In fact, Allen, who had used Lunn as bait in the room, did not immediately rush to the temple. Recalling the scene outside the window, he used the Phantom Incantation to conceal himself and silently walked to the garden.
At present, the two spirits, with their backs straight, maintained a sufficient distance from each other that a gentleman and a lady should maintain when conversing.
"I'm sorry, Helena. I didn't hear you clearly. Can you repeat what you said just now?" The young Tom Liddell, who had accidentally walked through a bunch of mistletoe, was stunned. He straightened his back and said in a moderate tone.
Helena took out the transparent fan from her waist and gently swiped it across her forehead. She then turned her face to the window and gestured.
Tom Liddell nodded slightly. He understood that Helena was using a Victorian lady's fan, parasol, gloves, and other personal items to convey her true feelings to a certain man. Swiping the fan across one's forehead meant "someone is watching us."
"Your family has been curious about my existence these days. They are only paying attention because they care about you." Tom also turned his head to the window. His slightly amused voice sounded very attractive. As he was starting to get familiar with the female spirit's preferences, he had been making sure that he would not do anything rash like crossing his legs, blinking his eyes, shrugging his shoulders, tidying his hair, staring at her, laughing uncontrollably, clapping his hands and feet, talking vulgarities, or putting his hand on the shoulder of the person he was talking to … This would be seen as a rude and uneducated country bumpkin.
"Helena was born in the Middle Ages … When Lord Voldemort was born, Muggle's European grandmother died almost 30 years ago … Why are these two using Victorian etiquette … Oh … Helena and her grandmother must have watched too many TV shows …" Allen, who was secretly watching them, could not help but complain in his heart.
To Lord Voldemort, because of the contract and his own rationality, he clearly knew that he had to please Helena in front of him. Otherwise, he would be useless to Allen if he lost her interest and affection. On the contrary, he would be a problem. So he decided to please this gullible 'little princess' in front of him. Perhaps he would have a chance to materialize in the future.
So Tom Liddell softly told Helena some of the interesting things he knew about magic plants. His humorous choice of words made Helena very happy. From time to time, a silly smile would appear on her face, which was often seen on Daisy's face. Then, she would remember the etiquette and suppress it.
At this time, Tom Liddell was behaving like an old English gentleman, which made Allen even more dissatisfied. Although he was the one who turned Tom into a spirit and gave him to Helena to alleviate her loneliness, seeing Lord Voldemort in front of him with his own eyes still made Allen finally understand what it was like to be a father. He began to feel a little jealous.
"The mixture of Jimsonweed, Nymph, and Belladonna will cause hallucinations. I remember there was a big bush of Jimsonweed in the left corner of the garden …" Helena turned around in a very ladylike manner and stood still properly. Her hand holding the fan elegantly placed by her side as she looked at the left side of the garden. "There's also rue, which symbolizes luck. Let me bring you to see it … There were nettles in the courtyard, but after Aunt Emily had a small accident, my grandmother removed them all."
"Nettles do cause a lot of pain to the living … It's safer to remove them." At least an arm's length away from Helena, the well-behaved Lord Voldemort did not look at Helena abruptly. Instead, he politely turned to the other side, but a very charming smile appeared on his handsome milky white face. He was not interested in this matter of a child accidentally touching nettles, but he took the opportunity to recall the time when he was in the orphanage. He remembered how he had put the opposing orphan into a pile of nettles and heard the child's screams. The joy he felt made Tom's smile a lot more sincere.
But suddenly, the young The Dark Lord's smile froze.
In his line of sight, Allen's face suddenly emerged from the middle of a large patch of green plants. He raised his chin at Voldemort with a cold gaze, then stretched out two fingers, slightly bent them, and waved them back and forth in front of his eyes. Then, he pointed at Voldemort with the same gesture.
As a spirit, he could not feel the cold, but Lord Voldemort could not help but shiver. The threat in Allen's "fierce" gaze could not be more obvious. He was staring at Lord Voldemort, telling him to abide by his identity as a butler.
Although the feeling of humiliation in his heart grew stronger, this Dark Devil King specter, who was rational enough, immediately understood what he should do. Without batting an eyelid, he took half a step behind Helena.
Only then did Allen retract his head. He secretly followed for a while, and suddenly jumped out to warn Tom Liddell a few times. At this time, Tom Liddell lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands in front of him, and assumed the posture of a butler, not daring to overstep.
Seeing that his warning was effective, Allen took out his pocket watch and secretly calculated the time. He estimated that the operation should be almost complete. Then, he stepped into the shadow of the tree without informing Lord Voldemort.
As soon as he stepped out of the temple and saw Allen's figure, a few clerics in blue robes hurried to receive him. They wanted to lead the way for the Chosen of their goddess. After Luna's ascension, these clerics, who were originally pseudo-gods, had become closer to their goddess. Now, they hoped to please their goddess by pleasing her Chosen.
But Allen just smiled and shook his head at them. He raised his hand and gestured for them not to come over. Then, he activated his prophetic left eye. After confirming the Prime Minister's position in the temple, he walked to the side hall of the Ravenclaw Temple and stopped outside the door of the third room from the left.
Allen raised his hand and gently knocked on the door three times. The door was opened from the inside. Grindelwald appeared in front of Allen with a surprised expression.
"Gellert, you're fast." Allen walked in and saw a box of jellied eel at the head of the Prime Minister's bed. "Seems like you two are getting along well?"
"You didn't come to the welcoming ceremony, so I happily chatted with Anthony for a while." Grindelwald noticed Allen's gaze. "He seems to like my cooking more than the performance I arranged."
"Ah, Headmaster Harris, are you done with your business?" Prime Minister Muggle saw Allen enter and quickly greeted him. "Gellert has been working hard these days."
"How do you feel?" Allen turned his attention to the Prime Minister on the sickbed and then looked at the other two beds.
At this moment, High Priestess Katie Bell was leading a young cleric to perform a divine spell on the prime minister's wife and son to relieve the pain after the surgery. But it seemed that even though they were not proficient in it, the effect was still guaranteed because the patients were sleeping comfortably at the moment.
"Thank you for your concern, Headmaster Harris. I just slept through the whole process. I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. " The Prime Minister's expression was very calm. His brows relaxed as he pointed at his own head. "And I feel very good now, especially here. It's as if the tiredness accumulated over the years has been washed away. It's cold and comfortable …"
Allen's left eye shrunk into a pupil as he fixed his gaze on the Prime Minister. Now, the hematopoietic stem cells from the donor of Neville's Umbrella in the Prime Minister's body were replacing his original function under the catalysis of magic. The success of the Prime Minister's family had also given the temple experience. They could now begin to operate on the Muggle who were more 'on their side'.
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