The young Lord Voldemort's black jade-like hair swayed a few times before falling a little lower. He sat quietly beside Allen as if nothing had happened, but the turbulence in his heart was the complete opposite of his calm appearance. Up close, the gap between him and the younger Allen Harris was even bigger than he had imagined.
Under the cover of his magic robe, the Lord Voldemort clenched his slender fingers, his unwillingness and humiliation making his veins pop out. The humiliation made his eyes burn, and his heart burn like fire. Finally, he calmed down, just like when Dumbledore rejected his application for the position of professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "Principal Harris, call me Lord Voldemort … Let's get straight to the point, which country do you want to make livelier? Germany, the United States, or Bulgaria? My men and I will no longer be silent, and we can attack at any time. "
"Tom, you are indeed smarter than your future self at this age, but a little too smart." Allen crossed his legs indifferently, his voice indifferent. "But have you ever considered that what you want to do after I resurrect you has nothing to do with me, but now that you have said this … Am I not the mastermind and the villain behind the scenes? Am I not the one who harmed those people you harmed? "
Now that Stan knew why his young master could be resurrected, he was completely speechless. The red light in the young Dark Lord's eyes reminded him of the older The Dark Lord, and he was worried that he would not be able to get away with it if he saw the young The Dark Lord in the future. What scared him even more was that Allen Harris had told him the truth in front of him … The pressure from both the Dark Lord and the master of the floating city made the poor guard start to tremble.
Lord Voldemort's slender index finger pinched his palm tightly. The way the young man spoke and rejected him made him want to bite Allen's annoying face a few times. However, his rationality made him secretly think that since Allen had not done anything to him yet, there must be something he needed him to do.
Young Tom, who already knew from the video that the young man had a way to deal with the curse, calmed his black eyes and said calmly, "Principal Harris … I have a question. How did you find my location so precisely?"
This was indeed what puzzled Stan the guard. He knew exactly how powerful the defensive spells on the top floor were. The anti-prophecy, divination, and all the elaborate defensive measures here told him that they had not been detected by magic, and that Pency Parkinson had not been able to come up to this floor.
A shadow flashed across Lord Voldemort's face. He did not miss any of the expressions on Allen's face. Although he still did not know what the young man wanted, he wanted to solve his doubts before he laid all his cards on the table. The defensive spells that he set up himself had alerted him when Allen teleported over. Although they did not complete their original task and were caught by the young man, it also meant that even Allen could not detect his presence without his knowledge. However, how did Allen accurately pinpoint his location and teleport over? This was the biggest knot in Lord Voldemort's heart.
"Your anti-prying and divination spells were not triggered because I did not use any magic at all …" Allen said as he directed Lord Voldemort's kitchen to summon three glass glasses. He poured some cola from his waist bag into the glasses and distributed them to Lord Voldemort and the guard.
Stan the guard was flattered and took the glass. However, he had never drunk a Muggle before and choked on a mouthful of it. Lord Voldemort held Allen's glass between his fingers. When he saw the guard's embarrassed expression, he did not want to drink it.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to remind you that there's some air in it … This is the selling point of this drink … Also, Tom, I have to say that you're indeed a smart person at your age. However, you're Slytherin and I'm Ravenclaw." Allen picked up his glass and took a sip before saying in satisfaction, "Your magic talent is indeed amazing. You've invented a lot of magic at such a young age. Although I developed the flying spell with reference to the Dementors, it was indeed because of the inspiration you gave me that I found the right direction so quickly … Also, you know that Harry is quite talented in black magic and combat magic because of your soul fragment …" Allen raised his glass to Lord Voldemort again and took another sip before shaking his head. "Unfortunately, you grew up in an orphanage in the Muggle World and did not receive a good magic education from a young age … This inevitably caused you to waste your talent … You lack knowledge about the common knowledge of the magic world such as soul vessels and house elves. Your self-esteem and arrogance caused you to be unable to see the things that are actually very beneficial … This caused some of your choices to seem ridiculous and stupid to me and Abusi …"
Upon hearing Allen's sarcasm, the young Lord Voldemort had actually investigated the things that his other self had done. He had seen Allen Harris mocking him on TV when he chased Dumbledore out of school … Now that he was talking about these things in front of him, it was undoubtedly a kind of humiliation.
Seeing that Lord Voldemort did not respond, Allen did not break the silence. Instead, he looked at him with a happy expression.
"Fate has always been unfair. If I were born in a family like yours, the two of us would be able to talk in different positions!" Lord Voldemort's voice was louder and colder than before. His heart was gnawed by jealousy. Allen Harris was born in a pure-blooded family. His parents and brothers were all elites. He even traveled to ancient times and met the founder of Hogwarts. The founder left him with things that allowed him to come into contact with magic that ordinary pure-blooded children could not come into contact with at a young age. He received the most elite education. His companions were those stupid, ignorant, and cowardly Muggle children in the orphanage. His toys were also those broken stones and dolls …
"If it were me, even if I lived in the Muggle Orphanage, I would still have ways to make use of things that were more beneficial to me … It's just that your blind and paranoid personality prevented you from seeing these things … The eyesight of snakes is too poor. Lions and badgers are far inferior to eagles … You see, I'm a pure-blooded, but I can make use of things that are not magic …" Allen pointed his slender finger in the direction of the window. His tone was a little sarcastic. "I asked the prime minister of Muggle to borrow some gadgets used by the Muggle agents … I asked Pency to use the toys that the Muggle children play with to see you clearly through the window …"
The young Lord Voldemort twitched in anger. His black eyes were bloodshot and redder. After his resurrection, he had spent a lot of time accepting the fact that he would be defeated by Allen Harris using magic. But now, Allen had used such a dirty Muggle toy …
Stan was also a little annoyed and even complained. He had already warned his master about Pency's problem, but both he and his master had too much blind faith in magic.
"Don't you and Nagini usually talk to each other?" Allen had the same annoying smile on his face that Harry had when he saw Dracula in the first grade. "When she was young, Queenie Goldstein wanted to break the lock on the door of a room in the Congress of Magic. The door was covered with many defensive spells. Queenie tried many lockpicking spells but couldn't open the door at all … But her Muggle lover … Oh, these Americans call him a chicken … Anyway, this fat guy kicked the door open easily … Tom, you should …"
"My name is Lord Voldemort! I don't care about these dirty things! " Lord Voldemort could no longer suppress his anger. His face was full of anger, and he looked more like the future Lord Voldemort than ever before.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle.
(Riddle.) " Allen drew a few lines in the air with his finger and wrote three shining lines of his name. Then he waved his finger and the letters automatically changed their positions. "I am Lord Voldemort.
(Volde-mort.) "
"Very good. It seems that someone you encountered told you the meaning of this name." The young Dark Lord said with satisfaction. "I came up with a new name for myself. I knew that one day, when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world, no wizard would dare to say this name easily!"
"These little riddles are not a challenge for Ravenclaw, who needs to guess riddles to get in and out of the lounge every day." Allen sneered. "But as I said just now, the snake's vision is too narrow. You can't see that there is more than one possibility. As long as you can prove one, you can't understand it. There may be a second and a third …"
After that, Allen waved his finger again, and the shining letters automatically began to arrange themselves again. Finally, they combined into — Mr. Tom, A Fake JJ Lover (Lover, Lover, Lover,
Lover).
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