Vol 2 Chapter 1339: ?Abide by

In fact, Lun was just used as a bait in the room, and Alan, who had fled, did not rush to the temple immediately. Thinking of the situation outside the window he had just seen, he used the Illusion Charm to hide his figure and walked silently to the garden.
At present, the two ghosts with their backs upright keep the distance that a gentleman and a lady should keep when 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 straightened. Spine, said in a moderate tone.
Helena took out the transparent fan from her waist and gently stroked her forehead, and gestured to the window with her face to her side.
Tom Riddle nodded slightly. He understood that the Victorian ladies used by Helena used various personal objects such as fans, parasols and gloves to convey their true feelings to a man. The forehead means "someone is watching us".
"Your family members are quite curious about my existence these days. They pay attention to me because they care about you." Tom also glanced sideways towards the window, listening with an unassuming voice with a slight smile. It looks very magnetic-he has become familiar with the female ghost's preferences, and in the process of getting along with him, he has always made sure that he will not do things such as raising his legs, blinking, shrugging, arranging his hair, staring at each other in such public social situations. Laughing uncontrollably, tapping with hands and feet, swearing constantly in conversation, putting hands on the shoulders of the person who is speaking, and so on... This would be regarded as a rude, unfamily hillbilly.
"Helena was born in the Middle Ages... When Voldemort was born, Muggle's European grandmother died for almost 30 years... How can these two people still use Victorian etiquette... Oh... Helena and her grandma watched too many TV shows …" Allen, who peeked at the scene, couldn't help but complain.
For Voldemort, because of the contract and his own sanity, he clearly knew that he had to please Helena in front of him, otherwise he would lose the interest and love of the other party, and he would be useless for Alan. On the contrary, he A trouble. So he decided to coax the somewhat deceptive "little princess" in front of him, and there may still be a chance to materialize in the future.
So Tom Riddle softly introduced Helena to some interesting things he knew about magic plants. The humorous words and phrases made Helena look very happy, and her face often appeared on Daisy’s face. That kind of smirk, and then she was suppressed by her remembering the etiquette problem.
At this time, Tom Riddle’s behavior as an old English gentleman also made Allen more dissatisfied in his heart. Although it was he who beat Tom as a ghost to Helena to relieve his daughter’s loneliness, he saw it with his own eyes. In front of him, this Voldemort was actually enough to abide by his duties, but it still made Alan finally understand what it feels like to be a father, and he began to taste a little bit.
"The mixture of mandala, sky fairy, and belladonna is hallucinogenic. I remember that there was a large cluster of mandala in the left corner of the garden..." Helena turned sideways very gracefully and stood neatly. The hand holding the fan was placed gracefully on his side, and his eyes looked to the left side of the garden. "There is also Ruta, which symbolizes luck. I will show you over there... There were nettles in the yard, but Ai After Aunt Mili had a little accident, my grandma got rid of them all."
"This thing can indeed cause intense pain to the living... It's safer to get rid of it." Voldemort, who was at least an arm's distance from Helena, abiding by the rules, did not abruptly fall on Helena, but politely. Turning to the other side, but his handsome milky face showed a very charming smile-in his heart he thought it was boring that a child touched the nettle by mistake, but he took the opportunity to recall that he had been there. When he was in the orphanage, Tom’s smile became more sincere when he remembered that he had brought an orphan who dared to oppose him to the pile of nettles after the other party’s screams of pleasure.
But suddenly, the smile of the young Dark Lord ghost stiffened.
As far as he could see, Allen's face suddenly emerged from the middle of a large green plant, his eyes raised coldly at Voldemort, and he raised his chin, then stretched out two fingers, slightly bent, and pointed their fingertips at him. His eyes dangled back and forth, and then pointed at Voldemort in the same posture.
Obviously the ghost couldn't feel the cold, but Voldemort couldn't help but slapped the spirit. The threatening warning from Allen's "bad" gaze couldn't be more obvious: He was staring at himself, making himself a steward.
Although the inner humiliation was stronger, the sane Dark Lord ghost immediately understood what he should do, and he quietly fell behind Helena by half a step.
Allen then retracted his head, he followed for a while, and from time to time he suddenly jumped out to warn several times, until Tom Riddle lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands in front of him, and made a gesture. The posture of the deputy steward as an entourage did not dare to have a surpassing post.
Seeing that his warning had taken effect, Allen took out his pocket watch and looked at it, secretly calculating the time and estimating that the operation should be almost complete. Then he stepped into the shadow of the branches without telling Voldemort.
Just stepping out of the temple and seeing Ellen’s figure, several clergymen dressed in blue robes hurried over to receive Ellen, wanting to lead the way for the voters of her goddess-before Luna’s promotion. The priests who were supposed to be false gods also got closer to their gods, and they now hope to please their goddess by pleasing her voters.
However, Allen just smiled at them and shook his head, raised his hand to signal that the other party did not need to come, and then opened his predictable left eye. After determining the prime minister's position in the temple, he walked towards Lavin on his own. The Temple of Crow was in the side of the temple, and stopped outside the door of the third room from the left.
Allen raised his hand and knocked gently on the door three times. The door was pulled open from the inside. Grindelwald appeared in front of Allen, who was a little surprised and a little surprised.
"Gellert, you are really fast." Allen walked in. He saw a box of eel jelly on the head of the Prime Minister's bed. "It seems that you are getting along well?"
"You didn't come at the welcoming ceremony before. I was proud to have a few more conversations with Anthony." Grindelwald noticed Alan's gaze, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "He seems to like me more than the performance I arranged. Craftsmanship."
"Ah, Principal Harris, are you finished?" The Muggle Prime Minister saw Alan enter and greeted him quickly, "Gellert has worked so hard for him these days."
"How do you feel?" Allen turned his attention to the prime minister on the hospital bed and looked at the other two beds.
At this time, the high priest Katie Bell is leading a young clergyman who is personally performing magic arts for the prime minister’s wife and prime minister’s son to relieve their pain after the operation, but it seems that although they are not proficient themselves, they are effective. It can still be guaranteed, because the subject is sleeping comfortably at this time.
"Thank you for your concern, Principal Harris. I just slept during the whole process, and there was no discomfort." The prime minister was very calm, and pointed to his head with a stretched eyebrow, "and I feel good now. Especially here, it seems that all the exhaustion accumulated over the years has been washed away, and it is cold and comfortable..."
Allen’s left eye shrank into pupils, and his gaze was fixed on the opponent. Now the hematopoietic stem cells on the donor of the Neville umbrella staff on the opponent are telling to replace his original function under the catalysis of magic—and the success of the prime minister’s family at this time is also With experience in the temple, you can start to operate on those Muggles who are more'own'.