Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 400: The fall of Gringotts
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.
The Hogwarts school started, and Diagon Alley, which had barely been lively 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 in charge of patrolling.
"Put down the wand and accompany me to register with the Ministry of Magic."
"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!" Before the Auror had 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. Such an impactful situation is very rare.
"Dark Mark!"
"Mysterious man!"
The glass windows of the surrounding shops were suddenly shattered, and glass **** scattered all over the place.
"The Dark Lord."
Voldemort did not immediately begin his killing.
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 a werewolf is better than facing the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and he walked straight on the cobblestone road.
Before, it was only to find the relics, and did not appear in public.
At the end of the street not far behind him.
The vampires hiding in the dark cloak showed their fangs.
There are also some pedestrians in black leather clothes. Their bodies swelled up quickly, and then stretched open, tearing their clothes to reveal their strong muscles.
Black rags are scattered all over the place
They looked up to the sky and screamed, and a screaming wolf howl sounded through the streets, mixed with the horrified shouts of ordinary wizards that echoed.
"Notify the Auror! A werewolf attacked!"
So far, many people still don’t know who the leader is.
Since his resurrection, Voldemort has not appeared before the public. Ordinary wizards do not know his iconic pale face and two slit nostrils.
Maybe I just feel like a poor wizard who has been disfigured.
The poor wizards who think he is generally "poor." They quickly learned that a mark that hadn't been seen for many years-the green skull suddenly exploded 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 retreat, and some ran away.
Voldemort doesn'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's still the most powerful wizard right now, but he's not that perfect.
A huge shadow appeared in front of the Dark Lord, and he walked up to a tall building.
Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world.
Have the strongest protection.
However, the seemingly sturdy protection quickly fell apart in front of the Dark Lord.
His slender, pale fingers just faintly pointed forward, without even lifting the 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 it collapsed in an instant.
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 try to wealth that does not belong to them.
But obviously it's useless for this man.
Voldemort would listen to 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 on the solid floor and scanned the surrounding area
On the floor made of marble tiles, simple patterns composed of circles and triangles are used to form some weird square arrays, which are interlocking with each other, and the three colors of black, white and gray are alternately gradual. The end of the room.
The eight towering stone pillars topped the ceiling and supported the entire house. The pillars were a bit mottled, with fine cracks everywhere, and some blemish-like black line-like stains, giving a sense of desolation as the years 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. The pure white lampshade on each table will reveal some faint brilliance.
But now it's all gone.
In the middle of the hall, I don’t know how many brilliant magic lighting crystals are hung on the gorgeous chandelier, but they are still extinguished, the light is no longer, and it is dimmed.
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 was instantly broken, fragments scattered all over the floor, and the bronze balance was knocked over to the ground, making a crisp metal sound.
A somewhat fat goblin is shivering with his hands holding his head, his arms are in front of his face, and his legs are kneeling on the ground, shivering.
It seems that his size prevented his escape speed.
To put it 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 in satisfaction.
"I'm going to the treasury~IndoMTL.com~He has a little eager tone in his tone.
"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 takes Voldemort the only way to the vault
Go through the door of the hall and enter the narrow stone corridor. In front of Voldemort's eyes is a narrow railway leading to a winding corridor.
"You are going to sit in the car..." the goblin explained flatly.
Voldemort just took a casual glance, then dismissed it.
The Dark Lord, sitting in this tattered car?
That's really an inexplicable funny scene.