Chapter 327: The Demon King’S First Ming! (Please Give Me A Monthly Ticket!)
In the southeast of England, the location is remote, and most of the towns are sparsely populated and mostly based on traditional agriculture.
In this highly industrialized country, most of the people who can still stay in the town are old people who have lived here since their ancestors.
Little Hangleton is such a village. The villagers here have lived here for three or five generations, and the neighbors are all familiar with each other. Young children can often hear the old people telling strange things that happened in the village.
The story of Riddle House is one of them, and one that endures.
When the old people have no other topics to talk about, they will tell the stories here. There are various versions, but the beginning is the same - fifty years ago, Riddle House was still a village and a rich family lived here. The story is about a farmer who owns many fields and pastures. He has a charming wife and a handsome son.
One fine summer dawn, a maid walked into the living room and found the three members of the Riddle family dead.
The maid ran down the hillside screaming and returned to the village shouting:
"They were all lying there, eyes wide open, cold all over, and still wearing their dinner clothes!"
In the end, the police were alerted, but still no results were found. Instead of being sad, the villagers were secretly happy.
The Riddle family was not very popular. The old Riddles were powerful and violent, and their son was even more so.
After their deaths, the business of the Hanged Ghost Tavern in the village was booming, and the whole village came to discuss the murder case - it must be a murder. Such a bad person must have offended someone who should not be raped.
Until now, except for Frank, the gardener, who still lives in the cabin next to Riddle House, few people in the village have climbed up the hillside.
Just tonight, there was a dim firelight in Riddle's house.
"Master - is this temperature appropriate?"
"Barty, how many times have I told you that I didn't really become a baby." A high-pitched voice came from inside the room.
"Sorry, Master, I just want to make you more comfortable. Do you want more milk?"
In the dilapidated living room, the firewood in the fireplace made a crackling sound. An old-fashioned sofa chair was placed not far away, and Barty Crouch Jr. was respectfully holding a milk bottle.
On the sofa, there was an extremely ugly baby, who looked to be about one year old, with pale and strange green skin.
"Put it aside, you've had enough to eat tonight."
After hearing this, little Barty put down the bottle and squatted down so that the baby - that is, Voldemort - could see his face better.
"Why hasn't Peter come back? This useless piece of trash can't do even a small thing."
Just when Voldemort was complaining, Peter Pettigrew came back. He was not alone. He was accompanied by a woman in her forties with dull eyes.
"Master, I got the newspaper you asked for."
"Why have you been gone for so long?" Little Barty asked for his master.
"Today is a big day, the World Cup final. People have left their homes. Kings and I went to several places to get the newspaper."
"What a boring trick." Voldemort said coldly: "Wizards have completely wasted their abilities and are immersed in this meaningless beast-fighting game. What is the difference between those Quidditch players and the beasts in the Colosseum?"
Peter Pettigrew mumbled twice, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"Read it, Peter." Voldemort said lazily.
He relied on the news in the Daily Prophet to understand what was happening in the magical world.
This is also the reason why Bertha Jorkins can live until now. The identities of the people here are not clean. It was Peter Pettigrew who proposed to keep her and control her with the Imperius Curse to help them buy some things.
""Genius Krum is helpless, Ireland regains the championship after 32 years" | Peter Pettigrew said the title coldly in a high-pitched voice.
"Skip this damn Quidditch and focus on the main point!" Voldemort scolded dissatisfiedly.
Peter Pettigrew paused and opened the newspaper, "The noble boy from Muggles has reached the top of the world. The close relationship between Wayne Lawrence and the Minister of Magic Fudge...
Thinking of this, Peter Pettigrew suddenly trembled all over. It was Snape who tortured him, but the terrifying whip was taken out by Wayne!
"ah!"
What Peter didn't expect was that someone was more violent than him. Little Barty suddenly screamed and lay on the ground shaking.
Even Voldemort was stunned for a few seconds: "Barty, what's wrong with you?"
"Master, Master, I don't know either." Batty's body was still trembling, "I, when I heard this name, I felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable."
"But I don't know him at all!"
"Stand still!" Voldemort shouted sharply, but there was only sharpness coming out of a baby's mouth, and little Barty barely stood up straight.
"In more than ten years, have you become so afraid of hearing other people's names?"
"Master, I didn't..." Little Barty defended hurriedly. "I don't know this person at all, I've never even heard of him before."
He didn't look like he was lying, and half of Voldemort's anger was temporarily dissipated, but only half.
The remaining half, he was directed at Lawrence.
The somewhat... no, very talented Mudblood had ruined his plans two years ago—twice!
"Peter, you said he is very powerful now, right?"
"Yes, Master." Peter lowered his head and said meekly: "Lawrence defeated Sirius and Snape with just one spell. He is simply the next Dumbledore."
When it came to Snape, Peter Pettigrew was still gritting his teeth.
After calming down a little, Voldemort said softly: "Since you also hate this name, just kill him."
"But... this is not something you two can do. I have to do it myself."
Voldemort would not deny Wayne's talent and power. After all, there would not be another young wizard in the world who could beat him and Quirrell like dogs in their first year.
However, he is still confident that as long as he is resurrected and regains his full strength, he can easily kill Lawrence.
Voldemort closed his eyes: "Put away your hostility towards Snape, he should hate you. Because of you, I went to find Harry Potter, and everything I had promised to him disappeared. This just proved his loyalty." "
"Yes, Master." Peter Pettigrew said weakly.
"Let Wayne Lawrence and Harry Potter live for a while, and when I have a body, I will make these two names disappear from the world.
"Barty, have you grasped Moody's movement trajectory?"
"Master, let me and Peter Pettigrew make a sneak attack together. We are 70% sure that we can subdue him. He is too old now and his injuries are also very serious.
"Seventy percent is not enough, bring Urobus with you, it will help you."
They both responded in unison.
Hisshiss!
A giant snake emerged from the crack of the door, at least twelve feet long. When the giant snake came in, both Peter Pettigrew and Barty Jr. closed their eyes in disbelief.
"Don't be afraid... Barty, Peter..." Voldemort sneered contemptuously: "Urobus is not yet an adult. Even if you look at it, you will only be petrified for a while.
The giant snake ignored the two of them, crawled to the sofa, and rested its head next to the baby.
Ouroboros, also called Ouroboros, is the immortal snake in Western mythology, also called Ouroboros, symbolizing the infinite sky.
This name was given to the basilisk hatched by Voldemort after careful consideration by Voldemort, which contained his ambition.
He wants to be like the mythical Ouroboros - immortal!
World Cup camp.
Wayne realized that the warning magic at the door had been disturbed, and instantly jumped up from Qiu's bed.
Putting on his coat, he opened the door and walked to the entrance of the tent. Waves of screams erupted in the distance, and the light disappeared into the sky.
The silent barrier also disappeared, and chaotic sounds came in. Soon, the girls were all awakened, and they could not figure out the situation.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Riot." Wayne said solemnly.
Hermione suddenly woke up. She walked out of the tent and saw a large number of people running towards the woods in the distance. The screams and drunken shouts in the distance could be heard from a mile away.
On the opposite side, Mr. Weasley also ran out in a hurry. He was not even dressed neatly (ccbi), but simply put a coat on his body, and he could still see the pajamas underneath.
Behind him were Sirius, Mr. Diggory, and three adult Weasleys.
Seeing Wayne and the others come out, Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief: "I wanted to call you, but something is wrong."
"Sirius, you take everyone and follow the crowd, and we go to see the situation."
"I'll follow too." Sirius had already taken out his wand.
"No, the children's safety is more important." Mr. Weasley frowned.
Just when the two were still arguing, Wayne frowned and said, "Now is not the time to argue. Let Sirius go. Everyone else comes to my tent, Gardevoir."
There was an explosion in the air, and Gardevoir appeared next to Wayne.
"You and Nagini are responsible for protecting the tent. No one can get close to it. Remember, it's no one."
"Zanai!" Gardevoir nodded seriously, and a ball of blue light suddenly erupted from her body. Everyone put their hands in front of their eyes to block the dazzling light, waiting for her to appear again.
The pure white gauze skirt has turned into black, and the whole body still exudes a heart-stopping coercion.
The current normal strength of Gardevoir is almost the same as that of a dean-level professor. After the mega evolution, it is even more powerful and can last for a long time.
"Just wait here for me to come back." Wayne said to the girls behind him, holding his wand and rushing against the crowd towards the direction of the fire.
After my twins and others came over, Nagini raised her wand high, and the weeds on the ground suddenly grew wildly and turned into giant snakes, surrounding their camp. Passers-by nearby saw this and moved away. This campground is far away.
Ronald's face turned pale. What he was most afraid of were spiders, and then snakes.
He dared to use all his private money to bet that this gentle-looking oriental woman must have graduated from Slytherin Academy!
On the other side, Mr. Weasley went to help the Ministry of Magic maintain order [Ministry staff rushed to the scene of the incident from all directions.
Wayne separated from them halfway through. He saw many of Hufflepuff's classmates and directed them to the woods near his camp.
The group of marchers continued to grow. At first, there were only a few dozen hooded wizards. They were well-trained and had premeditated plans. They put on masks in advance. Every time they arrived at the camp, they began to destroy wantonly, setting fire to surrounding tents and everything that could burn. s things.
Later, more and more people joined in, and the reason for joining was very simple - to vent.
british feet
Football hooligans are famous all over the world. Even if other countries in Europe are better than the UK, they are not much better.
The same is true for Quidditch fans in the wizarding world. They destroy for no reason, just to vent their depression of losing, the joy of winning, or even just to satisfy their despicable hearts.
desire.
Along the way, the rioting crowd quickly expanded from a snowball to hundreds of people. These people didn't know each other, but it didn't matter. They enjoyed this kind of other people.
The thrill of fear.
The officials of the Ministry of Magic tried desperately to rush in and get close to the hooded wizards in the middle, but they encountered great difficulties. They did not dare to use magic to kill the wizards in the middle.
Confined Week - The Roberts family, the administrators of the camp.
In the core area, a masked man suddenly said in a cold voice: "Go in that direction, the camp over there is still intact!"
The other masked man raised his head, glanced at the direction he was pointing, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Douglas, what do you want to do?"
"Lucius, you are still so cowardly. We have all hidden our identities, and there are so many people. We should teach that damn Luppa a lesson.
"Hundreds of people versus dozens of people, I have the advantage!"
The first masked man said with a ferocious smile: "Wayne Lawrence almost caused the Flint family to go bankrupt. Now it's time to collect interest."
His true identity is also revealed, he is Douglas Flint, the patriarch of the Flint family and the father of Marcus Flint.
Among all the pure-blood families, this family and the Parkinson family have the deepest grievances with Wayne.
Under his deliberate guidance, the team turned a slight arc, changed direction, and headed towards the camp near the woods.
Lucius Malfoy thought for a moment and remembered some of the things Draco had said to him. Finally he gritted his teeth and gradually fell behind while no one was paying attention [eventually disappearing completely in the
The night is a minister.
Children were crying, adults were anxious, and shouts and cries for help echoed in the cold night air.
Wayne's face grew colder as he walked away. He saw a wizard pointing his wand at a mother and daughter, laughing wildly.
boom!
The young man raised his hand and cast a spell, hitting the wizard. The huge impact directly threw him into the darkness, where he knew whether he would live or die.
The girl stopped crying and looked at the handsome big brother squatting in front of her.
"Hold mom's hand, don't get lost."
Wayne rubbed the little girl's head and then jumped into the air as her mother continued to thank her.
He passed through the crowds and finally found the core troublemakers.
Above the heads of the group of hooded and masked figures, four struggling figures were floating in the air, twisted into various weird shapes.
The more they screamed and screamed in pain, the more excited the hooded man below became.
There was no trace of warmth in Wayne's eyes, and he looked coldly at the hooded man below.
By the light of the sky-high fire, the handsome rich man and the nearby troublemakers also saw the figure in the sky.
They squinted their eyes and rubbed their bodies in discomfort. Although they were surrounded by flames, they felt a hint of coldness.
Finally, the figure in the sky got closer and closer, and they could see clearly that it was a young man.
Douglas Flint's breathing became heavy.
He was still going to find Wayne, but he didn't expect this kid to show up at his door.
No wonder he can fly, it seems he took his flying potion.
Wayne spoke, his voice very calm, as if he was greeting passers-by.
"How old are you, and you still like to play with fire?"
"In that case...then add me, don't be so petty."
The young man lowered his head indifferently, like a god looking down at ants, and murmured casually:
“Vulcan opens the way.
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