A dark green ghost fire suddenly bloomed in mid-air, and the temperature around the street suddenly dropped by a few degrees

First a pitch-black trouser tube protruded from the strange flames, then the man's pale and thin cheeks, and finally the whole body.

When the tail of the robe behind him also departed, the dark flames quickly dissipated in the void behind the man.

The man's expression was grim, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper. He glanced around with that aggressive, tyrannical gaze.

There are only a few pedestrians on the street.

Hogwarts has begun, and Diagon Alley, which had barely been lively for two days, has fallen silent again

"Who are you!Phantom Shifter is used in an unorthodox manner!" a wizard in black uniform shouted at Voldemort with his wand raised.

This is supposed to be the Auror in charge of patrolling.

"Put down your wand and go with me to the Ministry of Magic to register first. ”

"You're the first man to use words to persuade the Dark Lord to surrender his wand without using a spell. Voldemort laughed sarcastically.

The sky darkened, and the dark green air gradually coalesced above the clouds, and then the colors began to saturate and brighten, gradually converging into several bright skulls of emerald green.

Voldemort dragged his robe, revealing his pale countenance unabashedly.

The pedestrians on the road couldn't help but be attracted to the attention, looked at the strange person in front of them, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and wanted to escape.

The tall inspector had an angry look on his face, and was extremely dissatisfied with the man's provocation of his authority, apparently having not seen Voldemort's portrait or photograph.

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

The Death Curse does not have to be hit in the head to take effect.

Voldemort's move, of course, was to cause panic, the blood was very effective, and only a few pedestrians began to scream, although the rumors of Voldemort's return were rampant, but for them, they only had an intuitive understanding today, and such an impactful situation was very rare.

"Dark Mark of the Devil!"

"Mystery Man!"

The glass windows of the surrounding shops were suddenly shattered, and the glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

"The Dark Lord. ”

Voldemort didn't immediately go about his killing.

He enjoyed the atmosphere where this fear crept through.

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

The shopkeeper hurriedly pulled down the curtain, though the door panel was nothing for the Dark Lord.

They escaped for the time being, because Voldemort's target was not theirs for the time being.

Some werewolves have begun to wave their claws and slap the iron door.

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

Voldemort's steps grew faster and faster, and he walked straight down the cobblestone road.

Before, it was just to find relics, and it was not publicly seen in the public.

Not far behind him was at the end of the alley.

Vampires hiding in dark cloaks bared their fangs.

There were also pedestrians dressed in black leather, their bodies rapidly bulging, and then stretching out, tearing their clothes apart, revealing their strong muscles.

Black rags were scattered all over the ground

They raised their heads to the sky and howled, and a terrible wolf howl resounded throughout the streets, mixed with the terrified cries of ordinary wizards echoing.

"Notify the Aurors!

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

Voldemort hadn't been seen in public since his resurrection, and ordinary wizards didn't know about his trademark pale countenance, two slits in his nostrils.

You might just think it's a poor disfigured wizard.

Wizards who think he is pitiful are generally "pitiful." They soon learned that a green skull, a mark they hadn't seen in years, suddenly exploded in midair.

Terrible screams kept coming from behind him.

Werewolves attacked pedestrians wantonly, some were forced into corners, there was no way back, and some ran away.

Voldemort didn't care about that.

What he wants is a shocking enough return to make them tremble with fear and tremble.

What about total surrender without the Elder Wand?

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

A large shadow appeared in front of the Dark Lord, and he walked in front of a tall building.

Gringotts, the bank of the wizarding world.

The most rugged protection.

However, the seemingly sturdy protection quickly crumbled in front of the Dark Lord.

His long, pale fingers only pointed forward slightly, and he didn't even raise his wand.

The first bronze gate in front of him that played a protective role suddenly collapsed, and for a while, stone chips flew sideways, like a building block building that had been removed, and collapsed in an instant.

He walked slowly down the aisle, the second door open, the silver door engraved with a warning sentence admonishing the greedy not to seek wealth that did not belong to them.

But apparently of little use to this man.

Voldemort would heed the admonition, which was a not-so-funny joke.

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

The truly greedy will not stop their pace because of these two lines of warning poems.

Voldemort stepped onto the solid floor and glanced around

On the floor paved with marble tiles, a simple pattern composed of circles and some triangles forms some strange squares, which are set together, and the black, white and gray colors alternate and gradually spread, so spread and stretch to the end of the hall.

Eight towering stone pillars against the ceiling support the entire house, and the pillars are somewhat mottled, with thin cracks everywhere, and some imperfections like black lines, which have a sense of desolation that has passed by time.

The hall was silent, there was not a single goblin, and there would usually be a hundred or so goblins sitting behind the long counter and hastily registering them on the large ledger.

But now they are all scattered as birds and beasts.

In the middle of the hall, there were many brilliant magic lighting crystals hanging on the ornate chandelier, but they were still extinguished, and the light was no longer there, and it dimmed

His snake-like eyes narrowed into a line, his gaze condensed abruptly, and then raised his wand.

A blinding light shone sharply in the dark room.

With a bang, a counter exploded, and the lamps and tubes on it shattered instantly, scattering fragments all over the ground, and the scales of the bronze products were knocked to the ground, making a crisp sound of metal.

A somewhat fat elf was cowering with his head in his hands, his arms in front of his face, and his legs were on his knees, shivering.

It seemed that his size was preventing him from escaping.

It vividly illustrates 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 with satisfaction.

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

"Yes, yes. The fat goblin hurriedly said, the fat on his face trembled, showing an extremely flattering attitude, and quickly got up from the cold marble floor.

This may be the fastest time in his life.

"Come with me, noble sir. "Try to restrain your trembling legs, the goblin will lead Voldemort to the vault

Passing through the door of the hall and entering the narrow stone corridor, Voldemort saw a narrow railway that led to a winding corridor.

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

Voldemort just gave him a casual glance and dismissed it.

The Dark Lord, sitting in this tattered little car?

It was an inexplicably funny scene.