The Son of Light of the Snake House

Daniel had just blinked, when Voldemort suddenly turned his head and stared at the gap between Lucius and another Death Eater - the gap was big enough for two people to stand.

"The Leicesters should be standing here," said Voldemort softly, "but one of them and others were buried alive in Azkaban, and the other, my faithful Bella, was buried before us." This gentleman murdered"

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters, no one seemed to believe that the short student in front of them had the strength to easily murder the most insane of them all - he didn't even seem to be trying at all!

Daniel could feel a lot of eyes sizing him up and down, but he didn't care, even though Draco's dad was looking at him in shock.

Voldemort didn't have the slightest awareness of wanting others to destroy his own majesty. He walked beside Daniel nonchalantly, continuing his unfinished speech:

"They're loyal. They'd rather go into Azkaban than turn their backs on me... When Azkaban is breached, the Leicesters will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. Dementors will join us...they We are our natural allies... We will recall the banished giants... I will find all my loyal servants, and I will regain a group of magical creatures that everyone fears..."

His voice suddenly became louder, and stopped near the gap again: "Of course! Now our focus is not on this."

Voldemort licked the corner of his mouth and smiled slowly: "Do you still remember our purpose today? We need to catch Harry Potter. Although he escaped just now, it doesn't matter—he is back again!"

Voldemort stretched out a leg like lightning, and swept away towards the middle of the gap, and then, a figure emerged from the air, fell to the ground, and his wand flew out.Black hair and green eyes are like a lighthouse at sea in the dark.

"Look." He laughed out loud, spread his hands outward, and circled around surrounded by Death Eaters: "Our-ah-famous-famous-lived-has'powerful 'Harry Potter of the Might!"

The Death Eaters clamored.

"Harry Potter came to my regeneration party. We might as well call him my special guest."

Harry looked up in panic. He originally wanted to come in and take Daniel away quietly, but now it seems...

"Justice for 'decent men'. Voldemort sighed, and wiped the corners of his eyes pretending to be moved: "Is it really worth sacrificing yourself for your friends?" "

He took two steps forward, grinned, lifted Harry's chin with the top of his wand, and swiped it left and right twice, pretending: "I don't see anyone who is strong enough to beat Voldemort!" ?—Oh, I remembered, if it wasn't for that damned woman, you would have died that night too, but it's not too late now, and you'll be buried here after all the torture, like my stupid father Same end."

Harry knew that he shouldn't pay attention to this now, but he still looked at Voldemort's wand unconsciously. He still remembered that Ollivander once said that his wand and the Dark Lord's wand were "twin wands". It really looks like it.

"Cucici—" Voldemort's spell was roughly interrupted.A hand was inserted between the two, grabbing Voldemort's wand, and it was Daniel next to him.

"I suggest you not to do this." He said, pressing down lightly: "But if you miss this opportunity, you probably won't have the chance to do so."

For a moment, Harry felt like a little wife being fought over by two domineering presidents.

Voldemort was clearly angry, and he wasn't going to take it any longer.

"I warned you," he said slowly, but still didn't draw his wand back. "You could have had a chance to join me, but you can only blame yourself for not judging the situation."

Daniel snorted, "If you're ready."

Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes, and his tone sounded strange: "You are very confident, aren't you afraid that I will let my sincere subordinates attack you together?"

"You can give it a try, try to see if I will be afraid of these cowardly wastes under your command."

"I think you are toasting and not eating fine wine." Voldemort's expression was grim, and then he seemed to think of something, and laughed again.

"Wait a minute, Nagini," he said softly, and the snake swam across the grass to where the Death Eaters stood.Picking up Harry's wand in one gulp, he circled Harry's tail again.

And the Death Eaters also surrounded them, filling the gaps where no one was around, and surrounding the three of them.

"You learned to duel, didn't you?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Hearing this, Harry remembered that he had joined a short-term dueling club two years ago, as if it had happened in his previous life...he only learned the disarming spell "Expelliarmus" there.But he still remembered the battle between Daniel and Professor Snape at that time. To be honest, that was the battle in Harry's mind. , can only be called a play house for children.

Daniel nodded, took two steps forward, and stood opposite Voldemort, with a dark and silent wall behind him.

"Let's bow to each other, ha" Voldemort said and bowed, but his face was always looking at Daniel, and his scarlet pupils looked at him: "Come on, etiquette must be followed... as Dumbledore dear Student, Dumbledore must expect you to behave yourself... bow to death..."

The Death Eaters laughed like a paid audience.Voldemort's lipless mouth broke into a smile.Daniel was silent for a while, and bowed obediently.

"Very good." Voldemort said: "Then, I think this duel can be a bargaining chip. If I win, you need to surrender to me, and offer Harry Potter with your own hands, and become my undercover agent at Hogwarts. Help me kill Dumbledore..."

Daniel straightened his back, his face was full of ease and confidence: "Maybe you don't have to think so far, but it doesn't matter, you don't break the law if you think about it."

Voldemort was very upset: "You can talk about your chips."

"I don't need chips." Daniel smiled and said in a low voice, "As long as I kill you, everything will be settled."

These words were like a flash of lightning, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The author has something to say:

Daniel: It's cold, let Riddle go bankrupt.

Voldemort: You managed to piss me off, Duckhead

Harry: (shuddering.jpg)