Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

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The eyebrows on Voldemort's handsome face were frowning, and the nostrils under his nose were slapped with anger, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched to appear deformed and hideous: Never let the other party reveal this spelling method!

Voldemort, who was full of such a thought, couldn't help but raise his hand and it was a green light shot out-but then he regained his senses, his muscles were tense, and he was ready to dodge Avadaso, who he might be turned back by. Mantra.

But Allen seemed to be stunned, with an expression of horror, leaning on the sofa dumbfounded, the green light hitting his chest.

"Ouch!"

Allen slumped back on the sofa, his twisted expression of pain rested on his face.

"Master!" The guard made a surprise voice, "You did it!"

Voldemort just took a breath, and the tense string in his mind seemed to be broken: Alan Harris is too strong and has formed an overwhelming advantage for him, a heavy sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart rising.

"Almost, but it still hurts to hit the curse."

Allen's voice made the cheering guards stunned again, as if under a petrification spell. He then took back the exaggerated expression of horror on his face, and smiled at Tom: the previous time he and old Tom duel, he successfully predicted that the dark lord’s more powerful killing curse could only hit. He hurt him, but he didn't take a risk test at the time, and today this young Tom released it as an experiment-the results show that the young Voldemort's killing curse is stronger than that of Umbridge. A lot of it, but it has already made him bleed and can't do it.

Voldemort's pale face was a little bluish, and he almost roared: "Alan Harris... let's get the word out, what do you want me to do?...huh?!!!"

Voldemort's talking mouth was suddenly pinched by Alan's outstretched hand and his chin was pinched open, and he also looked at the mouth of the Dark Lord's teeth.

There was a crisp sound.

Voldemort, who reacted to the sudden attack, knocked out Allen's hand with his hand, and Allen didn't care. He just squinted his eyes, leaned back slightly, looked at Voldemort carefully from top to bottom, and turned on him. After a few laps: "Now you seem to care about the appearance, just dress simple."

Voldemort's look at this kind of eyes reminded him of what happened when he was a child, just like the first time he met Dumbledore and was threatened by burning his closet, which made him breathe angrily, and asked in a sharp voice. : "What on earth do you want to do?"

At this time, the guard Stan, who had just recovered from the shock that Alan was immortal after being hit by the Avadasos Curse, was shocked in his heart again. He felt that the look in Allen’s eyes felt strange—though this look It didn't fall on himself, but he felt uncomfortable.

Guru~~~

The sound of his stomach screaming broke the somewhat intense atmosphere.

Voldemort stared coldly at this embarrassing subordinate, and met his master's cold gaze, causing Stan, who was tight, almost screamed-it was close to the usual meal time, and his empty stomach was shouting. He was hungry, which made him grumble just now. This caused his cold sweat to seep out of his back instantly, and his heart began to worry that even Alan Harris would let him go, but now that he saw himself who heard the master’s make a fool of himself, and now that he was embarrassed by the master, it would still be considered. The tolerant Dark Lord, revealing his hidden side that is not so forgiving.

But this also made Alan stretch his face, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time. Then he took out a few scotch eggs from his pocket, and two soft buttered breads, and put them on the table in front of the sofa.

Allen showed a friendly smile: "I just heard your stomach say hungry, I just have a piece of bread here, I'm not hungry yet, please eat."

"Uh...thank you?"

Although the character of the owner of the floating city in front of him was more elusive and weird, Stan stretched out his hand tremblingly-he didn't dare not take the food, so he could only tore a piece of bread and stuffed it in his mouth.

Voldemort took a deep breath and calmed down. He glanced at the food, raised his head and did not use them, then lowered his head without a smile, took the quilt and touched the Coke with his lips to make the scene clear. So stiff.

"Actually, my purpose is very simple." Allen leaned on the sofa, raised his brows, and said enthusiastically to Voldemort: "My house is quite big. You are welcome to come and play at my house. If you are tired, just live with me. That's okay."

Voldemort was very surprised when Allen said this purpose. He really didn't understand what Harris said. He moved forward slightly and asked tentatively: "Principal Harris, you mean let me join Harris." family?"

Stan moved his body quietly. As he grew up in the modern wizarding society, he thought of more. The hand holding the bread was trembling, and he didn't dare to look up: He knew that some pure-blooded wizards had special hobbies, and there was one named Jig The wizard used a similar method to trick his neighbor, a little wizard who was dependent on his grandmother—and Alan Harris in front of him, although he heard that he only targeted witches, but who knows if he will get bored, think Using the Dark Lord to change tastes, it seems that some people will feel that this will bring some sense of conquest.

"If you are willing to join, that would be great. It will save us a lot of trouble... uh, please wait..." Allen said in a calm tone, and he began to reach out to his pocket and rummaged in it.

Voldemort watched Alan's movements coldly. His fingers tightened while holding the Coke cup. For such an understatement of the opponent's response, he understood that it showed that the opponent didn't put his strength in his eyes, so he didn't care. Tone of voice. Young Tom thought of the information he had collected, and knew that when the other powerful was in the fifth grade, the other mighty himself had wanted to subdue Alan Harris, and he began to wonder if the wizard in front of him wanted to take revenge—because Harris has the account and must pay the sentence. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

But then, this dark lord with more sensible heads, thin and slender fingers, grabbed his magic robe, and was a little bit happy after calculating it.

There is no doubt that Alan Harris has the current strength and has nothing to do with the Harris family behind him and Ravenclaw. The young Dark Lord realized that if he joined Harris, he could learn other places there. Unexpected magical knowledge, and if Harrisken wants to admit a powerful subordinate into the Harris family because of his magical talent, they will go on to help clear his identity, which is much easier than he has to deal with.

A suit of clothes floated in the air, and Allen took out a pair of black dragon leather boots from his pocket. His gaze swept over Voldemort, who was dressed in a plain black robe: "Please don't move, it won't hurt. I customized it according to the old one. First, see if it fits."

I had already figured out that the powerful young Dark Lord did not resist. Although he felt a little different on his body, he lowered his head and found that his clothes had changed.

He has changed into a white shirt, dark green waistcoat, and dark green bow tie on his shirt. The bottoms are straight, black pants without a trace of wrinkles... These clothes are elegant enough and even those leather boots. They have been worn on his feet, and the movement of hair on the side of his forehead let him know that his hairstyle has also been trimmed.

But the new white gloves on Voldemort's hands brought a strong style of housekeeping and attendant, which made him feel that something was wrong with his subordinate Stan. It would make sense to join Harris if it were those umbrella uniforms, because it was obvious that the other family had treated them. The German style was brought here.

"What do you want me to do?"