"Hmph, how could the almighty savior miss end up in this poor orphanage?" The black-haired boy opposite slightly narrowed his obsidian eyes, and his voice had a cold tone, mixed with a dangerous hiss, and the aura of a natural king poured out of him. "Tsk tsk, let me think about it, a Crucifixion? Or... Avada?" A poppy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a demon walking out of hell.
"You think I want to... And Tom, didn't I tell you, I'm not the savior, I'm just Aurora, that's all." The 17-year-old Aurora opposite looked like she was 5 years old, and glanced coolly at the boy she called Tom, and then saw his face stiffen with pleasure.
"Don't call me that dirty name!" A red light flashed in the boy's eyes, revealing a hint of cruelty. "I am Lord Voldemort, and from now on I can only be Lord Voldemort!"
"But you are still Tom Riddle now." Aurora made an innocent look, then received a beam of red light from the opposite side and rolled away. "I told you, I am not a Potter, I am Shui Qianxi, from another world, so we have no hatred." Aurora sat up, her expression becoming serious.
Tom choked again, but he still didn't lower his hand facing Aurora. "Since you are another person, why are you going against the Dark Lord under Potter's skin?"
"In a sense, I am Aurora Potter, but from a spiritual point of view, I am not her. The real Aurora has died long ago, but now that I have come to this world, I have to put on a good show, and I can't live up to Dumbledore's huge plan that he has calculated all his life, right?" Aurora also smiled, but there was some irony in the smile. "I have no past and no future. All my life is just... Being plotted by others.
No, no, don't believe the so-called copywriter! ! ! ! ! The copywriting is all clouds and clouds╮(╯▽╰)╭