Chapter 361 Interlude·Spiritual Confrontation
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
Although Ciel was extremely reluctant to admit it, he still had to say that when Ciel faced Voldemort's spiritual offensive for the first time, he lost completely. If Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, Ciel wouldn't have been sure. Can I have today?
Therefore, the moment Voldemort stopped selling, Charles understood what Voldemort meant and did not launch an offensive. Instead, he looked at Voldemort calmly without any emotion.
"What's wrong, Mr. Voldemort? I thought the battle between the two of us was going to be decided today?"
Listening to Charles's slightly mocking and flat tone, Voldemort tried hard to suppress his anger and laughed hahaha, as if he had heard the funniest thing.
After a long time, Voldemort finally put away his sick smile and looked at Charles, his whole person looked both elegant and weird, "Don't be joking, Charles. You should still remember what I told you when I was kidding, right?" "
After listening to Voldemort's words, Ciel, who should have shown a hint of anger as expected by Voldemort, remained calm. There was not even a trace of emotion in his eyes, and all he had was indifference.
"Of course you remember, Mr. Voldemort, you want to torture my parents and loved ones in front of me? Sorry, I can't remember the exact words. What's wrong? Are you going to start your evil plan?"
Listening to Charles' unusually calm and even indifferent tone, both Voldemort and Harry behind Charles looked at Charles with surprised eyes. The difference was that Harry's eyes were full of fear. And Voldemort's eyes were full of surprise.
Harry seemed to want to say a few words to Charles, but before Harry could organize his words, Voldemort interrupted Harry's thoughts with a laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahaha, Charles Lancaster, I did not misjudge you. Look, in fact you and I are the same person. Now you can say these things in a normal way. Why? Like this, I'm giving you one chance after another, kill Harry behind you, or kill me! You know that magic spell!
As long as you kill me, or Harry Potter behind you, I can guarantee that everything I said will not come true. Not only that, you will also get everything from me, magic, wealth, women, rights, everything about me. will be yours! "
As Voldemort spoke, he opened his arms and looked at Charles crazily, as if Charles could kill him as long as he used the Death Curse, and he would never make any resistance.
Voldemort's actions shocked Harry behind Charles and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. Some of the Death Eaters who reacted quickly knelt down and looked down at Voldemort, who was standing in front of Charles with his arms spread wide. He kept wailing the word "master" in a low voice.
Compared to Voldemort's madness, Charles's face was still ordinary. He looked at the mad Voldemort across from him with a hint of disdain, and it seemed that he was really undefended.
Ciel even dared to swear on his ten years of life that if he really used the big melon, Voldemort would definitely use some small means to ensure that he would never be hit.
"Do you really think I'm the same as I was a few years ago?"
The contempt in Ciel's tone was very strong, and he seemed to have no intention of accepting this tempting idea.As he spoke, Hill reached out and took out a shining golden goblet from his pocket.
The moment Charles took out the goblet, Voldemort's face, which was originally filled with a sick smile, quickly turned cold, and even began to slowly turn into the same color as the bottom of a pot.
"Where did you come from?"
Voldemort asked this sentence almost through gritted teeth. His eyes were fixed on the golden goblet in Charles's hand, as if he was thoughtful.
谷楾
After listening to Voldemort's words, a smile finally appeared on Charles' face. He slowly shook the goblet in his hand and looked at Voldemort opposite with a smile in his eyes.
"What? Can't you recognize your own things? By the way, I'm curious, where did you find this thing?"
As Charles spoke, he shook the goblet in his hand. The moment Charles finished speaking, a flame suddenly burned in the empty goblet. It looked like it from a distance. Like a super small Goblet of Fire.
Charles didn't hesitate at all, drank the fire in the cup, and then calmly put the goblet back into his pocket.
"Firewhiskey, I think Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, will never go to the Ministry of Magic to report me for underage drinking, right?"
As Charles spoke, he looked at Voldemort. The slightly mocking smile in his golden eyes seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and Voldemort's face across from him was getting darker and darker.
Harry looked at Charles's confusing operation with a confused face, and then looked at Voldemort, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He didn't know what the two of them were doing, not to mention Harry, or even who was behind Voldemort. All the Death Eaters had no idea what the two of them were doing.
On the contrary, Voldemort and Charles were well aware of their spiritual confrontation. After a long time, a smile finally appeared on Voldemort's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Char, I really think more and more of you!"
Listening to Voldemort's words, a smile broke out on Ciel's face, and he leaned slightly to look at Voldemort opposite.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Dark Lord!"
Charlotte paused for a moment before continuing.
"Although I am very grateful for the compliment, Mr. Dark Lord, I think you should run away, right? How long do you think your loyal subordinate Crouch Jr. can hold my teacher back in Hogwarts? That The trash can't even hold me back, dear Mr. Tom Riddle."
Charles's tone changed from pretending to be happy at the beginning, to gradually becoming indifferent, and finally to ridicule. Harry, who was standing behind Charles, could even clearly see Voldemort's expression following Charles's words. Gradually it begins to twist.
Until the last terrifying snake face with an expression full of twisted anger.
After taking a few deep breaths, Voldemort forcibly suppressed the anger deep in his heart, squinted his eyes and looked at Ciel, who was still standing calmly in front of Harry, and then said.
"You are right, Ciel. I should go and look forward to our next meeting."
Listening to Voldemort's answer, Ciel couldn't hide the smile on his face, and his tone was unusually cheerful.
"A very wise choice, Mr. Voldemort. I think you don't want to be besieged by me, the teacher and the Order of the Phoenix not long after you were resurrected and before you could find your nose and lose your body again, don't you?"
Listening to Charles's words, the dangerous light in Voldemort's eyes flashed away, he snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared with a group of his men in a burst of distortion, leaving only one still lying on the ground. Just a twitching Death Eater.
Therefore, the moment Voldemort stopped selling, Charles understood what Voldemort meant and did not launch an offensive. Instead, he looked at Voldemort calmly without any emotion.
"What's wrong, Mr. Voldemort? I thought the battle between the two of us was going to be decided today?"
Listening to Charles's slightly mocking and flat tone, Voldemort tried hard to suppress his anger and laughed hahaha, as if he had heard the funniest thing.
After a long time, Voldemort finally put away his sick smile and looked at Charles, his whole person looked both elegant and weird, "Don't be joking, Charles. You should still remember what I told you when I was kidding, right?" "
After listening to Voldemort's words, Ciel, who should have shown a hint of anger as expected by Voldemort, remained calm. There was not even a trace of emotion in his eyes, and all he had was indifference.
"Of course you remember, Mr. Voldemort, you want to torture my parents and loved ones in front of me? Sorry, I can't remember the exact words. What's wrong? Are you going to start your evil plan?"
Listening to Charles' unusually calm and even indifferent tone, both Voldemort and Harry behind Charles looked at Charles with surprised eyes. The difference was that Harry's eyes were full of fear. And Voldemort's eyes were full of surprise.
Harry seemed to want to say a few words to Charles, but before Harry could organize his words, Voldemort interrupted Harry's thoughts with a laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahaha, Charles Lancaster, I did not misjudge you. Look, in fact you and I are the same person. Now you can say these things in a normal way. Why? Like this, I'm giving you one chance after another, kill Harry behind you, or kill me! You know that magic spell!
As long as you kill me, or Harry Potter behind you, I can guarantee that everything I said will not come true. Not only that, you will also get everything from me, magic, wealth, women, rights, everything about me. will be yours! "
As Voldemort spoke, he opened his arms and looked at Charles crazily, as if Charles could kill him as long as he used the Death Curse, and he would never make any resistance.
Voldemort's actions shocked Harry behind Charles and the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. Some of the Death Eaters who reacted quickly knelt down and looked down at Voldemort, who was standing in front of Charles with his arms spread wide. He kept wailing the word "master" in a low voice.
Compared to Voldemort's madness, Charles's face was still ordinary. He looked at the mad Voldemort across from him with a hint of disdain, and it seemed that he was really undefended.
Ciel even dared to swear on his ten years of life that if he really used the big melon, Voldemort would definitely use some small means to ensure that he would never be hit.
"Do you really think I'm the same as I was a few years ago?"
The contempt in Ciel's tone was very strong, and he seemed to have no intention of accepting this tempting idea.As he spoke, Hill reached out and took out a shining golden goblet from his pocket.
The moment Charles took out the goblet, Voldemort's face, which was originally filled with a sick smile, quickly turned cold, and even began to slowly turn into the same color as the bottom of a pot.
"Where did you come from?"
Voldemort asked this sentence almost through gritted teeth. His eyes were fixed on the golden goblet in Charles's hand, as if he was thoughtful.
谷楾
After listening to Voldemort's words, a smile finally appeared on Charles' face. He slowly shook the goblet in his hand and looked at Voldemort opposite with a smile in his eyes.
"What? Can't you recognize your own things? By the way, I'm curious, where did you find this thing?"
As Charles spoke, he shook the goblet in his hand. The moment Charles finished speaking, a flame suddenly burned in the empty goblet. It looked like it from a distance. Like a super small Goblet of Fire.
Charles didn't hesitate at all, drank the fire in the cup, and then calmly put the goblet back into his pocket.
"Firewhiskey, I think Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, will never go to the Ministry of Magic to report me for underage drinking, right?"
As Charles spoke, he looked at Voldemort. The slightly mocking smile in his golden eyes seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and Voldemort's face across from him was getting darker and darker.
Harry looked at Charles's confusing operation with a confused face, and then looked at Voldemort, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He didn't know what the two of them were doing, not to mention Harry, or even who was behind Voldemort. All the Death Eaters had no idea what the two of them were doing.
On the contrary, Voldemort and Charles were well aware of their spiritual confrontation. After a long time, a smile finally appeared on Voldemort's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Char, I really think more and more of you!"
Listening to Voldemort's words, a smile broke out on Ciel's face, and he leaned slightly to look at Voldemort opposite.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Dark Lord!"
Charlotte paused for a moment before continuing.
"Although I am very grateful for the compliment, Mr. Dark Lord, I think you should run away, right? How long do you think your loyal subordinate Crouch Jr. can hold my teacher back in Hogwarts? That The trash can't even hold me back, dear Mr. Tom Riddle."
Charles's tone changed from pretending to be happy at the beginning, to gradually becoming indifferent, and finally to ridicule. Harry, who was standing behind Charles, could even clearly see Voldemort's expression following Charles's words. Gradually it begins to twist.
Until the last terrifying snake face with an expression full of twisted anger.
After taking a few deep breaths, Voldemort forcibly suppressed the anger deep in his heart, squinted his eyes and looked at Ciel, who was still standing calmly in front of Harry, and then said.
"You are right, Ciel. I should go and look forward to our next meeting."
Listening to Voldemort's answer, Ciel couldn't hide the smile on his face, and his tone was unusually cheerful.
"A very wise choice, Mr. Voldemort. I think you don't want to be besieged by me, the teacher and the Order of the Phoenix not long after you were resurrected and before you could find your nose and lose your body again, don't you?"
Listening to Charles's words, the dangerous light in Voldemort's eyes flashed away, he snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared with a group of his men in a burst of distortion, leaving only one still lying on the ground. Just a twitching Death Eater.
