The eyebrows on Lord Voldemort's handsome face were furrowed. His nostrils flared in anger, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched, making his face look distorted and ferocious. I can't let him reveal this spelling method!
Lord Voldemort, whose mind was filled with this thought, could not help but raise his hand and shoot out a ray of green light. But then, he regained his senses and tensed his muscles, preparing to dodge the Avada Death Curse that he thought would be reversed by his opponent.
But Allen seemed to be stunned. He sat on the sofa with a horrified expression on his face. The green light hit him right in the chest.
"Ouch!"
Allen slumped back on the sofa, and a twisted and painful expression remained on his face.
"Master!" The guard exclaimed in surprise. "You did it!"
Lord Voldemort just took a deep breath, and the string in his mind snapped. Allen Harris was too powerful, and he had an overwhelming advantage over him. A heavy sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart.
"Almost, but it's still quite painful to be hit by the curse."
Allen's voice made the cheering guards freeze in place, as if they had been hit by the Petrification Curse. Lord Voldemort's exaggerated expression of horror disappeared, and he smiled at Tom. When he dueled with old Tom, he successfully predicted that The Dark Lord's more powerful Death Curse could only hurt him. But he did not take the risk to test it then. But today, when young Tom released the Death Curse, he treated it as an experiment. The result showed that although young Lord Voldemort's Death Curse was much stronger than Umrich's, it could not even make him have a nosebleed.
Lord Voldemort's pale face turned a little blue. He growled, "Allen Harris … Let's talk things out. What do you want me to do? … Hmm?!! "
Voldemort's mouth was suddenly grabbed by Allen's outstretched hand and pinched open his chin. He even stuck his head out to look at the Black Devil King's teeth.
There was a crisp sound.
Lord Voldemort, who was surprised by the sudden attack, slapped Allen's hand away. Allen did not care. He just narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, and looked at Lord Voldemort from top to bottom. He circled him a few times. "You seem to care about your appearance now. It's just that you dress a little plainly."
Lord Voldemort's gaze reminded him of his childhood. It was similar to the first time he met Dumbledore and was threatened with burning his wardrobe. This made him breathe quickly and angrily. He asked in a sharp voice, "What do you want?"
At this time, Shidan, who had just recovered from the shock of Alan being able to survive the Avada Death Curse, began to feel shocked again. He felt that Alan's gaze was strange. Although the gaze did not fall on him, he felt uncomfortable all over.
Rumble ~ ~ ~
The sound of stomach growling broke the tense atmosphere.
Lord Voldemort stared coldly at his subordinate who embarrassed him. When he met his master's cold gaze, Shidan, who was tense all over, almost screamed. It was close to the usual meal time. His empty stomach was crying out in hunger, which made his stomach growl. This caused cold sweat to instantly seep out from his back. He began to worry in his heart. Even if Alan Harris would let him off, now that he had seen him make a fool of himself after hearing his master's words, and now that he had lost his master's face, this Black Devil King, who could be considered to be quite tolerant, would reveal his hidden, less forgiving side.
However, this also made Allen's eyebrows relax. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Then, he took out a few scotch eggs and two soft buttered bread from his pocket and put them on the table in front of the sofa.
Allen showed a friendly smile. "I just heard your stomach say that it was hungry. I happen to have a piece of bread here. I'm not hungry yet. I'll treat you to it."
"Uh … Thank you?"
Although he felt that the character of the master of the floating city in front of him was more unpredictable and strange, Shidan stretched out his hand in trepidation. He didn't dare not to take the food, so he could only tear a piece of bread and stuff it into his mouth.
Lord Voldemort, who was panting with anger, took a deep breath and calmed down. He glanced at the food, raised his head, and didn't take it. Then, he lowered his head without a smile. He picked up the quilt and touched the cola with his lips to make the scene less awkward.
"Actually, my purpose is very simple." Allen leaned back on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and said enthusiastically to Lord Voldemort, "My house is quite big. You're welcome to come to my house to play. If you're tired, you can stay at my place. No problem."
Lord Voldemort was very surprised by Allen's purpose. He really didn't understand the meaning of Harris' words. He leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively, "Headmaster Harris, do you mean that you want me to join Family Harris?"
Shidan quietly moved his body. He, who grew up in the modern wizard society, thought of more things. His hand holding the bread was faintly trembling, and he dared not look up. He knew that some pure-blooded wizards had special fetishes. There was once a wizard named Jag who used similar means to trick his neighbor, a little wizard who lived with his grandmother. And Allen Harris in front of him, although he heard that he only did things to witches, who knew if he would get tired of it and wanted to use The Dark Lord to change his taste. Some people seemed to think that it would bring some sense of conquest.
"If you're willing to join, that would be great. It would also save us a lot of trouble … Uh, please wait a moment …" Allen's tone was very calm. He began to reach for his waist bag and rummaged inside.
Lord Voldemort looked coldly at Allen's movements. His fingers tightened on the coke cup. He understood that Allen's understatement meant that he didn't take his strength seriously, which was why he spoke in such a casual tone. The young Tom recalled the information he had collected. He knew that when Allen was in the fifth grade, another powerful him had tried to subdue Allen Harris. He began to suspect that the wizard in front of him wanted to take revenge — because Harris always paid back what he owed.
However, The Dark Lord, who was more rational in his mind, immediately grasped his magic robe with his thin and slender fingers. He secretly thought about it and was secretly delighted.
There was no doubt that Allen Harris's current strength was related to Family Harris and Ravenclaw. The young The Dark Lord realized that if he joined Harris, he could learn magical knowledge that he couldn't learn anywhere else. Moreover, if Harris was willing to accept a powerful subordinate into Family Harris because of his magical talent, they would help him clear his name. It would be much easier than dealing with it himself.
The clothes floated in the air. Allen took out a pair of black dragon leather boots from his waist bag. His gaze swept across Lord Voldemort, who was dressed in a simple black robe. "Please don't move. It won't hurt you. I made it according to the old one. Let's see if it fits."
The young The Dark Lord, who had already understood the situation, did not resist. Although he felt a little different to the touch of his body, he looked down and saw that his clothes had changed.
He had already changed into a white shirt, a dark green vest, and a dark green bow tie. Below the shirt was a pair of perfectly ironed black trousers without a single wrinkle … These clothes were elegant enough. Even the pair of leather boots were on his feet. The movement of his hair on one side of his forehead told him that his hairstyle had also been tidied up.
However, the new white gloves on Voldemort's hands gave off a strong butler and attendant style, which made him and his subordinate Stan feel that something was off. If he had joined the Harris Family with those protective uniforms, it would make sense, because it was obvious that the other family had brought their German style over.
"What do you want me to do?"
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