Tom Marvolo Riddle Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

Winky answered. “Do you know his name?” asked Robert, he then got up to his notebook and handed him a paper painting of a person's face. “Is this the person?” Winky nodded vigorously. He was very sure the man behind the black robe was this man. “Yes, that's right, this is him. How did you know?” “In the area of ​​Spain, there is only one adept wind master, Vale. He is also a teacher at the Andromeda School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

“What do you want?” “For you to stop asking Becca directly about the potion,” the person replied. “I am Lucas Kade, by the way, and judging by the vampire stink in the air, you must be Alexander Insworthe.” He extended a hand to shake, smiling with his dimples popping out.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him