All things are three at Hogwarts

The eyebrows on Voldemort's handsome face were wrinkled, the nostrils under his tall nose were flaring in anger, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched, making his face deformed and hideous: The other party must not be allowed to reveal this spelling method!

With such an idea in his mind, Voldemort couldn't help but raise his hand without thinking, and a green light shot out - but then he regained his senses, and his muscles tensed up, preparing to dodge Avada's attack, which he expected to be reversed by the opponent. Life curse.

But Allen seemed to be stunned, sitting on the sofa with a horrified expression, and the green light hit his chest.

"Ouch!"

Allen fell back and collapsed on the sofa, a twisted and painful expression on his face.

"Master!" the guard made a surprised voice, "You did it!"

Voldemort just took a breath of cold air, and the tight string in his mind seemed to be broken: Alan Harris was so powerful that he had an overwhelming advantage over him, and a heavy feeling of powerlessness came from the bottom of his heart. rising.

"Almost, but it still hurts when the curse hits you."

Allen's voice made the cheering guards freeze in place again, as if they were under a petrification spell. Only then did he put back the exaggerated expression of fear on his face, and smiled at Tom: in the previous duel with Old Tom, he had successfully predicted that the more powerful Dark Lord's life-killing curse could only hit It hurt him, but he didn't take the risk to experiment at that time. Today, the young Tom was released as an experiment - the results show that although the current curse of young Voldemort is stronger than the one cast by Umbridge, It took a lot, but it couldn't even make him have a nosebleed.

Voldemort's fair face turned blue, and he almost growled: "Alan Harris... let's talk about it, what do you want from me?...Huh?!!"

Voldemort's speaking mouth was suddenly held open by Allen's extended hand, holding his chin and pinching it open. He also looked at the Dark Lord's teeth.

A crisp sound.

Voldemort, who reacted after the sudden attack, knocked Allen's hand off with his hand, and Allen didn't care. He just narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, looked at Voldemort carefully from top to bottom, and turned around on him. After several rounds: "Now you seem to care about maintaining your appearance, but you just dress a little more plainly."

Voldemort's look reminded him of what happened to him when he was a child, just like the first time he met Dumbledore and he threatened to burn his wardrobe. This made him breathe quickly in anger and asked in a sharp voice. : "What exactly do you want to do?"

At this time, guard Stan, who had just recovered from the shock that Allen was immortalized by Avada's Kedavra, began to be shocked again. He felt that Allen's look was strange - although this look It didn't fall on him, but he felt uncomfortable all over.

Guru

The sound of stomach growling broke the somewhat tense atmosphere.

Voldemort stared coldly at this subordinate who had made him feel so embarrassed, and met his master's cold eyes, which made Stan, who was tense all over, almost screamed - it was already approaching the usual meal time, and his empty stomach was screaming. He was hungry, which made his stomach growl just now. This caused cold sweat to seep out from his back instantly, and he began to worry that even if Alan Harris would let him go, but now that he saw and heard his master making a fool of himself, and now that he had embarrassed his master again, this would be okay. The tolerant Dark Lord reveals his hidden less tolerant side.

But this also made Allen feel relaxed. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Then he took out a few Scotch eggs and two soft butter buns from his pocket and placed them on the table in front of the sofa.

Allen showed a friendly smile: "I just heard your stomach saying that you are hungry. I just have some bread here. I am not hungry yet. Please eat."

"Uh...thank you?"

Although he felt that the character of the owner of the floating city in front of him was more elusive and weird, Stan stretched out his hand cautiously - he did not dare not to accept the food, so he could only tear open a piece of bread and stuff it into his mouth haphazardly.

Just as he was gasping for breath due to anger, Voldemort took a deep breath and calmed down. He glanced at the food, raised his head and did not take any of them. Then he lowered his head without a smile, picked up the quilt and touched the coke with his lips to eliminate the scene. So blunt.

"Actually, my purpose is very simple." Allen leaned on the sofa, raised his brows, and said enthusiastically to Voldemort: "My house is quite big. You are welcome to come to my house to play. When you are tired of playing, just stay with me. Then, no problem."

Voldemort was very surprised when Allen said this purpose. He really couldn't understand what Harris meant. He leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively: "Principal Harris, do you mean to let me join Harris?" family?"

Stan quietly moved his body. Growing up in the modern wizarding society, he thought more. The hand holding the bread was trembling slightly and he did not dare to raise his head: he knew that some pure-blood wizards had special habits. There once was a man named Jaeger. The wizard used similar methods to deceive his neighbor, a young wizard who was dependent on his grandmother - and the Alan Harris in front of him, although he heard that he only attacks witches, who knows if he will get tired of it and want to Use the Dark Lord to change the taste. It seems that some people think that this will bring a sense of conquest.

"It would be great if you are willing to join. It will also save us a lot of trouble... Uh, please wait..." Allen's tone was very calm, and he began to reach for his pocket and rummage inside.

Voldemort looked at Allen's actions coldly. He squeezed the Coke cup tightly with his fingers. Regarding the other party's understatement, he understood that it meant that the other party did not take his strength seriously, so he didn't care so much. tone. Young Tom thought of the information he had collected and knew that when he was in the fifth grade, his other powerful self had tried to conquer Alan Harris. He began to wonder if the wizard in front of him wanted to take revenge - because Harris always pays his dues.

But then, the Dark Lord, who had more sense in his head, grasped his magic robe with his thin and slender fingers, secretly thinking about it and feeling a little happy in his heart.

There is no doubt that Alan Harris's current strength is inseparable from the Harris family and Ravenclaw behind him. The young Dark Lord realized that if he joined Harris, he could learn from other places there. He has less magical knowledge, and if Harris wants to recruit a powerful subordinate into the Harris family because of his magical talent, they will help clear his identity, which is much easier than him having to deal with it himself.

The suit of clothes floated in the air, and Allen took out a pair of black dragon skin boots from his pocket. His eyes swept over Voldemort, who was dressed in a simple black robe: "Please don't move around. There is no harm in this pair. I made it according to the old one's custom. Let's see if it fits first."

The young Dark Lord, who had already figured out how powerful he was, did not resist. Although he felt something different on his body, when he lowered his head, he noticed that his clothes had changed.

He has put on a clean white shirt, a dark green vest, a dark green bow tie on the shirt, and straight black trousers without a trace of wrinkles... These clothes are elegant and elegant enough, even the leather boots It had already been worn on his feet, and the movement of his hair and the feeling of his forehead being exposed let him know that his hair style had also been arranged.

But the new white gloves on Voldemort's hands brought a strong butler and squire style, which made him and his subordinate Stan feel that something was wrong. It would make sense to join Harris in those umbrella uniforms, because the other family obviously put them The German style was brought over.

"What exactly do you want from me?"