A small bar, with tattered wooden signs hanging from rusty stands on the door, hung with severed pig heads, hideous faces that could scare the faint of heart, and dried pig heads swayed back and forth by the wind.

"Huh?" Madara stopped and stopped at the door of the pig's head bar, he was going to the Three Broomsticks Bar, but he didn't expect to pass by this place by accidentally.

"It's disgusting!" The cat fairy turned her head away from the pigs' heads.

Madara was about to leave when he suddenly paused, his gaze piercing through the door and staring inside.

"Don't go in!" Cat Fairy sees Madara standing in front of the bar and stares at him angrily.

"I can't believe he's here." Madara whispered and pushed the door open.

There was only one small, dark, very dirty room in the bar, and there was a strong smell of mutton in it. A few bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt, barely allowing the light outside, and a few candles lit on the rough wooden table.

At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that the ground was originally paved with stone and had accumulated dirt for centuries.

There were only two people in the room, one in a black robe, with a long hood covering half of his face, and a large mug in his hand, which contained some yellow-orange-orange liquid, which seemed to be a beer.

Seeing Madara coming in, he raised his head slightly, glanced at him, and quickly lowered his head again, drinking the beer in his hand, there was an old man behind the bar, tall and thin, with a long beard and gray hair, and the shelves behind him were full of all kinds of unknown wines.

"Is there any juice?" The old man wiped the cup in his hand without raising his head, and he didn't raise his head until Madara came to him.

"This is the bar, you're in the wrong place." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the strange white robe on Madara's body, and his tone was very cold.

Mao Xiaoxian looked at the old man with some surprise, along the way, Madara has been to many shops, and each shopkeeper either greeted him with a smile or trembled, for fear of angering Madara, and when she came to this world, it was the first time she had seen someone talk to Madara like this.

"Plain water will do." Madara didn't seem to hear that the old man didn't welcome him, so he sat down on a chair next to him and said nonchalantly.

The old man glanced at the spot, and continued to wipe the cup in his hand, as if he did not hear his words.

"If it were your eldest brother, I think he would definitely treat me to a drink." Madara laughed.

"I don't have a big brother." The old man paused his hand and stared at Madara with a deep gaze.

"I'm still reminiscing about the past! You have a share in your sister's death. Madara said something strange, and the cat stared at him in surprise, not knowing what he was going to say.

Smack!

The glass fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

"What do you want to do?" The old man stood up slowly, exuding a hint of suppressed momentum on his body, as if he was not an ordinary bar owner.

"I just want a glass of juice." Madara's face was flat, and his eyes scanned the wine bottles on the shelves, and he was really looking for juice again.

"There's nothing you're looking for here." The old man said gloomily.

"Not necessarily!" Madara got up from his chair, came to a silent black-robed man, sat down in the chair opposite him, and smiled, "I've been looking for this gentleman for a long time, so I went to the Leaky Cauldron Bar for this reason, don't you say hello?" Professor Quirrell, Hogwarts' new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher! ”

"You've mistaken someone." The black-robed man said in a low voice, took out a few copper coins from his robe and threw them on the table, got up and walked towards the door.

"I can't imagine that the Dark Lord, who can sweep across Britain and Europe, and can make people dare not even say his name, will be afraid of me, a nobody." The space in front of Madara begins to distort, revealing two bottles of juice.

"There's no juice here, let's drink our own!" Madara smiled apologetically at the cat fairy on his shoulder.

Mao Xiaoxian stared at the black-robed man curiously, and had long forgotten the juice.

The black-robed man paused, his body swayed slightly, and he seemed to be hesitating.

"Mr. Voldemort, your strength is too weak now, I won't kill you." Madara smiled.

"Master, I can't stand him insulting you continuously." The black-robed man screamed, and a wand fell from his robe, and a red light shot out from Madara's back.

Rumble!!!

A wall of colorful light blocked the red light, the wind was blowing in the house, the dilapidated house creaked, and it seemed that it was in danger of collapsing at any time, and the old man just now had disappeared.

The black-robed man was stunned to see that Madara had easily blocked his spell, and before he could continue to strike, his wand fell to the ground with a snap.

"Ahh The master spares his life! The black-robed man knelt on the ground, covered his head with his hands, and let out a cry of pain.

"Idiot!" A hoarse voice sounded in the room, but no one was in sight.

"Huhu......" The black-robed man propped his hands on the ground, panting heavily.

"It's really a headache to have such subordinates!" Madara laughed.

"Quirrell, let me have a few words with him." The hoarse voice rang out again.

"But the master ......" The black-robed man finally knew how powerful Madara was, and hesitated a little, he was not Voldemort, and he couldn't see the depth of Madara at all, so he did it rashly just now.

"How dare you question me!" There was a hint of anger in the voice, and the black-robed man's whole body trembled, not daring to say more, and lifted his hood, revealing a pale face, his eyes twitching from time to time, and his head was wrapped in a thick black turban, covering the entire back of his head.

Hogwarts' new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirinus Quirrell, is here!

Quirrell grimaced, silently unbuttoning the layers of turbans, feeling that luck was far away from him today, and wanted to come to Hogsmeade for a glass of wine and collect some information, but he ran into a plague god.

When the turban was all peeled off, there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head! The chalk-like face is embedded with a pair of small eyes that shine red, and the nose is a cracked slit, like a snake!

Voldemort appears!

"It's amazing that the once invincible Dark Lord is now parasitic on an idiot." Madara sighed.

Cat Fairy's eyes widened, and for the first time, she saw a person with two faces on his head.

"Young man, your strength is strange, but very strong, can you say your name?" Voldemort's tone was low, without a hint of nervousness.

"Madara Uchiha!" Madara feels that things are getting more and more interesting, and the big devil of the ninja world meets the big devil of the magic world.

"You're from the East!" Voldemort stared at Madara and said in an affirmative tone.

"yes!" Madara nodded disappreciatively.

"It's abrupt, but I want to ask you to help me, I can give you whatever you want." Voldemort invited Madara unexpectedly, but he said it politely, because he felt a huge pressure on Madara's body, a feeling he only felt in one person.

"Good!" Madara nodded in agreement.

Everyone in the room froze, and even Voldemort looked incredulous, isn't it too simple.

"Madara!" The cat fairy screamed, not understanding what he wanted to do.

"Animagus, no!" Voldemort came back to his senses and set his eyes on the black cat, whom he had been ignoring.

"I'll help you resurrect, but the purpose is simple, I just want to see how strong the Dark Wizard leader was in his heyday." Madara said nonchalantly as he drank the juice.

"Madara Uchiha, you're such an interesting person!" Voldemort smiled gloomily, he felt that he was already very abnormal, and he didn't expect to meet an even more abnormal person.

"It's just a leisure time, just have some fun! Whatever you are, you can't beat me anyway. Madara said disapprerovingly.

Voldemort's eyes were gloomy, and he was happy to help him, but seeing Madara's arrogant words, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

There was an awkward silence in the room, and suddenly both Madara and Voldemort looked up and looked out the window, a strange smile on Madara's face, and Voldemort's face became even more gloomy.

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