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 leg stretched out 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's expression was gloomy and cold, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper. He glanced around with those aggressive, tyrannical eyes.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street.

Hogwarts has started, and Diagon Alley, which has been lively for two days, has fallen into silence again

"Who are you! The use of Apparition is not legal! Such abrupt Disappearance will cause a riot!" a wizard in black uniform shouted at Voldemort, holding his wand.

This should be the Auror on patrol.

"Put down your wand and accompany me to register at the Ministry of Magic first."

"You are the first man to use words to persuade the Dark Lord to hand over his wand without using a spell." Voldemort laughed sarcastically.

The sky darkened, the dark green air gradually condensed above the clouds, and then the colors gradually became saturated and bright, gradually converging into a few bright emerald green skulls.

Voldemort dragged his robes, revealing his pale face undisguised.

Pedestrians on the road could not help being attracted, looking at the strange person in front of them, suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and wanted to escape.

The tall inspector had a look of anger on his face, extremely dissatisfied with the man's provocation of his authority, apparently not seeing the portrait or photograph of Voldemort.

"You!" The Auror didn't have time to utter the spell, the green spell pierced through his skull, and bright red blood flowed out.

The Death Curse doesn't have to hit the head for it to work.

Voldemort's move, of course, was to cause panic. Blood was very effective. Only a few pedestrians began to scream. Although the rumors of Voldemort's return were rampant, for them, they only had an intuitive understanding today. Such a shock Strength is very rare.

"Dark Mark!"

"Mystery man!"

The glass windows of the surrounding shops were suddenly shattered,

Glass shards scattered all over the place.

"The Dark Lord."

Voldemort did not immediately start his own killing.

He enjoyed the atmosphere of the spreading fear.

It's still a long time, isn't it?

The shop owner hurriedly pulled down the door curtain, even though that door was useless to the Dark Lord.

They escaped for a while, because Voldemort's target wasn't them for the time being.

Some werewolves were already waving their claws and slamming the iron gates.

Even so, it's better to face a werewolf than to face the Dark Lord.

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

Previously, it was just to search for relics, and did not appear in the public.

At the end of the street not far behind him.

Vampires hiding in dark cloaks bared their fangs.

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

Black rags scattered all over the place

They screamed in the sky, and a shrill wolf howl resounded throughout the streets, mixed with the terrified cries of ordinary wizards.

"Notify the Aurors! Werewolves are attacking!"

So far, many of them don't know who the leader is.

Voldemort has not been seen before the public since his resurrection, and ordinary wizards are unaware of his signature pale face and two slit nostrils.

Might just feel like a poor wizard disfigured.

Wizards who think he is poor are generally "poor." They soon learned that the mark that had not appeared in many years-the green skull suddenly exploded in mid-air.

The shrill screams kept coming from behind him.

The werewolves attacked the pedestrians wantonly, some were forced into the corner, there was no way to retreat, and some ran away.

Voldemort didn't care about this slipping through the net.

What he wanted was a return shocking enough to make them tremble with fear and tremble for it.

What about total surrender without the Elder Wand?

He's still the most powerful wizard out there, just not quite as 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.

Has the toughest protection.

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

His slender, pale fingers merely flicked forward, without raising his wand.

The first bronze gate that played a protective role in front of him suddenly collapsed, and for a while, the stone chips flew all over, like a building block that was pulled away, and collapsed in an instant.

He walked slowly in the aisle. The second door was open. The silver door was engraved with warning sentences, advising those greedy people not to seek wealth that did not belong to them.

But obviously it didn't work for the man.

Voldemort would heed admonitions, a not-so-funny joke.

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

Those who are truly greedy will not stop because of these two warning poems.

Voldemort stepped on the solid floor and glanced around

On the floor paved with marble tiles, simple patterns composed of circles and some triangles are used to form some strange square arrays. end.

Eight towering stone pillars topped the ceiling and supported the entire house. The pillars were mottled, with fine cracks everywhere, and some black line-like stains like blemishes.

The hall was silent, and there was not a single goblin. Usually, there would be a hundred or so goblins sitting behind the long counter and registering in the large ledger. The pure white lampshade will reveal some subtle brilliance.

But now they are all scattered.

In the middle of the hall, on the gorgeous chandelier, I don't know how many bright magic lighting crystals are hanging, but it is still extinguished, the light is no longer, it has dimmed.

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

A dazzling light flashed sharply in the dark house.

With a loud bang, a counter exploded, and the lamp tube placed on it shattered instantly, the fragments scattered all over the place, and the bronze balance was knocked to the ground, making a brittle metal sound.

A somewhat fat goblin was holding her head in her hands, her arms in front of her face, and her legs were kneeling on the ground, shivering.

It seemed that his size prevented his escape speed.

It vividly shows that 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 contentedly.

"I'm going to the vault." There was a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Yes, yes." The fat goblin said quickly, the fat on his face trembling, showing an extremely pleasing attitude, and quickly climbed up from the cold marble floor.

This may be the fastest time in his life.

"Honorable sir, please come with me." Trying to restrain his trembling legs, the goblin took Voldemort to the only way to the vault

Entering the narrow stone corridor through the door of the hall, Voldemort saw a narrow railway leading to a winding corridor.

"You're going to sit in the car..." the goblin explained flatteringly.

Voldemort just glanced at it casually, then dismissed it.

The Dark Lord, in this ragged little car?

It was an inexplicably funny scene.