Chapter 360: Sixteen-year-old Voldemort!!

"Look, look… I knew it, as long as I use Harry Potter to threaten him, he will definitely run out like an idiot, haha!"

Flint laughed loudly.

The Slytherin students beside him also followed along, loudly mocking Darren.

Darren noticed that a few students had unwilling expressions; they clearly didn't want to come over.

"Let me out… let me talk to him…"

A somewhat spirited voice rang out in front of everyone.

Then Darren saw a Slytherin student take out a black diary from his bosom.

Then he slashed his hand with his wand, and fresh blood emerged from his hand.

The diary was pressed against the wound.

As that Slytherin student's face became paler and paler, a young, handsome figure appeared before everyone.

"My Lord!"

"My Lord Dark Lord!"

"Swear loyalty to the Dark Lord until death."

Voldemort.

Or rather, the young version, 16-year-old Voldemort.

Case solved.

He had said that these Slytherins knew his strength; usually, even if they couldn't stand him, they absolutely wouldn't dare to confront him face-to-face, and they would apologize when they should.

Let alone inviting him here alone.

So, besides them overestimating Darren's Saint Father level, there was also Voldemort as a backer.

Thinking of the Riddle's Gaze that the system gave him last time, Darren's face was full of helplessness.

When he received this reward, he knew this soul fragment would definitely come knocking.

The Voldemort in his first year was nice to him because he wanted a child, and his ability could see that Darren had his bloodline.

But this 16-year-old Voldemort probably didn't see his bloodline.

He should have heard the basilisk mention Darren.

Then he thought Slytherin had produced another heir.

One mountain cannot hold two tigers, so he came looking.

Darren sighed.

He didn't know how this guy wanted to deal with him?

He remembered that the Tom Riddle's Gaze given by the system could immunize against Tom's soul attacks.

Then as for the others, he wasn't afraid at all.

Thinking of the Forgery Card given by the system.

Good fellow, it even gave him a card to clean up the scene afterwards.

Finding that Darren didn't speak, the 16-year-old Voldemort opposite was clearly a bit unhappy.

He showed a perfect smile, then reached out his hand and said to Darren: "I hope you submit to me. I know who you are, and I think you should also know who I am.

These servants of mine say that last year you and your brother defeated me…"

Speaking of this, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

However, he still continued.

"That me was weak, pitiful… lingering on, but I am different.

I am in my youth. You walk to my side, submit to me, and I won't kill you!"

"Dream on!"

Darren sneered.

He took out his wand from his pocket, then looked at the 16-year-old Riddle with a firm gaze…

"My brother didn't fear you, and I won't fear you like this either. Even if you are powerful, so what? Aren't you still just like this…"

【Ding, Saint Father Points +20】

【Ding, Saint Father Points +10】

【Ding, Saint Father Points +10】

【Ding…】

This time there were only six Saint Father Point reminders; clearly, only six people were moved.

The others were indifferent.

Perhaps.

Forget it, let's look at the performance of these people.

Darren looked at Tom's transparent body, a mocking expression on his face.

Tom Riddle was furious; he ordered the Slytherin students behind him to go up and grab Darren.

Although those students were a bit scared, once they thought that the person in front of them was Voldemort, they still rushed toward Darren aggressively.

"Stupefy!"

"Incendio!"

"Confringo!"

"Insecta Morsus!"

"Terror Scorpion!"

As those people approached.

Darren released spells without hesitation.

One was more cruel than the other.

People fell in a row.

Even if there were six who hid behind others and didn't take action, Darren still dealt a heavy hand.

The 16-year-old Tom was shocked.

He opened his mouth wide, looked at the students around him, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, is this the Darren Potter you all said was as stupid as an idiot?"

Clearly, these people all said Darren Potter was silly.

Clearly, he had the strength to dominate Slytherin, but he insisted on keeping his bottom line; as long as others didn't provoke him, he let others bully him.

But now?

Who is this person who uses Dark Magic so miraculously?

This kid is more like a Dark Lord than him, okay?

"My Lord, he is Darren Potter… save us!"

"Yeah, My Lord, hurry up and kill him."

"I can't hold on anymore… kill me, hurry up and kill me…"

One Slytherin student after another fell to the ground in terror, each looking like they died with grievances.

Flint was so scared he almost knelt on the ground.

He had just boasted that he was the boss of these people, so he didn't rush up. ===== CHAPTER 362 =====