Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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I won't talk about it in my previous life, the "Black Emperor" sitting on the Mithril Throne, the place where the "Mysterious Eye" flag is flying is the territory of the empire.Grindelwald I, who was born and sacred, became the closest spellcaster to God, stepping on a sea of ​​corpses.

But what's going on in this life?

Study hard, make progress every day, take the initiative to integrate into the bronze segmentation, everyday life is unpretentious and boring.

He didn't do anything bad, how could he become the number one enemy of the magic world?

He really couldn't understand.

Not only Klein couldn't figure it out, but Albus Dumbledore, the "great white wizard", was also confused now.

Well, make an analogy.

It felt like the old man was carefully watching the bomb detonator, thinking that everything was going well.Then one day, a certain Artiodactyla suddenly broke into the house and told him "It explodes outside, maybe we all have to die."

It's hard to say what I feel in my heart.

"Don't you want to say something?"

Staring at Klein sitting on the desk, Dumbledore asked in a deep voice.

"Those who are clear are clear, and those who are muddy are muddled. I sit upright and walk straight!"

Klein's expression was serious, he wanted to speak like this.But remembering the fact that Dumbledore had made the Lord of the Rings, enslaved Voldemort, and the Auror of the Ministry of Magic during this period of time, he fell silent again, blinked his eyes, and revealed a brilliant smile that was extremely innocent and belonged to a young man.

Silence is better than sound at this time~

"Ugh."

Dumbledore sighed, feeling the pain in his temples.

To be honest, if Klein didn't care, or looked indifferent, he would do it.Spelling these hundred kilograms of old arms and legs, just give the magic world and myself an explanation.

But now, he really can't get angry.

"I really didn't do anything, who knew that the Ministry of Magic was so sensitive. I didn't expect them to take the stories they made up casually."

The secret enslavement of Voldemort and the forced retreat of the "Department of Mysteries" can never be said.

Klein spread his hands, revealing an expression of "I really don't blame me, it's the other side's disheveled"

Dumbledore thought about it seriously.

Uh.

It is not incomprehensible.

Mainly the identity that Klein introduced was too scary.

Not to mention, being able to manipulate fierce fire skillfully is enough to make the Ministry of Magic frightened, let alone the Deathly Hallows thrown out for the identity platform.

Normal wizards regard the Deathly Hallows as content in a storybook, but Dumbledore knew that the Ministry of Magic knew that the Hallows were real.

In another way, if Dumbledore himself was the Minister of Magic, he would definitely worry about such a dangerous person.

"So, this is a problem between the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Connelly."

Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to have moved, Klein smiled and settled the matter without hesitation.

It’s not about Keke, Keke doesn’t know anything~

"On this point, let's leave it alone.

Now the magic world is full of troubles because of "Sauron", if this matter is not resolved as soon as possible.I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with the aftermath.

I suggest that Sauron disappear in "Knockdown Alley" immediately, whether he is deliberately killed by the Ministry of Magic, or "black eaten" by a black wizard.

In short, we must put out the signs of this turmoil!"

Dumbledore always felt something was wrong when he met him with a serious expression.But before he could think about it, he had already begun to make suggestions for Klein in a calm voice.

Klein scratched his eyebrows and smiled inexplicably.Guangxi Biquge www.gxgqt.org

Old man, why are you so skilled?

Gee.

As expected to be a figure who has cultivated black magic to the "greatest white wizard"~

Taoism is deep!

...

"Turnover Alley" is the same as before.

At least, Voldemort didn't see any changes.

Wrapped in a loose, torn black robe, he stared at pedestrians warily, his skinny palm tightly holding the dark birch wand.

He knows the temperament of the black wizard, and he will suffer if he is careless.He dignified the Dark Lord but didn't want to be swallowed as fat.

"My friend, are you interested in the excellent Deep Sea Pearl and Narcotic Fruit?" "Evil Cursed Grass Man, new arrival, at a fair price." "Gerlank's wish monkey paw, Master Sauron said it was good after using it. !"

The shouts and greetings are endless, rotten and dark, but weirdly "full of vitality."Voldemort was surprised to find that the situation outside was tense, "Knockdown Alley" did not seem to have been affected, and it was even more lively than he remembered.

"unusual."

With a whisper, Voldemort kept everything in his mind, arched into a bar at the end of the street.

Such a mixed place is a good place to inquire about news.

"A glass of ale, and serve it casually."

Jumping into the high seat with great effort, Voldemort spoke calmly and took out a few dirty silver coins.

The bartender who was wiping the glass looked up at the terrifying little monster. He didn't say anything. He obediently took the money and sent something that Voldemort had ordered.

"Ah."

Crude ale poured into his throat, and Voldemort's mouth finally had a taste other than "dead mouse".

The gathering place of the black wizard is good, no one cares about your appearance, no one cares what you are.Vampires, werewolves, can all play like a fish here, let alone a "dwarf" like him.

"Inquire with you personally."

After a few sips of wine, Voldemort felt better, so he took out a few more gold coins and put them on the bar, staring at the bartender.

"Say."

He did not reject Voldemort's "goodwill", put away the gold coins, and the bartender cherished words like gold.

"Tell me about Sauron."

After asking what he was thinking, Voldemort's eyes were fiery, and he desperately wanted to know everything about that person.

"Hehe, I know that's the case. Those who have been hiding from the limelight these days are doing everything possible to inquire about Lord Sauron."

The bartender smiled eccentrically.Anyway, these things are not secret, why not make more money.

"Master Sauron is an extremely powerful wizard, the master of the legendary Deathly Hallows.

His whereabouts are usually secretive, but it is certain that he lives in this "knockdown alley"."

After a pause, the bartender showed an expression of admiration and yearning.

"My old Paul rarely admires a person, hey, to be honest, who is not a scum on this street?

But Lord Sauron is different from anyone I have ever met.

Powerful and mysterious.

He could have taken everything he wanted with his strength.But he did not. Instead, he became the shelter of this street and gave us a way to survive. This is where we respect him."

Since the Ministry of Magic began to purge the black wizards in the UK, the "Knockdown Alley" known as the "Sauron Base Camp" has become a blessed place for lawbreakers.

Anyway, old Paul felt that since Lord Sauron descended on this street, their lives have become more and more comfortable.