Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

A faint-green ghost fire suddenly bloomed in mid-air, and the temperature around the street dropped a few degrees.

First, a dark trouser tube protruded from the weird flame, then the man's pale and thin cheeks, and finally over the whole body.

When the tail of the robe behind him also left, the dark flames quickly dissipated in the void behind the man.

The man looked gloomy, his face pale as a piece of paper.He scanned the surrounding circle with his aggressive and tyrannical eyes.

There are only a few pedestrians on the street.

Hogwarts started school, and Diagon Alley, which had barely been busy for two days, fell into silence again.

"Who are you! The use of Phantom Shift is not compliant! Such abrupt shifting will cause riots!" A wizard in a black uniform raised his wand and shouted at Voldemort.

This should be the Auror on patrol.

"Put down the wand and go with me to the Ministry of Magic to register first."

"You are the first man to use words to persuade the Dark Lord to surrender his wand without using a curse." Voldemort sneered.

The sky darkened, and the dark green air gradually condensed above the clouds, and then the colors began to become saturated and bright, and gradually converged into a few bright emerald green skulls.

Voldemort dragged his robe, revealing his pale face without any cover.

Pedestrians on the road couldn't help but be attracted. Looking at the strange person in front of him, they suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable fear and wanted to escape.

The tall inspector showed anger on his face and was extremely dissatisfied with the man's provocative authority. He obviously hadn't seen Voldemort's portrait and photos.

"You!" The Auror didn't have time to recite the spell, the green spell directly penetrated his skull, and bright red blood gurgled out.

The death curse does not have to hit the head to be effective.

Voldemort’s move was of course to cause panic. The blood was very effective. Only a few pedestrians began to scream. Although the rumors of Voldemort’s return were rampant, for them, they have an intuitive understanding today, so impactful. The situation of force is very rare.

"Dark Mark!"

"Mystery man!"

The glass windows of the surrounding shops were suddenly shattered, and glass slag scattered all over the place.

"The Dark Lord."

Voldemort did not start his killing immediately.

He enjoys this atmosphere of spreading fear.

It’s still a long time, isn’t it?

The owner of the shop hurriedly pulled down the curtain, although the door panel was useless to the Dark Lord.

They escaped temporarily because Voldemort's target was not them for the time being.

Some werewolves have already begun to wave their paws and slap the iron gate.

Even so, facing the werewolf is better than facing the dark lord.

Voldemort's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and he walked straight on the cobblestone road.

Previously, it was only to find the relics, and did not appear in public.

At the end of the alley not far behind him.

The vampires hiding in the dark cloak showed their fangs.

There are also some pedestrians in black leather jackets, their bodies swelled up quickly, and then stretched open, tearing their clothes to reveal their strong muscles.

Black rags scattered all over the place

They looked up to the sky and screamed, and a screaming wolf howl resounded throughout the streets, mixed with the horrified shouts of reverberating ordinary wizards.

"Notify the Auror! A werewolf attacked!"

So far, many people still don’t know who the leader is.

Voldemort has not been seen before the public since his resurrection. The ordinary wizard does not know his iconic pale face and two seamed nostrils.

May only feel like a poor wizard who has been disfigured.

Wizards who think he is poor are generally "poor." They quickly learned that a mark that hadn't appeared for many years-the green skull suddenly burst in mid-air.

The screams kept coming from behind him.

The werewolves attacked pedestrians wantonly, some were forced into corners, there was no way to go back, and some ran away.

Voldemort didn't care about this slip of the net either.

What he wants is a return that is shocking enough to make them tremble with fear and tremble.

How about complete surrender without the old wand?

He is still the most powerful wizard, but he is not that perfect.

A huge shadow appeared in front of the Dark Lord, and he walked to a tall building.

Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world.

Have the strongest protection.

However, the seemingly solid protection quickly fell apart in front of the Dark Lord.

His slender and pale fingers just gave a imaginary forward slightly, without even lifting his wand.

The first protective bronze gate in front of me collapsed suddenly. For a time, the stone chips flew across, like a building block 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 vainly seek wealth that did not belong to them.

But obviously it was of no use to this man.

Voldemort would obey the admonition, which is a not very funny sneer.

His character is also greedy, and the group of fairies he faces does not have the corresponding strength to protect wealth.

People who are truly greedy will not stop their pace because of these two warning poems.

Voldemort stepped onto the solid floor and scanned the surroundings

On the floor made of marble tiles, simple patterns composed of circles and triangles are used to form some weird square arrays, which are interlocked with each other, and the three colors of black, white and gray are alternately gradual, spreading to the halls. The end.

Eight towering stone pillars topped the ceiling and supported the entire house. The pillars were a bit mottled, thin cracks were everywhere, and some stains like black lines like blemishes, giving a sense of desolation as time went by.

The hall is quiet, and there is not a single fairy. Usually there will be a hundred or so fairy sitting behind the long counter and registering on the big ledger. Some use a balance to weigh coins, and some use eyepieces to detect gems, on each table. The pure white lampshade will reveal some faint brilliance.

But now they are all scattered.

In the middle of the hall, I don’t know how many brilliant magic lighting crystals hung on the gorgeous chandelier, but it is still extinguished, the light is no longer, and it dims.

His snake-like eyes narrowed into a line, his eyes condensed suddenly, and then he raised his wand.

The dazzling light shone sharply in the dark house.

With an explosion, a counter exploded, and the lamp tube of the table lamp on it broke instantly, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor. The bronze balance was knocked over to the ground, making a crisp metal sound.

A somewhat fat goblin was shivering with his hands holding his head, his arms were in front of his face, and his legs fell on his knees, shivering.

It seemed that his figure prevented his escape speed.

To illustrate vividly, in the forest, people don't need to run faster than bears, they just need to run faster than their companions.

Voldemort rubbed his slender fingers and smiled satisfied.

"I'm going to the vault." His tone was a little eager.

"Yes, yes." The fat goblin said hastily, with the fat on his face shaking, 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." Try to restrain his trembling legs, the goblin took Voldemort the only way to the vault

Passing through the door of the hall and entering the narrow stone corridor, Voldemort's eyes were a narrow railway leading to a winding corridor.

"You are going to sit in the car..." the goblin explained flatly.

Voldemort just glanced casually, then dismissed it.

The Dark Lord, sitting in this tattered car?

That is really an inexplicable funny scene.