[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?Tom hummed, and looked at Gamp: "How is home?"

Finally, the excitement of seeing the adults subsided a little. Gamp looked at the prison guard behind Riddle who was staring at the two with his hands behind his back. He clearly realized where he was. Gamp, who was exchanging words between them, instantly realized the meaning of the master: "Everyone in the family is fine. But recently, those debt collectors often wander around the house, and my father and the others have conflicts with those people."

Tom frowned, thought for a while and told him: "Don't worry about me. You tell your father and the others to try not to confront the debt collectors face to face. Those people will do anything for money."

The prison guard, who heard all his words clearly, couldn't help curling his lips: He is a murderer himself, and he told others to be careful, asking him to say that if someone like Tom Riddle would be released on bail, the debt collector On the contrary, it is dangerous.Fortunately, the judge was wise and sentenced him to life imprisonment without parole.

"Okay." Gamp's tone became unsteady again. He heard the master breathing steadily through the weird machine in his hand. Compared with the excited himself, the master was indeed calmer.He suddenly remembered the bottle of potion he had prepared long ago in the suitcase, and hurriedly said: "By the way, I bought the beer you liked to drink before going to prison a few days ago, can I send it to you? "

Tom stared into his eyes and shook his head slowly: "No. You'd better leave it to Maria."

Gamp breathed a sigh of relief and said disappointedly, "Okay."

The prison guard looked up at the wall clock and reminded them: "It's time."

Due to special circumstances, only 10 minutes of visiting time were allowed, and Tom had to make one last urgent statement: "Let the family avoid conflicts with debt collectors, you know? If you have been injured before, you should be discharged from the hospital soon, and don't cause trouble again." Yes, huh?"

Gamp watched helplessly as his master was handcuffed and led out of the room by the prison guards in humiliation. His eyes were red: If it wasn't for the traitors and Dumbledore, how could their king be treated like this!He wants to get the potion in as soon as possible!

At this time, at the headquarters of the United States Ministry of Magic, the Minister welcomed a new guest.Three wizards from England.While shaking hands with one of the gray-haired and long-bearded wizards, the minister couldn't help complaining in his heart how one or two British wizards have been running to their United States recently. Didn't these British guys always look down on their emerging wizarding world in the United States?But fortunately, at least the person who came this time has a certificate issued by the British Ministry of Magic.

The sorcerer in a purple robe is obviously the head of these three people. His nose is tall but twisted in a strange way. It seems that the bridge of his nose has been broken by someone. His blue eyes are very penetrating.He handed the certificate in his hand to the Minister of the United States Department of Magic: "Here are the documents we reviewed, as well as the letter from our Minister to you."

The minister took the letter, curious about what the British colleague wanted to say to him, and mysteriously used the confidential letter.He motioned to the three English wizards and turned to read.The letter was very short, he read it in less than 1 minute, and then the minister took another 3 minutes to read it carefully again from the beginning.

Confirming that he had fully comprehended what was said in the letter, the minister turned around and glared at Dumbledore, known as "the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world today", his face flushed red and he roared: "Are you kidding me?"

Facing his anger, Dumbledore shook his head calmly: "No, we're sorry."

"Sorry?" The minister was going crazy with anger, so that everything can be explained, "Sorry for a fart! I'm sorry, I said foul words, but, f*ck! You are not talking to me Putting Voldemort in America while saying hello?!"

Are these Brits crazy?The minister trembled as he held the confidence in his hand, Merlin, how much effort he had to hold back from pointing his wand at the three arrogant bastards in front of him.Those English wizards!It's okay to look down on the American wizarding world, but they don't even look down on their Ministry of Magic.Slipping Voldemort into his country through the channels of the Muggle government without saying a word!Didn't tell him until now!No wonder he wondered before this Christmas that a group of British dark wizards were looking for something like crazy here!Fortunately, he thought it was just a dark wizard and they were looking for some treasure, the result?Hahahaha it turned out they were looking for their master!And he, as the Minister of Magic of the United States, had no idea!

f*ck you!You bloody Brits!

Facing the always tough American minister, Dumbledore remained calm under the spitting and cursing of the other party. Standing behind him, Abraxas had to admire the old man's calmness from the bottom of his heart. If he had done at least You can turn a blind eye to the countless splashing spittle stars.

"We're really sorry, sir. But the crux of the matter now is that this matter has been leaked. If I'm right, there was already an English wizard who came to America before us?" Dumbledore said .

The minister slammed the letter in his hand onto the table, and the table that had been used by two generations of ministers squeaked and shook in protest: "I don't care about that! I just ask you to explain why , put Voldemort in America without my knowledge!"

"Because we believe that Voldemort is safest in an American Muggle prison, and no one would have thought that the Dark Lord would be locked up in such a place."

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" The minister made an exaggerated listening gesture, "Did you just say that this matter has been leaked?"

Before Dumbledore could answer, he sneered loudly from his throat, and opened his arms and shouted loudly: "Even the Death Eaters know about it, and you still say this method is safe? I think you just want to leave this troublesome person to us Let me tell you, if the British Ministry of Magic cannot give us a satisfactory answer, it will become an international issue between the two countries!" Is the head of the Muggle government of your own family also caught by the door?How many benefits did he receive from the British government, and he took over the Dark Lord without even saying hello!Those idiots have no idea what a mess they've got!

Even across the Atlantic Ocean, he has heard of the name of the Dark Lord!Voldemort, known as one of the strongest dark wizards at present, is a big trouble!Many of his subordinates are like mad dogs, they will crazily bite anyone involved when they smell their master's scent!Merlin's socks, I don't want to be involved in the infighting among the Brits themselves!Don't think he doesn't know that one of Voldemort's teachers at school was Dumbledore in front of him!

At this time, another wizard who had been watching indifferently stepped forward.He was a squat, middle-aged wizard, with an already stern face when he came out of the fireplace, and his eyes were always bulging, like the eyes of a goldfish.Now when Dumbledore was silent, the man in black uniformed wizard robes stepped forward and bowed to the angry blushing and thick-necked Minister of Magic: "On behalf of the British Ministry of Magic, I apologize to you and the wizards in your country Sir." His voice was hoarse and rough, like sand rubbing against glass.

The U.S. minister couldn't help frowning, and heard him continue to say in such an unpleasant voice: "However, please let me point out that our minister did not know the plan of this Mr. Dumbledore before. In fact, Deng What Mr. Bliddow said before was that everything was left to him, and he would guarantee that the Dark Lord would never return to the wizarding world."

The tall wizard standing silently behind Dumbledore suddenly sneered.He has light blond hair and a handsome appearance. At this time, he said to his companion in a soft tone: "So, I thought that the Minister was aware of the details, but he just didn't want to offend the Dark Lord and pretended not to intervene."

The chunky wizard's face suddenly flushed as red as the American minister's, and his eyes protruded even more.

Dumbledore waved his hand to signal them not to quarrel, and sighed wearily, as if he had aged a lot in an instant: "The most urgent task now is to prevent the Death Eaters from rescuing Voldemort, not to allow them to meet, at least not to allow Voldemort to lift the magic seal, Mr. Minister , can we talk about everything else after this crisis is over?"

The minister weighed several times with a gloomy face. Although he didn't know it before, in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he probably couldn't escape.You can't stay out of it. If the Dark Lord is really allowed to escape, the American wizarding world will also suffer.So he quickly made a decision, suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and emphasized to Dumbledore: "After this matter is over, I will go to your British Ministry of Magic to talk to me personally."

The Humpty Wizard immediately replied in a rough voice: "No problem, Mr. Minister. We welcome your visit." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room heard the blond wizard's sneering snort, which made Humpty The wizard immediately glared at him again. The two seemed to have a bad relationship, and they didn't know how to follow Dumbledore to deal with this matter together.

"So, could Mr. Minister please tell us whether there have been any British wizards visiting in the past month, not two months?"

"...Yes." The American minister replied reluctantly.

Dumbledore exchanged glances with the blond wizard behind him, and the chunky wizard showed panic: "What's your name? What's that wizard's name?"

The minister picked up the phone and dialed a number to whisper a few words to the opposite party, and answered them after a while: "Ward Gump."

"It's the Death Eaters!" screamed the dumpy wizard. "We're screwed! The Dark Lord is coming!"

The American minister also hated this British wizard a little bit. Compared with his poor performance, his other two companions seemed much calmer. Dumbledore even asked calmly and carefully: "Then has he passed the review? I heard that You've had this censorship rule since the last time the Death Eaters ravaged America."

"Passed... just yesterday." The minister regretted it very much now, why didn't he send out a few more questionnaires, and at least it took him a little longer.

Dumbledore stood up solemnly and asked: "Do you know where Mr. Gamp is now? I think we need to visit him."

The Minister of Magic breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, all foreign wizards' temporary residences are arranged by our Ministry."