Harry Potter's Uchiha Blood

As soon as the dueling platform appeared, Frederick couldn't wait to jump onto the dueling platform, then looked at Julian, and shouted arrogantly, "Climb up quickly, boy, let me teach you what the world of adults is like." like."

Julian nodded and climbed up to the duel ring, that's right, he climbed up obediently, as if Julian was really controlled by the soul capture, Frederick watched as he obediently climbed up according to his order Julian, Frederick couldn't help laughing in his heart, hum, so what if he won the Medal of Merlin, isn't he still being made like a dog by my Imperius Curse, thinking of this, Frederick laughed, "What, little brat As expected of a brat, he actually used to crawl, hahaha!!!.

After hearing Frederick's words, everyone in the hall smiled mockingly, but not all of them were laughing at Julian. There were about fifty people around the edge of the hall, and instead of laughing loudly, they showed gloomy expressions. He sneered, he dared to use the Imperius Curse on that lord, he was really reckless.

Yes, everyone present could see that Frederick used the Imperius Curse on Julian, but these corrupt nobles didn't say it, it was just an extra pastime for the party.

Looking at Julian standing in front of him with a dull face, Frederick grinned and said, "Anyway, you are so young, you don't have to follow dueling etiquette, let's start directly.

Saying so, Frederick drew out his wand directly and wanted to start torturing Julian, but Frederick's wand hadn't been drawn out [Ten strands of electricity hit his forehead.

Frederick flew backwards from where he was standing like a broken sack, and slammed into the wall hard.

All the people present felt their hearts flutter for a while, because this blow was so cruel, and they felt that the moment Frederick hit the wall just now, the whole inquiry seemed to be shaken, and the pure-blood nobles present all looked at each other. They glanced at each other, and then turned to the horror in each other's eyes, how much magic power was there, to be able to do this to such an extent.

Those pure-bloods present are not human beings. How can they not see that Julian just used a simple disarming spell, but the power seems to be beyond people's expectations. This kid seems to be not simple. They turned their gazes to the duel ring again, and this time, everyone was not entertaining, but looked at Julian with fiery eyes. This kind of 'genius' must be held in their own hands.

Julian didn't notice that the eyes of the nobles present began to look at him with enthusiasm, (ajea) Of course, even if he noticed, he wouldn't have any reaction, after all, in Julian's view, this is just a way for the weak to look up to the strong. It's just the eyes of the reader.

Julian walked to the center of the duel ring and said jokingly, "Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Frederick, your body is a little weak, and you fell down before I could exert any strength. Could Master Pharmacist not even be able to regulate his own body?"

Looking at Julian standing in the middle of the duel ring, Frederick said with a look of horror, "Impossible, it's impossible, you just—"

As if thinking of something, Frederick swallowed the second half of his sentence. Although everyone present knew that he had just used the Imperius Curse on this kid, they all tacitly refused to say it. After all, if you use the Unforgivable Curse in the laws of the Ministry of Magic, you will be admitted to Azikaban, but as pure-blood nobles, you still have some gray privileges. They can use the Unforgivable Curse, but it must be used secretly. If it is known to everyone, the Ministry of Magic will not pursue it, but once this layer of window paper is pierced, then you will face the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, the strikers, and the prison of Azikaban. Thinking of Azikaban, Not only was Frederick chilling, it was a truly chilling place.

Frederick, who was thinking this way, struggled to stand up, and then said with a face of dissatisfaction, "How could you make a move ahead of time, how could you not follow the rules?"

Julian looked at the trembling Frederick with a funny expression on his face, and jokingly said, "Oh, why, Mr. Frederick, it's not what you said, because I'm young, so I don't have to follow any rules of etiquette Kind of like that, I still think it's a pity, after all, not long ago, I just learned dueling etiquette from others, I thought it was very cool, so I wanted to try it out, but I didn't expect me to come up, But you said no, I still feel quite a pity."

Frederick frowned and said casually, "Does Hogwarts teach dueling classes now [I don't know why."

Julian said with a smile, "No, Hogwarts doesn't have dueling lessons, but just learned it from someone, a friend named Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Hearing Julian's words, several nobles present frowned. This name is so familiar. I think that the owner of this name has traveled across the entire continent of Ying (Meow? Meow? Continent of Ying, are you serious?) ?) existence, where did this kid hear this name, is it a coincidence?

Frederick cut, and then said, "I don't know what Tom Marvolo Riddle, come on, stop talking nonsense, let's move on, I won't be careless this time." Obviously Frederick Derek didn't know what the name Tom Marvolo Riddle meant.

Looking at Frederick who had put on a posture, Julian did not react immediately, but turned his head to look at the high platform not far away, and then said in a playful tone, "Look at Tom, people It really is a kind of creature that is good at forgetting. You have only disappeared for thirteen years. These good friends of yours have completely forgotten you. I am really sad for you. Tom, oh, no, this In this case, I should call you DARKGLORD, Voldemort."

Hearing Julian's words, all the nobles under the duel stage were stunned, and they all looked at the three people on the high platform.

Because of the three people on the high platform, only Vanessa was a girl, so everyone turned their attention to the other two. Although the young man looked familiar, he was definitely not the Dark Lord. The mysterious man who has a mask and doesn't say a word after entering the arena, will he be the Dark Lord?

The eyes of a kind of pure-blood nobles in the arena looking at the masked man changed one after another. Some were fanatical, some were frightened, some were suspicious, and some were already frightened.

Ignoring everyone's reactions in the audience, Voldemort took a step forward, then slowly took off his mask with his hands, and said in a young voice while taking it off, "It's okay, Julian, I'll let them relax A little in retrospect, of course just not in a friendly way."

After Voldemort's mask was completely removed, a huge amount of magic power and power instantly pressed down on everyone on the field, feeling this strong and familiar coercion, as well as the pressure coming from his arm or other places. The stabbing pain from the tattooed Dark Mark made everyone in the audience understand that the young man in front of him was really the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord was resurrected, this idea only flashed in everyone's minds, and then everyone bent their knees like a conditioned reflex, and lowered their proud heads "The whole person is on the ground...