Chapter 1326: Tom, Don’t Imagine that You Can Call Me Father-in-Law
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"I have to tell you something first, Tom." Allen looked at the young Tom in front of him with some teasing, "You and Bellatrix have a daughter, and the other one named her Delphi. I entrusted it to Miss Hermione Granger for adoption and care. This child is very talented and I will personally teach her magic in the future."
Voldemort's expression quickly became cloudy and uncertain. He had already known that he already had a daughter, but she was born to another self and he did not have much emotion. However, out of due etiquette, he thanked him awkwardly: "So that she can be taken care of...I have to thank you, Principal Harris, your magnanimity is worthy of your blood..."
After saying this, Voldemort felt even more awkward and uncomfortable. Although he was surprised that Allen planned to teach this in person, thinking that his daughter would be taken care of by a mudblood was obviously a kind of blasphemy and defilement - but Voldemort had no intention of doing so. He wanted to take her back and take care of her.
"My asking you to come over is actually similar to what I did for you." Allen's tone was very calm and casual, "I asked you to come over because I want you to help take care of my daughter..."
Voldemort squeezed his white gloves out of shape - Harris was not taking a fancy to his talent or taking revenge on his other self for recruiting him at the Ministry of Magic, but actually wanted to be a nanny for his children!
"How dare you!" Voldemort, unable to restrain his anger, asked, "And you trust me so much! Voldemort! The Dark Lord! Take care of a baby?!!!"
"Oh, it's not a baby. You're late. My unborn child has already been taken care of by someone properly." Allen shook the Coke in his hand, "What I want you to take care of is someone who is older than me at that age." My eldest daughter..." He shook his head and looked directly at the angry Voldemort, "This can be regarded as something you caused in school. You must bear the responsibility for the mistakes you made. Tom, you deceived my daughter first."
Allen's call made Stan on the side feel like his brain was turning into mush: Is the principal of Hogwarts crazy? What a crazy thing this guy is talking about.
Voldemort's chin raised slightly, he was silent but his breathing was a little short: an idea came to his mind, but he felt that it was too ridiculous, making the handsome Dark Lord's eyes widen and unable to speak.
"As a father, I hope that my daughter can be happy. But that doesn't mean that I want to find a partner for her. In fact, I don't have any special fondness for you than for Barrow." The look between Allen's eyebrows turned cold. "You may not have cut out the temple news yet, but my daughter can now materialize, so you can use your best language to make her happy and accompany her to play around for a while... You are just her attendant or housekeeper, but Tom, don't imagine that you can call me father-in-law... and I'll make sure of that..."
Allen has become a bit like Luna's old father at this time, but it is obvious that because of his stronger strength, he can do things that Xenophilius Lovegood cannot do.
Hearing this level, Voldemort confirmed that the absurd speculation in his mind turned out to be fact. Jealousy bit Voldemort's heart bitingly, and then creeped through his bones, penetrated into his blood vessels, and spread throughout his body. ——Alan Harris returned to the past and not only received the recognition and inheritance of the founders, but also had a child with the founders!
The Dark Lord, who claimed to be the descendant of Slytherin, recalled that he could not be fully recognized by the other party in the Slytherin Chamber because of his mixed blood relationship. Then he realized that his deepest thought in the past was just to become a The heir to the true founder is recognized by others.
In comparison, Voldemort suddenly felt like a clown. He was like the serf who guessed in ancient times that the nobles could eat enough black bread tubes for every meal! Jealousy and inferiority complex overwhelmed the arrogance that had always protected him, causing the Dark Lord to lose control of his expression and muscles, and looked up at Allen in a twisted manner.
A blank roll of parchment placed 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 his mouth: "I don't know if the Slavery Gem will be effective in the future. The consequences of breaking the Unbreakable Oath will only be death. There is no guarantee that Tom will still be effective in his future state. Is it better to use it?" It’s more prudent to act on the soul contract…”
The young Voldemort knew that this was the means that Allen got from the devil. He knew before that the other party would definitely use these means to restrict his movements when he got him back, but when he heard that the enslavement gem and the unbreakable oath were of no use, he finally had to fight with the other party. The soul couldn't explain it clearly, which made panic seep out of his heart inexplicably.
Allen, who was already familiar with using this method to ensure transactions, quickly finished writing it, and then handed it to Voldemort beside him.
"Tom, if it's okay, please sign your name on the back." After Voldemort took it, Allen took back his hand and took a sip of the drink, then suddenly his eyes widened and he remembered something, and he started to dig into his pocket, "By the way, you split. The soul has been damaged too many times...The soul is too weak...I will help you replenish it now, but I don't have time to let you take your time. It may be a bit stretched, but I believe your situation is just enough for you to hold on..."
Allen grabbed a handful of gems and threw them on the table. The heads and faces of some spiders flashed from time to time in each gem. This attracted Voldemort, who had just started to read the treaty, and the guards beside him who minimized their presence. On top.
Immediately, the soul gems of these Acromantulas decomposed under the gentle caress of Allen's palm. A trace of soul energy floated out from the top of the gems, entangled together, and turned into a long black and red snake.
Then, Allen turned his head, and his face looked a little unreal through the dense mass of soul energy, "I'm sorry Stan, I think you understand that both Tom and I think it's better for you to be quiet in the future. …I assume that as a loyal Death Eater, your oaths mean that you will be happy to accept them…”
Before Stan, who had just finished eating the bread, could respond, his soul was extracted by Allen with an expression of shock and confusion, and was mixed with the souls of the large group of spiders. Allen put his mouth to it In the past, he took a deep breath. Whether it was Stan's happy emotions or sad memories, or even the beast-like low-level emotions of spiders, all of them jumped into Allen's mouth like a long snake.
Under the interference of spells and energy, 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 his soul was spit out by him and dissipated in the air, while the remaining pure soul energy swarmed up to Voldemort and passed through his ears without rejection. , eyes, nose, and mouth.
"I know you know how to absorb it." Allen relaxed on the sofa, clapped his hands, and blew away the ashes that Stan had turned into. "I also got its original form from the Black family. Version, even though he also made you lose your mind, he was able to support you in making so many Horcruxes."
At this time, Voldemort's hand was still holding the contract that he had not yet had time to look at, but as he felt the soul energy pouring into his body, joy and shock rose from the bottom of his heart, gradually expanding, making his whole body heat up and tremble - at the initial stage of advancement Now he himself is trying hard to open his eyes and mouth wide to allow the energy to enter better. The Dark Lord's spider-like slender fingers grasped the sofa under him. In addition to the pain caused by receiving so much energy in a short period of time, The pain was due to the greed in his heart that was screaming crazily.
Voldemort thought he finally knew the secret of why Alan Harris was so powerful at such a young age - Harris had mastered the ability to purify souls and replenish himself! After absorbing all the energy and having his broken soul replenished and nourished, Voldemort let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Thank you, my soul has not felt this comfortable for a long time. You let him relieve the feeling of rupture and emptiness."
At this time, the Dark Lord no longer had much rejection. He even bowed slightly to Allen and thanked him sincerely. And in his heart, he began to think about the plan to learn this legendary skill after joining Harris. He even realized that Allen and Ravenclaw may not only focus on this world anymore, UU read books www.uukanshu ． net began to fantasize about some dreams of finding out the secrets of Ravenclaw becoming a god. He had previously studied the purpose of Allen's actions and speculated that it must be related to belief.
Allen nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. Take a look at the contract. If there's no problem, just sign it and go back with me... But before you can meet my daughter, you have to receive basic training from Maggie."
Although there was no rejection in his heart, Voldemort was cautious and did not sign immediately. He first checked that there was no additional text disguised as decorative patterns on the contract, and then began to quickly browse the contents of the contract in his hand.
At the beginning, we have listed things such as obeying Helena Ravenclaw's words, always focusing on her emotional preferences, and being available at all times... In order to obtain supplies and absorb souls, in order to make the soul absorb and grow, this is He seemed to be a real means of escaping death, and these harsh requirements were not a big deal in Voldemort's eyes.
What made Tom ecstatic was that there was not much content in it that Harris restricted his actions, but more restrictions on confidentiality. Until he browsed to the end, all these joys were gone in an instant, and he was no longer what he had been before. With his head held high and his back straight, his arrogant posture, his trembling fingers crinkled the parchment, and his 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 have enough sense now to decide what to choose...You know, if you are the Tom without a nose, I will not I'm glad." Allen reached out and patted the stiff Voldemort on the shoulder, "From now on, others will know that you, Tom Riddle, have become the daughter of Helen Harris, the daughter of Ellen Harris and Rowena Ravenclaw. Attendant, no shame…”