[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Speak of the devil, and he appears. (Speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.)

Fudge hadn't put down the handkerchief to wipe his sweat when Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the door of the box.He wore a rich pale blue robe with silver stars dotted on it, a peaked hat, and a silver-white beard that fell to his waist tied up with a headband.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry was the first to see Dumbledore, and he greeted Dumbledore excitedly.

"Hello, Harry, how was your summer vacation?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Excellent, Professor."

The people in the box stood up to greet Dumbledore one after another, and Dumbledore responded one by one with a kind smile.

"Ah, Fudge." When Dumbledore walked past Fudge, he extended his hand and shook Fudge, "Hello. Thank you for sending me the tickets."

"Hello, hello. You're welcome, it's our honor to have you here." While shaking hands with Dumbledore, Fudge secretly glanced in Tom's direction. Seeing Tom stand up, the cold sweat on Fudge's forehead returned down.If Dumbledore and the Dark Lord started a fight at the first word, how could he be able to stop it with his small body?

Dumbledore took Fudge's hand and retracted it, and pulled Fudge towards him. He whispered in Fudge's ear, "Turn the Auror over, as soon as possible."

"What, what?" Fudge looked nervously to both sides, and stammered, "Dumbledore, you, you don't have the right."

"I think both the Order of the Phoenix and the Knights have told you what might happen?" Dumbledore stared at Fudge with piercing blue eyes, "For the smooth completion of the World Cup, for the prestige of the British Ministry of Magic, You better do that."

"But...but..." Fudge looked at Dumbledore helplessly.

After Dumbledore gave Fudge a stern look, he let go of Fudge's hand, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and walked to the reserved seat in the front row.

"Professor Dumbledore." Tom smiled and nodded to Dumbledore.

"Tom." Dumbledore also smiled and nodded at Tom, and the two of them exchanged a knowing look.

Because the Ministry of Magic did not think that Dumbledore, Tom, and Voldemort would really be present when arranging the seats, so the three of them were placed in the center of the first row very simply and rudely, that is to say, The three seats were so close together that if the three of them were seated, their elbows would touch each other.

Seeing the location of the seat, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but he sat next to Tom without hesitation, "How are you doing recently? Has anything special happened?" Dumbledore thought asked pointingly.

"It's all going well. It's the same, nothing special," Tom replied. "And you?"

"I'm fine too." Dumbledore said, scanning the fanatical crowd in the stands below. "I haven't watched the Quidditch World Cup live for many years. I was as fanatical as they were when I was young. England at that time It has the best Quidditch team. But I am old now, and I can't stand too much noise and excitement. Apart from Hogwarts, I rarely watch other Quidditch games. I hope this game It's as good as anything I've seen in my youth."

"But don't be too exciting, I don't want to see any 'special' shows." Tom said, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The people in the box were not focused on the upcoming match at this time. They secretly cast curious glances at Tom and Dumbledore secretly, and their ears were pricked up.

Hearing Tom say he didn't want anything other than a Quidditch match, Ministry officials exchanged glances and decided to call off all halftime performances.

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and paid close attention to the interaction between Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was quite harmonious, he relaxed a little.Fudge secretly prayed in his heart, "You-Know-Who don't come, You-Know-Who don't come, You-Know-Who don't come..."

However, sometimes people just can't stand talking.

Before Fudge had time to return to his seat, Voldemort appeared in front of him in a black robe.Dumbledore and Tom, with their backs to the door, seemed to sense Voldemort's arrival, and stood up at the same time, and the three of them looked at each other across the box.The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Under the cover of the powerful aura of the three of them, the other people sitting in the box were almost scared to pee, and they even breathed carefully. They had never felt that the god of death was so close.

Fudge, who had been frightened three times in a short period of time, couldn't take it anymore, and sat down on the ground.

Voldemort didn't even look at Fudge, and after a brief eye contact with Tom and Dumbledore, he fixed his eyes on Anita beside them.

"This is our daughter, right?" Voldemort stared at Anita with blood-red eyes, "Is it called Anita? I have heard many stories about her, and I have to say, she is impressive, worthy of being our daughter. "Voldemort's voice was cold and sticky, as if covered with tentacles, wrapping around Anita's body.

Anita's breath was suffocated, and she shrank involuntarily behind Tom, but soon straightened her chest, and met Voldemort's gaze without fear, but her hand held Tom's sleeve tightly.

Tom stepped forward, blocking Voldemort's view of Anita.Even behind Tom, Anita could clearly feel his anger, not to mention the person who sat between Tom and Voldemort, who suffered from the disaster, and faced Tom's anger.

"Anita is my daughter and has nothing to do with you," Tom said slowly.

"Oh, Tom, you might think so. But you and I are one and the same." A cruel smug smile appeared on Voldemort's face, his eyes glowing red, and he looked at Tom playfully, "And don't forget Now, when Mrs. Riddle was pregnant with Anita, it happened to be the time when I shared my body with you, are you sure that Anita is your daughter?"

Tom raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. Anita and Irene were Tom's only reverse scales, and Voldemort's words touched all of them.

Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Tom who was about to beat Voldemort. With the strength of Tom and Voldemort, if they fought here, half of the stadium would be destroyed by them, and I don't know how many people would die.

Although Tom failed to make a move, the magic power surging from his body made everyone in the box feel their hair stand on end, as if there was a terrifying energy field flowing in the box.

Fudge, who had just stood up, sat down on the ground again.

Tom put away his wand, squinted his eyes and sneered, "Of course I'm sure Anita is my daughter, Virgin."

The people in the box were trembling, three of them were due to the extreme excitement of knowing the big secret, whether Anita was the daughter of two Dark Lords, or a Dark Lord gave another Dark Lord a cuckold, or a big man like Voldemort Even though they are still there, they are all earth-shattering secrets. Although they are destined not to tell them, just knowing such a secret is enough to make people tremble with excitement; The extreme fear of being silenced by Voldemort.

Dumbledore drew out his wand, and he stared at Voldemort vigilantly. If Voldemort acted angrily, he and Tom should join forces to make the loss less.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort could hardly hold his breath, he showed a distorted smile, "Is the only way to fight back with cheap lies, Tom?"

"You know whether it's a lie or not," Tom said calmly.

Voldemort sneered, and just as he was about to say something, his bright red eyes suddenly turned precisely to Harry.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived," said Voldemort in a low, cold voice like the breath of a poisonous snake.

Harry lowered his head to cover the scar on his forehead, and when Voldemort's eyes met his, Harry felt his head was about to burst from the pain.Even so, Harry was looking at Voldemort hatefully over his glasses.

No one but Voldemort noticed the flash of red in Harry's eyes.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and walked towards Harry. Just as his slender, pale fingers were about to touch Harry, Dumbledore Apparated in front of Harry, "Voldemort, since you are here, Why not watch the match?" said Dumbledore.

Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at each other for a while, then snorted coldly, turned and walked lazily to the reserved seat in the front row, as if his interest in Harry just now was just a whim.Voldemort knew that under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and Tom, it was impossible for him to get in touch with either Harry or Anita, but that was not the purpose of his coming today, it was just an unexpected surprise.Before sitting down, Voldemort turned to look at Harry again.

There was a look of concern in Dumbledore's eyes, but he kept it well hidden from anyone.Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly and returned to his seat.

At this time, Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort were sitting side by side in the front row of the top box.

Due to the design of the top-floor box, people outside cannot see the inside of the box, so such a historic picture can only be seen by those who are lucky enough to sit in the top-floor box.But none of the people in the box felt honored. In fact, they sat tight on their seats, not even daring to breathe, for fear that they would upset the Dark Lord because they were breathing too loudly, and they would be caught by accident if they were not careful. Avada is up.

As for poor Fudge, he was still sitting on the floor, his legs too weak to get up, and he dared not get up, because his seat was right next to Voldemort's.With Fudge's courage, he didn't dare to sit beside Voldemort.

It's better to sit on the floor, it's cool and safe.

The laughter and singing of the wizards outside came faintly into the box on the top floor, in stark contrast to the deathly silence in the box.The wizards in the box were usually big figures who were looked up to by others, but at this time they were extremely envious of the wizard sitting in the stands.

What bliss is ignorance.

Moreover, how convenient it is to escape from the stands.