"Please stop." Feng Qingyun, a graceful young man in white clothes, smiled faintly, "That's the body I like, can you give it to me?"
The blood-colored eyes of the king of the night were shining with arrogance. He gently raised the wand in his hand and smiled coldly.
"But he is my prey."
"I can do one thing for you."
The young soul burdened with the sin of arrogance bowed slightly, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, as noble as a prince.
"Any?" Voldemort rarely felt a little playful. He glanced at the pale-faced wizard couple beside him, looking contemptuous and aloof.
"Of course."
"Well, from today on you are Harry Potter, my savior."
"Savior? I still prefer the title Satanail."
Satanail (Satan), the arrogant angel.
The Vice-Monarch of Heaven, the commander-in-chief of the Dark Army, and the chief culprit behind the rebellion against Heaven.