Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

The young Voldemort looked at me and said, "You look almost exactly like your mother when she was a child..."

"So, I hope that one day, Mom can live in the sunshine... without having to hide and conceal her appearance under the Confusion Spell... Grandpa, can you help me?"

Tom was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

"Also, it was discovered that Draco and Harry were Parseltongues..."

"Why are you so careless?" Young Voldemort frowned.

Since the fall of Voldemort, the Parseltongue that Slytherin was proud of seemed to have become a taboo.

Although most of the soul fragments in the notebook are dormant, as a future politician, he is very sensitive to the ever-changing world situation.

"Suddenly a big snake came and attacked Aurora, and I was exposed because of my impatience..." Draco looked guilty.

"Me too..." Harry looked directly at me and admitted.

"As you said, this is a test from the Greengrass family... They should know some information..." The young Voldemort thought, "Tell Lucius and Cissy about this, they will know how to deal with it."

Tom came up to Zabini, "Wake him up."

"But...but, I just used a sedative to make him sleep." I said hesitantly.

"I don't have much time..."

Young Voldemort looked at his hands, which were almost completely transparent.

I bit my fingertips and handed it to him.

He no longer hesitated and took my finger into his mouth.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression was so fragile and vulnerable that it made people feel pity for him.

No wonder countless men and women fall for his suit pants.

His slightly narrowed eyes looked like Burmese pigeon-blood rubies.

Like burning fire and flowing blood.

“This will be much more convenient…” Young Voldemort solidified into a physical form once again.

He met Draco's worried look and assured him, "This is the last time."

"You..." I couldn't imagine that he actually gave up the idea of ​​eternal life.

"I hope you can keep your promise..." Harry added.

Young Voldemort ignored his disrespect.

"Brace, wake up..." I reached out my hand, trying to shake him awake.

"Blaise, your mother is here to see you!" Draco rolled his eyes and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, you are so smart!" I am never reluctant to express my praise for him.

"Of course!" Draco was not polite.

The young Voldemort at the side shook his head, "Aurora, you've spoiled him..."

As expected, Zabini was shocked when he heard the news that Mrs. Zabini was coming.

"Mother... Mother, come to Hogwarts to see me? Impossible..." He laughed at himself.

Before he finished speaking, the young Voldemort's ruby-like eyes turned bright red, "Lyrics!"

Zabini suddenly covered his brow.

"It hurts so much... My head feels like it's being pricked by needles..."

"Sorry, I used too much force... Without a body, my control over magic has decreased..." The young Voldemort was very disappointed with himself.

At the age of sixteen, he was already a tall boy. He looked down at Zabini, who was rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, without any mercy.

He seemed to be born without empathy and compassion.

"I searched through all his memories..." Young Voldemort paused, and I couldn't help but hold my breath: "I confirmed that he had temporary amnesia."

"But I also saw some interesting things..."