Chapter 772 Sean: "I Am Willing-"

Voldemort wanted to eat Sean alive, but he knew in his heart that there was no way he could take advantage of him.

If you have murderous intentions because Sean is now an eight or nine-year-old child, you are asking for trouble.

However, what Voldemort may not have expected is that even in this illusory world, the immature child in front of him is far more ruthless than he imagined.

Sean's expression was innocent, and he even showed a shy smile: "Didn't you hear what I just asked you?"

Voldemort took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said reluctantly: "This doesn't mean anything to you. I...hum, I am like this because I am a remnant."

Sean shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He rummaged around the table under Voldemort's angry gaze and made himself some black tea.

"You really enjoy it... Do you want a drink?"

Voldemort's eyes were complicated. He wanted to kill him but didn't know what to do. Moreover, the other party's calm and calm attitude made him a little... envious.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Voldemort knew very well that only sufficient strength could create such confidence.

He was originally like this... and his current weak state was the most unacceptable to him.

When he thought that he was like this because of the boy opposite him, Voldemort began to feel angry again.

Xiao Xiao didn't know that Voldemort had filled up his mind with so many things at once. He was actually still trapped in the trial at the Soul Return Peak. It would be a big problem if he couldn't get out.

However, he has never been an impatient person. Under the current circumstances, it is the right way to meet Voldemort and get the specific information.

Although he comes from a wealthy family, Sean doesn't know much about making tea. After all, that's not what he wants to do.

After making two cups of black tea, Sean pushed a cup over and took a slow sip himself.

"Good tea, I really enjoy it, Tom -" Sean put down the cup and smiled, "This is all yours, don't worry about me poisoning it, right?"

Voldemort stared at him for a while, and actually picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Sean's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were keenly capturing all of Voldemort's expressions and movements.

Although he was not impatient, Sean would not act meaninglessly. Of course he wanted to see how the remnant soul of Voldemort came into contact with the entity.

After a while, Voldemort put down the tea cup, while Sean was surprised.

The outline of his body was obviously a little hazy, but looking at his movements, Voldemort could touch things just like a living person. He even blew twice - which meant that Voldemort had normal five senses.

Is it brought about by the power of the God of Death, or is it the specialness of this illusion?

Sean prefers the former.

He said cheerfully: "Wouldn't it be nice to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Voldemort became angry again. He didn't know why, but he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart when faced with Sean's provocation and teasing.

He said coldly: "Do you still want to drink tea here?"

Sean was noncommittal: "Are you in a hurry to get out? Well, you won't be able to escape from my grasp by then... Or do you have a Horcrux hidden somewhere?"

Voldemort was expressionless and just said coldly: "You don't want to go out? I have explored this world, and it is definitely not reality, but everything here is developing according to the track that this world should have - if you don't go out, Shen Luo It will happen sooner or later, how can a person like you not realize this?"

Sean was dissatisfied: "Why are you the one like me? It's really impolite to speak... However, I went around in circles to let you relax a little bit. Why are you going around in circles? You just don't want to tell me that you came in." The truth?"

"I said, I don't know. This ghost place is not reality at all. Hmm, I had suspected that this was some kind of fantasy world after death, but after seeing you appear, I completely gave up this guess."

Sean said cheerfully: "You know me quite well. Well, just pretend you don't know. Then you must understand the other question."

Sean moved his face closer: "Although you only have the power of death for a little time, you can at least feel it, right? Won't you tell me?"

Voldemort sneered: "Of course I have feelings, but, Wallop, so what if I tell you? Do you dare to believe what I say? You also have a desire for power, right? When the time comes, wait until you really have the opportunity to seize power. When you recall what I told you, do you dare to believe it?"

Sean nodded honestly: "I don't dare, but I'm not going to seize anyone's power."

Voldemort sneered disdainfully: "Wallup, although we are mortal enemies, I at least admire you a little. You are very honest about your inner desires, unlike Dumbledore who is hypocritical. Why are you like this now?" Already?"

Sean wondered: "I have absorbed fragments of your soul, but I don't understand you either? Can you please stop giving me this kind of drama about old enemies showing sympathy to each other to make up for it? I'm disgusted by this. Besides, Are you worthy?"

"you!"

Sean waved his hand casually: "You still don't understand, Tom - now, I am asking you, not discussing with you."

Voldemort's eyes became colder and colder: "Without my help, you can't leave here."

"Oh - it seems you really want to escape from this world?" Sean narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Voldemort paused, knowing that what he just said revealed his truest thoughts - this hateful boy...

But he could only try to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Wallop, we at least have a common goal now. If we continue to fight to the death after we go out, that is a matter between us. There is no need to consume each other here."

Sean raised his head thoughtfully: "Continue to fight to the death after you get out? You are such a person who is afraid of death. You also know that you are no match for me, but you are still willing to practice with me and escape from here... Do you have confidence? Can you run away?"

Voldemort's eyes widened, and he secretly hated himself - he couldn't say much in front of this kid, he was too sharp!

Sean continued: "You still have a Horcrux? No, no, no, if you had, you wouldn't be so eager to escape from here, and with your character, even if you are killed by me, you will not show weakness to me, only If you have a way out...it means you no longer have the Horcrux...then where does your confidence come from?"

"Let me think about it... you know that I have absorbed the fragments of your soul, and my research on the soul is also very in-depth. My spell can also block all escape methods... except for the authority of the God of Death."

Sean grinned at Voldemort: "Sure enough, I guessed it right. You still benefited from the power of Death. If you can return to the real world, you should have a lot of confidence in escaping from me."

Voldemort has completely stopped talking. He is very upset now - he should not cooperate with such a human spirit at all!

I have been trapped for too long and have completely lost my mind!

Sean said cheerfully: "Okay, Tom, you can tell me the benefits you got - well, coincidentally, I have been to the underworld once and know something about the God of Death, so if you don't give me a satisfactory If it’s the answer, I can identify it.”

Voldemort gritted his teeth: "Wallup, do you really want to kill everyone..."

"Pfft, Tom, you are much more naive than I thought..." Sean laughed, and then stood up, "You don't have much time, tell me all the benefits you got about the authority of Death, and I will take you Get out - you can bet that I won't find out whether the secret you gave me is true or false, or you can hide something."

Voldemort was so angry that his veins popped out: "Insatiable...are you not afraid that I will die with you?!"

Sean didn't care: "You gave me the answer when you asked this question. Okay, Tom, don't waste time, it's pointless."

Voldemort's face trembled violently, and then he stared at Sean: "I want you to give me a promise, otherwise I would rather be trapped here forever than tell you the secret of Death's authority."

Sean frowned: "You still want to bargain with me."

Voldemort laughed miserably: "Otherwise, everyone will die. Why should I tell you the secret?"

"It hurts others but doesn't benefit oneself. You don't have any love at all, you old bastard——" Sean sighed.

He stared at Voldemort with a stiff expression for a while, and finally nodded helplessly: "Okay, I will make you a promise."

Voldemort immediately said: "Make an unbreakable oath, you can't do anything to me before you take me out."

As he spoke, he added: "This is my bottom line. I also know that it is impossible for you to never hurt me. Wallop, my sincerity is as good as it gets!"

Sean pretended to think for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Yes, but the oath must also include the authenticity and validity of the secret you gave."

Voldemort said solemnly: "This is a secret that only those who have come into contact with the power of Death can know. You must not know - don't look at me, Grindelwald won't know either. He just wanted to save Dumbledore at that time. He didn't know it at all." I don’t understand what is hidden in the power of Death.”

Sean nodded and stretched out his hand: "Come on then."

"Where are the witnesses?" Voldemort said solemnly.

Sean looked around: "Anyway, as long as it is a magical creature, we can use the magic spell ourselves - the Inferi. Anyway, this is an illusion, and our oath will only last until we escape from the illusion."

"Can."

Voldemort nodded and agreed to Sean's proposal. Both of them were advanced wizards and could not tamper with the unbreakable oath.

A wet Inferi was summoned to the shore and staggered up to the two of them.

After giving the order to the Inferi, Voldemort took the lead in reaching out his hand and looking at Sean.

Sean smiled and grabbed it.

Voldemort's hands were cold and soft, like corpses, and incredibly light.

Sean spoke: "Tom Riddle, are you willing to truthfully tell Sean Wallop all the secrets you learned when you had the power of Death?"

A thin, dazzling tongue of fire spurted out, like a red and hot metal wire, wrapped around the two hands they held.

Voldemort stared at him: "I do."

The spell is taking effect——

Sean nodded politely: "It's your turn."

Voldemort thought about his words carefully and said, "Sean Wallup, are you willing to do your best to protect me safely from this illusion?"

Sean said readily: "I do."

The second tongue of fire spurted out and intertwined with the first, forming a thin, glowing red chain.

Voldemort actually added some words on the spur of the moment, and asked again: "Are you willing to give me five minutes to escape after escaping from this illusion?"

Sean shook his head: "I don't want to."

The two intertwined red chains trembled, and the spell was on the verge of failure.

Voldemort gritted his teeth: "This is just a simple thing!"

Sean said, "I won't let you get away, you know that, Tom."

Voldemort took a deep breath and tried to change his words: "After escaping from this illusion, are you willing to give me...half a minute...free time? The kind of freedom that does not restrict me with a curse."

Sean had a very embarrassed expression on his face. Amidst Voldemort's nervous anticipation, he finally nodded slowly.

"Okay, I do."

Their faces were flushed by the light of the third tongue of fire. The tongue of fire spurted out, intertwined with the previous two, and tightly wrapped around the two hands they held, like a rope, like a spitting fire. snake.

An unbreakable vow was made.

Voldemort was obviously relieved. He glanced at the Inferi and let him dive directly into the deepest part of the lake.

Sean waved his hand: "It's a huge challenge to say I do to your face. Okay, Tom, it's time to tell your secret."

Voldemort felt much more relaxed this time. He glanced at his hand: "I have mastered the power of Death for a while, and used that great power to fight some battles. I really don't know how I got here, but I became The current situation has something to do with the authority of the God of Death."

"After the authority entered my body, my body began to change. It was an indescribable feeling - but I could clearly know that I was transforming in the direction of God."

"During this process, and the moment I died, I realized one thing - the power of the God of Death has huge hidden dangers, and it naturally rejects me."

"Because the master of authority has not disappeared yet! The God of Death has not fallen yet!"

Sean looked at the serious-looking Voldemort and said solemnly: "This is impossible."

"This is a fact. The God of Death has definitely not fallen. He is sleeping in some way. If the power of the God of Death can be returned to his hands, he will directly revive!" Voldemort was not backlashed by the oath, which has proved that he told the truth. talk.

Sean thought for a long time and then looked up: "Then what benefits did you get?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment and said reluctantly: "I got a chance to enter the underworld, where I can repair my broken soul..." (End of Chapter)