Chapter 154

Finally, Draco lived up to expectations and caught the snitch in an extremely hidden corner.

But the more than 100 points still failed to make his team win.

The big score between the official team and the reserve team was fixed at 190-210.

Poor miles became a breathing fool in the face of Klein's Fairy balls.

"Shit, this loser, my grandmother defends better than him."

Captain Marcus of Slytherin Quidditch Flint scolded secretly. He was very unwilling, but he had nothing to do.

Klein, riding on comet 260, won the cheers of everyone on the sidelines.

......

"I... where am I?"

In the dark environment, an oriental looking woman slowly opened her eyes - her eyes were light yellow, and her pupils showed a different shape, just like the vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals.

"Hoo ~"

Slowly and hard exhale the turbid Qi in her chest. The naked woman turned over weakly and tried to sit up from bed.

"What is this place?"

Looking around vigilantly, the woman's face was very pale.

She muttered and looked down at her hand.

It was a pair of white, but not delicate hands. There were some cocoons on the palm, which were the traces left after long-term physical labor.

The woman tried to clench her fist, and the slightly long nail touched the skin of the palm, which was a little tingling.

The familiar but long lost feeling surged back to the body.

Tears filled her eyes before she reacted.

This feeling

That's great.

"Ha ha."

Instinctively, the woman smiled with ease and relief.

To be honest, she didn't know why she was so happy.

But she's just happy.

"Wake up?"

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly came from the woman's ear - a deliberately disguised tenderness, like sweet and greasy ice cream.

She turned her head warily, but saw a young man with black hair looking at her with a smile.

"Who are you!"

She wanted to get up from bed, but her body was weak for a while. The woman had to give up the idea. She stared at the comer fiercely, revealing her teeth that were no longer sharp like wild animals with incomplete evolution.

"Hehe, don't be so nervous. I won't hurt you."

Tom Riddle smiled, shrugging off the woman's reaction.

He gently floated to the woman

Yes, it's floating.

Now Tom is very similar to the ghost.

"Like you, I was placed here by that man. In his field, everyone should obey his orders, even if I want to hurt you."

"He?"

Vaguely heard the keyword eye from that long paragraph, and the woman moved back quietly.

"Who is he?"

"Ha ha."

Tom smiled with a complicated look in his black eyes.

It was a look of fear, awe and greed.

"He is a great Lord, the master of the Deathly Hallows, the real world peeper, the guardian of the black wizard, and an incomparable demon king."

After a pause, Tom whispered a name.

"Sauron."

"Sauron?"

The woman repeated the name, but her mind was blank.

He didn't know who this man was, and he didn't understand why he was involved with such a big man.

In fact, she hasn't even remembered her name.

"Ha ha."

Seeing the woman's blank face, Tom smiled disapprovingly and pointed to a corner of the house.

"Although there are only two of us here now, as flesh and blood, you should have a certain demand for clothes. This is the dress prepared by Lord Sauron for you. Put it on. I'll wait for you outside the door."

With that, he walked through the wall and left the room without waiting for the woman to answer.

The woman hesitated for a few seconds, as if thinking about something.

Looking at the clothes stacked in the corner, she took a deep breath and quickly made her own decision.

"Squeak!"

The precious carved door sends out the unique movement of wood products, and the well-dressed woman slowly walks out of the room.

Tom looked up and down and nodded slightly.

From the normal human aesthetic point of view, the woman in front of us is beautiful enough - white skin, small nose, thin lips, and a pair of spiritual eyes like snakes.

Ah, an excellent Oriental beauty~

But Tom didn't think that people like Soren would place a woman in his base camp for no reason because of superficial beauty.

There must be a secret!

"What could it be?"

Recently, Tom, who has been fascinated by secret books and books, keeps guessing in his mind.

But he didn't move on the surface. He just extended his hand to women friendly and kind.

"Come on, I'll show you this place first."

Soren is not in his "nest". Tom, who has been dormant underground since he woke up, thinks he is half the master here

Uh, the smaller half?

He floated around and introduced the various places of the underground palace to women, just like an otaku who had stayed at home for a long time and wanted to communicate with people.

"Tell me... About Sauron..."

The woman seemed to lack interest in the palace. After Tom roughly knew where she was, she chose a safer way between "running away immediately" and "understanding the powerful existence first".

"Ah, this..."

Tom looked embarrassed at this.

In fact, he didn't know much about Sauron. He got a lot of information by occasionally visiting Sauron's black wizard and his own opinions.

But then again, does anyone really know Soren?

Tom was silent and his thoughts drifted away.

The woman waited left and right and didn't see the other party's answer. She thought she had committed some taboos, and her slightly relaxed body became very stiff again.

A palace hidden deep underground, a mysterious and powerful devil, and a strange ghost everywhere.

She couldn't help sighing in her heart.

Who is she, what happened to her before she came here, and why does she have no previous memory?

One question after another emerged in the bottom of my heart, and finally turned into a heavy yoke tied to my body.

The woman and Tom fell silent.

"Hehe, I thought it would take you some time to wake up."

Just then, a blue flame appeared in front of the woman and Tom. Before they could react, a slender figure stepped out of the flame and stood in front of them.

"Hello, first meeting."

The young man was dressed in a black suit and his shirt was as red as blood.

He had a silver watch chain in his chest pocket, no tie, but a small pure gold collar at the collar - the surface of the shield shaped collar, with roses and bones intertwined.

"I'm Soren."