Any normal male wizard will surely feel a deep remorse when he hears such a beautiful witch schoolgirl complaining to you with such a resentful face.

After all, what normal person can refuse the extraordinary charm from a witch?

But Senior Riddle is not a normal person, and he doesn't even know if he can be called a ...... now. Person.

It is well known that after graduating from Hogwarts and completing a short internship, Voldemort began to work out of business for a long time, crawling on the dark side of the wizarding world, and getting sludge all over his body in all kinds of dark mires.

When learning magic, Voldemort has always adhered to the principle of power first and practicality first, and he doesn't care about any negative effects.

According to the memories that Hallie had seen, Tom Riddle had an extremely handsome face while he was still an intern.

With his skin and unique tongue skills, Tom Riddle was able to develop an extremely intimate relationship with the middle-aged and elderly descendants of Hufflepuff.

The Lady Hepzibah Smith was able to share with young Tom Riddle the secret of her possession of two heirlooms, the Hufflepuff's Gold Cup and the Slytherin Locket.

You know, many of Mrs. Smith's average or distant relatives don't know these two secrets.

This intimate relationship between them that is beyond the normal scope...... Although it is related to the sweet words that Senior Riddle used to be best at, it is enough to witness his handsome appearance.

With such a good congenital condition, Senior Riddle resolutely forgot the fact that his stomach was not very good and he needed to eat a softer meal, and at the same time chose to be self-reliant.

So he naturally didn't care about the handsome face given by his parents, and was able to conduct magic experiments on it without caring about it.

Until now, his pale spider-like hands, blood-red eyes, and long, narrow slit-like snake pupils were all evidence of Voldemort's many evil black magic mastering the transformation of the body.

Even in order to make it easier for him to conquer death and go further on the road to immortality, Senior Riddle also gave up a man's most precious thing......

That's right, Voldemort gave up his nose and has since earned him the nickname "No Nose", which almost no one in the wizarding world dares to call him.

Such a wizard who is extremely perverted psychologically and physically, it is naturally impossible to feel the slightest sense of guilt because the beautiful ageless witch in front of him blames herself.

Instead, Voldemort ...... More excited.

"Look, look!" Voldemort clasped his wand between his fingertips and clapped softly, "Look, who is this?" ”

"Isn't this the girl who never died, the youngest Sir Merlin Order of Merlin, the great Halle Potter?"

"Ah, you are so great, a household name throughout the wizarding world."

"I've never done that before, but ...... Can you give me an autograph? ”

The surrounding Death Eaters burst into laughter and clapped and howled desperately, as if the ape-men were holding a meeting.

Nagini hissed in displeasure, apparently not liking the noisy environment, but unfortunately no one cared about how it felt.

"Oh, I think these dear fellows of mine need your signature too." Voldemort grinned a wicked and slightly mean grin at the corner of his mouth,

"Look at you, Harry Potter, how excited everyone is to see you!"

"Ah, do you welcome me so much? I'm really flattered by that! ”

Harley bowed slightly forward, and her wand slipped into her palm.

"I'm so happy, after all, at first I was afraid that I would come uninvited and disturb the party of my dear Riddle and my masked friends."

"But......" A finger was gently erected and placed on Harry's mouth,

"But I think I should call them ...... The servants who just re-surrounded you? ”

"After all, judging by how you greeted them earlier, they don't look like your friends."

"How so?" Voldemort shook his head lazily, "These are my dear relatives and friends!" ”

"They've been my best friends, they've been following me since I went to Hogwarts, they've been aware of my past, and they're inseparable from me."

"You say, don't you? My dear friends? ”

Voldemort waved his hand, and there was a rush of echo around him, and all the Death Eaters nodded desperately in agreement.

"You see, everybody agrees with that. So how can you insult them like that? Voldemort withdrew his outgoing arm,

"But for your sake, I'll forgive you for this little mistake."

"Especially when you are dressed in such a costume to attend such a dinner party, I am really touched."

"Wait......"

Voldemort suddenly lengthened the end note, pretending to be surprised,

"You said you weren't invited? I've sent my faithful old fellow, Barty Crouch Jr., to greet you as a greeting attendant. ”

"Could it be...... Did you miss it? ”

"I'm sorry, Senior."

The girl jumped back nonchalantly and sat down on a crooked tombstone.

She sat crookedly, propped up the chair with one hand, and her wand swirled gently on the fingertips of the other hand, as if it might fall at any moment.

"The waiter you sent out is really not polite, and he actually used the Avada Death Curse on me."

"I think he should be under too much mental pressure, so I can only let him take a nap first."

"Wait, let me think about it...... Maybe it's eternal sleep, right? ”

"Oh?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his already narrow blood-red eyes instantly left only a slit,

"That's terrible. Forget it, it doesn't matter, since he doesn't have the ability to return to me, it only proves that he is a waste. ”

"Waste will not be needed by the great Voldemort, I will only have the strongest, noblest, wisest pure-bloods around me, and only they are worthy of being Voldemort's friends."

In this moment, Hallie could clearly feel the applause and cheers around her become more and more high-pitched.

Correspondingly, the Death Eaters, wearing black hoods and covering their faces as much as possible, were breathing out of order for a moment, and became heavier and heavier.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business."

Voldemort didn't observe the reaction of the Death Eaters around him, or even if he did, he didn't care,

"You've just arrived, dear Harry Potter, and it seems that there is no main course for today's dinner."

"Oh, no, I remembered, I actually prepared the main course...... You're the main course. ”

"After all, our relationship is so close, isn't it?"

"From that night thirteen years ago......"

Despite the current enemy, Voldemort began his own impromptu speech.

The Death Eaters also tacitly let the applause stop, respectfully listening to the master's untimely expression of emotions here.

Hallie was also very cooperative, and did not do it immediately, but looked at Voldemort with interest, and gave polite applause from time to time.

The scene was unusually harmonious for a while, as if it was just a group of masked men who suddenly got interested and wanted to start a tomb party.

The only incongruous changes may be clouds in mid-air and tombstones on the ground.

I don't know when, there were suddenly more and more dark clouds in the air, and the tombstones in this cemetery were slowly condensing gray gas.

The tombstone where Harley sat was emitting the same gray gas, but the gray was silently blending with a touch of green.

It was all going on silently in the dark, and only two people noticed the change.

Of course, one of them could only perceive part of the change, and that person was making an impromptu speech at this time.

“…… You see, he defeated me thirteen years ago, succeeded in preventing me from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone three years ago, and nearly strangled my last hope of resurrection a year ago. ”

Voldemort's speech quickly came to an end,

"Wow, it's really the same as the prophecy in the legend! That girl who never dies and, Harry Potter, she's the Dark Lord's nemesis! ”

Voldemort led the lead in laughing again, but this time the Death Eaters didn't dare to laugh along.

Everyone kept their mouths shut tightly and bowed their heads desperately, for fear of being selected as lucky viewers again, and rewarding them with a heart-piercing package.

"Although there were all sorts of surprises at those times, such as the fact that I was too careless to take into account the ancient magic that the mudblood woman was casting."

"For example, I'm too weak to rely on a piece of waste."

"For example, Wormtail is so incompetent that he can be caught by a little wizard in the third grade."

"But Voldemort never denies his mistakes, nor does he forget his failures."

"So today, let's have a duel." Voldemort focused his gaze on the careless girl in front of him,

"I'm going to show my friends how stupid it is to think this girl is better than me."

"I'm going to clear everyone's minds and make it clear that Harry Potter's first few victories from me were a fluke."

Voldemort smiled kindly at Hallie,

"Isn't it very scary? Is there a picture of imminent death in front of you? ”

"The sad picture of the silent death, the corpse lying silently in the dirt, little by little being corroded by the insects."

"Girl, run for your life, it will make this massacre called the contest even more interesting."

"Are you done?" Harley yawned, "So does that mean the duel can begin?" ”

"Of course." Voldemort smiled.

"Do we need to bow then? Do I need a countdown? Harley confirmed the detail with a slightly playful expression.

"Personally, I think it's still necessary, etiquette must be observed, and your dead parents must want you to behave very well, don't they?"

Voldemort's lipsless mouth smiled,

"Oh, I take back what I said. I forgot that your mother was a filthy mudblood, and she probably didn't know what politeness was. ”

"That is, you don't need to count down?" Harley's voice suddenly became more flat, cold, and gradually devoid of any emotion.

"It seems that the filthy Mudblood's bloodline has polluted your brain and ears too much to comprehend the honor that exists in wizard duels."

Voldemort pretended to be sad and sighed, "You can't comprehend my mercy and enjoy the last tender days of your life." ”

"But since you said you don't need to count down, then I'll fulfill your little wish before you die."

"So, the duel begins ......"

Before Voldemort's words fell, two spells slammed into Voldemort's face, knocking him upside down and flying.

Voldemort's scrawny body cut a not-so-graceful curve in midair, and finally slammed into a tombstone.

All of a sudden, stones were splashed and dust was all over the sky.

Voldemort had been buried in dirt and rubble, and he couldn't even see the corners of his robes.

These two spells, one is the Heart Piercing Curse and the other is the Imperius Curse.

They were all created by the Dark Arts Master Barty Crouch Jr., and they were released about ten minutes ago, and they were sleek and hot.

In Harley's clothes, a magic mirror was slowly disappearing.

"You see, it was you who insulted my parents, it was you who didn't believe in my strength, and it was you who initiated the duel yourself."

Hallie nodded at Voldemort with a cold expression,

"You didn't even need to count down and announce the beginning of the duel, you said it yourself, I didn't say anything."

"Fair this time, right? There should be no misunderstanding in everyone's minds, right? I'm better than you, that's obvious. ”

"Look, isn't it you who need to run for your life now? Is death looming before your eyes? ”

"Cry, scream, and run for your life, weak Senior Riddle, or this massacre called a duel will be meaningless."

"By the way, you're the main course tonight, the main course that only I can enjoy."

Listening to Harley say something similar in a similar playful tone, there was silence in the empty cemetery for a moment.

The rampant laughter of the Death Eaters seemed to be forcibly choked by an invisible ball, and no sound could be uttered.

They blinked, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"The host...... The Dark Lord, who was invincible and unmatched, and even Dumbledore failed to defeat him, was just sent flying in front of his own eyes? ”

No one dared to believe this scene, but everyone had to admit it.

And that makes them even more uncomfortable.

After all, they could still excuse their master with such reasons as "their master was careless", "there is powerful magic hidden in the ancient pure-blood Potter family", "Dumbledore was prepared and set up a trap in advance", and so on, thinking that the Dark Lord's defeat was only temporary.

As for Harry's exploits, they could also be considered to have Dumbledore forcibly praising Harry.

Not to mention that geniuses can do this, and many Death Eaters believe that their masters can defeat basilisks, defeat fire dragons, and even do better when they are younger.

But now...... The two of them are really engaged in a duel!

And his master does not seem to have the slightest power to fight back, and is still buried by rubble and loess.

A silent thunderclap exploded in the hearts of almost all the Death Eaters, and everyone realized the same problem.

The heavens of the wizarding world have really changed!

……

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(End of chapter)