Chapter 1325 ? My House Is Quite Big

The brows on Voldemort's handsome face were wrinkled, the nostrils under the high nose opened and shut because of anger, the flesh on the cheeks twitched, making the face deformed and hideous: the other party must not let this spelling method be revealed!

Voldemort, who was full of such a thought in his mind, couldn't help raising his hand without thinking, and a green light shot out—but then he regained his senses, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to dodge Avadasso, who was expected to be reversed by the opponent. Fate curse.

But Allen seemed to be stunned, and he sat on the sofa with a terrified expression, and the green light hit his chest,

"Ouch!"

Allen slumped back on the sofa, with a twisted and painful expression on his face.

"Master!" The guard made a surprised voice, "You did it!"

But Voldemort just gasped, the tight string in his mind seemed to be broken: Alan Harris was too powerful and had already formed an overwhelming advantage over him, a heavy sense of powerlessness came from the bottom of his heart rising.

"It's close, but it still hurts when the curse hits you."

Allen's voice made the cheering guards stunned again, as if under a petrification spell. Only then did he put back the exaggerated terrified expression on his face, and smiled at Tom: in the previous duel between him and old Tom, he successfully predicted that the even more powerful Dark Lord's Killing Curse would only hit him. It hurt him, but he didn't take the risk to experiment at that time, and today the young Tom released it as an experiment - the result shows that although the killing curse of the young Voldemort is stronger than that of Umbridge at the beginning A lot, but it has already made him nosebleed and he can't do it.

Voldemort's fair face turned a little blue, and he almost growled: "Alan Harris...let's talk about it, what do you want me to do?...Huh?!!"

Voldemort's speaking mouth was suddenly pinched open by Allen's outstretched hand, and he also poked his head to look at the Dark Lord's teeth.

There was a crisp sound.

Voldemort, who reacted after being suddenly attacked, knocked Alan's hand away with his hand, and Alan didn't care. He just narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, looked at Voldemort carefully from top to bottom, and turned on him. After a few laps: "Now you seem to care about maintaining your appearance, but you dress a little more plainly."

Voldemort looked at this kind of eyes and reminded him of what happened when he was a child, just like the first time he met Dumbledore and was threatened by him to burn his wardrobe, which made him breathe angrily and asked in a sharp voice : "What exactly do you want to do?"

At this time, the guard Stan, who had just recovered from the shock that Alan was able to survive the Avada Kedavra Curse, began to be shocked again at this time. It didn't fall on him, but he felt uncomfortable all over.

grunt~~~

The sound of stomach growling broke the somewhat intense atmosphere.

Voldemort stared coldly at this subordinate who made him feel so ashamed, and met his master's cold eyes, which made Stan, who was tense all over, almost scream—it was almost the usual meal time, and his empty stomach was screaming He felt hungry, which made his stomach growl just now. This made his cold sweat seep from his back in an instant, and he began to worry in his heart that even Alan Harris would let him go, but now he saw himself who had heard his master make a fool of himself, and now he humiliated his master again. The tolerant Dark Lord reveals his hidden not-so-forgiving side.

But this also made Allen feel relieved. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Then he took out a few Scotch eggs and two soft buttered bread from his pocket, and put them on the table in front of the sofa.

Allen showed a friendly smile: "I just heard your stomach say that you are hungry. I happen to have a piece of bread here. I am not hungry yet. Please eat."

"Uh...thanks?"

Although I feel that the character of the owner of the Floating Void City in front of me is more difficult to figure out and weird,

But Stan stretched out his hand tremblingly—he dared not refuse to accept the food, so he could only tear off a piece of bread and stuff it into his mouth indiscriminately.

Panting heavily out of anger, Voldemort took a deep breath and calmed down. He glanced at the food, raised his head and didn't take it, then lowered his head without a smile, picked up the quilt and touched the Coke with his lips to make the scene unremarkable. So blunt.

"Actually, my purpose is very simple." Allen leaned on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and said enthusiastically to Voldemort: "My house is quite big, you are welcome to come to my house to play, and you can live with me directly when you are tired. That's fine."

Allen's statement of this purpose surprised Voldemort. He really didn't understand the meaning of Harris' words. He leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively, "Principal Harris, do you mean to let me join Harris?" family?"

Stan moved his body quietly. Growing up in the modern wizarding society, he thought of more. The hand holding the bread trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look up: He knew that some pure-blood wizards had special hobbies. There was once a man named Jaeger. The wizard in the house used a similar method to deceive his neighbor, a little wizard who lived with his grandma—and Alan Harris in front of him, although he heard that he only attacked witches, who knew if he would feel tired and wanted to Changing flavors with the Dark Lord, it seems that some people feel that this will bring some sense of conquest.

"If you are willing to join, it would be great, and it will save us a lot of trouble... Uh, please wait a moment..." Allen's tone was calm, and he began to reach for his pocket and rummaged inside.

Voldemort looked at Allen's movements coldly, and he tightened his fingers on the Coke Cup. For the other party's understatement, he understood that it meant that the other party did not take his strength seriously, so he didn't care so much tone of voice. The young Tom thought of the information he had collected, and knew that when the other party was in the fifth grade, that other powerful self had wanted to subdue Alan Harris, and began to wonder if the wizard in front of him wanted to take revenge—because Harris must pay the sentence.

But immediately, the dark lord, who had more reason in his head, grabbed his magic robe with his thin and slender fingers, thinking secretly and secretly delighted.

There is no doubt that Alan Harris' current strength is inseparable from the Harris family and Ravenclaw behind him. The young Dark Lord realized that if he joined Harris, he could learn from other places there. He doesn't have much knowledge of magic, and if Harris is willing to accept a powerful subordinate into the Harris family because of his magical talent, they will then help to clear his identity, which is much easier than his own troubles.

The suit floated in the air, and Allen took out a pair of black dragon leather boots from his pocket. His eyes swept over Voldemort, who was dressed in plain black robes: "Please don't move around, it won't hurt the pair, I made it according to the old one, let's see if it fits first."

The young Dark Lord who had already figured it out did not resist, although he felt that the touch on his body was a little different, he lowered his head and found that the clothes on his body had changed.

He has already put on a white shirt, a dark green vest, and a dark green bow tie on the inside of his body. The bottoms are straight black trousers without a single wrinkle... These clothes are elegant enough and even the pair of leather boots It has already been worn to his feet, and the movement of the hair and the feeling on his forehead let him know that his hairstyle has also been tidied up.

But the new white gloves on Voldemort's hands brought a strong butler and attendant style, which made him feel as wrong as his subordinate Stan. It would make sense to join Harris in those umbrella uniforms, because obviously the other family regarded them as German style brought over.

"What exactly do you want from me?"