Chapter 62 - Panic in Antarctica
Tom Riddle began to swear in bad words. The servant of the Temple did not understand most of the words of the reborn. But the servant was already well versed in some of the unkind words of unpleasant people. "Don't say a dirty word in the Temple. Rise and depart from the walls of this venerable place," the servant grumbled. "Would you care to donate, man Tom Riddle?" "I wish to rip that bastard Humhum's throat out," Tom Riddle whispered. He didn't expect anyone to dare challenge the Antarctica organization. Suddenly, a light flashed on the white marble pedestal nearby and a column of pure, clear color rushed toward the ceiling of the Temple. Riddle wrinkled his face and looked at the loser. He recognized the guy. It was Chickie Bones! A great guy who liked to drink and play cards. How d
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