Upon seeing the fear and disgust on Hermione's face, coupled with her conflicted expression because she knew that it was Allen who was pretending to be her, the red eyes on Allen's flat snake face flashed.
"Hermione, look at my impersonation, don't you think so?" Allen cleared his throat after speaking in his original voice. Then, a bright smile appeared on his snake face. "Hey hey hey …"
"Allen, don't you think this is a little … disrespectful … Uh … Pfft …" Hermione began to be serious out of habit. However, the incongruity caused by the silly smile on Allen's terrified Lord Voldemort's face caused her to burst out laughing. Her shoulders could not help but relax as well. "Just his laughter alone is not enough."
"Actually, it's very easy to imitate his speech. You only need to grasp three key points." Allen extended his left hand that did not look like a prosthetic limb and stretched out three spider leg-like fingers. "First, learn the pronunciation of the Death Demanding Curse. Try to slow down the speed of your speech as much as possible, just like a person who's about to die. Second, make your actions seem a little silly. Like leaning back and using a somewhat sissy old wand holding posture. Third, be like Draco. It's best if you keep talking about Harry or Dumbledore … "
"Huh?" Hermione's expression became blank.
"Harry Pott … The boy who survived the disaster is here to die …" Allen used his nasal cavity to pronounce the words. His tone sounded like he was about to stop breathing but did not stop. His mummified Victor's hand that was holding the wand curled up, making a French orchid gesture. Then, he began to lean back and raised the wand above his head, exposing his pale arm to exaggerate half a circle. With a silly voice, he shouted, "Avada nibbling on melons …"
"Burp … Ahahaha …" Hermione laughed so hard that she could not straighten her back. Tears came out from the corner of her eyes and her disheveled brown hair fell in front of her. "Compared to the Lord Voldemort, Allen, you … You're a bit like how Draco talks about … Harry …" She laughed with difficulty and said intermittently. Then, she forced her smile back. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said such bad things about Harry and Dumbledore."
At this time, the wand in Allen's hand that was previously confiscated from the young The Dark Lord emitted a fart sound and green smoke.
"Allen, stop it …" Hermione bit the tip of her tongue until she could not stop laughing. Suddenly, she squeezed her legs together and her face was a little red. She laughed so hard that she even peed a few drops.
Allen who noticed this did not say anything. Instead, he waited for Hermione to calm down before he continued to imitate the Lord Voldemort's tone and hissed, "My loyal servant, Death Eater Granger, it's time for you to transform into Bellatrix for your master."
Allen's deliberate attitude could no longer make Hermione, who was still a little embarrassed, indulge too much. She had more or less gotten used to the Lord Voldemort's tone. Hermione recalled the way he spoke when he was photographed in the Ministry of Magic battle. She coughed a few times and then imitated Bella's baby-like voice with a sharp voice and replied, "Honorable The Dark Lord, Bella will immediately transform according to your command."
However, the transformation process was not as immediate as what the fake Death Eater said. Hermione held the photo that Allen stuffed into her hand and thought of the image of Bellatrix that she saw in the newspaper. She pondered for a long time until she was sure that she would not make a fool of herself. Then, she began to transform her hair, cheeks, and body.
The girl in front of her was gone. She had turned into a famous female Death Eater. Whether it was her black curly hair, swollen eyes, or sunken cheeks, she looked haggard and skinny. These details were enough to distinguish her from the gentle mother of the Tonks.
"I think Narcissa would have a hard time distinguishing you right away, Hermione. This transformation is very successful. I saw Bellatrix look like this some time ago. "Allen clapped his hands and was not stingy with his praise.
However, Hermione was now putting on her waist bag. She took out a mirror from it, enlarged it and suspended it in the air. Then, she looked at the mirror carefully.
"Her hair volume is not good, but it's still too much compared to my hair volume …" Hermione raised her hand and pulled her black curly hair that looked even more explosive. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and made them shrink back a lot. Then, she stared at Bellatrix's fierceness in the photo and frowned. "This doesn't look like a compound potion. I still have to adjust my body … Allen, now I'm just short of clothes. Do you have a photo of Bellatrix looking from the back?"
"You want to use magic to transform? No need, I've prepared clothes for the trip in the afternoon. " Allen stood up from the sofa and took off his magic robe with both hands. He then said to Hermione, "If I wear a hood to change my face, the camera won't be able to capture it clearly. But it's better to change my clothes into real ones. Who knows that the fairies would add some extra measures like a waterfall to prevent thieves …"
As he spoke, Allen took off the magic robe that he had been wearing for almost two years, revealing his underwear inside. Then, he casually put the expensive mass-produced grand arcanist robe into his waist bag and took out a magic robe made of seven kinds of dark green that was almost black. This Lord Voldemort style robe had no seams. It made Allen, the fake Lord Voldemort, who was beginning to put it on his head, look more like the real Lord Voldemort who was like a ghost.
Seeing the 'Lord Voldemort' in front of her taking off his clothes neatly and wearing only his underwear in front of her, Hermione's face turned red all the way to her ears. As if she had done something immoral, she hurriedly cursed and turned her head away. However, Allen who noticed this smirked and took out a few clothes and boots from his waist bag. He unfolded them and threw them over. A dress was thrown over Hermione's head.
The fake Bella who was ambushed managed to grab the clothes with great difficulty. She saw that the fake Lord Voldemort, Allen, had already sat back on the sofa. He spread his arms and placed them on the back of the sofa. The real Lord Voldemort who was proud of the traditional etiquette of pure-bloods leaned against the sofa and looked at her in an inelegant posture.
"Allen, when you were in the lower grades, you still had the grace to find a reason to give up the train and give me time and space to change my school uniform …" Hermione hugged him in annoyance when she saw the look on his face. "Turn around … At least close your eyes …"
"Before Harry became an adult, when the Order of the Phoenix and the rest created seven Harry to move him away, I heard that the Tonks also changed their clothes in front of him without any scruples … I think they even fell down when they were naked …" Allen looked at Hermione's uncomfortable expression and took Harry as an example as he said in a nonchalant tone.
"But I'm Bellatrix now! That she-devil! She even transformed into the image of Tonks' mother! " Hermione complained but her hands began to move. She stood up and quickly took off the magic robe on her body, revealing her underwear that did not match her image at all.
First, she put on the black dress that was easier to wear. Then, she picked up the very tight black leather jacket and looked at it to distinguish the front from the back. Then, she put it on over her head and pulled it down with some difficulty. Finally, she put her feet into the pair of high-heeled leather boots with difficulty.
Hermione, who was not used to high heels and Bella's height, almost fell down when she stood up. Her advantage in attributes allowed her to regain her balance. She awkwardly walked to Allen and showed him her hands with a gentle expression that had never been seen on the face of the Blake Family's Black Witch. "How do I look?"
Hermione's clothes were obviously very different from what she usually wore. The front of the dress was very low, but it was not a narrow V-neck. Instead, it was a slightly wide U-neck. The center point was right between her two breasts, showing the curves on both sides. There were only a few vertical lines connecting the shoulders and sleeves, revealing her white and bare shoulders.
"You look so much like Hermione. In terms of appearance … I think she can't even tell the difference between the real one and the fake one." Allen continued to praise Bellatrix. Bellatrix in front of him began to raise her chin slightly and smile.
This made the Black Witch look like a good student who had just been praised. Allen touched his chin. Hermione's appearance was very similar, but her straight back, slightly raised forehead, and upright posture were all like Hermione's.
"Hermione, you have to be like me. Make yourself look more arrogant …" Allen reminded her. His gaze suddenly stopped between Hermione's lips and teeth. "Also, Bellatrix's teeth were rotten when she was in Azkaban. She didn't seem to fix them after that."
"Oh, my God … teeth …" The fake Bellatrix wailed. She reluctantly touched her neat white teeth through her lips and couldn't make up her mind for a long time. Then, she realized that Allen's version of Lord Voldemort was looking at her with a cheeky smile. She relaxed a little and said shyly, "Allen, don't tease me. The surveillance camera can't capture the teeth in my mouth!"
"Hermione, actually, I think after experiencing the taste of rotten teeth, we will cherish our good teeth more. This is a good opportunity to get a new experience … Wouldn't it be a pity if we miss it?" Allen shook his finger at Hermione disapprovingly. Then, he said, "Wait a moment. I'll catch someone and we'll go."
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