As Harry spoke, the man also spoke at the same time.

Harry’s sword-holding hand trembled slightly as he looked at the man in front of him.

At the same time, in a small hut deep in the snow-covered mountains of Northern Europe, the pale-faced Lucius was watching the Mind Flayer Voldemort wrapping the tentacles on his face around a wizard’s head.

After a series of “crunching” sounds, Voldemort threw the body of a wizard with his skull and brain missing on the floor of the hut.

Looking at the corpse, and then at Igor Karkarov, who was kneeling in the corner of the hut and couldn’t even speak clearly, Lucius felt that his face must be as bad as Igor Karkarov’s.

“Mercy…Mercy…Sir, I had no choice at the time…I didn’t want to…I didn’t want to…”

The young Voldemort standing in front of him ignored him and spoke to the Voldemort who was wiping his tentacles with a handkerchief.

“Brother, don’t make it so bloody next time. Look how scared Igor Karkarov is.”

After saying this, the young Voldemort turned his gaze back to Igor Karkaroff who was kneeling in front of him.

“Karkaroff, are you begging for my mercy?”

“Yes… yes… sir… I can do whatever you want…”

Hearing Karkaroff’s words, a smile appeared on the young Voldemort’s face.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you said that earlier?”

Young Voldemort then pulled a ring from his pocket and placed it in front of Karkaroff.

“Put it on, Karkaroff, and we’ll be even.”

122 The Dark Lord asked me to give you a message

“Time flies, Harry.”

Although he held a wand and a dagger in his hands, James Potter did not intend to attack Harry immediately.

Instead, he looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

“The last time I saw you, you were still a tiny creature, not even as long as my arm. Look at you now, you’ve grown into a big boy.”

While James was talking, Harry took off the headphones that were hanging from his ears.

Harry, who was already in a state of confusion at the moment, felt very annoyed when he heard Sirius yelling “James!!!” on the radio.

“what do you want to do?”

Harry looked warily at the one in front of him whose eyes were flashing red.

“I don’t want to do anything, or rather, I have already done everything the Dark Lord asked me to do. Now I just want to talk to you as a father. After all, you didn’t have much chance to chat the last time you and Lily met.”

Having said that, James smiled and turned his gaze to Qiu Zhang standing aside.

“That girl, is she your girlfriend? You have good taste, you called her Qiu just now, right?”

“Hey! Qiu! Hello! I don’t know if Harry has mentioned to you that I’m his father. Just call me James.”

Qiu Zhang, with a long sword floating beside him, was also looking at James vigilantly, but at this time Qiu Zhang’s expression was the same as Harry’s, a little conflicted, and he didn’t know how to deal with the current situation.

After all, it’s not every day that you get to meet your “friend’s” father who has died many years ago, and then rises from the grave and becomes your enemy. Even though he has become your enemy, he acts like he just wants to take it easy and chat with his son whom he hasn’t seen for many years.

Seeing that Qiu Zhang did not respond, James did not hesitate, but turned his gaze back to Harry.

“I just got up not long ago, so I don’t know a lot of things. Do you have any interesting things to share with your old father who has been lying in the coffin for ten years?”

Having said that, James seemed to have thought of something, put the dagger back into his pocket, and then took something out of his robe.

When Harry saw James was about to take something out, he immediately subconsciously began to prepare to release the Holy Slash.

“Hey, calm down, I just wanna talk, no shit, just father and son.”

James slowly pulled out a Gwent card from the pocket of his robes, which showed Dumbledore performing a magic trick.

“Your mother and I have played this card you made. It’s quite interesting.”

At this point, James seemed to remember something, and then continued.

“Speaking of which, I have two more words to bring to you this time.”

James looked at Draco and shook his head.

“You guys were really cunning with my invisibility cloak back then. I almost thought I wouldn’t see you again this time.”

“What message do you want to give me?”

Harry’s trembling hands gradually regained their stability, but this time Harry gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, even making the leather wrapped around the wooden handle make a “creaking” sound under the pressure.

While James was talking to himself, Harry secretly gave himself a divine perception, even though he knew he was asking for trouble.

And in the divine perception, Harry discovered that his father, James Potter, was now undoubtedly an evil undead creature.

They are the kind of bad guys who have already obtained the VIP recruitment ticket to hell and have HR specifically providing employment consultation.

But before swinging the Holy Slash, Harry wanted to have a few last words with his father.

“First of all, it’s your mother. She asked me to apologize to you. It was not her intention to leave a scar on your face. She was also worried that having another scar on your face would affect your chances of finding a girlfriend…”

James glanced at Qiu Zhang.

“But now it seems that she doesn’t have to worry about this matter.”

“Qiu, Harry has been without his parents since he was a child, so he might lack love. So he should be easier to handle. If you don’t understand, just go…”

James saw that Harry’s eyes were gradually getting colder, so he decisively ended the topic.

“After talking about what your mother asked me to do, now I have to talk about what the Dark Lord asked me to do.”

At this point, James’ expression suddenly became serious.

“Harry, the Dark Lord asked me to ask you…”

“Don’t ask, there’s no way I’m going to cooperate with him.”

Harry interrupted James before he could finish.

“Cooperation? No no no, what are you thinking about?”

James shook his head.

“The Dark Lord asked me to ask you why Dumbledore and yourself are in the Gwent card, but not him? Is this really okay?”

Harry was stunned when he heard James’ words.

Harry never thought that Voldemort would ask him this question.

As Harry paused, James continued speaking to Harry.

“So, Dark Lord, let me offer you a deal…”

At this point, a smile appeared on James’ face.

“The Dark Lord hopes to add him to Gwent and give him a reasonable value and effect. In return…”

James looked at the chair he had been sitting on and the rope that had been cut and thrown on the ground.

“The Dark Lord is willing to give you the most precious thing in the world…peace.”

“Peace?”

Harry frowned. Everything that happened in Malfoy Manor today was beyond Harry’s expectations.

Especially now I have no idea what Voldemort is going to do.

“Yes, peace.”

James nodded.

“As long as you give Lord Dark Lord the treatment he deserves in Gwent, Lord Dark Lord promises to cease fire with you and will no longer create orphans like you.”

“Harry! Don’t believe his lies!”

After treating his abdominal wound and drinking two bottles of potion, Draco stood up from the ground.

“Where did you take my parents?”

“Boy, don’t act so righteous. If it weren’t for guys like you, I wouldn’t have missed ten years of Harry’s life, and you would still have your parents’ love and care for you!”

James glared at Draco angrily.

“At least now, Lucius and Narcissa are still alive, but I don’t know what will happen if you continue to speak rudely.”

Harry let out a long breath like a sigh when he heard James’ words.

“As long as I add him to Gwent, he will stop causing more attacks and killing without reason?”

James nodded.

“Yes, the Dark Lord promised peace.”

“Then I agree.”

“Harry!”

Just as Qiu Zhang and Draco looked at Harry in surprise, Harry took a breath first.

“But I want a little gift.”

“Gift?”

Just when James wanted to discuss the gifts and Gwent cards with Harry.

Harry suddenly disappeared from his sight, and the next second James used Apparition without any hesitation, and teleported to the other end of the hall with a “ping!”

“Sneak attacks are not a good habit.”

James put the Gwent card back into his pocket, took out the dagger again, turned around and looked at Harry, whose sword had just missed.

“It’s not a sneak attack, it’s just taking the free gift I asked for.”

Harry looked at James with cold eyes.

“I saw an oak coffin the other day that would match your head perfectly.”

James shook his head.

“Unfortunately, I’ve been dead for so long that I don’t really like the feeling right now. I’m afraid I’ll have to deny you.”

James waved the wand in his hand, and a lot of the floor tiles in the hall of Malfoy Manor were suddenly lifted up.