Seeing the fear, disgust, and conflicted look on Hermione's face after learning it was Allen in disguise, the red eyes in Allen's current flat, snake-like face flickered.
"Hermione, do you think my imitation is convincing?" Allen said in his original voice, then cleared his throat. A brilliant smile spread across the whole snake face. "Eh-heh-heh..."
"Allen, I think this is a little... kind of disrespectful... um, er... pfft..." Hermione began in her usual earnest tone, but the sheer incongruity of that goofy smile on Allen's terrifying Voldemort face made her unable to hold it in, and she burst out laughing. Her shoulders relaxed along with it. "Just copying his laugh isn't enough."
"Actually, imitating the way he talks is very simple. You only need to grasp three key points." Allen stretched out what now looked like a non-prosthetic left hand, then spread three spider-leg-like fingers. "First, learn the pronunciation of the Killing Curse, and slow your speech down as much as possible, like someone on the verge of death. Second, your movements have to look a bit dumb? Like leaning backward, then using that slightly effeminate old wand-holding posture. Third, just like Draco, it's best if you can't go three sentences without mentioning Harry or Dumbledore..."
"Huh?" Hermione looked blank.
"Harry Potter... the Boy Who Lived has come to die..." Allen pronounced it from deep in the back of his nasal cavity, his tone sounding as though he was about to breathe his last but somehow never quite did. The fingers of his mummy-like Hand of Vecna, which were pinching his wand, lifted into a somewhat French-looking limp-wristed pose, and he began leaning his body backward. Raising the wand above his head so his exposed pale arm swung in an exaggerated half-circle, he shouted in a foolish-sounding voice, "Avada Kedavra..."