Chapter 1324? Mr. Tom, a Fake JJ Lover
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The young Voldemort's black jade-like hair swayed a few times and then fell lower. He sat quietly next to Allen, as if nothing happened just now, but the turbulence inside was completely opposite to the calm appearance - up close. Contact, the gap between myself in my twenties and the younger Alan Harris is wider than I imagined.
Under the cover of the magic robe, Voldemort squeezed his slender fingers, letting his veins appear out of reluctance and humiliation. The current humiliation made his eyes hot and his heart burning. Finally he calmed down, just like when Dumbledore rejected his application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position: "Principal Harris, call me Voldemort... let Let’s get straight to the point, which country do you want to have more excitement? Germany, the United States, or Bulgaria? My men and I will no longer be silent and can attack at any time.”
"Tom, you are indeed smarter at this age than you will be in the future, but you are a little too smart." Allen crossed his legs indifferently, his voice indifferent, "But have you ever considered that after I resurrected you, you What you want to do actually has nothing to do with me, but now that you say this...haven't I become the mastermind and villain behind the scenes? Aren't the people you harmed the same as me? "
Now that he knew why his young master could be resurrected, guard Stan didn't dare to speak at all. The young Dark Lord's red eyes reminded him of the older Dark Lord. He was very worried about seeing him like this afterward. He probably couldn't get over this predicament, and what frightened him even more was that Alan Harris told him the matter in front of him... The double pressure of the Dark Lord and the master of the floating city made the poor guard start to tremble. .
Voldemort's long and thin index finger pinched the palm of his hand tightly. The other party's way of speaking and rejection made him want to shoot a few Avatars at Allen's annoying face, but his reason also made him secretly wonder, since Allen If you haven't done anything to him yet, then there must be something that needs him to complete.
Young Tom, who already knew from the video that the other party had a way to deal with the Death Curse, his dark eyes returned to a calm look, and he said calmly: "Principal Harris... I have a question, how did you find my location accurately?"
This is indeed what Guard Stan is confused about. He fully knows how powerful the top-level defensive magic is. Those counter-prophecies, divination, and all the careful defense measures here tell him that they have not been detected by magic. That Pansy... Parkinson also failed to come up to this floor.
A shadow flashed across Voldemort's face, and he didn't miss any expression on Allen'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 defense mission and were caught by the opponent, this also shows that even Allen cannot do it without his knowledge. Although he used magic to detect his existence despite being in love, how did Allen accurately locate his location and send it over? This is the biggest knot that now makes Voldemort new to doubt and unwilling.
"Your anti-prying, divination and prediction magics were not triggered because I didn't use magic at all..." Allen said, directing the kitchen in Voldemort's room, summoning three glass cups, pouring them into them and taking them from his pocket. The coke produced was distributed to Voldemort and Ah's guards.
Guard Stan accepted it somewhat flattered, but as he had never drank a Muggle drink before, he choked on the irritation in it, and Allen's cup was held between Voldemort's fingers. Seeing the guard's shameful expression, he was stunned. He had no intention of drinking it.
"Sorry, I forgot to remind you that there is a bit of anger in it... This is the selling point of this drink... Also, Tom, I have to say that you are indeed a smart person at this age, but you are a Slytherin, and I am not Winclaw." Allen picked up a glass by himself, took a sip and said happily, "Your magic talent is indeed amazing. You have invented a lot of magic at a young age. Although I am a reference for the flying spell, It was developed by Dementors, but it was indeed because of the inspiration you gave me that I found the right direction so quickly... And you know, Harry has no knowledge of black magic, combat magic, etc. because of your soul fragment. Quite talented..." Allen raised his glass to Voldemort again and took another sip without waiting for his response. Then he shook his head, "But it's a pity that you were raised in an orphanage in the Muggle world since you were a child. You have received a good magic education since you were a child... This inevitably makes you waste your talents... You lack knowledge of the common sense of the magic world such as Horcruxes and house elves. Your low self-esteem and arrogant character prevent you from seeing it. Those things that are actually very beneficial... make some of your choices look ridiculous and stupid to me and Albus..."
Hearing Allen's sarcasm, the young Voldemort himself had actually already known what his other self had done through investigation. He had seen on TV that Allen Harris had taken the weapon when he drove Dumbledore out of school. These things mocked me... and now it was undoubtedly a humiliation to say these things in front of me.
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 born in a family like yours, the two of us can talk in different places!" Voldemort's voice was higher and colder than before, and his heart was gnawing at jealousy: Ai Len Harris was born in a pure-blood family, and his parents and brothers were all elites. He also traveled to ancient times and befriended the founder of Hogwarts. The things he left for him allowed him to come into contact with ordinary pure-blood families since he was a child. Magic that even children cannot touch, received the most elite education - and his own companions were the stupid, ignorant, cowardly Muggles in the orphanage, and his toys were also those broken stones and dolls...
"If it were me, even if I lived in a Muggle orphanage, I would actually be able to use more things that are beneficial to me... It's just that your blindness and paranoid personality prevent you from seeing this... Snakes have poor eyesight, and lions have very poor eyesight. Even worse than a badger and not as good as an eagle... You see, I am a pure-blood, but I can use things that are not magic..." Allen pointed his slender fingers in the direction of the window, his tone was a bit mocking, "I'm looking for The Muggle Prime Minister borrowed some gadgets used by Muggle agents...I asked Pansy to use toys played by Muggle children to use the secret camera from outside your window to see clearly inside you..."
The young Voldemort twitched in annoyance, and his forced forbearance made his black eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and became even redder - he had spent a lot of time after his resurrection to accept that he would now be used by Alan Harris. The fact that magic defeated him, but the other party actually used such a dirty Muggle thing...
Guard Stan was also a little annoyed and even complained. He had already warned his master about Pansy's problem, but he and his master both trusted magic too blindly.
"Don't you and Nagini usually communicate?" Alan looked like the smile Harry saw on Decorah's face in the first grade, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net "She is young. Queenie Goldstein, whom she met when she was young, once wanted to break the lock on the door of the Magic Congress room. The door was cast with many defensive spells. Queenie tried various unlocking spells but could not get the door to open at all... But her Muggle lover...oh, these Americans are called No-Majs...Anyway, the fat man kicked the door open easily...Tom, you should..."
"My name is Voldemort! I don't care about these dirty 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." Allen drew a few times in the air with his finger and wrote three sparkling names. Then he waved his finger and the letters automatically switched positions, "I am Lord Voldemort (IamLordVolde-mort)."
"Very good, 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. I knew at that time that one day, when I became the world's When he was the greatest magician, wizards everywhere did not dare to say this name easily!"
"These little charade tricks are not much of a challenge for Ravenclaw who needs to guess riddles to get in and out of the lounge every day." Allen said sarcastically, "But like I just said, the snake's vision is too narrow, so You can't see that things don't have only one possibility. As long as one is confirmed, you can't understand that there may be a second and a third..."
After speaking, Allen waved his finger again, and the glowing letters automatically began to arrange themselves again, and the final combination became - Mr. Tom, a Dildolover.