Adventures of the Prince of HP

It took one and a half months to go around thirteen countries in South America, this time being the last one. Allen saluted Edward and returned to his room in the hotel where he was staying.He took a deep breath, and was a little worried about the development of the wizarding world, but he could go back soon, the day after tomorrow.He shook his head and took off his suit jacket. At this moment, a cold hand grabbed the back of his neck. Alan leaned forward suddenly and kicked him with a side spin. However, his ankle was easily caught Hold it.

Seeing the person coming, Allen opened his eyes wide.

The man's skin was pale, his eyes were blood red, and his nostrils were as slender as a snake. He was wearing a black suit, and he gently stroked Allen's ankle, with interest in his eyes, "Muggle attack moves?" The man said, With a sudden pull, Allen lost his balance and fell down. He retracted his arms and planned to land on his back. He didn't try to get the wand, because Voldemort didn't mean to try to do it either.

However, once again beyond Alan's expectations, Voldemort suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his waist, his cold fingers tore off the hem of his shirt and poked in, his slightly low and hoarse voice echoed in Alan's voice. It sounded in my ear, "The Dark Lord has suppressed Muggles and Muggle-borns for a month and a half. Alan, you said you were going to go on a foreign visit and leave England, but you didn't say you were going to leave for such a long time... huh? Does the devil have something in exchange?"

Allen only had a shirt on his upper body at the moment, and he was trembling slightly from the ice. Hearing this, he said in a trembling voice, "What do you want, brother?"

"Hmm..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He looked down at Alan's golden hair, and pulled out his hand in Alan's shirt. The hand lifted Alan's chin with a little warmth, and he was about to bow down. Kiss up.

"Brother!" Allen panicked, "I don't think this is suitable..."

Voldemort paused, dragged his waist to sit on the sofa, pressed him on his lap and laid him horizontally, playing with Allen's lips with his fingers, "The Dark Lord needs a reason."

Allen swallowed, his hands were imprisoned by the other party, no matter whether it was a spell or a fight, he couldn't use his strength. He said, "...I am your younger brother."

As soon as the voice fell, Allen felt that what he said was nonsense!

Sure enough, Voldemort squinted his eyes in displeasure, and said softly, "Oh, Alan, bloodlines in the wizarding world can be married for more than three generations... What do you think the bloodline between us that has been separated for thousands of years is worth?"

"But I respect and love you so much because you are my elder brother..." Allen tried his best to make his eyes look more sincere, "Brothers shouldn't kiss."

Voldemort snorted coldly, "The Dark Lord thinks it's okay." Before Allen could answer, his big cold hands squeezed Allen's cheeks and forced Allen to open his mouth. His cold lips and tongue drove straight in, perhaps because he and Tom were the same People, the kiss between the two has the same domineering and unreasonable nature, and the reason of the main soul is already so weak that he doesn't even know to give Allen time to breathe.

Allen felt that he was going to suffocate, and just when he was almost breathless, Voldemort finally let him go.

"The Dark Lord advises you," Voldemort licked the corner of his mouth as he watched him panting, "change your mind."

Allen opened his eyes wide.

Voldemort looked at his appearance, and kissed him straight down, and didn't stop until Allen's lips were red and swollen, looking at his masterpiece with appreciation.

"Good." He said.

Allen swallowed helplessly. He didn't panic because of Voldemort, he panicked because of Tom. He was so furious when he thought of Tom's reaction when he was only touched by the main soul last time. He kissed him this time... He was a little worried about himself waist...

Voldemort obviously misunderstood his reaction, and his pale and slender cold hands stroked his head soothingly, "Alan, as long as you behave well, the Dark Lord can ignore the lowly Muggles, otherwise..." He narrowed his eyes Eyes, fingers touched Alan's neck dangerously, took a deep breath, "The Dark Lord will torture and kill them in front of you."

"Brother!" Allen's double pupils were filled with anger.

Voldemort pinched his jaw. "Don't try to disobey the Dark Lord."

Allen looked at him for a while, then took a deep breath, "I'm good... Please, brother, don't touch Muggles, Muggleborns, and mixed blood."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his chin, "You want too much."

"I agree with my brother's kiss," Allen gritted his teeth, "as long as my brother doesn't kill them and their lives are not involved..."

Voldemort nodded, "The Dark Lord can agree." He grabbed Allen's tie and pulled Allen up, "Then now, it's time for you to fulfill your obligation."

His lips stayed three inches away from Allen, wanting Allen to take the initiative.

Allen gritted his teeth, his neck and hands were in the hands of the other party, and he was dragged up by the other party's tie at the moment. He tried to make a condition, "Brother..."

"The Dark Lord doesn't want to hear any more excuses." Voldemort looked at him with impatient blood eyes, "There are Muggles outside the door."

This is a threat!

A naked threat!

Allen's chest rose and fell, he bit his lip slightly, and slowly leaned towards the other's lips.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes with interest, admiring Alan's struggle and helplessness, waiting for the thin lips that were forced to be offered.

At this time, there was a sudden change, and Allen's wand suddenly flew out of Voldemort's arms. After that, Allen was pulled into the opponent's arms by the spell, and Allen's waist was buckled by the opponent. A familiar feeling came, and he You don't have to look up to know who it is, his face is wrinkled into a bun in despair, God!Merlin!He is finished!

Tom's angry voice came from above Allen's head, "What are you doing to touch him?"

Voldemort showed a trace of anger, and the white wand appeared in his hand, "Oh, very good, so you have self-awareness?"

Alan was terrified, and raised his hand to push Tom away. This action annoyed Tom, but he tightened his grip, declaring his sovereignty word by word, "Alan is mine. He is mine from inside to outside. be mine!"

Voldemort's blood-colored eyes became more and more dangerous, he stood up, "Really?" He looked at Allen, "I'm not allowed to kiss because you have done it with him?"

Allen closed his eyes peacefully in Tom's arms, and he opened them three seconds later, feeling that he could still struggle for a while, "Brother... two brothers, I think we can talk about the Horcrux issue first .”

Tom and Voldemort said in unison, "Shut up!"

They looked at each other, one youthful spirit, one bloody majesty, the two refused to give in to each other, looked at each other, and both saw the killing intent in each other's eyes - this is no longer Alan's problem, it is who can take the lead Consciousness survives.

Even if they were once one with each other, but now, only one can live.

Allen felt the change in the atmosphere, and hurriedly shouted, "People with incomplete souls will disappear completely after death! Calm down! You merge! Can't you merge?! You kill each other, and they will disappear after death! When the time comes Eternal life will only be shorter!"

The two men ignored him, squinted their eyes, and started to act in a tacit understanding. Tom pushed Alan to the armchair aside, and the two of them added the confinement spell in a tacit understanding. The two thick ropes held Alan Wrapped tightly on the chair, Voldemort seemed to want to cast a silence spell, but after a pause, he went to pinch Alan's cheeks, and stuffed the handkerchief from Alan's suit jacket into Alan's mouth.

Allen struggled angrily, and the blond hair fixed by hair gel was scattered. Damn it, Tom knew he could break the spell, so he used this kind of physical and magical restraint. He moved his wrist with difficulty, and soon there were more There is a red mark.

The two of them ignored Alan's struggle at all, cast a few protective spells on Alan's place, and then started back and forth, silent and fast attacks. They all used the most powerful black magic to attack. Determined to kill the other party, the spell splashed in the room, making a mess of the magnificent hotel, the spell shattered the glass, smashed the wall, the whole room was shaking, the chandelier on the ceiling was destroyed, boom It fell with a sound, and was thrown aside by the two men with a curse. They glanced at Allen, and flew out of the window in tacit understanding, and flew to the clouds.

Allen was about to die of anger. He was so anxious that he tried hard to mobilize the magic power, causing the handkerchief in his mouth to fly out. He swallowed hard, and mobilized the Crushing Curse to smash the damn rope with difficulty. He finally succeeded, and he immediately Trying to break free from the rope, he raised his hand and cast a powerful silent obfuscation spell on everyone in this building and all the media workers below, and saw that those people deleted the photos in their cameras—thanks to the clearance work of the state visit, a powerful The restoration of the room was silently repairing the room, and he threw himself in front of the window being repaired, watching the flash of light in the clouds in the sky in panic, and he knew it was the battle between the two.

Damn, what should he do?

If either of these two people dies, all his plans will fall short!

How can he go up, he can't fly, and he doesn't bring a broom, he can only apparate... Wait, Allen looked up at the sky, pushed open the window that had been repaired, and then he was going to risk his life!

Allen confirmed in his mind the sky above the clouds, and launched Apparation. The scene in front of him changed, and the gorgeous room turned into a gloomy cloud, and the whole person began to fall at a high speed, and the fierce wind rushed towards his face...the two saw him ,he knows.

He cast a bunch of protective spells on himself, looked at the ground that was getting closer and closer, and tried hard to let himself float, it seemed to have some effect, and the speed of his fall was reduced a lot... Immediately afterwards, his waist tightened, and the phantom The dizziness of migrating came, and bright lights suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes and turning his head in discomfort.

Pulling the hand at the waist, when Allen came back to his senses, he saw the two people holding each other's wands and confronting each other, their faces were full of anger, and then they showed their tacit understanding of the same line.

"Do you still have a brain?"

"Can you fly?"

"Do you have a broom?"

"We beat so hard, are you here to die?"

"If any spell hits you, I'll kill all the Muggles here!"

"Are you interested in smashing into meat?"

"Sure enough, I should put you to death on the bed!"

There was a sudden silence on Voldemort's side, and it was about to fight again. Allen immediately saw the fruit knife on the table next to him, and immediately used the Flying Curse to draw it towards his neck, "Try another fight!"

The two of them paused for the spell they were about to launch, and looked at Alan again after being wary of each other. They became even angrier, and began to curse tacitly again.

Allen's hair was disheveled and his eyes were desperate. He sent the knife forward, and the blade cut through his neck, and the bright red blood flowed down. Now he was quiet. He exhaled slowly and long, and then took a deep breath. At the same time, he waved a magic spell to interrupt the Flying Curse cast secretly by the two men, and he said, "Brother... Brothers, I don't intend to commit suicide, but I just want to ask you to listen to what I have to say."

The two looked at each other, "Speak."

Finally returning to control, Allen let out a foul breath, "Horcrux... against the sky, so the side effects are very obvious. According to my observation of Dumbledore, the old man obviously knew this, and it is even possible that he was the one who led you to split your soul. ——Because the more splits, the weaker the master's reason will be, and finally he will become a lunatic who is irritable and loses all reason," he took a deep breath, "so, don't merge the soul, continue like this, You are likely to be defeated one by one by Dumbledore, and people with incomplete souls will dissipate in the world after death, and you will never have the chance to become ghosts... completely dead."

Allen looked at them, panting violently, "So the Horcrux is not a technique of longevity at all, it is a conspiracy of Dumbledore!"

Allen actually didn't know if it had something to do with the old man, but at this time he had to speak clearly. Although he gave him some hatred, he didn't care if he succeeded in the end.

His eyes wandered between the two, "Are you really going to do what he wants? He just knows that you are too rational and can really rule the wizarding world, so he uses this method to destroy you. Killing, no matter who is left among you in the end, for him, it is a Horcrux that has been wiped out, have you considered it?"

The two were a little silent, obviously listening.

Allen continued his efforts, "So, you put down your wands first, and let's have a good talk, shall we?"

This time Tom spoke, "Put the knife down."

Although Voldemort didn't speak, he slightly tilted his eyes.

"Put down the wand first." Allen said stubbornly, "Put down the wand when you put down the wand, and I will put down the knife."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then slowly lowered their wands.Tom immediately snatched the knife from Alan's hand, and almost couldn't hold back his hand to hit someone, but he held back and wiped the blood off Alan's neck.

Allen tilted his neck and said skillfully, "I was wrong." He caught a glimpse of Voldemort's blood-red eyes narrowed from the corner of his eye, and quickly got up and pressed Tom on one seat, and then pressed Voldemort on the other seat. A silent spell healed the not-so-big but not-so-small wound, barely stopping the bleeding.

Then he sat in the middle of the table, his eyes turned from left to right, and then from right to left, swallowing hard, "Hey, so fusion is good for you all, it's the biggest benefit... Everyone In terms of perspective."

The eyes of Voldemort and Tom were right, and the hostility in their eyes could almost overflow. Allen held his forehead, took the coat with the Flying Curse, took out the portrait of Salazar, and placed it on the The two were in the middle, "Patriarch Salazar, I leave everything to you."

Salazar looked at Allen sympathetically and nodded.

Voldemort's and Tom's eyes fell on Salazar at the same time, and there was some silence.

"Unworthy descendants!" Salazar sighed.

Allen left his seat to apply medicine to himself. His specialty is spells, but most of them are commonly used and black magic. He is really not proficient in healing magic. Looking at the attitudes of those two, he knew that they were the same, so he He dug out the medicine box here, endured the pain and applied medicine to the wound on his neck, and took out the ice cubes in the champagne bucket to apply cold compresses to his swollen lips and red wrists. He swore that he would never go anywhere in the future. Absolutely bring anti-scar potions and recovery potions!They are so functional!

After dealing with himself, his neck was also wrapped in a bandage, and there was still blood on his shirt. He sighed secretly, Edward would be worried tomorrow.He sat here quietly waiting for Salazar to convince the two unworthy descendants. Listening to the voice over there, he felt a little complicated. This accident made the day when Tom left him much earlier than he could. expected.

When Salazar's call came from over there, Allen got up and sat down. He took a breath, glanced at Salazar, and carefully looked at the two ancestors on both sides.

Finally, Tom said, "I can accept it."

Voldemort also said, "The Dark Lord has no objection."

it worked...

Allen felt a little lost. He never thought that the first Horcrux absorbed was Tom...

He tried to get more time with Tom, but Voldemort said, "The Dark Lord will take his diary tonight."

Tom was silent for a moment, and looked at Alan, who also looked back at those black eyes fixedly, the atmosphere was stagnant for a while, and Salazar sighed slightly.Tom got up and gently sucked Alan's lips, looked at him for a while, then kissed his forehead lightly, and disappeared.

Voldemort stretched out his hand, and Allen took out the diary from his jacket with trembling hands, and took it three times before taking it out. Those cold hands covered the diary, and with one force, he snatched it from his hand.

Voldemort stood up, looking at Allen with blood red eyes, very dangerous, "The Dark Lord hopes that next time I see you, you will be more obedient."

He didn't move, he was waiting for Allen to reply, Allen took a deep breath, "If brother completes the fusion... I will."

A gust of wind blew by, and the Dark Lord disappeared.