Voldemort flicked his wand impatiently, and a few pieces of rock turned into sharp daggers, cutting all the ropes.
After these Death Eaters got out of trouble, they limped behind him.
Ignoring these disgraceful things, he turned his attention to Alvin again.
As for those members of the Order of the Phoenix, it was not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"Alvin Gaunt, give me the Prophecy Record, and I can give you a chance."
Staring at Alvin, tall and slender, with sharp eyes, Voldemort's vertical pupils flickered with admiration.
Once upon a time, he was as handsome as this junior.
His portrait played a big role when he became the Head Boy at Hogwarts.
Many girls voted for him without any hesitation. Even Gryffindor was no exception.
Unfortunately, appearance is a foreign object after all, and only Eternity and Dark Arts are his pursuits.
"Tom..." Alvin said slowly. The Prophecy Record in his hand glowed strangely, and when he flipped it over, he put it away.
"I thought you would start fighting as soon as you disagreed, but I didn't expect you to want to recruit me."
"Can't you? Alvin, in terms of seniority, you must call me grandpa. Regarding talent, you are among the few people in the magical world I look at."
Glancing at the Death Eaters behind him, Voldemort shook his head regretfully.
"Together, this group can't compare to you alone."
The contempt in words made Barty and the others grit their teeth and feel humiliated.
But even in anger, they had to admit that the strengths of the two sides were completely different from one dimension.
Alvin was also interested in Voldemort's words. "You know about my parents?"
Since the rebirth, although it is a standard orphan treatment for Reincarnation, Alvin also wanted to know the news of his parents in this life.
After all, they gave him this opportunity, which is why he is today's brilliance.
But the old dean gave him information that he was assigned to the orphanage by the government, and there was no other useful information.
And Voldemort actually has news of his parents here?
"I'm still very interested in your."
Seeing Alvin taking the bait, Voldemort didn't hide it. "I stole your great-grandfather's wand from and planted a false memory in him."
"I also got him imprisoned in Azkaban, where he died of old age."
When it comes to killing his uncle, Voldemort has no guilt at all.
He is an extreme egoist. To shape his pure-blood identity, he even killed his Muggle father without hesitation.
There was no wavering on Alvin's face. He had no feelings for these relatives and quietly waited for Voldemort's following words.
"I was also surprised that before Morfin Gaunt went to prison, he had a son, and that was your grandfather."
Voldemort told a secret story no one knew and hooked everyone's curiosity.
Before that, not many people really knew the true identity of Voldemort. No one expected such a relationship between him and Alvin.
And this makes them sigh in their hearts. The Gaunt family really always produces some legendary wizards.
There was Slytherin in ancient times, Voldemort and Alvin today.
"Then why didn't I find his records at Hogwarts?"
Alvin asked back. Since he went to Hogwarts, Alvin found out that the last member of the Gaunt family was Voldemort's mother, Merope Gaunt.
After that, and until he showed up, the school didn't have members of the Gaunt family back.
Voldemort sneered. "Your grandfather is also a genius of Dark Arts. Before he entered school, he killed a wizard and fled to France."
"From what I've heard, he married a Muggle and disappeared from the wizarding world."
"As for your parents, they were completely integrated into the Muggle world, and they both died in a ridiculous traffic accident not long after you were born."
Alvin nodded slightly and finally knew the cause of death of his parents in this life.
As for resurrecting them?
Alvin really didn't think about it. He never saw the two of them and never felt their soul breath.
"Thank you, Tom."
Alvin thanked him. Although the two were enemies, this time, Tom did help him.
"I'm already your only relative in this world." Voldemort's voice contained a hint of bewitchment. "Join me under my command, and you will become a big man under one person and above ten thousand people."
"When the time comes to kill Dumbledore and Grindelwald, you and I will rule the world."
"Even... I can make you immortal."
The hearts of the Order of the Phoenix were tense, and Voldemort's offer was quite tempting.
Didn't you see that a few Death Eaters were already breathing heavily?
And once they work together, Dumbledore's trouble is really big.
Only Harry looked calm, confident that Alvin would make the right choice.
Sure enough, Alvin couldn't help but sneer.
"Immortal? Just your present honor?"
Looking at Voldemort's nose, oh sorry, the two nostrils in the nose, he couldn't help it.
"Isn't it?" said Voldemort. "you are still young, and you don't understand that time is our wizard's worst enemy."
"Look, when Dumbledore grows old, and Grindelwald becomes the bones."
"I, Voldemort, remain as strong as ever."
In words, there is a strong self-confidence.
The Death Eaters looked at Dark Lord adoringly.
Even Lucius Malfoy's eyes showed a trace of struggle.
It should be said that Voldemort still has a certain personal charm. Otherwise, he would not have pulled up a group of Death Eaters back then.
It's just that Alvin doesn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.
He has already obtained the information he wants. Shouldn't it be a routine operation to destroy the bridge once it has been crossed?
He stroked the wand with his left hand, and a group of flames emerged from the wand's tip and flew to the bonfires one by one.
The originally dark and mysterious room was suddenly filled with firelight. Behind the two stood the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, who were clearly distinguished.
"Come on, Tom. Beat me and kill me with all your might."
"Strength and immortality can't be shown by just talking."