Chapter 1326 ? Tom, Don't Imagine that You Can Call Me Father-in-Law

"I have to tell you one thing first, Tom." Allen looked at the young Tom in front of him jokingly, "You and Bellatrix have a daughter, who was named Delphi by the other you, and now is I entrusted Miss Hermione Granger to take care of her, this child is very talented, I will teach her magic in the future."

Voldemort's complexion changed quickly, and he knew that he already had a daughter, but it was born by another self, and he didn't have much emotion. But out of proper etiquette, he thanked him a little awkwardly: "Let her be taken care of...I have to thank you, Principal Harris, your bearing is worthy of your blood..."

Having said that, Voldemort felt even more awkward and uncomfortable. Although he was surprised that Alan planned to teach this himself, it was clearly a kind of blasphemy and defilement to think that his daughter was taken care of by a Mudblood—but Voldemort did not intend to It means asking her to come back and take care of her.

"I asked you to go over, which is actually similar to what I did for you." Alan's tone was very casual, "Please go over, I want you to help take care of my daughter..."

Voldemort pinched his own white gloves out of shape—Harris was not fancying his talent or taking revenge on another self for recruiting him at the Ministry of Magic, but delusional to want to be his child's nanny!

"How dare you!" Voldemort couldn't contain his anger and asked, "Besides, you are so relieved of me! Voldemort! Dark Lord! To take care of a baby?!!!"

"Oh, it's not a baby, you are late, my unborn child has been taken care of by someone." Allen shook the Coke in his hand, "I want you to take care of me who is older than myself The eldest daughter..." He shook his head and looked directly at the angry Voldemort, "This is something you caused when you were in school. You must bear the responsibility for your mistakes, Tom, it was you who deceived my daughter first."

Allen's call made Stan on the side feel like his mind was in a mess: Is the headmaster of Hogwarts crazy? What the hell is this guy talking about.

Voldemort's jaw was raised slightly, he was silent but his breathing was a little short: an idea came to his mind, but he thought it was too absurd, making the handsome Dark Lord's eyes wide open and unable to speak.

"As a father, I want my daughter to be happy. But that doesn't mean I want to find a partner for her. Actually, I don't have any special affection for you than I do for Barrow." The look on Alan's brows became cold, "You may not have cut the temple news yet, but my daughter can already materialize now, so you can use the language you are best at to make her happy, and it's fine to accompany her around for a while... You are just her attendant or housekeeper, but Tom, don't fantasize about calling me father-in-law...and I'll make sure of that..."

At this time, Allen has become a bit like Luna's old father, but obviously because of his stronger strength, he can do things that Xenophilius Lovegood cannot do.

Heard to this extent,

Voldemort confirmed that the absurd speculation in his mind turned out to be the truth, jealousy bit Voldemort's heart bit by bit, and then creeped through his bones, drilled into his blood vessels, and permeated his whole body——Alan Harry When Si went back to the past, he was not only recognized and inherited by the founders, but also had a child with the founder!

The Dark Lord, who claimed to be the descendant of Slytherin, recalled that he could not be fully recognized by the other party because of his mixed blood in the Slytherin chamber, and then he realized that his deepest thought in the past was nothing more than becoming a The true founder's heir, recognized by others.

Comparing the two, Voldemort suddenly felt like a clown, like a serf in ancient times who guessed that the nobles could eat black bread for every meal! Jealousy and inferiority complex overwhelmed the arrogance that had always protected him, causing the Dark Lord to lose control of his facial muscles, and he just looked up at Allen twisted.

A blank roll of parchment on the desk in the room suddenly flew towards Allen, suspended in the air, and unfolded in front of Allen.

Allen stretched out his hand, his abnormally pale fingers instantly ignited, and began to write in Latin on this plain, undecorated parchment. At the same time, he was still muttering in bits and pieces: "I don't know if the enslaved gem will work in the future. The consequence of violating the unbreakable oath is only one death. This does not guarantee that Tom's future state will still work. Or use Act on the soul contract to be safe..."

The young Voldemort knew that this was a method Alan got from the devil. He knew before that the other party would definitely use these methods to restrict his actions to get him back, but when he heard that the enslaved gem and the unbreakable oath were useless, and the other party finally That soul could not speak clearly, which caused inexplicable panic to seep from the bottom of his heart.

Allen, who was already familiar with using this method to secure transactions, quickly finished writing it, and then handed it to Voldemort beside him.

"Tom, please sign your name on the back if there is no problem." Alan withdrew his hand and took a sip of the drink after Voldemort took it, then suddenly his eyes widened as if remembering something, and he began to dig out his pocket, "By the way, you split The soul has been too many times... the soul is too weak... just now I will help you mend it, but I don't have much time for you to take it slowly. I guess it's a bit supportive, but I believe that your situation is just enough for you to hold on..."

A handful of gems were grabbed by Allen and thrown on the table, and the heads and faces of some spiders flashed through each gem from time to time, which attracted Voldemort, who had just started reading the treaty, and the guards who minimized his presence. on top.

Immediately, the soul gems of these acromantulas decomposed under the caress of Alan's palm, and traces of soul energy floated out from above the gems, entangled together, and turned into a long black-red snake.

Then, Alan turned his head to the side, his face looked a little unreal through the cloud of soul energy, "I'm sorry Stan, I think you understand that both Tom and I think you'd better be quiet in the future …I suppose that as a loyal Death Eater, your oaths say that you would gladly accept…."

Before Stan, who had just finished eating the bread, could respond, his soul was extracted by Allen with an expression of astonishment and doubt, and mixed with the souls of the large group of spiders. Allen put his mouth together In the past, taking a deep breath, whether it was Stan's happy emotions or sad memories, or even the low-level emotions of spiders and beasts in the energy, they all jumped into Allen's mouth like a long snake.

Under the spellcasting and energy interference, Allen's unreal face was further blurred, making him look like a dementor kissing a victim. Finally, Allen slowly began to exhale, and the impurity energy contained in the soul was spit out by him and dissipated in the air, while the remaining pure soul energy swarmed up to Voldemort, and it could not be refused from his ears. , eyes, nose, and mouth were forcibly poured in.

"I know you know how to absorb it." Allen leaned on the sofa relaxedly, patted his hands, and blew away the ashes that Stan had turned into, "I also got its original form from Black's house." Version, although he also made you lose your mind, it can also support you to make so many Horcruxes."

At this time, Voldemort's hand was still holding the contract that he hadn't had time to read, but he felt the soul energy rushing into his body, joy and shock rose from the bottom of his heart, and gradually expanded, making his whole body hot and trembling - at the initial stage Now he himself is also working hard to open his eyes and mouth wide to allow these energies to enter better. The Dark Lord's slender fingers like spider legs grabbed the sofa under him. The pain was caused by the greed in his heart clamoring wildly.

Voldemort thought he finally knew the secret of why Alan Harris was so powerful at a young age-Harris had mastered the ability to purify the soul and replenish himself! After absorbing all the energy, Voldemort, whose broken soul was replenished and nourished, let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Thank you, my soul hasn't been so comfortable in a long time, you let him leave the feeling of disconnection and emptiness."

At this time, the Dark Lord was less repulsive, and he even bowed slightly to Allen to thank him sincerely. In his heart, he began to think about the plan that he must learn this legendary skill after joining Harris. He even realized that Alan and Ravenclaw might not only focus on this world anymore, and began to fantasize about what if To be able to inquire into the dream of knowing the secret of Ravenclaw's becoming a god, he had studied the purpose of Allen's actions before, and speculated that it was related to certain beliefs.

Allen nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, then quickly read the contract, if there is no problem, sign and go back with me... But you still have to receive Maggie's basic training before meeting my daughter."

Although there was no repulsion in his heart, Voldemort was cautious at this time and did not sign it immediately. He first checked that there was no additional text disguised as a decorative pattern on this chapter of the contract, and then began to quickly browse the content of the contract in his hand.

At the very beginning, it has been listed such as obeying Helena Ravenclaw's words, always focusing on her emotional preferences, being on call... in order to obtain supplies and absorb the soul, in order to allow the soul to absorb and grow. He seemed to be a real means of escaping death, and these harsh demands were not a big deal in Voldemort's eyes.

What made Tom ecstatic was that there was not much content about Harris restricting his actions, but more about restricting confidentiality. Until he browsed to the end, the joy was swept away in an instant, and it was no longer the same as before. With an arrogant posture with head held high and back straight, the parchment was crumpled with trembling fingers, and the voice sounded almost suffocating: "Principal Harris, don't..."

"Be obedient... Compared to enduring eternal pain in the place between life and death after being killed by me, I think you are now sensible enough to decide what to choose... You know, if you are the Tom without a nose, I don't know I am happy." Allen stretched out his hand and patted Voldemort's stiff shoulders, "In the future, other people will know that you, Tom Riddle, will become my son Helena, the daughter of Alan Harris and Rowena Ravenclaw. Servant, don't be ashamed..."