The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 220 Gentlemen, we are making history [22]

Several goblin masters wanted to be themselves, and did not hear Du Wei's profane words.

But then, after they confirmed that Duwei Jones was not joking, one by one, they all began to tremble with fear.

They knew that if Voldemort came back—they felt that Voldemort would really come back, the wizarding world knew it, and these goblins also believed that a master of the dark arts like Voldemort would not die so easily.

He must be alive.

His return is only a matter of time.

If he came back, there was no doubt that they, the goblins who had concocted another Voldemort, would receive the cruelest punishment.

Because of what they did - they were blaspheming Voldemort, Voldemort wouldn't let them go, during his first reign, Voldemort himself did that, the goblins he killed didn't dare to fight him, even Gringotts were killed by Voldemort Take control.

But, likewise, they also know that if they don't obey the orders of the person in front of them, then they will definitely be punished more cruelly.

And yes, immediately, immediately.

The lesser of two evils.

The goblin masters finally decided to deal with the devil in front of them first.

As for Voldemort's resurrection, let's wait for him to be resurrected.

Step by step.

They have no power of choice.

After they started thinking along the lines of Duwey Jones, they quickly finalized their plan.

"For the bloodline, you can start with the blood of the Hungarian Horntail. Dragon blood, it is said that someone has tried it..."

A goblin master spoke.

"No, absolutely not, then people would burn, someone has done that. Dumbledore wrote twelve uses of dragon's blood.

We can tan the dragon's blood. In his book, there is a method to purify the dragon's blood.

We can try..."

Another goblin master rejected this idea, the bloodline wizard, since the beginning of the wizard, there has been a bloodline wizard.These wizards believe that the inheritance of blood may bring about the inheritance of magic power - of course, it is not only wizards who think so. In a certain way, wizards are the same as nobles, and nobles also pay attention to intermarriage and blood union.

Some wizards did bring powerful descendants, but more were still squibs and lunatics, and the same was true among nobles. The intermarriage of the nobles brought a genetic disease.

hemophilia.

At that time, the European royal family, and even the tsarist family across the Eurasian continent, also had the gene of hemophilia, and their hemophilia all came from the same grandmother.

Queen of England.

Victoria I.

Therefore, with regard to bloodlines, apart from crazy families like 28 pure blood, the rest of the families actually don't pay much attention to it.

Some dark wizards have also tried transplant surgery, for example, transplanting the dead eyes of the basilisk into themselves, and others, transplanting the heart of a dragon towards themselves.

Of course, most of them, no, not only most of them, except those who might have succeeded and disappeared, the rest of the people who tried this way died.

The error tolerance rate is too low.

Therefore, these goblin masters, even if they are facing Voldemort, is a creation of alchemy, they dare not do it.

Because they feel that this Voldemort is very precious, no matter when, anyone who can create a magical body is a true master—uh, it seems that they have noticed the formality of these goblins, Du Wei waved his wand casually, In front of them, several alchemy creations appeared.

"What the hell?"

These goblin masters were furious. They looked at Duwei Jones in disbelief. Duwei Jones said boringly: "Go and try, everyone, you have all the materials you need."

He pointed at the materials with his wand and said: "Remember my request, I want a black magic killing tool, use all your ingenuity..."

Du Wei was keenly aware of the sad looks on the faces of these goblin masters, as well as the vague resistance.

He smiled slightly.

Looking at these people, Du Wei then said: "If you really build this guy."

Looking at the demon masters who were obviously depressed, Duwei Jones showed a slight smile. He lowered his body, playing with the hearts of these demon masters like a demon.

"I will allow you to sign this alchemical creation, sign your name.

In this way, your name can live forever with it.

Never forget. "

Hearing these words, these goblin masters obviously became short of breath.

Their big eyes looked at Duwei Jones without blinking, and their eyes were full of longing and disbelief.

Duwei Jones looked at their expressions and showed an even more devilish smile.

"Of course, if you really perfectly create what I really want, then..."

Du Wei made a backhand grab and said, "I can even give this alchemy creation to you.

I'm only borrowing it for a while, after I use it up, it's still your property, think about it, one of the most powerful black magic props ever, it's more powerful than the despicable Helbo's Horcrux , It can even be compared to the three holy artifacts, your names, like the three brothers, will become legends.

Think about it, hundreds of years later, those wizards as powerful as Grindelwald are constantly looking for the dark magic treasures you made, they call them, holy relics.

For this thing, they fought to the death, countless geniuses died in the war, just to see your creation..."

The goblin master knew that Duvi Jones might be trying to make a cake for them, but the cake was so fragrant that they couldn't resist it at all.

Duvi Jones smiled at them.

"Remember that scene?
I am not lying to you. "

Duwei Jones said sincerely that he did not lie, he did not lie to anyone, even himself.

"I do what I say."

The eyes of those goblin masters were all red.

"Just need, you really made that treasure."

"Live forever."

"Handed down forever."

Every word Du Wei said seemed to be beating on their hearts, making them flustered.

"We need materials."

A goblin master swallowed and couldn't help saying.

"Very good, very fighting spirit."

Du Wei stood up and said, "List everything you want, and I will give you everything you want in a short time.

Gentlemen. "

He opened his arms, as if to embrace them, and said in a low but powerful voice: "Remember, you are creating history, the history of wizards, and the history of goblins.

Starting today, all goblins will know your names.

You are no longer unknown people, and your names are no longer just passed down among fairies.

Make this thing, everyone, when the time comes, your names will be engraved on the inscription, and you will be called creators, master alchemists, and casting craftsmen who cannot be forgotten. "

Du Wei looked at them and said softly: "You will be the same as the goblin who forged the sword of Gryffindor, and your name will go down in history, even if you are the master of Gringotts."

He looked at the goblins whose chests were rising and falling, and said with a smile: "After many years, people will only remember Gringotts, but they won't know who made Gringotts.

But everyone will stand in awe when they hear your name.

Because of you, the treasure handed down from generation to generation was created.

At that time, the names of you craftsmen will be celebrated forever.

As for those despicable businessmen's names, they will be lost to everyone. "

He looked at these goblin masters and bowed to them.

"So, now, allow me to offer my sincerest thanks to you great people.

Thank you for making history, thank you for supporting legends.

Now, get to work, gentlemen, to make history. "

"To make history!"

A goblin master shouted loudly, he was so excited that he wanted to jump up, Du Wei tilted his head at him.

The rest of the goblin masters didn't speak, but they lowered their heads. A few goblin masters huddled together. If Du Wei didn't know what they were talking about and saw their blushing faces, Du Wei would have thought they were fighting.

Watching several goblin masters excitedly.

Du Wei picked up his wand.

He aimed his wand at his head, and the powerful Oblivion hit his head, and Du Wei's head fell back.

Under the unbelievable eyes of the goblin masters, Du Wei fell straight to the ground and bounced up.

The goblin master is screaming, rushing to save Duvi Jones!
They haven't finished being their own creations yet!

How can the person who provided the materials die?

Did not pay attention to these goblin masters.

Du Wei began to look through his memory!

When he learned that he was a Horcrux, he already had a plan.

The majestic memories, the missing details, and the forgotten corners all appeared under the powerful forgetting spell of Du Wei Jones. Time was going backwards, and the salty sea breeze was blowing on his face. Du Wei saw the disgusting prison cell , the ubiquitous cockroaches, and mice, and flying dementors.

Crouching on the ground like a wet puppy, Dewey Jones is stuffing a mouse into his mouth.

Maliciousness is like a tide, constantly hitting Du Wei!
But that was not what Du Wei wanted. Du Wei was still looking for it, he was trudging through pain, he was surrounded by pain, he was crying, but he still kept walking.

Finally, in the vast memory, Du Wei saw a piece of green fragments.

It floats quietly in the depths of his consciousness.

Du Wei was sitting on the boat, behind him was Bella who was mocking him, and in the sea was a swimming shark.

It's right next to the shark.

Du Wei saw it, and it seemed to see Du Wei too. This time, Du Wei was brave.

He jumped into the sea, got close to the shark, got close to the debris.

He saw the product like a shard of a mirror.

On this memory fragment, every edge and corner reflects a person's face.

It was Du Wei, and it was Voldemort.

"Tom."

Du Wei gently stretched out his hand and touched the cold soul fragment.

Under a burst of distortion, Du Wei fell from a high place like green smoke, falling, falling, falling.

After a terrifying sense of falling, Du Wei stood beside Tom Riddle.

This is on Muggle High Street.

He stood on the side of the street and saw Tom Riddle standing on Rain Street, the rain was pouring down.

In front of him, a woman died on the road. The heavy rain washed her face, but the sadness on her face could not be washed away.

Her eyes were wide open, and Riddle's appearance was reflected in the cloudy pupils.

She is Merope Gaunt.

Mother of Tom Riddle.

(End of this chapter)