novelraw 89 The Devil's Son
89 The Devil's Son
"...This kind of self-confidence is naturally appreciated," Professor Snape's deep voice sounded slowly. He didn't know what Uncle Bruce in the study thought, but Harry, who was eavesdropping in the bedroom, could tell from his tone Without any "appreciation", "but I still hope that everyone can act as carefully as possible. Even if he doesn't come into your eyes anymore, he is after all a dark wizard who once used a reign of terror to cover the British wizarding world for a whole decade. Until now, Except for Dumbledore...and a very few desperate Aurors, there is no wizard in England who dares to call them by their first names."
"The name Voldemort? You can't say it? Then what do you call him?" Grandpa Afu, who had been silent all the time, was slightly surprised in his tone. After all, even Darkseid didn't get this kind of treatment.
"...You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord...etc." Snape's tone became even more gloomy, "You... the name you called just now, he once endowed him with some kind of magic, and the wizard you called out will be located by him , will be attacked by Death Eaters in a matter of minutes - Death Eaters is the name of... um... his henchman."
"So, please forgive us wizards for having too painful a memory... We can't be as brave as Mr. Wayne." Professor Snape seemed to be gnashing his teeth.
"Okay...well...I understand." Uncle Bruce said, "Then thank the professor for coming here, we will keep it in mind."
"Okay," followed by a rustling voice, "Then I'll be staying soon, so there's no need to send it away." After that, there was a soft crackling sound—the Potions Professor should have just Apparated away.
"Huh—" Brother Dick sighed, "There is still such a thing."
"Each world has its own unique rules of operation."
"Then do we really want this demon to affect our lives and Harley's?"
"If I say yes, will you listen to me?" "As usual, I have confidence in you."
"Also, you must have been actively tracking him down."
"You know us well enough."
"What's going on now?"
"There's not much progress. Wizards can disguise themselves—completely disguised, even fingerprints can be changed; and teleportation? We haven't developed an effective tracking method yet."
"If he is indeed as we have gathered information - with a pathological obsession with Harley, he will show up himself."
Afterwards, there was a harsh voice, and brother Dick's voice suddenly sounded as if it was in Harry's ear, "Ha, look what I found."
Harry couldn't help but grabbed Titus' neck hair tightly, so hard that the big dog let out a cry - he was about to be caught!
"Bug—I don't believe you didn't notice it," Brother Dick chuckled softly. "It must have been installed by Dami. Do you want to crush it?"
"It's okay, keep it," said Uncle Bruce lightly, "I'm also monitoring his every move."
"...It sounds like you are very proud." Brother Dick's voice faded away again.
"Damian knows."
"Do you know that you are monitoring him, or do you know that you know that you are monitoring each other?"
This is really confusing...
Harry hadn't had time to hear Uncle Bruce's answer when there was a soft, regular knock on her bedroom door.
She opened the door a crack, and Damian squeezed in sideways the next second.
"You installed that bug." He stared at Harry, using a declarative sentence that didn't seem to be asking her a question.
"Hey...yes, how do you know." Harry admitted helplessly, taking off the earphones in frustration.
"Neither Drake nor I will be installed in such a conspicuous position," Damian said with a look of resentment, "But thanks to you, mine was not found, and of course my bug is impossible. Found by my father."
"Then teach me." Harley stared, and praised the confident young man in front of him, "Teach me how to eavesdrop on Uncle Bruce! You are the best!"
Damian was very pleased with this compliment... However, the big black dog who was left aside visibly let out a gasp.
Do dogs roll their eyes too?Damian didn't think he was wrong.
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Regarding the conversation she overheard between the Potions Professor and Uncle Bruce, Harry tacitly did not mention it to Damian.
Because she couldn't help telling Damian to be careful, however, she could completely imagine what kind of attitude Damian would respond to if she said this—"Che, you just look down on me like that." Me?" or "He just has to try" or something like that...
So sad.
Of course, she wasn't pessimistic about the abilities of her family members, but Tom's abilities seemed to be from another world.
Even she didn't fully grasp Tom's information. Although she also borrowed a lot of British magic history, most of the descriptions of Voldemort in these books were limited to exaggerated adjectives - "extremely evil", "unimaginably powerful" , "The only man to be afraid of is Dumbledore" and so on and so forth.
These authors should all be scolded by Professor Snape for accuracy.
The more mysterious, the more terrifying it is naturally—she worried that the family members would really encounter an accident, which made her restless for several days.It can only be relieved by doing some seemingly useless things.
For example, keep in touch with them all the time, when they are not in front of your eyes.
"Halley, you just called me 10 minutes ago." Brother Dick, who was Police Officer Grayson at this time, said helplessly on the other end of the phone, "You will interfere with the normal alarm call."
"Yes...Okay, then I'll hang up. You...go to work." It is enough to hear his voice.
"..." Brother Dick was silent for a while, then lowered his voice and said to Harry, "See if this works, the communication between Nightwing and Robin, I will open it now and put it in the drawer."
"Well... that would be great." Harry was satisfied.
Then, after several failed attempts, she finally made a video call with Jason's brother.
Brother Jason was still wearing a hood, and beside him was a gangster, who should be undercover.
No wonder I didn't pick it up... I hope I didn't ruin Brother Jason's business!
"What's the matter? You want to give me a serial call?" Through the hood, Harley couldn't see his expression.
"This is your sister?" The little gangster poked his head and whistled, "When she grows up, she will be super hot."
"Call back." Red Hood hung up the phone quickly and decisively, turned his head and pointed his gun at the little gangster's face, "Put her and the word 'hot' in the same sentence once more, and I'll kill you!" you."
Harry can only then video call Titan Tower.
The one who connected the video was Beast Boy.
"Uh, Garfield, where's Damian?"
"Hi! Harley!" Beast Boy always looked so happy, "Damian? Isn't he home all the time?"
"What? No?"
"This is too normal," Garfield waved his hand. "He must be on some kind of secret patrol again. He used to do this often. He doesn't answer calls or text messages."
"Don't worry, he's a big boy, just like me~"
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At this moment, in a large container at the entrance of Gotham Alley, Damian accidentally bumped into a strange item, and Damian, who was brought here in an instant, did not panic.
He silently observed the environment he was in—the dark interior of the empty container with only a few ray of light shining in.This is... a very Gotham-style surprise attack.
He knew he must have stumbled across some Portkey, the kind that took Harley to wizarding school every term.
He waited in the darkness with high vigilance. After a while, a black-haired boy in his grade finally came out of the shadows and stood under a ray of light. He didn't go forward immediately, and he didn't speak to Damian.
The two just silently sent eye knives to each other.
"I was worrying about how to find you." Damian pulled out the long knife carried by his side, with a smile on his face, "In the end, you delivered it yourself. Today must be my lucky day."
"So - I'm the 'weakest' member of the family in your opinion? I'm deeply insulted - Tom."
Damian's tone was as if the name was some kind of trivial joke.
"That's not my name!" said Tom viciously. "I'm Voldemort!"
Damian snorted lightly, "I thought my nickname 'Son of the Devil' was enough for my brain, but you have refreshed my understanding."
"At least, 'Son of the Devil' was named to me by someone else, and what about you? Claim yourself an exaggerated name? Apart from narcissism, what else is worth noting about you?"
"I am the heir of Slytherin! Noble blood flows!" Tom's voice rose a little.
"Heir? What can you inherit? A big useless snake? The one we killed? Yes, I saw it from the file. Do you know how long it took us in total? Three minutes."
"So it's you... I guessed it." Tom took a few steps forward.
"My greatness, how can such a lowly ant like you understand - I conquered death!"
"Coincidentally, me too." Damian still maintained a light tone, "I don't know how many times I have been resurrected, and I can't even decide which day my birthday should be. I don't know how many times I have changed the organs in my body. It’s always been my mother’s hobby to keep me in perfect shape.”