A dark green ghost fire suddenly bloomed in midair, and the temperature around the street suddenly dropped by several degrees
First, a pitch-black trouser leg protruded from the strange flame, then the man's pale and thin cheeks, and finally the whole body.
When the tail of the robe behind him also left, the dark flame quickly dissipated in the void behind the man.
The man looked cold, his face was as pale as a piece of paper. He scanned the surrounding area with that aggressive and tyrannical gaze.
There are only a few pedestrians on the street.
Hogwarts started school, and Diagon Alley, which had barely been bustling for two days, fell into silence again
"Who are you! The use of Apparition is against the rules! Such sudden apparition will cause riots!" A wizard in black uniform raised his wand and shouted at Voldemort.
This should be the Auror on patrol.
"Put down your wand and accompany me to register with the Ministry of Magic."
"You are the first man who tried to persuade the Dark Lord to hand over his wand without using spells." Voldemort laughed mockingly.
The sky darkened, and the dark green air gradually condensed above the clouds, and then the color gradually became saturated and bright, gradually converging into several bright emerald green skulls.
Voldemort tugged on his robe, revealing his pale face without any concealment.
Pedestrians on the road couldn't help but be attracted to the strange man in front of them, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and wanted to run away.
The tall inspector showed anger on his face, extremely dissatisfied with the man's challenge of his authority, obviously he had never seen the portraits and photos of Voldemort.
"You!" Auror didn't have time to say the spell, the green spell pierced his skull directly, and bright red blood flowed out.
It is not necessary to hit the head for the Death Curse to work.
Voldemort's move was of course to cause panic. Blood is very effective. The few pedestrians started screaming. Although the rumors of Voldemort's return were rampant, for them, they had an intuitive understanding today, which was so impactful. power is very rare.
"Dark Mark!"
"Mystery man!"
The glass windows of the surrounding shops were suddenly shattered, and glass shards scattered all over the place.
"The Dark Lord."
Voldemort did not immediately start his own killing.
He enjoyed the atmosphere of creeping fear.
It's still a long time, isn't it
The owner of the shop hurriedly drew down the curtain, even though the door panel was useless to the Dark Lord.
They escaped for the time being, because Voldemort's target was not them for the time being.
Some werewolves had already started waving their claws, banging on the iron gate.
Even so, facing a werewolf is better than facing the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's footsteps became faster and faster, and he walked straight on the cobbled road.
Before, it was just to find the relics, and did not appear in public among the public.
At the end of the street not far behind him.
The vampires hiding in the dark cloak bared their fangs.
There were also some pedestrians in black leather clothes. Their bodies quickly swelled up, and then they stretched out, tearing their clothes, revealing their strong muscles.
Black rags scattered all over the place
They looked up to the sky and howled, and the howls of wolves resounded through the entire street, mixed with the terrified cries of ordinary wizards.
"Notify the Aurors! A werewolf attack!"
So far, many people don't know who the leader is.
Voldemort hasn't shown his face in public since his resurrection. Ordinary wizards don't know his signature pale face and nostrils formed by two slits.
You might just think of it as a poor disfigured wizard.
The wizard who thought he was poor would also be very "poor." They soon realized that the mark that hadn't appeared for many years-the green skull suddenly exploded in mid-air.
A shrill cry continued to come from behind him.
The werewolves attacked pedestrians recklessly, some were cornered, there was no way to retreat, and some ran away.
Voldemort didn't care about slipping through the net either.
What he wants is a return that is shocking enough to make them tremble with fear and tremble.
So what without the complete surrender of the Elder Wand
He's still the most powerful wizard out there, just not perfect.
A huge shadow appeared in front of the Dark Lord, and he walked in front of a tall building.
Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world.
Has the strongest protection.
However, the seemingly solid protection quickly collapsed in front of the Dark Lord.
His slender and pale fingers just pointed forward slightly, without even raising his wand.
The first protective bronze gate in front of it collapsed suddenly, and stone chips flew across it for a while, like a building of building blocks that had been taken away, and collapsed instantly.
He walked slowly in the aisle, the second door was open, and the silver door was engraved with warning sentences, advising those greedy people not to covet wealth that did not belong to them.
But obviously it's of no use to this man.
That Voldemort would heed advice was a bad joke that wasn't very funny.
His character is also greedy, and the group of goblins he faced did not have the corresponding strength to protect wealth.
Really greedy people will not stop their pace because of these two lines of warning poems.
Voldemort stepped onto the solid floor and scanned his surroundings
On the floor made of marble tiles, a simple pattern composed of circles and some triangles formed some strange square arrays, rings intertwined, black, white and gray alternately gradient, just like this spread to the hall. the end.
Eight towering stone pillars are on the ceiling, supporting the entire house. The pillars are somewhat mottled, thin cracks can be seen everywhere, and there are some blemish-like stains like black lines, giving a sense of desolation that has been passed by time.
The hall was quiet, and there was not a single goblin. Normally, there would be more than a hundred goblins sitting behind the long counter and registering in the big ledger. Some used balances to weigh coins, and some used eyepieces to detect gems. The pure white lampshade will reveal some faint brilliance.
But now they are all gone.
In the middle of the hall, there are countless bright magic lighting crystals hanging on the gorgeous chandelier, but they are still extinguished, the light is no longer, dimmed
His snake-like pupils were narrowed into a line, and his gaze suddenly focused, and then he raised his wand.
The dazzling light flashed sharply in the dark house.
With a bang, a counter exploded, and the lamp tube on it was instantly shattered, the fragments scattered all over the ground, and the bronze balance was knocked to the ground, making a crisp metal sound.
A somewhat obese goblin was holding her head in both hands, her arms were covering her face, and her legs were kneeling on the ground, trembling.
Apparently his size prevented his escape velocity.
It vividly illustrates that in the forest, people don't need to run faster than bears, they just need to run faster than their companions.
Voldemort stroked his slender fingers and smiled with satisfaction.
"I'm going to the vault." There was some urgency in his tone.
"Yes, yes." The fat goblin said quickly, the fat on his face trembling, showing an extremely flattering attitude, and quickly got up from the cold marble floor.
This may be the fastest time in his life.
"Honorable sir, please follow me." Trying to restrain his trembling legs, the goblin led Voldemort to the only way to the vault.
Through the door of the hall and into the narrow stone corridor, Voldemort saw a narrow railway leading to a winding corridor.
"You're going to sit in the car..." the goblin explained flatteringly.
Voldemort just casually looked at it and dismissed it.
The Dark Lord, sitting in this shabby little car
It was an inexplicably comical scene.