Chapter 1324 ? Mr. Tom, a Fake JJ Lover

Young Voldemort's black jade-like hair shook a few times and then fell a little lower. He sat quietly beside Allen, as if nothing had happened just now, but the turmoil in his heart was completely opposite to the calmness on the outside—close up In contact, the gap between myself in my twenties and the younger Alan Harris is bigger than I thought.

Under the cover of the magic robe, Voldemort squeezed his slender fingers tightly, showing his veins out of unwillingness and humiliation. The humiliation at the moment made his eyes burn, and his heart was still on fire. Finally, he calmed down, just like when Dumbledore rejected his application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship: "Principal Harris, call me Voldemort... let Let's get straight to the point, which country do you want to liven up? Germany, the United States, or Bulgaria? My men and I will no longer be silent, ready to strike."

"Tom, you are indeed smarter at this age than you will be in the future, but a little too smart." Allen raised his legs indifferently, and his voice was indifferent, "But have you ever considered that after I resurrected you, you What I want to do actually has nothing to do with me, but now that you say it like this...haven't I become the mastermind and villain behind the scenes? Isn't it me who killed the people you killed?"

Now that he knew why his young master was resurrected, the guard Stan didn't dare to speak at all. The red eyes of the young Dark Lord reminded him of the older Dark Lord. This kind of embarrassment probably won't please him, and what made him even more frightened, Alan Harris told him in front of his face... The double pressure from the Dark Lord and the master of the floating city made the poor guard start to tremble .

Voldemort pinched his palm tightly with his slender index finger. The other party's way of speaking and refusal made him want to hit Avada on Alan's annoying face, but his reason also made him think secretly, since Alan If he hasn't done anything yet, there must be something for him to do.

Young Tom, who already knew from the video that the other party has a way to deal with the death curse, his black eyes turned back to a sense of calm, and he said calmly: "Principal Harris... I have a question, how did you find out exactly where I am?"

This is indeed where the guard Stan is puzzled. He is fully aware of how powerful the defensive magic on the top layer is. Those anti-prophecy, divination, and all the meticulous defensive measures here tell him that they have not been detected by magic. That Pansy... Parkinson hadn't been able to go up this floor either.

A shadow flickered across Voldemort's face, and he didn't miss a single expression on Alan's face. Although he still couldn't figure out what the other party wanted, he wanted to resolve his doubts before the showdown—those The defensive magic arranged by himself alerted Allen when he teleported over. Although they failed to complete their original defensive tasks and allowed themselves to be caught by the opponent, it also showed that even Allen couldn't escape without him knowing. His existence was detected by magic under the condition of emotion, but how Alan was able to accurately locate his location and send it over is the biggest knot that makes Voldemort's new students confused and unwilling.

"The magic of your anti-snooping divination and prediction was not triggered because I didn't use magic at all..." Allen said as he directed the kitchen in Voldemort's room, and brought three glass cups, poured them into them and took them out of his pocket. The Coke was distributed to Voldemort and Ah's guards.

The guard Stan took it flatteringly, but he, who had never drank a Muggle drink before, was choked by the anger in it, and Voldemort held Alan's cup between his fingers. Seeing the guard's embarrassing expression, let him He didn't even intend to drink it.

"Sorry, forgot to remind you that there's a bit of gas in it... that's what this drink is about... Also, Tom, I have to say that you're a smart person at your age, but you're a Slytherin, and I'm a Slytherin." Winclaw." Allen picked up a cup by himself, took a sip and said comfortably, "Your magical talent is indeed amazing, and you invented a lot of magic at a young age.

Although I personally developed the flying spell with reference to the dementor, it was indeed because of the inspiration you gave me that I found the right direction so quickly... And you know, because of your soul fragment, Harry Because you are quite talented in black magic and combat magic..." Allen raised his glass to Voldemort again and took a sip without waiting for him to respond, then he shook his head, "But unfortunately, you were put in the Muggle world since you were a child You grew up in an orphanage, and failed to get a good magical education from an early age... This inevitably made you waste your talents... You lack knowledge of Horcruxes, house elves and other common sense in the magical world, and you feel inferior because of low self-esteem The big character keeps you from seeing things that are actually very beneficial...makes some of your choices look ridiculous and stupid to me and Albus..."

Hearing Alan's sarcasm, the young Voldemort himself had already known what another person had done through investigations. He had seen Alan Harris take a prize when he drove Dumbledore out of school on TV. It is undoubtedly a humiliation to say these things in front of my own face.

Seeing that Voldemort did not respond, Allen did not break the silence, but looked at the other party with a happy expression.

"Fate has always been unfair. If I were from a family like yours, the two of us could switch positions!" Voldemort's voice was higher and colder than before, and his heart was gnawed by jealousy: Ai Len Harris was born in a pure-blood family, his parents and elder brothers were all elites, and he also traveled to ancient times to strengthen the founder of Hogwarts. The things left by the other party allowed him to come into contact with ordinary pure-blood families since he was a child The magic that children can't touch, get the most elite education - and his own companions are those stupid, ignorant and cowardly Muggles in the orphanage, and the toys are also those broken stones, dolls...

"In my case, even if I live in a Muggle orphanage, I still have ways to use more things that are beneficial to me... It's just that your blindness and paranoid personality prevent you from seeing these... Snakes have poor eyesight, lions And the badger is far inferior to the eagle... You see, I am a pure blood, but I can use things that are not magic..." Alan pointed his slender finger in the direction of the window, his tone was a little mocking, "I'm looking for The Muggle Prime Minister borrowed some gadgets used by Muggle agents... I asked Pansy to use the toys played by Muggle children to use the camera used by the agents to see you clearly from outside your window..."

Young Voldemort twitched in exasperation, forcing his dark eyes to fill with bloodshot eyes and redden even more - he had taken time since his resurrection to accept that he would now be used by Alan Harris The fact that magic defeated, but the other party actually used such a Muggle dirty thing...

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The guard Stan was also a little annoyed and even complained. He had reminded his master of Pansy's problem earlier, but both he and his master trusted magic too blindly.

"Don't you and Nagini usually communicate?" Allen said with a smirk like the one Harry saw on Decora's face in the first grade, "Queenie Goose, whom she knew when she was young." Destern once wanted to break the lock on the door of the Magic Council room. The door was cast with many defensive spells. Queenie tried many lock-picking spells but couldn't open the door at all...but her Muggle lover... Oh, these Yankees are called No-Majs... Anyway, the fat man kicked the door open with one easy kick... Tom, you should..."

"My name is Voldemort! I don't care about these filthy things!" Voldemort's anger could not be suppressed, his face was full of anger, and he looked more like the future Voldemort than ever before.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Alan drew his finger in the air a few times, writing three shiny paragraphs of his name, and then he waved his finger, and the letters automatically switched positions, " I am Lord Voldemort."

"Very well, it seems that someone you encountered told you this meaning." The young Dark Lord said with satisfaction, "I came up with a new name for myself, and I knew that one day, when I became the The greatest magician, a name that wizards everywhere dare not say easily!"

"These anagram tricks are not a challenge for Ravenclaw who needs to guess riddles in and out of the lounge every day." Allen said sarcastically, "but as I said just now, the snake's vision is too narrow. You can't see that there is not only one possibility, as long as one is confirmed, you will not be able to understand, and there may be a second or third..."

After speaking, Allen waved his finger again, and the glowing letters automatically began to arrange again, and finally they were combined into - Mr. Tom, a fake JJ lover (Mr. Tom, a Dildo lover).