Voldemort's handsome face frowned into a ball, Gao Ting's nose opened and closed due to anger, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched, making his face look deformed and ferocious: the other party must not reveal this spelling method!

Voldemort, who had just one thought in his mind, couldn't help but raise his hand and shoot a green light without thinking - but then he regained his rationality, his muscles tensed, ready to dodge the Avada Saudience Curse, which he probably would be reversed back by the other party.

But Allen seemed to be stunned, and showed a terrified expression and leaned on the sofa in a daze, the green light hit his chest.

"Ouch!"

Alan fell backwards and sat on the sofa, his distorted and painful expression staying on his face.

"Master!" The guard made a surprise voice, "You did it!"

Voldemort just took a breath of air, and the string in his mind seemed to be broken: Alan Harris's strength was too strong and had an overwhelming advantage on him, and a heavy sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart.

"It's almost done, but it hurts a lot when the curse hits the body."

Alan's voice made the cheering guard stunned again, as if he had been hit by a petrified curse. He then took back the exaggerated expression of horror on his face and smiled at Tom: He had successfully predicted that the more powerful Dark King's life-seeking curse could only hurt him, but he did not take the risk of experimenting at that time, and today this time when the young Tom was released, he would all be treated as an experiment. As a result, although the young Voldemort's life-seeking curse is much stronger than Umbridge's before, it has already made him bleeding from his nose.

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

Voldemort's mouth was suddenly squeezed by Allen's outstretched hand and pinched it away. He also leaned his head to look at the mouth of the Dark King's teeth.

There was a crisp sound.

Voldemort, who reacted after being suddenly attacked, knocked Alan's hand off with his hand, and Alan didn't care at all. He just narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, looked at Voldemort carefully from top to bottom, and turned around several times: "Now you still care about maintaining your appearance, but dressed a little simpler."

Voldemort's look reminded him of his childhood experience, just like the first time he met Dumbledore and was threatened by burning his wardrobe. This made him breathe angrily and ask in a sharp voice: "What the hell do you want to do?"

At this time, the guard Stan, who had just recovered from the shock that Awadassori was hit by the Avadassori curse, began to be shocked again. He felt that Alan's eyes were strange - although this gaze did not fall on him, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Guru~~~

The sound of the stomach screaming broke the atmosphere that was already intense.

Voldemort stared coldly at his subordinate who was embarrassed, and confronted his master's cold gaze, which made Stan, who was tense all over his body almost scream. It was approaching the usual meal time, and his empty stomach was clamoring for hunger, which made his stomach purr just now. This made his cold sweat seep out of his back instantly, and he began to worry that even if Alan Harris would let him go, but now he saw himself who heard his master's foolishness, and now that he was embarrassed by his master, he would let this rather tolerant Dark King show his hidden less tolerant side.

However, this also made Alan look relaxed and looked at the face. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Then he took out a few Scottish eggs and two soft butter bread from his pocket and put them on the table in front of the sofa.

Allen smiled friendly: "I just heard your stomach say you were hungry. I happened to have a bread here. I'm not hungry yet, so I'll treat you to eat."

"Uh...thank you?"

Although he felt that the character of the floating city lord in front of him was even more difficult to understand and weird, Stan stretched out his hand tremblingly - he didn't dare not accept this food, so he could only tear a piece of bread and stuff it into his mouth.

Just as Voldemort was breathing heavily from anger, he calmed down. He glanced at the food, raised his head and did not use them. Then he lowered his head without a smile, picked up the quilt and touched Coke with his lips to make the scene less stiff.

"Actually, my purpose is very simple." Allen leaned against the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and said enthusiastically to Voldemort: "My house is quite big. Welcome to my house to play. If you are tired of playing, just live there. No problem."

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

Stan quietly moved his body. He thought more about it when he grew up in the modern wizard society. His hand holding bread was trembling slightly and he did not dare to look up: He knew that some pure-blooded wizards had special hobbies. Once, a wizard named Jaeger used similar methods to deceive his neighbor, a little wizard who depended on his grandmother. And Alan Harris in front of him, although he heard that he only attacked the witch, who knew if he would feel tired of it. He wanted to use the Dark King to change his taste. It seemed that some people would think that this would bring some sense of conquest.

"If you are willing to join, it would be great. It will reduce us a lot of trouble... uh, please wait..." Allen's tone was calm, and he began to reach out to his waist bag and searched inside.

Voldemort looked at Allen's movements coldly. He tightened his fingers when he pinched the Coke Cup. He understood that this meant that the other party did not take his strength seriously, so he was indifferent tone. The young Tom thought of the information he had collected and knew that when he was in the fifth grade, the other powerful man had wanted to subdue Alan Harris, and began to doubt whether the witch in front of him wanted to take revenge - because Harris would have to pay the debt.

But then, the dark demon king with more rationality in his head grabbed his magic robe with slender fingers, and secretly thought about it and felt a little happy.

There is no doubt that Alan Harris's current strength is inseparable from the Harris family and Raven Crowe behind him. The young Dark King realized that if he joined Harris, he could learn magic knowledge that could not be learned elsewhere. And if Harrisken wanted to recruit a powerful subordinate to the Harris family because of his magical talent, they would help whitewash his identity, which would be much easier than he did to deal with it himself.

A set of clothes floated in the air, and Allen took out a pair of black dragon-skin leather boots from his waist bag. His eyes swept over Voldemort, dressed in a simple black robe: "Please don't move around, this will not hurt. I will follow the old one's custom-made one, let's see if it fits first."

The powerful young black demon king had already figured out that he did not resist. Although he felt that the touch was a little different, he lowered his head and found that the clothes on his body had changed.

He had already put on a white shirt, a dark green vest, a dark green bow tie on his shirt, a straight bottom, and black pants without a trace of wrinkles... These clothes were elegant and sophisticated enough, even the pair of leather boots had been worn on his feet, and the movement of his hair on his forehead made him know that his hairstyle had been tidied up.

But Voldemort's new white gloves on his hands brought a strong style of housekeeper and servants, which made him feel something was wrong like his subordinate Stan. It would be reasonable to join Harris if it was the umbrella uniform, because it was obvious that the other family brought their German style over.
Chapter completed!