossible... you and Grindelwald are going to deal with Herbo, and I, haha ​​- I won't let you chase you to another world, right?"

Sean showed some reproach: "Why do you say that about yourself, Uncle Riddle."

Voldemort started to want to kill the kid in front of him again. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and continued: "I know this place and I know Haierbo. You can't control me now... and if I don't go out, I won't do anything to you. threaten."

Sean shrugged noncommittally and picked up a book on the table.

""River of the Underworld"... Tsk, it looks like it's at least a medieval book. The smell of black magic on the cover is even familiar... Where did you get these books? I'll look for them when I go back."

Voldemort said coldly: "Wallup, there is no need to tease me like this. Although there is irrevocable hatred between us, there is no point in fighting here."

"Infighting?" Sean looked at him in surprise, "I beat you unilaterally, does this count as internal fighting? Tom, you are so thick-skinned."

Voldemort's voice was filled with anger again: "You don't make any sense!"

"Yes -" Sean laughed out loud, "As long as I'm happy."

"you!"

Sean waved his hand: "Okay, you haven't answered my question just yet, Uncle Riddle."