present to the lord

Voldemort was possessed by a snake, and he ordered Fan Haoran to revive him more than once, and even uttered sinister threats a few times before, but when he found out that he couldn't really command the boy, he was even tossed at the end, and finally Know the times.

"You have split your own soul. Do you think resurrection is as simple as just stuffing you into someone else's body?" Fan Haoran sneered, the contempt in his eyes was completely uncovered, "Humans, body and soul are indispensable, like you In this situation, you are no longer in the category of human beings. How naive are you to decide that the split soul will be reborn and immortal? I remember that it is written in many books in the magic world that the integrity of the soul is very important. .Are you illiterate?"

Now even after hearing such harsh words, Voldemort can still suppress the twisted desire to destroy in his heart. Even he himself cannot deny that he seems to have fallen into a trap, but even so, he will not believe that the victim in front of him He kills the parents of the children who really want to help him.He concealed his desire to torture this kid, and sooner or later, he, the Dark Lord, would return to that position.

Fan Haoran understands that this snake is complicated and suspicious. It doesn't matter what it wants to do. He just needs to complete the task. There is no conflict at all in resurrecting Voldemort. He just needs to wait for the holiday to come, but now He can find Ravenclaw's crown first, which should be in the Room of Requirement if I remember correctly.

However, he was not going to go alone. Since Professor Snape, the world's greatest potion master, was there, why didn't he, a rookie who had just entered the magic world, take advantage of it?

Fan Haoran came to Draco's door wearing a wizard robe, reached out and knocked lightly three times, then turned the doorknob and went in.

"Harry, why are you here so late?" The little peacock, wearing a thin silk bathrobe after taking a bath, was stunned, and immediately raised his hand with a dignified and elegant appearance, "Do you want something to drink?"

"I came to see you for a night out. I promised you last time." He looked up and down the little platinum nobleman with hooked corners of his mouth, and whistled teasingly, "Hurry up and change your clothes, it's time to leave. After all, we still have Going to convince someone stubborn."

As he said that, he looked teasingly at Draco, whose face was slowly turning red, and whose body was even a little on the same level, the gentleman turned around and waited.

Draco only felt that there was a layer of hot air on his face. He took off his bathrobe and quickly put on his clothes, tidying up and being very picky.

"Okay, you are cute enough." Fan Haoran turned around and walked over to pull the person out of the door. He looked at the thin arms and thin legs, but in fact he was very strong. Draco could only be dragged away. Human legs are almost as long, but little platinum has to run to keep up.

"What are you...Professor Snape here?" Draco looked at the stone statue of Medusa.

"Beautiful lady, can you please let us in." Fan Haoran hissed and said in snake language.

"Oh, my God, yes, respected Parsel Whisperer, I am willing to serve you." Medusa opened the door, and Fan Haoran walked in, dragging the little platinum who was already looking at him at a loss.

"Professor Snape, good evening." Fan Haoran looked at the man who was grading papers and emitting a suppressed black air, with a smile on his face, "I'm here to ask you for help, do you have time?"

Snape made a sharp stroke on the paper, and said coldly and sarcastically: "The great savior finally understands that he can't save everyone with his weak strength, so he came to torture his humble Potions professor, I hope His mouth won't be too stupid to waste too much of my time."

Draco was caught by his unhappy eyes because of the paper, and he turned to Fan Haoran, hoping his friend would give a reason for the two of them to be here.

"I need to get something, but this thing is very dangerous, I'm thinking of you, after all, your ability is very outstanding." Fan Haoran raised his head with a bright smile, and flattered him by the way.

After enduring a large wave of venom, Fan Haoran finally got his wish and brought one big and one small to the Room of Requirement.

Looking at all kinds of dusty rubbish that had been piled up to the ceiling, under Snape's indifferent and displeased gaze and little platinum's disgusted eyes, Fan Haoran successfully found the thing. dust.

"Stand back." Snape swung both of them behind him as soon as he saw the diadem, and he drew his wand and uttered a series of detection spells, low and slow as a whisper, "Evil, very evil."

Snape put on dragonskin gloves that could block magic power, and carefully put away the crown.He looked at Fan Haoran sternly: "Draco go back first, Potter, come with me." As he spoke, he cast an invisibility spell and a lightness spell on both of them.

Draco still hasn't recovered from this adventure, but he immediately moved here quickly. It seems that he needs to explain something to his father about these things today.

But now Fan Haoran wanted to give Snape a detailed explanation and explanation.

"Saint Potter, do you think you have great ability and luck as a savior, do you feel that your arrogance prevents you from seeing your insignificance, or do you feel that your life is too long and needs to be shortened?" Snape said coldly, "Very good , Fortunately, you still have some brains and didn't rush forward to die by yourself, come and sit down, it seems that you need to give an explanation to your humble professor who was played by you in the palm of your hand."

It was almost eleven o'clock when Fan Haoran returned to the room. The red-eyed poisonous snake was resting on the velvet sofa coiled up. Seeing the rare exhaustion of the young man, he hissed viciously.

"How can you be happy about something?" He asked him softly, but he reached out and roughly pulled the unknown poisonous snake and threw it aside. He sat on the sofa by himself, crossed his legs, and snorted, "You are quite courageous." Big, you’ve been wandering around the castle every day recently, are you afraid that Dumbledore will catch you? You know, there are eyeliners everywhere.”

The Dark Lord is the Dark Lord, and even in the body of a snake he still has a dark enough mind to cause headaches.Suspicion, strategy, patience, and now what he is waiting for is an opportunity, he can't give all of himself to an enemy who doesn't understand at all, especially an enemy who has the title of savior.

"If you moved faster, I wouldn't go by myself. I know you are not simple, you can do many things, otherwise I would not be in Hogwarts now." The name of the white wizard is not empty title. Voldemort hissed and spat out the letter, and there was still a tyrannical aura rolling in those red eyes. Even if he didn't know this boy well, Voldemort understood what he must be waiting for.

And Fan Haoran was indeed waiting.He is waiting for next year's diary. Instead of resurrecting this crazy main soul to cause trouble for himself, it is better to let the young Tom who still has some conscience lead everything after the resurrection. You must know that the depth of experience often determines whether this person can be influenced by others.

His semester had been spent in lessons, constantly being summoned by Headmaster Dumbledore, and Snape's venom.Every time he was approached by Dumbledore, he could feel the gradually suspicious and more alert look of the great white wizard.But Snape couldn't understand what the little boy of the Potter family wanted to do. While he was on guard that the boy would be in danger, more confinement and aggressive words followed.

Draco immediately contacted his father, Big Malfoy, since he was dragged by Fan Haoran for a night tour last time, and Big Malfoy only said one sentence after having an in-depth and long conversation with Draco.

"Draco, I made a choice when I was your age. Now, it's your time." The blond and perfect-looking man looked at his proud son with a smile, "The family will always be Your back."

Of course, Mr. Malfoy would not be so abrupt. He also investigated Harry Potter deeply. Of course, he found much more things than his friend Snape. The blood and darkness in it, even though he always looked down on Muggles, but After this incident about Harry Potter, he also began to wonder whether the old man Dumbledore had cultivated a person more terrifying than the Dark Lord over the years.On the other hand, it was the Muggles that shocked him.The cruel method and superb efficiency in killing the same kind almost made him feel terrified.All kinds of powerful external forces, firearms, artillery, and even special research on killing people, this kind of thing is placed in the wizarding world...

Even thinking about it this way, Malfoy couldn't help but clenched his wand tightly.

When the Christmas holidays roll around, after saying goodbye to Draco.Fan Haoran looked at the large flakes of snowflakes falling in the sky, and after a long time he felt disappointed: "What about the Spring Festival..." He doesn't like the solar terms in foreign countries, but he can't help sighing when he sees that everyone is going to be reunited.

In fact, Fan Haoran is unexpectedly very old-fashioned in the matter of celebrating the festival. At this time of year in the mercenary group, he would make do with a few friends. .But now he is the only one in this different world, and he has no one to accompany him when he wants to spend the holidays.

"Well, forget it, it's the same if you eat a bowl of noodles by yourself." The boy's body has grown a lot in a year, and he is slender, with his hands in his trouser pockets leisurely. He tilted his head and walked outside the train station. The cold wind blows his short black hair, and the hem of the same black windbreaker is raised high. He is against the wind, and his thin figure seems to be blown away. In fact, every step he takes is very steady and indestructible.

"You're so cold, don't forget to get inside my clothes." He stepped on the thick snow and said unhappily to the red-eyed poisonous snake that got inside him.

Listening to his complaining voice, Voldemort rarely used dark and vicious words, but pressed closer to his warm skin.

Fan Haoran rolled his eyes, saw the car coming to pick him up, and opened the car door to get in: "Are you a child, the more you want to do this if you let you do it." When the car was driving, he finally looked at himself indecently He stretched out his hand to pull the poisonous snake out from under his clothes, and held his forehead, "I want to spend the family reunion day with you, a cold guy." As he spoke, he shook the poisonous snake, which suddenly stiffened and then softened, and said, "Can you cook? Can you make dumplings?"

"Do you think the great Dark Lord would cook himself or make inferior Muggle food?" Hissing, Voldemort pulled out his tail and nestled comfortably on the side.

The driver had received strict training, and he didn't seem to see the Fortune Teller speaking to a snake.

"Ha, the omnipotent Lord Dark Lord?" He smiled as deep as the waves on the lake in the dark night, "If I remember correctly, the great Lord Dark Lord seemed to have lived in the Muggle world when he was a child." , your great bloodline..." He laughed, didn't go on, and didn't care about the anger and viciousness under the sudden shadow of the poisonous snake. head."

Under the eyes of the poisonous snake wishing to tear him apart, the boy sat on the seat, turned sideways and saluted a gentleman: "Let me introduce again, I am a fortune teller from the Black Street, you can call me joker."

The poisonous snake Voldemort sneered, fortuneteller?Even in the wizarding world, people with such a bloodline are extremely rare, not to mention that the Potter family cannot have such a bloodline.He looked at this ignorant kid mockingly, but the irony of unbelief was shattered by facts on Christmas night.

The snow scene at night is quiet and beautiful, with a childlike dream, the heavy snow is still falling, and the delicate-looking green-eyed cat-eyed boy stands outside the kitchen, very disgusted with a man in the kitchen: "Isn't there an instruction manual? Wouldn't the omnipotent Lord Dark Lord follow the above steps?"

Voldemort possessed this Muggle who had no magic power at all. His anger and killing intent had reached an unprecedented level. Letting the great Dark Lord possess a dirty Muggle was enough to insult him. And to make oriental dumplings for this savior with countless eccentricities.

"Shut up!" He growled trying to maintain his elegant expression, with white flour all over his hands and body, "You think I'm someone who needs to cook by myself?"

Fan Haoran leaned against the kitchen door with folded hands, and snorted: "I don't want to see other people I don't know walk in on such an important festival. Hurry up, I'm so hungry."

Voldemort's subordinates paused for a moment, their eyes were covered in darkness by the hair: "Since you know it's important, you should do it yourself." Rather than letting me do it, there is no defense at all.It's not that he didn't have a poisonous thought in his heart, this gloomy and vicious thought kept rolling in his chest.

Fan Haoran looked at his back expressionlessly, a cold arc was formed at the corner of his mouth, would he be afraid of poison?With a physique of more than 500, even if he swallowed the poison directly, he could get rid of it in a short time.But he didn't say it himself, he just deliberately gave him this opportunity, he wanted to let the Lord Dark Lord understand that he was not some naive little flower.He needs this soul piece to give him an elusive sense of uneasiness.

The young man glanced at the snake wrapped around Voldemort's arm indiscriminately, turned around slowly, and poured a glass of water on the dining table outside.

"Master J, Queen Victoria, who wanted to meet with you last time, has arrived outside the villa after learning of your return. You..." The call line of the butler's room was connected, and the person in charge of the villa's security system immediately reports.

"I see, let him come in. Of course, according to the old rules, he can only be alone." The young man put down the goblet, and the transparent warm water in it was surrounded by a silver halo.

The one who came in was a man with very enchanting and even beautiful features, with long golden hair and rare silver-gray eyes.He is the person looked up to by the dark forces in London, Her Lady Queen, Victoria.

"It's such a great honor to meet Mr. J. I've come to see you many times but never returned. It seems that today is my lucky day." Victoria said exaggeratedly. He has a strong desire to perform, but he won't let People find it annoying or rude, and it can even be said that this is his personal charm.

"It's also an honor to see your beauty." The boy walked up to the man who was wearing a lace black dress like that of an aristocratic lady, and even a gauze hat that concealed his appearance. He took Victoria's hand and said Hand kiss.This action may be very offensive to men, but it is indeed a supreme compliment to Her Lady Queen.

Voldemort's red eyes were gloomy, as if he had merged into the darkness without a single wave, he was still holding the oriental cuisine tutorial book in the kitchen without even saying a word.

"Oh, you're really cute." Victoria smiled while covering her blood-sucking red lips. On his hands were black lace hollow gloves, which looked very elegant.

"Coffee, black tea and milk, plus chocolate shavings and tea macaroons, do you think it's okay?" Fan Haoran asked Victoria, which attracted the attention of that very glamorous man.His own taste buds are very partial to the combination of drinks, especially six points of coffee, three parts of black tea, one part of milk, sprinkled with one part of chocolate chips, and served with hot macaroons, this is heaven for him .

"J, you really know everything." Victoria recalled the youth's legends in the dark world, so it's not surprising that she knew these hobbies of her own.He was leaning lazily and charmingly on the sofa, his silver-gray eyes looked over, with confusion and some imperceptible emotions buried in them, "So, fortune teller J, what do you need from me?"

The young man smiled and brought the mixed hot drink to him. His little finger lightly brushed across the table, and there was no sound when he put down the gold-rimmed and emerald-patterned teacup: "That depends on what you want from me. You know, take What you walk and what you pay must be equal."

Voldemort listened to the boy's words thoughtfully.Are you equal?He sneered inwardly, it was because of lack of ability.

Fan Haoran looked at this glamorous queen, he was sitting opposite Victoria, his soft voice was like someone holding a scalpel about to dissect the soul, with a strange rhythm, "How old are you this year?"

"J, don't you know this kind of thing?" Victoria held a specially prepared hot drink and looked at the boy jokingly, with an exaggerated and comic effect.

"For things like fate, it is natural to choose an age group. Please rest assured that everything you said here today will remain a secret forever. You must know that if a fortune-teller reveals the secrets, he will be punished very severely. punishment." Fan Haoran said nonsense with a smile, his eyes were sincere and helpless.

"26, today is my birthday." Victoria said.

"So, what is your real name? Of course, the full name is required."

"Priscilla Chester Ken Cedric Hogan Herman Rex Christ Alva"

Fan Haoran directly searched for this endless name in Wuji, 26 years old.Wow, what a truly colorful life.

He immediately understood why this man came here.

"Then, you are already standing on the path of choice." The young man looked at the man with a soothing and strange tone, "One leads to happiness, and the other leads to the peak. Give up or gain, tragedy and anger and dark emotions always It doesn't matter, the path you want to choose is already on your left or right hand." The boy said, "Do you want happiness or supremacy?"

Victoria suddenly showed some panic, he suppressed his desire to rush out: "Will he die?"

"It depends on your choice. He is still alive, isn't he?" The young man smiled, like the moonlight reflected in the deep sea, or the breeze blowing on the top of a snow mountain.

Victoria's eyes suddenly brightened. He stood up and bowed to the young man on his seat, thanking him in the most sincere tone: "I understand, your reward will be delivered within a week, thank you for your guidance." He didn't realize it Use honorifics.

"You're welcome, this is your choice." Fan Haoran stood up and returned the greeting with perfect etiquette.

Voldemort suppressed all kinds of darkness surging in his heart, and put a bowl of dumplings with thin skin and lots of stuffing in front of him, his eyes were filled with the pursuit of power and the desire to kill.

"I remember that the Potter family doesn't have the prophesied blood." Voldemort said in a deep voice, holding a bowl of dumplings in front of him.

Fan Haoran sniffed it, and was pleasantly surprised: "It smells so good, it seems that you still have the talent to be a cook, are you really omnipotent?"

Under Voldemort's eyes that wanted to chew him up and swallow blood, the boy ate a dumpling before saying, "It's not a prophecy, it's divination." He didn't mind at all, "The appearance of a prophecy is often the prerequisite for its realization, and mine Divination can clearly see the choices and different results of each of your fates." He didn't eat any poison, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Although he has quite elegant dining etiquette, he never likes these unless it is necessary for missions Scenes.

Fan Haoran went on to say: "Just like you, every decision you make in your life has created your present. You can also choose not to make Horcruxes, so that you can suppress Dumbledore and become the wizard world. Character, it's a pity that you made a wrong decision and made your present." But his tone didn't have the slightest regret.

Seeing Voldemort's gloomy, muggle face in deep thought, Fan Haoran couldn't help shaking his head with the bloodthirsty writhing around him, and gave him a bait.

"But you are not in a desperate situation yet, I have a choice here, do you choose, or not?"