"I have to tell you something first, Tom." Allen looked at the young Tom in front of him teasingly. "You and Bellatrix have a daughter, named Delphi by your other self. Now, I've entrusted her to Miss Hermione Granger to take care of. This child is quite talented. I'll personally teach her magic in the future."
Lord Voldemort's expression changed quickly. He had long known that he already had a daughter, but she was born by his other self, so he did not have much feelings for her. However, out of proper etiquette, he awkwardly thanked Lin Li. "For letting her be taken care of … I have to thank you, Principal Harris. Your magnanimity is worthy of your bloodline …"
After he finished speaking, Lord Voldemort felt even more awkward and uncomfortable. Although he was surprised that Allen wanted to personally teach his daughter, when he thought of his own daughter being taken care of by a mud-like person, it was clearly a blasphemy and defilement. However, Lord Voldemort did not intend to take her back to take care of her himself.
"Me asking you to go over is actually similar to what I'm doing for you." Allen's tone was very calm and casual. "I'm asking you to go over because I want you to help me take care of my daughter …"
Lord Voldemort clenched his white gloves so tightly that they became distorted. Harris was not interested in his talent or taking revenge on his other self for recruiting him at the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he was delusional enough to want him to be his child's nanny!
"How dare you!" Lord Voldemort could not restrain his anger and asked. "Besides, you're so trusting of me! Lord Voldemort! The Dark Lord! To take care of a baby?!!! "
"Oh, it's not a baby. You're too late. I've already found someone to take care of my unborn child." Allen shook the coke in his hand. "I want you to take care of my daughter, who is older than me …" He shook his head and looked directly at the angry Lord Voldemort. "This is also your own fault in school. You have to take responsibility for your mistakes. Tom, you're the one who deceived my daughter first."
Allen's words made Stan feel like his brain was in a mess. Has the principal of Hogwarts gone mad? What nonsense is this guy talking about?
Lord Voldemort slightly raised his chin. He was silent, but his breathing was a little rapid. An idea came to his mind, but he felt that it was too ridiculous. The handsome The Dark Lord was speechless.
"As a father, I want my daughter to be happy. But this doesn't mean that I want to find a partner for her. I actually don't like you more than Barrow. " Alan's expression turned cold, "You may not have edited the news of the temple yet, but my daughter can now materialize, so you can use the language you're best at to make her happy and accompany her to play around when you're free … You're just her attendant or butler, but Tom, don't imagine that you can call me father-in-law … and I'll make sure of this …"
At this time, Allen had become somewhat like Luna's old father, but it was clear that because he was stronger, he could do what Xenophilius Lovegood could not do.
Hearing this, Lord Voldemort was sure that the absurd speculation in his heart was actually true. Jealousy bit into Lord Voldemort's heart, and then creeped through his bones, into his blood vessels, and spread throughout his body. When Allen Harris returned to the past, not only did he receive the recognition and inheritance of the founder, he even had a child with the founder!
The Dark Lord, who claimed to be the successor of Slytherin, recalled that he could not fully receive the recognition of Slytherin's secret room because of his mixed blood. Then he realized that his deepest wish in the past was to become the true successor of the founder and be recognized by others.
Comparing the two, Lord Voldemort suddenly felt like a clown. He used to be like a serf in ancient times who guessed that the nobles could eat enough black bread for every meal! Jealousy and inferiority overwhelmed the arrogance that had always protected him, and the Dark Lord lost control of his facial muscles. He looked up at Allen with a twisted expression.
A blank scroll of parchment on the desk in the room suddenly flew towards Allen. It floated in the air and unfolded in front of Allen.
Allen stretched out his hand, and his abnormally pale fingers lit up instantly. He began to write in Latin on the plain parchment without any decorations. At the same time, he muttered, "I don't know if the enslavement gemstone will still work in the future. The consequence of breaking the unbreakable oath is death. This can't guarantee that Tom's state will still work in the future. It's better to use it on the soul contract …"
The young Lord Voldemort knew that this was a method that Allen had obtained from the devil. He knew that Allen would use these methods to restrict his movements when he brought him back. However, when he heard that the enslavement gemstone and the unbreakable oath were useless, and that he could not speak clearly with the last soul of the devil, he felt an inexplicable sense of panic from the bottom of his heart.
Allen, who was already familiar with using this method to secure a deal, quickly finished writing and handed it to Lord Voldemort beside him.
"Tom, please sign your name at the back if there's no problem." Allen retracted his hand after Lord Voldemort took a sip of his drink. Then, his eyes suddenly widened as if he had thought of something. He began to dig into his pocket. "By the way, you've split your soul too many times … Your soul is too weak … I'll help you replenish it now, but I don't have much time for you to take it slowly. You'll probably be a little full, but I believe that your current situation will allow you to hold on …"
Allen took out a handful of gemstones and threw them on the table. From time to time, the heads of spiders would flash in each gemstone. This attracted the attention of Lord Voldemort, who had just started to read the treaty, and the guards who were trying their best to minimize their presence at the side.
Immediately, the soul gemstones of these eight-eyed spiders disintegrated under the touch of Allen's palm. Traces of soul energy floated out of the gemstones, entangled together, and turned into a long black-red snake.
Then, Allen turned his head sideways, and his face looked a little unreal through the dense soul energy. "Sorry, Stan, I think you also understand that both Tom and I will think that you'd better be quiet in the future … I think that as a loyal Death Eater, you will be willing to accept those oaths of yours …"
Without waiting for Stan, who had just finished his bread, to respond, his soul, which still had a shocked and puzzled expression, was extracted by Allen and mixed with the souls of the spiders. Allen moved his mouth closer and took a deep breath. Among the energy, whether it was Stan's happy emotions or sad memories, or even the low-level emotions of the spiders, all jumped into Allen's mouth like a long snake.
Under the spell casting and energy interference, Allen's unreal face became even more blurred, making him look like a Dementor kissing a victim. Finally, Allen slowly began to exhale. The impurities contained in the soul were spat out by him and dissipated in the air, while the remaining pure soul energy swarmed toward Lord Voldemort and forcibly poured into his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
"I know that you know how to absorb it." Allen relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. He patted his hands and blew away the ashes that Stan had turned into. "I also got the original version from Blake's house. Although he also damaged your brain, he was able to support you to make so many soul tools."
At this time, Lord Voldemort's hand was still holding the contract that he had not had the time to read, but when he felt the soul energy pouring into his body, joy and shock rose from the bottom of his heart and gradually expanded, causing his whole body to heat up and tremble. After the initial advancement, he was now trying to open his eyes and mouth wide to let the energy enter more easily. The Dark Lord's slender fingers, which were like spider legs, grabbed the sofa under him. In addition to the pain caused by absorbing so much energy in such a short period of time, it was also because of the greed in his heart that was crazily clamoring.
Lord Voldemort thought that he finally knew the secret of why Allen Harris was so powerful at such a young age — Harris had mastered the ability to purify souls and replenish himself! After absorbing all the energy, Lord Voldemort, whose broken soul was nourished, let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Thank you. My soul has not been so comfortable for a long time. You have helped it to rid itself of the feeling of fragmentation and emptiness."
At this time, Dark Lord did not have much rejection. He even bowed slightly to Allen and thanked him sincerely. In his heart, he began to think about how he must learn this legendary skill after joining Harris. He even realized that Allen and Ravenclaw were not only looking at this world, but had begun to fantasize about finding out the secret of Ravenclaw's ascension to godhood. He had studied Allen's purpose before and speculated that it must be related to faith.
Allen nodded with satisfaction. "That's good. Then quickly take a look at the contract. If there are no problems, sign it and come back with me … But before you see my daughter, you have to receive some basic training from Maggie."
Although there was no rejection in his heart, Lord Voldemort was cautious and did not sign it immediately. He first checked that there were no additional words disguised as decorative patterns on the contract. Then, he began to quickly browse the contents of the contract in his hand.
At the beginning, Lord Voldemort had listed that he had to listen to Helena Ravenclaw's every word, be at her beck and call at all times … In order to obtain replenishment and to strengthen the soul, this was the real way to escape death. These harsh requirements were not a big deal in Lord Voldemort's eyes.
And what made Tom ecstatic was that there were not too many restrictions on his actions by Harris. There were more restrictions in terms of confidentiality. When he browsed to the end, his joy was instantly swept away. He no longer held his head high and his back straight. His trembling fingers crumpled the parchment, and his voice sounded almost suffocating. "Principal Harris, don't …"
"Be obedient... Compared to being killed by me and enduring eternal pain in a place between life and death, I believe that the current you is rational enough to decide what to do... You should know that if you were that Tom without a nose, I wouldn't be happy." Allen reached out and patted the stiff Lord Voldemort's shoulder. "In the future, if others know that Tom Liddell has become the servant of Allen Harris and Rona Ravenclaw's daughter Helena, it won't be embarrassing …"
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