"Interesting, Mr. Bock, did you use some of the magic props in your shop appropriately?

Since I left here, your store has added some other magic items.

Why, after I resigned, did you find a clerk who worked for you again?

What is their strength?

However, you seem to have forgotten that some magic props have no effect in front of me.

Especially before I help you recover some of the magic props, you should really reflect on your stupidity, Mr. Boginbok."

Voldemort said, he stretched out his wand and drew a circle in front of himself.

It's that simple.

At this moment, many magic props on the ground began to twist. In front of him, a person hiding in the shadows was forced to come out.

He was forcibly expelled from the fog!

Voldemort can't see him, but that doesn't mean the poisonous snakes on the ground can't see him.

Under the powerful transformation spell, Mr. Burke had no way to resist Voldemort. He stood there tremblingly, not understanding what Voldemort was looking for.

"I found you, Mr. Bock. How about it? Do you still remember me?"

Voldemort seemed to have returned to his old place and came specially to meet his friends. He came to the counter in a relaxed tone, looked at Burke and said, "I am Tom."

"Yes, yes, I remember you, Tom."

Little Bock followed Voldemort's words with difficulty, but what he didn't expect was that when he read out Voldemort's real name, a venomous snake jumped up from the ground unscientifically and bit him on the throat.

The venom spreads!

Just for a moment.

fatal!

He held his throat in pain, looked at Voldemort in shock, and lay down unwillingly. After a while, he stiffened.

died.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have called me by my name, Mr. Burke.

It is always impolite to call other people by their names in front of them.

This time, it’s up to me to correct your behavior, Mr. Bock, and next time, don’t do it again.”

He stood in front of the counter and said sarcastically: "Learn your lesson, Mr. Bock.

I hope that the next time you see me, we will have a great conversation."

Flames emerged from the tip of his wand, and red light engulfed the Borkin Bock store. Voldemort moved towards the sky with familiarity and released the Mark of the Dark Lord.

There is a bit of coldness in the air, and close to here, there is the burning of fire.

Above the sky, the solitary Mark of the Dark Lord indicates Voldemort's return.

Voldemort enjoyed all this.

Disapparating, he took himself and his snake with him and disappeared.

He said nothing.

But he seemed to say everything.

Du Wei's early foreshadowing is completely consistent with his current behavior.

The terrifying Great Demon King will eventually return to the entire English magical world, and no matter who he is, he will tremble under his lustful power.

No place in this world is safe.

No.

This world can only be controlled by one will, and that will is him, Voldemort.

Apart from pure-blood families, there is no need for other wizards in this world.

And those dirty magical animals.

…

night.

Dowey Jones releases the handsome Mr. Lockhart.

"Have you made your choice, Lockhart?

You intend to fight like a hero and die honorably.

Or, incognito, passing through your lower body. Although I don't know how to ask you to change your appearance, I think Muggles should understand this.

Have you read the book I showed you, a Muggle novel, "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas?

I think if you are willing, I can ask the Goblin Master to build it for you."

Du Wei gently tapped his wand, apple wood, and unicorn tail hair, walked back and forth in front of him, and asked.

Lockhart fell into complete madness.

He grabbed his sun-gold hair with both hands, and the bloodshot eyes were extremely obvious.

Du Wei did not rush him.

Even when walking, he thoughtfully slowed down his pace. He understood Lockhart very well.

All tragedies come from dissatisfaction and gaps.

Even though Lockhart made a fool of himself, he was not the only child in Lockhart's family, he was the youngest child in the family.

He has two older sisters.

However, he is the most loved one in the family.

Because of his wizarding talent, he is the only one in his family who has the potential to become a wizard. His father is a Muggle and his mother is a witch.

He is the only one in the family who is likely to inherit the wizard's mantle, and because of this, his mother always favors him the most.

"Lockhart, you are the best in the family, my boy."

"You will be a great wizard."

"There is no doubt that my son, the entire wizarding world will be proud of you."

At that moment, Lockhart felt an unprecedented experience.

respect.

Pay attention to.

All attention.

Ah, what an intoxicating, joyful feeling it is. Everyone’s eyes are focused on you. Your usually serious father, your mother who is always frowning because of trivial matters, his two

All the sisters looked at him with extremely envious eyes.

He is very satisfied.

"I'm the best."

Lockhart thought that he had already thought about his life in school. Everyone would be proud of him. Everyone, including Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in his mother's mouth, would personally receive him.

Communicate with him.

It's a pity that all this has come to naught. He underestimated the magic world. Even though the magic world is not as good as it used to be, there are still many outstanding people among the wizards.

The proud man he thought he was, the one he thought was the most popular one, did not exist at Hogwarts.

He was assigned to Ravenclaw, where he met many smart wizards. Among these people, he stood out from the crowd.

The teachers didn't take him seriously.

Lockhart, who couldn't stand the gap, did many things that looked extremely stupid to others.

For example, write a letter to yourself.

For example, during a Quidditch match, you would release your own mugshot in the air in the form of fireworks.

His behavior was noticed by the teachers.

Very exaggerated.

Along with this, his evaluation has also dropped a lot.

But Lockhart still enjoys it. He is not willing to be an ordinary person. He wants to be a hero that attracts everyone's attention.

Therefore, Du Wei gave him a choice.

Either he really becomes a hero, even if it means death, or he kills his former self, wipes away all his persistence, and tells him that he is just an ordinary person.

Wailing in pain, Lockhart's eyes seemed to be bleeding.

"Please, please," Lockhart grabbed the hem of Duwei's clothes and begged him: "Give me a chance, give me a chance, I don't want to leave that suitcase, put me back in that suitcase."
Chapter completed!