Chapter 1339 ?

In fact, Alan, who had just used Lun as a bait in the room and fled by himself, did not immediately rush to the temple. Thinking of what he saw outside the window just now, he used the Illusion Charm to hide his figure, and walked quietly to the garden.

For the moment the two phantoms, keeping their backs erect, kept as much distance as a gentleman and lady should keep in communicating.

"Sorry, Helena, I didn't hear clearly, can you repeat what you just said?" The young Tom Riddle, who had just accidentally passed through a bunch of hanging mistletoe, shook his head, and then straightened up back, said in a moderate tone.

Helena took out the transparent fan from her waist and lightly ran across her forehead, and gestured to the window with her side face.

Tom Riddle nodded slightly. He understood Helena's hinting technique used by Victorian ladies to use various personal items such as fans, parasols and gloves to convey their true feelings to a man. Forehead means "someone is watching us".

"These days your family is quite curious about my existence. They pay attention to you because they care about you." Tom also glanced sideways towards the window, listening with a slightly unassuming voice showing a slight smile. It looks very magnetic - he has already begun to get familiar with the preferences of female ghosts, and in the process of getting along, he has always ensured that he will not do things such as crossing his legs, blinking, shrugging, arranging his hair, staring at each other, etc. Laughing uncontrollably, tapping hands and feet, talking profanely, putting hands on the shoulders of the person you're speaking to, etc. This is seen as a rude, uneducated bumpkin.

"Helena was born in the Middle Ages... Voldemort was born when the Muggle European grandmother died for almost thirty years... How can these two still use Victorian etiquette... Oh... Helena and her grandmother have watched too many TV series ..." Allen, who was peeking from the side, couldn't help complaining in his heart watching this scene of getting along.

For Voldemort, because of the contract and his own reason, he knew clearly that he had to please Helena in front of him, otherwise if he lost the interest and love of the other party, he would be useless to Allen, on the contrary, he would trouble. So he decided to coax the somewhat deceitful 'little princess' in front of him, and he might have a chance to materialize in the future.

So Tom Riddle softly introduced to Helena some interesting things he knew about magical plants. The humorous words and sentences made Helena look very happy, and the expression that often appeared on Daisy's face appeared from time to time. That smirk, and then suppressed by her remembering the etiquette issue.

At this time, Tom Riddle acted like an old British gentleman, which made Ellen more and more dissatisfied-although he beat Tom as a ghost to Helena to relieve her daughter's loneliness, but seeing it with his own eyes At present, Voldemort is actually enough to abide by his duty, but it still makes Alan finally understand what it feels like to be a father, and he starts to have a taste.

"The mixture of datura, hyacinth and belladonna can cause hallucinations. I remember a large bush of datura blooming in the left corner of the garden..." Helena turned around very ladylikely,

Standing still, holding the fan gracefully by his side, he looked to the left side of the garden, "There is still Rue, which symbolizes luck, I'll take you there to see... There are still Nettles, but my grandma got rid of them after Aunt Emily had a little accident."

"This thing can indeed cause severe pain to the living...It's safer to eradicate it." Voldemort, who was at least an arm's length away from Helena, obeyed the rules, and his eyes did not fall on Helena abruptly, but politely He turned to the other side, but there was a very charming smile on his handsome milky white face - he felt very bored in his heart that he thought it was a child who touched a nettle by mistake, but he took the opportunity to recall that he had been in When he was in the orphanage, Tom's smile became more sincere when he thought of the joy he felt when he brought the orphan who dared to oppose him to the nettle pile and the other party's screams.

But suddenly, the smile of the young Dark Lord Specter froze.

As far as he could see, Alan's face suddenly emerged from the middle of a large green plant, his eyes were cold and he raised his chin at Voldemort, then stretched out two fingers, slightly bent, pointing at himself He shook his eyes back and forth, and pointed at Voldemort in the same gesture.

It was obvious that the ghost couldn't feel the cold, but Voldemort couldn't help but shuddered. The threatening warning of Allen's "vicious" eyes couldn't be more obvious: he was staring at himself, making himself abide by his identity as a housekeeper.

Although the feeling of humiliation in his heart became stronger, the dark lord ghost, who was sensible enough, immediately understood what he should do, and he remained half a step behind Helena quietly.

Only then did Allen retract his head, and he followed secretly for a while, and jumped out suddenly from time to time to warn several times, until Tom Riddle lowered his head slightly at this time, clasped his hands in front of him, and posed a The attitude of the deputy butler's entourage did not dare to overstep.

Seeing that his warning had taken effect, Allen took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He secretly calculated the time and estimated that the operation should be almost completed. Then he stepped into the shadow of a branch without telling Voldemort.

As soon as he stepped out of the temple and saw Alan's figure, several clergymen in blue robes hurried over to Alan to receive them, wanting to lead the way for their goddess's voters—these were the ones after Luna was promoted before. The clergy who were originally considered as false gods have also gotten closer to their own gods, and now they hope to please their goddess by pleasing her voters.

However, Allen just smiled and shook his head at them, raised his hand to signal that the other party does not need to come, and then opened his predictable left eye. After confirming the prime minister's position in the temple, he walked towards Lavin on his own In the side hall of the Crow Temple, he stopped outside the door of the third room from the left.

Allen raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door three times. The door was pulled open from the inside, and Grindelwald appeared in front of Allen with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Gellert, you're really fast." Allen walked in, and he saw a box of eel jelly on the Prime Minister's bedside. "It seems that you get along well?"

"You didn't come at the welcome ceremony before, so I proudly chatted with Anthony a few more words." Grindelwald noticed Allen's gaze, "He seems to like my craft more than the performance I arranged."

"Ah, Principal Harris, are you done with the matter?" The Muggle Prime Minister saw Allen enter and greeted quickly, "Gellert has been working too hard for him these days."

"How do you feel?" Allen turned his attention to the Prime Minister on the hospital bed, and then looked at the other two beds.

At this time, the high priest, Katie Bell, was leading a young cleric who was personally performing magical spells on the prime minister's wife and son to relieve their post-operative pain, but it seemed that although they were not proficient themselves, they were effective. It can still be guaranteed, because the subject is sleeping comfortably at this time.

"Thank you for your concern, Principal Harris. I just fell asleep during the whole process, and there was nothing uncomfortable." The prime minister looked very calm, and pointed to his head with his eyebrows stretched, "And I feel good now, Especially here, it seems that the exhaustion accumulated over the years has been washed away, and it is very cool and comfortable..."

Allen's left eye shrunk into a pupil, and his gaze was fixed on the other party. Now the hematopoietic stem cells on the other party's body, the donor of the staff member of Neville's umbrella, are being catalyzed by magic to replace his original function-and the success of the Prime Minister's family at this time also Let the temple have experience, and then start to operate on those Muggles who are more 'own'.