Vol 2 Chapter 1326: ?Tom, don't imagine 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 with some playfulness. "You and Bellatrix have a daughter, named Delphi by the other you. I entrusted it to Miss Hermione Granger for adoption and care. This child has a good talent. I will teach her magic in the future."
Voldemort's face became very fast, cloudy and uncertain. He knew that he had a daughter, but that was the birth of another self, and he didn't have much affection. But out of due etiquette, he thanked him a little awkwardly: "Let her be taken care of...I have to thank you, Principal Harris, you are worthy of your blood..."
Speaking of it, Voldemort's heart was even more awkward and uncomfortable. Although he was surprised that Allen planned to teach this personally, the thought that his daughter would let a mudblood take care of it was obviously a kind of blasphemy and defilement-but Voldemort did not intend. She meant to come back to take care of herself.
"I asked you to go over it is actually similar to what I did for you." Allen's tone was very casual, "I ask you to go over, I want you to help take care of my daughter..."
Voldemort squeezed his white gloves into shape-Harris didn't take his talents or retaliate against another recruit recruited by him at the Ministry of Magic, but actually wanted to let himself be a nanny for his children!
"How dare you!" Voldemort, who couldn't restrain his anger, asked. "Besides, you can rest assured of me! Voldemort! The Dark Lord! Go and take care of a baby?!!!"
"Oh, it's not a baby. You are late. My unborn child has been looked after by a proper person." Allen shook the Coke in his hand, "I want you to take care of me at my age older than myself. The eldest daughter..." He shook his head and looked directly at the angry Voldemort. "This can be regarded as something you caused when you were in school. You must be responsible for your mistakes. Tom, you deceived my daughter first."
Allen's call made Stan on the side only think that his brain was a mess: the headmaster of Hogwarts was crazy? What is this man saying crazy.
Voldemort's chin was raised slightly, he was silent but breathing a little fast: an idea came to his mind, but he thought it was too ridiculous, making the handsome Dark Lord wide his eyes and unable to speak.
"As a father, I want my daughter to be happy. But that doesn't mean that I want to find a partner for her. I actually don't have a particularly good feeling for you than for Barrow." The expression between Alan's eyebrows became cold. "You may have not cut out the news of the temple, but my daughter can now materialize it, so you can use your best language to make her happy and have nothing to accompany you to play around...you just count her as her attendant or housekeeper, but Tom, don’t imagine that you can call me father-in-law... and I will make sure that..."
At this time, Alan has become somewhat like Luna's old father, but obviously because of his stronger strength, he can do things that Xenofilius Lovegood can't do.
Hearing this level, Voldemort was sure that the absurd speculation in his heart turned out to be true, biting Voldemort's heart with jealousy, and then creeping through his bones into his veins and filling his whole body. When Alan Harris returned to the past, he not only got the recognition and inheritance of the founders, but also gave birth to a child with the founders!
The Dark Lord, who claimed to be a descendant of Slytherin, recalled that he could not be fully recognized in the Slytherin Chamber because of his mixed blood relationship. Then he realized that his deepest thoughts in the past were nothing more than becoming a The heir to the true founder is recognized by others.
In contrast, Voldemort suddenly felt that he was like a clown. In the past, he was like a serf who guessed that the nobles could eat black bread every meal! The jealousy and inferiority complex overwhelmed the arrogance that had always protected him, and the dark lord's expression muscles lost control and management, so he looked up at Alan distortedly.
A blank roll of parchment on the desk in the room flew towards Allen suddenly, suspended in the air, and unfolded in front of Allen.
Ellen stretched out his hand, his abnormally pale fingers lit up in an instant, and began to write Latin on this plain parchment without any decoration. At the same time, his mouth was still muttering: "I don't know if the slave gem will be effective afterwards. The consequences of breaking the unbreakable oath will only be a death. This does not guarantee that Tom's subsequent state will be effective, or use Act on the soul contract to be safe..."
The young Voldemort knew that this was the method Allen got from the devil. He knew before that the other party would use these methods to restrict his actions when he got him back. But when he heard that the enslavement gems and the unbreakable oath were useless, and the other party finally That soul of's was unclear, which made panic seep from the bottom of his heart inexplicably.
Allen, who was already familiar with using this method for transaction protection, quickly finished it, and then handed it to Voldemort beside him.
"Tom, please sign your name at the back if there is no problem." After Voldemort took it, Allen retracted his hand and took a sip of a drink. Then suddenly his eyes stared at the thought of something, and he began to dig into his pockets, "By the way, you split. The soul is too many times... the soul is too weak... just now I will help you make up, but I don't have time to let you take it easy, I guess it's a little bit support, but I believe your situation will just make you able to survive..."
A handful of gems were caught by Alan and threw them on the table. In each gem, the heads of spiders flashed from time to time. This attracted the attractiveness of Voldemort, who was just starting to watch the treaty, and the guards who minimized his presence. On top.
Immediately, the soul gems of these eight-eyed giant spiders decomposed in the space between Allen's palms, and a trace of soul energy floated from above the gems, entangled together, and turned into a black-red long snake.
Then, Ellen turned his head, and his face looked a little unreal through the entangled soul energy, "Sorry Stan, I think you also understand, whether it is Tom and I will think you better be quieter in the future. …I want to be a loyal Death Eater, and your vows show that you will be willing to accept..."
Before Stan, who had just finished eating the bread, responded, his soul was still with a look of consternation and doubt, and it was extracted by Allen, and mixed with the souls of that large group of spiders, Allen put his mouth together. In the past, taking a deep breath, the energy, whether it was Stan's happy emotions or sad memories, or even the low-level emotions of the spiders and beasts, all jumped into Allen's mouth like a snake.
Under the influence of spells and energy, Allen's unreal face became more blurred, making him look like a dementor was 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, unwilling to refuse his ears. , Eyes, nose and mouth forcibly poured in.
"I know you know how to absorb it." Allen leaned back on the sofa and patted his hands, blowing away the ashes that Stan had turned into. "I got its original form from Black's house. Edition, although he also made you brainless, it can also support you in making 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 that plunged into the body, joy and shock rose from the bottom of his heart, and gradually expanded, making his whole body hot and trembling-in the initial advancement Later, he himself tried to open his eyes and mouth wide to allow these energy to enter better. The Dark Lord’s spider-leg-like slender fingers grabbed the sofa under him, except for the short-term acceptance of so much energy. The pain is more because of the greed in his heart clamoring wildly.
Voldemort thought he finally knew the secret of why Alan Harris was so strong at a young age-Harris mastered the ability to purify the soul and supplement him! Voldemort, who had absorbed all the energy and replenished his broken soul, let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Thank you, my soul hasn't been so comfortable for a long time. You asked him to ask for a sense of rupture and emptiness."
At this time, the Dark Lord has no more rejection, and he even owes his heartfelt thanks to Allen. And his heart began to wonder about the plan to learn this legendary art after joining Harris. He even realized that Alan and Ravenclaw might not only look at this world anymore, and began to imagine some if Being able to inquire about the secret dream of Ravenclaw becoming a god, he had studied the purpose of Alan and their actions before and speculated that it was related to certain beliefs.
Allen nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, then look at the contract quickly, and you can sign and go back with me if there is no problem... But you have to receive Maggie's basic training before seeing my daughter. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "
Although there was no rejection in his heart, Voldemort was cautious at this time and did not sign immediately. He first checked that there was no additional text disguised as decorative patterns on the contract, and then started to quickly browse the content of the contract in his hand.
At the beginning, I have already listed things like listening to Helena Ravenclaw’s words, always focus on her emotional preferences, and be on call... In order to get supplies to absorb the soul, in order to allow the soul to absorb and grow, this is He seemed to be a real escape from death, and these harsh requirements weren't a big deal in Voldemort's eyes.
What makes Tom ecstatic is that there is not much content that Harris restricts his actions, more just some restrictions on confidentiality, until he browses to the end, these joys are wiped away in an instant, no more. With her head up and her back straight, her trembling fingers crumpled the parchment, and her voice sounded almost choking: "Principal Harris, don't..."
"Be obedient...Rather than endure permanent pain between life and death after being killed by me, I think you are now wise enough to decide what to choose... If you are the noseless Tom, I am not I'm happy." Allen stretched out his hand and patted Voldemort's stiff shoulder. "Others will know that you, Tom Riddle, became my daughter Helena of Alan Harris and Rowena Ravenclaw. Waiter, don’t be ashamed..."