Chapter 400: Gu Ling Pavilion

A faint green ghost fire suddenly bloomed in mid-air, and the temperature around the street suddenly dropped a few degrees
First, a dark trousers tube protruded from the strange flame, then the man's pale and thin cheeks, and finally the whole body was crossed.
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 and pale as a piece of paper. He glanced around with his aggressive and tyrannical eyes.
There are only a few pedestrians on the street.
Hogwarts started school, and Diagon Alley, which was barely busy for two days, fell into silence again.
"Who are you! The use of phantom shifts is out of order! Such abrupt shifts can cause turmoil!" a wizard in black uniform raised his wand and shouted at Voldemort.
This should be the Auror responsible for patrolling.
"Put down your 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." Voldemort laughed sarcastically.
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 gathered into a few emerald green bright skulls.
Voldemort dragged his robe, revealing his pale face unabashedly.
The pedestrian on the road couldn't help being attracted attention. Looking at the strange person in front of him, he suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable fear and wanted to escape.
The tall inspector's face showed anger, and he was very dissatisfied with the man's authority to provoke him. Obviously, he had never seen Voldemort's portraits and photos.
"You!" Auror didn't have time to pronounce the curse. The green curse pierced his skull directly, and the bright red blood gurgled out.
The death spell does not have to be necessary to hit the head to take effect.
Voldemort’s move was of course to cause panic. The blood was very effective. Only a few pedestrians started to scream. Although the rumors of Voldemort’s return were very loud, but for them, today they have an intuitive understanding, so shocking. The situation of force is very rare.
"Dark Mark!"
"Mystery man!"
The glass windows of the surrounding shops were shattered suddenly, and the glass fragments were scattered all over the place.
"Dark Lord."
Voldemort did not immediately start his own killing.
He enjoyed this atmosphere of fear spreading.
It's still a long time, isn't it?
The shop owner hurriedly pulled down the door curtain, although that door panel was nothing for the Dark Lord.
They escaped temporarily, because Voldemort's goal was not them for the time being.
Some werewolves have begun to wave their paws and tap the iron gate.
Even so, facing a werewolf is better than facing the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's footsteps grew faster and faster. He walked straight on the cobblestoned road.
Previously, it was just to find the remains, 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 revealed their fangs.
There are also pedestrians in black leather, whose bodies swelled up quickly and then stretched apart, tearing the clothes to reveal their strong muscles.
Black rags scattered all over the place
They screamed in the sky, and a howling wolf rang through the alleys, and the ordinary wizards echoed in horror.
"Notify Auror soon! Werewolf attack!"
Many of them so far have no idea who the lead person is.
Voldemort has not shown his face before the public since his resurrection. The ordinary wizard does not know his iconic pale face and two nostrils.
It may only feel like a pitiful wizard who has been disfigured.
The wizard who thinks he is poor is also generally "poor." They soon learned that the green skull, a mark that had not appeared in many years, suddenly burst in the air.
The stern cry continued to come from behind him.
The werewolf attacked pedestrians indiscriminately, and some were forced into the corner, with no way to retreat, and some ran away.
Voldemort didn't care about this fish.
All he wanted was a shocking enough return to make them tremble with fear.
What about the complete surrender without the old wand?
He is still the most powerful wizard now, just not so perfect.
A huge shadow appeared in front of the Dark Lord, and he walked up to a tall building.
Gu Ling Pavilion, 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, pale fingers merely flicked forward slightly, without even lifting his wand.
The first bronze gate in front of it suddenly collapsed, and the stone chips flew across for a while, as if the building blocks were pumped away, it instantly collapsed.
He walked slowly in the aisle, and the second door was open. The silver door was engraved with warning sentences, admonishing those who were greedy not to try to make their own wealth.
But it was obviously useless to this man.
Voldemort would heed the admonishment, it was a funny joke.
His character is also greedy, and the face of the group of goblins, there is no corresponding strength to protect wealth.
Really greedy people will not stop their pace because of these two warning poems.
Voldemort stepped on the solid floor and glanced around
On the floor paved with marble tiles, a simple pattern composed of circles and triangles is used to form some weird square arrays, which are intertwined, and the black, white, and gray colors alternately change gradually. At the end.
Eight towering stone pillars support the entire house against the ceiling. The pillars are mottled, thin cracks can be seen everywhere, and there are some stains like black lines. There is a sense of desolation.
There are no fairies in the hall quietly, there are usually more than a hundred fairies sitting behind the long counter and registering on the big account. Some use scales to weigh coins, and some use eyepieces to detect gems on each table. The pure white lampshade will reveal some faint light.
But now they are all scattered.
In the middle of the hall, the magnificent chandeliers do not know how many brilliant magic lighting crystals are hanging, but they are still extinguished, the light is no longer, and it is dimmed
His snake-like eyes narrowed into a line, his gaze suddenly gathered, and then he raised his wand.
The dazzling light shone sharply in the dark house.
With a loud bang, a counter exploded, the lamp tube placed on it shattered instantly, and the debris was scattered all over the ground. The bronze scale was knocked to the ground, making a metallic brittle sound.
A somewhat fat goblin flinched with his hands holding his head, his arms were in front of his face, his legs were kneeling on the ground, and he was shaking.
It seems that his figure prevented him from escaping.
It is vividly shown that in the forest, people do not need to run faster than bears, they only need to run faster than their companions.
Voldemort rubbed his slender fingers and smiled with satisfaction.
"I'm going to the vault~EbookFREE.me~ There is a little eagerness in his tone.
"Yes, yes." The fat goblin said quickly, the fat on his face trembling, showing an extremely flattering attitude, and quickly climbed up from the cold marble floor.
This may be the fastest time in his life.
"Dear Sir, please come with me." Try to restrain his trembling legs, and the goblin will lead Voldemort to the vault.
Through the door of the hall into the narrow stone corridor, Voldemort's eyes were a narrow railway, which led to the winding road.
"You are going to sit in the car..." the goblin explained flatly.
Voldemort only glanced casually, and he ignored it.
Dark Lord, sitting in such a broken car?
That is really an inexplicable funny scene.