"I have to tell you one thing first, Tom." Allen looked at the young Tom in front of him with some joke. "You and Bellatrix have a daughter, named Delphie by the other one, and I have now entrusted to Miss Hermione Granger to adopt and take care of her. This child is very talented and I will teach her magic in person in the future."

Voldemort's face became very fast, and it was unstable. He knew that he had a daughter, but that was born to another person, and he did not have much feelings for him. However, out of due etiquette, he thanked a little awkwardly: "Let her be taken care of... I have to thank you, Principal Harris, your demeanor is worthy of your blood..."

When he said that, Voldemort felt even more uncomfortable. Although he was surprised that Allen planned to teach this himself, it was clearly a blasphemy and defilement to think that his daughter actually had a mud breed to take care of - but Voldemort did not intend to bring her back to take care of her.

"I'm asking you to go over and actually the same thing as what I did for you." Allen's tone was very plain and casual, "I want you to go over and I want you to help take care of my daughter..."

Voldemort turned his white gloves into distortion - Harris didn't like his talent or retaliate against his recruitment from him in the Ministry of Magic, but he actually wanted to be a nanny for his children!

"How dare you!" asked Voldemort, who could not control his anger, "Also you can rest assured that I am! Voldemort! Dark Lord! Go take care of a baby?!!!"

"Oh, it's not a baby. You're late. My unborn baby has found someone to take care of." Allen shook the Coke in his hand. "I want you to take care of my daughter who is older than me..." He shook his head and looked at the angry Voldemort. "This is also something you caused in school. You must bear the responsibility for your mistakes. Tom, you deceived my daughter first."

Allen's call made Stan feel his mind a mess: The principal of Hogwarts is crazy? What crazy words is this person saying?

Voldemort's chin was slightly raised, and he was silent but breathing a little rapid: an idea came to his mind, but he felt it was too ridiculous, which made the handsome Dark King widen his eyes and unable to speak.

"As a father, I hope my daughter can be happy. But that doesn't mean I want to find a partner for her. I actually don't have any special affection for you than Barrow." The expression between Alan's eyebrows became cold. "You may not have cut the temple news yet, but my daughter can be materialized now, so you can use the language you are best at to make her happy and play around with you... You are just her servant or housekeeper, but Tom, don't fantasize about calling me father-in-law... and I will make sure that..."

Alan had become a little like Luna's old father at this time, but obviously because of his stronger strength, he could do things that Shanofilius Lovegood could not do.

Hearing this level, Voldemort confirmed that the absurd speculation in his heart was actually a fact. He bit Voldemort's heart with jealousy, and then creepy through his bones, drilled into his blood vessels and spread throughout his body. When Alan Harris returned to the past, he not only received recognition and inheritance from the founders, but also gave birth to a child with the founders!

The Dark King, who claimed to be the successor of Slytherin, recalled that he could not be fully recognized by the other party because of his mixed-race relationship in the Slytherin secret room. Then he realized that his deepest thoughts in the past were just to become the heir of a true founder and be recognized by others.

In contrast, Voldemort suddenly felt like a clown. He used to be like a serf who guessed that the nobles could eat enough black bread for every meal! Jealousy and inferiority overwhelmed the arrogance that had always protected him, causing the dark king's expression and muscles to lose control and manage, and looked up at Allen in distortion.

A roll of blank parchment on the desk in the room suddenly flew towards Allen, suspended in the air, unfolding in front of Allen.

Allen stretched out his hand, his abnormal pale fingers lit up instantly, and began to write in Latin on this simple parchment without any decoration. At the same time, his mouth was muttering: "I don't know if the slavery gem will take effect in the future. The consequences of the violation of the oath will not be broken. This cannot guarantee that Tom's status will take effect in the future, or it will be used as a safer soul contract..."

The young Voldemort knew that this was the means Allen had obtained from the devil. He had known before that the other party would definitely use these means to limit his movements when he got him back, but when he heard that the enslavement gems and the unbreakable oath were useless, and he could not explain it clearly with the other party's last soul, which inexplicably caused panic to seep out from his heart.

Alan, who was already familiar with using this method to make transaction guarantees, quickly finished writing it and handed it to Voldemort beside him.

"Tom, please sign your name in the back." Allen took it back and took a sip of the drink after Voldemort took it, then suddenly glared at the sight of something, and began to pay, "By the way, you split your soul too many times... The soul is too weak... I'll help you repair it now, but I don't have much time to let you take it slowly, probably a little bit, but I believe your situation just happens to make it stand you..."

A handful of gems was caught by Allen and threw them on the table. Each gems also flashed from time to time. The attraction of Voldemort who had just begun to watch the treaty and the guard next to him who tried to minimize his presence.

Then, the soul gems of these eight-eyed giant spiders were disintegrated under the air of Allen's palm. A trace of soul energy floated out from above the gem, entangled together, and turned into a long black and red snake.

Then, Allen turned his head and made his face look a little unreal through the misty soul energy. "Sorry Stan, I think you understand. Whether it is Tom and I, it is better for you to be quiet in the future... I think as a loyal Death Eater, your vows show that you will be happy to accept..."

Before Stan had just finished eating bread, his soul was drawn out by Allen with a look of astonishment and confusion, and mixed with the souls of the large group of spiders. Allen put his mouth over and took a deep breath. Whether it was Stan's happy emotions or sad memories, or even the low-level emotions like spiders like beasts, all jumped into Allen's mouth like long snakes.

Under the interference of spell casting and energy, Alan's unreal face became blurry, making him look like a dementor kissing a victim. Finally, Alan slowly began to exhale, and the impurity energy contained in his soul was spit out by him and dissipated in the air. The remaining pure soul energy rushed up and pounced on Voldemort, forcibly poured into his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth without any refusal.

"I know you understand how to absorb it." Allen leaned on the sofa relaxedly, patted his hands, and blew the ashes that Stan turned into without a trace. "I also got its original version from Black's house. Although he also ruined your brain, it can support you to make so many Horcruxes."

At this time, Voldemort's hand was still holding a contract that he had not had time to see, but felt the soul energy that was plunging into his body, joy and shock rose from the bottom of his heart, gradually expanding, making his whole body heat and tremble. After the initial advancement, he himself tried hard to open his eyes and mouth wide, so that these energy could enter better. The black devil's long fingers like spider legs grabbed the sofa under him. In addition to the pain caused by accepting so much energy for a short time, it was also because of the greed in his heart that was clamoring wildly.

Voldemort thought he finally knew the secret of why Alan Harris was so strong at a young age - Harris mastered the ability to purify the soul and replenish himself! Voldemort, whose broken soul was supplied and moisturized, sighed with satisfaction.

"Thank you, my soul hasn't been so comfortable for a long time. You asked him to ask for breakage and emptiness."

At this time, the Dark King had no more rejection. He even bowed slightly to Allen and thanked him sincerely. In his heart, he began to think about the plan to learn this legendary skill after joining Harris. He even realized that Allen and Ravenclaw might not have their eyes on this world. He began to fantasize about some dreams of knowing that Ravenclaw became a mysterious dream. He had studied Allen and their actions before and speculated that he had a certain belief.

Allen nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, so check out the contract so quickly. If you have no problems, sign and go back with me... But before meeting my daughter, you have to receive some basic training from Maggie."

Although he was no longer repulsive, Voldemort was cautious at this time and did not sign it immediately. He first checked that there were no additional texts disguised as decorative patterns on this contract, and then began to quickly browse the contract content in his hand.

At the beginning, he had listed such as following Helena Ravenclaw, who always took her emotional preferences and was on call... In order to obtain supplies to absorb the soul, and to allow the soul to absorb and grow, this was a real way to escape death in his opinion. These harsh demands were not a big deal in Voldemort's opinion.

What made Tom ecstatic was that there was not much content that Harris restricted his movements. He only restricted his confidentiality. Until he browsed to the end, these joys were instantly swept away, no longer the arrogant posture of his head holding his back straightening. His trembling fingers made the parchment wrinkle, and his voice sounded almost suffocating: "Principal Harris, don't..."
Chapter completed!