present to the lord

Snape was a very difficult potion master. He had a severe and mean personality, persistent and gloomy, and he could even bear the word unfathomable.

And Fan Haoran wanted to get the crown back from him, it was indeed troublesome to fool such a double-faced agent, but it was just troublesome.He understood Snape too well, this man was burdened with heavy guilt and remorse, and unfortunately he was an egoist, no matter whether this matter would hurt this man again, he had to take advantage of it, this was his task.

"Professor Snape, thank you for keeping it carefully all the time, and thank you for your secrecy." He looked over with clear green eyes, with a sincere and soft smile of gratitude.

Snape's eyes flashed with pain when he saw those eyes, but soon they were full of emptiness, and he slowly sarcastically said: "It's so good, the sage Potter started his great dark career, but I have to Not to remind you, be careful with your little life, I don't want to drag out the body of a savior from Slytherin one day."

For such an intuitive concern, the young man smiled obediently and gratefully: "Thank you for your advice, I will definitely come to report again next time if there is anything to do. I hope you have a pleasant night, goodbye."

Snape watched the damned reckless and arrogant Potter with the eyes on the top of his head leave, his empty black eyes finally showing some emotion, his brows were furrowed tightly, his face stern and serious.He was undeniably worried.This Potter doesn't have a trace of the stupidity of that big man, but he doesn't have Lily's enthusiasm, oh, he has Lily's talent for potions, he looks cute but he is doing a dangerous thing, and this But he was so dazed that he really kept it a secret for him.

Snape sat quietly on the chair in the cellar, darkness enveloped him layer by layer.He leaned back in the chair tiredly and closed his eyelids.He couldn't help thinking and worrying about the boy who always praised and enjoyed his voice and sarcastic words extremely.Is it trust to do those things in front of yourself so openly?

why.

Back in the room, Fan Haoran waved his wand and cast a series of spells. Just as he put down the box containing the crown, Riddle sensed it. He came out of the diary and looked at the boy in astonishment. There was a lot of excitement in it. It's going to be turbulent.He thought that things might not be so fast, but he didn't expect that this 12-year-old boy who should be the enemy really wanted to resurrect himself.

"What kind of expression do you have, you think I'm teasing you?" Fan Haoran snorted and opened the box, "Under the eyes of the white wizard, who is so bored to bring the Horcrux here. Are you ready?" ?”

Riddle looked deeply at the boy who had grown a lot taller, his green eyes were calm and indifferent.He had never understood what was in those eyes. It was obvious that his adult self had killed his parents and made him an orphan, but what kind of heart did this young man have in resurrecting his enemy.

"Don't you hate me as an adult?" Riddle finally asked before he was about to merge, he didn't know what kind of answer he wanted, and his heart seemed to be stuffed with things at this moment, which made him feel heavy and squeezed .

"You've said it all, it's you as an adult, even if you want to hate it, it's not you." The young man looked at him, smiling without hesitation, "Even if you want to hate it, it's the main soul. At that time, Voldemort had already separated Bought six soul pieces. You are not him."

Riddle suddenly felt that the air became fresh again, and the feeling of squeeze in his heart was instantly dispelled. He smiled happily, and finally looked like an ordinary 17-year-old child. His eyebrows and eyes were flying: "I'll be right out." Wait for me.

Fan Haoran nodded and waved: "Hurry up."

When he came out again, Riddle still looked like a 17-year-old boy, but his black pupils turned dark red, like a pool of flowing blood. He is deep and reserved, but never underestimated.

Fan Haoran was able to use his mental power to detect that his power had become stronger. It can be said that the soul is a mass of power. The fusion of the soul from Riddle even made him think of something.

— Devour.

Fan Haoran immediately put aside this idea, in his opinion, killing people is nothing, but if killing even the soul, it would be a sin, and he would never go on this road.

But now, Fan Haoran looked at Riddle: "Red eyes are not as good-looking as black." He clicked his tongue in disgust, his bright red lips showed porcelain white teeth, like a flower blooming to reveal its core, very touching.

Riddle stepped forward and stared at it for a moment, and then suddenly pressed him on the sofa. He, who was fused with a soul piece that could touch the entity, finally realized what he had always wanted to do. His smile was charming and full of vitality, Rarely does he have such an overt expression: "I've wanted to do this for a long time." Wanting to be possessive.

Fan Haoran was hugged and pressed down by him, his complexion remained unchanged, his smooth black hair slid down because he was lying down, and the scar on his forehead was fully exposed, he said lightly: "Although you don't have much weight, it's possible that you think you can Overwhelm me?" He turned over as he spoke, his mental power directly suppressed him, nailing him firmly under his body, and looked down at him.

"The appearance is barely qualified." Because of the direct suppression of mental power, he also 'looked' over the person, "The figure is also good. Although the age is not eighteen, seventeen is also very good."

He tilted his head: "So, you're pretty good, why didn't I find out." The young man narrowed his lips with red lips and white teeth, with a picky and profound expression, his eyes were sharp, wild and ruthless.

Like a panther hunting for food.Riddle remembered the boy's Animagus form.

Just when Riddle thought he was going to do something, Fan Haoran got up and moved away, and he had a flat look again, with some plans: "Diary, ring, locket, gold cup, crown, Genie, what you can find now is the ring and Nagini, very good, then after dealing with these two, you should be able to find a body that suits you."

"Do you have this kind of spell?" Riddle looked at him in surprise. After all, this kind of top-notch black magic is extremely difficult to come across. People in the wizarding world cherish their own treasures and rarely show their private treasures. share with others.

"No." He replied resolutely, and then added, "However, it is still possible to pull out the soul and stuff it in again."

Riddle was even more confused, but he would not open his mouth to ask the end of this kind of thing, and it was Slytherin's way to leave room for everything.

While Fan Haoran was dealing with these matters, he was summoned more frequently by the principal.Starting from the popularity that Neville Longbottom has started to accumulate under the actions of the white wizard recently, Fan Haoran immediately understood the intention of the white wizard, and then looked at the fact that Ron's favorability, which has been staying at 75, has been declining. He could redeem it, but he was really impatient with that brat who was noisy and reckless. He was afraid that he might not be able to take it and beat that kid before he said his friendship had reached 90.

"Harry, Gryffindor is saying that you are not the savior." Draco handed over a month fruit that had been cut in half, and his voice was very low, "You should have heard about Longbottom's About the Crucible Killer."

Fan Haoran put the things down and stirred slowly for seven times, then quickly chopped up the medicinal materials with a silver knife, and said casually: "It doesn't matter what you do, Draco, you have to be prepared, besides, I was originally He will not become a god who saves all peoples from fire and water, and if he does not live up to his expectations, he always counts on others, and who can be blamed for being oppressed and hurt?"

"Saint Potter, when brewing the potion, did he just say it with his mouth? It seems that your ability is really better than your humble potion professor." The gloomy and silky voice was like a whisper, Every word he said made Fan Haoran's heart more happy, and there was nothing more enjoyable than this low and slow voice flowing through his ears.

"Professor Snape, of course I don't have your skills. Apart from your charming voice, your potion making is simply at the level of a top master." He said with a smile, moving neatly on the operating table, " But I made progress this time, at least I didn't push my partner down." He narrowed his eyes teasingly.

Snape knew the kid was doing it on purpose as soon as he heard the tone, and he was very puzzled what the kid was thinking.sound?He himself didn't think his voice was so fascinating, this little monster would rather be sprayed with his own venom to listen to himself.

He snorted: "I hope your brain can always remember." Know how to ask for help.

"It's just like that?" Fan Haoran sighed regretfully, and smacked his lips in disappointment under Draco's strange gaze.

Without Riddle to open the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore still has a way to build momentum for his backup savior. Gryffindor's Ron, Hermione, and Longbottom rescued a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest after being banned. Everyone was added fifty points by the headmaster, and Longbottom was pushed out to receive the enthusiastic support and various praises of the entire Gryffindor.

On the other hand, Fan Haoran in Slytherin is still a teacher, living in the hall, dormitory, three points and one line, the law is hopelessly regular, and his grades are excellent and satisfactory.But even so, he could still detect the sharp eyes behind Dumbledore's glasses.

"Are you uneasy because you can't control it?" The short black-haired boy said to himself young, "Do you doubt that there will be a third Dark Lord?" With some sarcasm, he crossed his legs and sat on the single-person velvet silver-green sofa On the table, sitting in a leisurely and uninhibited posture, "I think Dumbledore should not be called the White Wizard, he should be called the 'Dark Lord Maker'." He put his hand on the side of his face to cover his lips, as if he thought it was interesting Laughing, coldness flowed through the narrowed eyes, "What do you think of Longbottom's body?" His evil eyes were full of vicious teasing, "I really want to see that Dumbledore's two saviors can't use it." look."

The corner of Riddle's lips twitched: "I don't want the body I want to use to be that kind of idiot without style." He immediately refused.

"It's a pity." He said in a teasing tone, then picked up his bathrobe and walked into the bathroom, and said casually, "I'll fix you when I go to Gaunt's old house after the holiday. You can find it yourself. I Only deal with souls."

Listening to the sound of water inside, Riddle was a little distracted, but it only took a moment to calm down the thoughts in his heart again, his eyes were restrained, and his handsomeness carried the strength of a superior.

The days passed quickly. Fan Haoran still gained a lot from reading books and communicating with Riddle about black magic. At least he had a broader and more detailed understanding of magic power and magic than others. Manipulation of magic is more handy.Moreover, teasing the Snake King of Slytherin from time to time is also very interesting and beneficial to the body and mind. Draco, under his father's instructions, this year's holiday is coming, and the little peacock walked over with a bit of a tangled expression: "Harry, would you like to spend this holiday?" Come to my house as a guest, my father wants to see you."

"Want to see me?" He remembered the platinum-haired nobleman in the bookstore, raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, shrunk his luggage and put it in his pocket, holding an old diary in his hand, There is also a custom premium fountain pen.The young man is tall and slender. "He is very welcome to visit Black Street. Although I am very busy this holiday, I can spare time to meet Mr. Malfoy."

He tilted his head as he spoke, as if he was counting the day when he would be free, and then said: "Please let him come over at the beginning of next month, find Joker, and someone will show him the way. Of course, Draco, you can also come over , I will show you an eye-opener. Then, see you next month."