Vol 2 Chapter 1324: ?Mr. Tom, a fake JJ lover

The young Voldemort's black jade hair shook a few times and then dropped a little lower. He sat quietly next to Allen, as if nothing had happened just now, but the turbulence in his heart was the opposite of the calm on the outside-close range Contact, the gap between himself in his twenties and the younger Alan Harris is bigger than he thought.
Under the cover of the magic robe, Voldemort squeezed his slender fingers, unwilling and humiliating to expose its veins. The humiliation now made his eyes hot, and his heart burned. Finally, he calmed down, just like when Dumbledore rejected his application for the post of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts: "Principal Harris, call me Voldemort... Let’s be straightforward. Which country do you want to be more lively? Germany, the United States, or Bulgaria? My men and I will no longer be silent and can launch attacks at any time."
"Tom, you are really smarter than you in the future at this age, but some are too smart." Allen cocked his legs indifferently, his voice indifferent, "But have you ever considered that after I resurrected you, you What you are going to do has nothing to do with me, but now you say so... Am I not the man behind the scenes and the villain? Didn't the people you killed me kill?"
The guard Stan who now knew why his young master could be resurrected was completely afraid to speak. The red eyes of the young Dark Lord at this time reminded him of the older Dark Lord. He was very worried about seeing him afterwards. In such a dilemma, he could not please, and what made him more fearful, Alan Harris told the matter in front of him... The double pressure of the Dark Lord and the owner of the floating city made the poor guard begin to shiver. .
Voldemort's lanky index finger squeezed his palm tightly. This way of speaking and the refusal of the other party made him want to make a few shots of Avada gnawing at Alan's nasty face, but reason also made his heart wonder, since Alan Now that he hasn't done anything to him, there must be something he needs to accomplish.
The young Tom, who had already known from the video that the other party had a way to deal with the Killing Curse, his dark eyes turned back to a calm feeling, he calmly said: "Principal Harris...I have a question, how did you find my position accurately?"
This is indeed the place where the guard Stan is puzzled. He fully knows how powerful the defensive magic at the top is. Those counter-prophecy, divination, and all the careful defensive measures here tell him that they have not been detected by magic, that Pansy. Parkinson has never been up to this floor.
There was a shadow on Voldemort’s face. He did not miss any expression on Alan’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 him sent an alarm to Allen when he was sent over. Although they did not complete their original defensive task and let themselves be caught by the opponent, this also shows that even Alan could not be ignorant of him. Under the circumstances of love, he used magic to detect his existence, but how Allen accurately located his location and transmitted it is the biggest knot that now makes Voldemort's new doubt and unwillingness.
"Your anti-spy divination and prediction magic was not triggered because I didn't use magic at all..." Allen said as he commanded Voldemort's room and kitchen, inviting three glass cups, poured them into them and took them out of his pockets. The Coke that came out was distributed to Voldemort and Ah's guards.
The guard Stan accepted it flattered, but he who had never drank a Muggle drink was choked by the anger in it, and Voldemort held Alan’s cup between his fingers. Seeing the guard’s embarrassing expression, He didn't even mean to drink it.
"Sorry, I forgot to remind you that it’s a bit angry...this is the selling point of this drink... Besides, Tom, I have to say that you are indeed a smart person at this age, but you are Slytherin, and I’m not Wenclaw." Allen took a cup and said comfortably after taking a sip, "Your magical talent is indeed amazing. You invented a lot of magic at a young age. Although I personally refer to that flying magic Developed by the Dementor, but it is indeed because of your inspiration that made me find the right direction so quickly... And you know, Harry fights against the dark magic because of your soul fragment. Quite talented..." Allen raised a glass to Voldemort again without waiting for him to respond and took another sip, then he shook his head, "But unfortunately, you were raised in an orphanage in the Muggle World since you were a kid. Get a good education in magic since childhood...This inevitably makes you waste your talents...You lack knowledge of the magic world such as Horcrux and house elves, and your self-abasement personality makes you unable to see The things that are actually very useful... make some of your choices seem ridiculous and stupid for me and Albus..."
Hearing Alan’s sarcasm, the young Voldemort himself had already known another thing he had done through investigations. He had seen on TV that Alan Harris took it when he drove Dumbledore out of school. These ridicule myself... and it is undoubtedly a shame to say these things in front of my own face now.
Seeing that Voldemort did not respond, Allen did not break the silence, but looked at each other with a cheerful expression.
"Fate has always been unfair. If I came from a family like yours, the two of us can talk in a different place!" Voldemort's voice was higher and colder than before, and his heart was bitten by jealousy: Ai Len Harris was born in a pure-blooded family. His parents and elder brothers are all elites. He also traveled to the ancient times to strengthen the founder of Hogwarts. The other side left him with things that allowed him to come into contact with ordinary pure-blood families from an early age. The magic that children can't touch, get the most elite education-and his own companions are the stupid, ignorant, cowardly Muggles in the orphanage, and the toys are also the broken stones and dolls...
"For me, even if I live in a Muggle orphanage, there are actually ways to take advantage of more things that are beneficial to you... It's just that your blind and paranoid personality prevents you from seeing this... The eyesight of snakes is too bad, lions Badgers are also far inferior to eagles... You see, I am a pureblood, but I can use things that are not magic..." Allen's slender finger pointed in the direction of the window, and his tone was somewhat mocking, "I'm looking for The Muggle Prime Minister borrowed some gadgets used by the Muggle agents... I told Pansy to use the toys that the Muggle kids played with, and then the agents used the camera from your window to see you clearly..."
The young Voldemort twitched angrily, forcibly tolerated his dark eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and became more red-he has spent a lot of time accepting that he will be used by Alan Harris since he was resurrected. The fact that magic is defeated, but the other party actually used such a dirty Muggle thing...
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The guard Stan was also a little annoyed and even complained. He had reminded his master Pansy of the problem, but he and his master had blindly trusted magic.
"Do you and Nagini usually don't communicate?" Allen wore a smile like the one on Harry's face when he saw Decola in first grade. UU Read www. uukanshu.com "Queenie Goldstein, whom she knew when she was young, tried to break the lock of the door of the Magic Congress room. This door was put on many defensive spells. Queenie tried a variety of unlocking spells but couldn’t make it The door opened to the slightest...but her Muggle lover...oh, these Yankees are called Mochi...Anyway, this fat guy kicked the door open with ease...Tom, you should..."
"My name is Voldemort! I don't care about these dirty things!" Voldemort's anger couldn't be suppressed, his face was full of anger, and he looked more like the future Voldemort than ever before.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Allen drew his fingers in the air a few times and wrote three shining names. Then he waved his fingers and the letters automatically switched positions. "I am Lord Voldemort (IamLordVolde-mort)."
"Very well, it seems that someone you have encountered I told you this meaning." The young Dark Lord said with satisfaction, "I came up with a new name for myself. I knew then that one day, when I became the world When the greatest magician, wizards everywhere dare not easily say this name!"
"These anagram tricks are not a challenge for Ravenclaw, who needs to guess in and out of the lounge every day." Allen said with a sneer, "but like I said earlier, the snake's eyes are too narrow. You can’t see that there’s not only one possibility. As long as one is confirmed, you can’t understand it. There is also a second and third...
After talking, Alan waved his finger again, and the glowing letters began to arrange automatically again, and the final combination became-Mr. Tom, a fake JJ fan (Mr.Tom, aDildolover).