A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 78 Everyone Loves Zero Dollar Shopping

The small and dark office is so quiet that a needle can be heard, only the ticking of the hands of the wall clock echoing regularly.The flame in the fireplace has long been extinguished, only a lamp on the desk is dimly lit.

Owen pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, idly wondering where Voldemort was taking him.Looking at this sneaky attire, he definitely couldn't just help the old lady cross the road.

He soon felt unsafe, so he took out his wand and cast the Transfiguration Charm on himself, slowly turning his complexion into a bronze color, his hair and eyebrows into fiery red, and even red spots appeared on his face. bearded.Combined with his current short stature, he looks like a dwarf who is a lot older.

Time passed by, and when Owen was bored and started playing with a coin on the back of his hand in different ways, Voldemort suddenly stretched out a finger and pressed it on the portkey, saying, "Come here."

Owen also held down the handle of the gorgeous silver dagger, as if a hook hooked behind the navel, he was pulled up like a gust of wind, and everything in front of him turned into a swirling kaleidoscope.

When he got down on the ground again, he immediately looked around and found that he was standing in a dark forest.If it weren't for the fact that the surrounding forests were not so dense and the trees were not very old, Owen would have thought he had come to the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort put away the silver dagger, raised his eyes to identify the direction, and then turned into a black mist and flew lightly into the air.

"Call your guards and follow me," he said hoarsely.

Owen looked up enviously.Although this person is a dog, he can fly. He didn't fly on a broomstick or was carried by the black demon guards. He really flew in the air by himself, and he was very fast and very flexible... Although he turned into a black mist It doesn't look like much, it looks evil, but it's useful.

You know, wizards have to rely on props such as broomsticks, flying carpets, and flying motorcycles to fly in the air, and Voldemort should have created a flying spell himself.This is obviously a very advanced black magic. As far as Owen knows, it seems that Professor Snape has also learned this trick.

"Dark Devil Guard." Owen pulled out his wand and waved it. Amidst the turbulent malice spreading from the bottom of his heart, the dark cloak and top hat were lightly put on him, and then he was also wrapped in a thick black mist .

"Well, my current appearance is also evil enough."

Owen raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat. The expression on his misty cheeks was calm, but the face shown to the outside world could only see the sneering corners of his mouth forever. This was a mocking mask.Following the command of his mind, his feet left the ground and flew into the sky silently.

The black mist of Voldemort's incarnation flew fast ahead, much faster than Owen.Owen followed behind at an unhurried pace, and the cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, flaunting it wantonly.

After flying for about 3 minutes, Owen followed the figure in front of him and landed on the ground.The two walked through a small forest and came to a huge cave.

The entrance of the cave was an irregular oval shape, and outside stood several wizards in black cloaks, standing there vigilantly with wands in their hands, they seemed to be guards.Owen also keenly noticed that there were many wizards patrolling the surrounding woods, and from time to time, guys with the same clothes came from different directions, entering the cave in an extremely silent and orderly manner.

Voldemort strode into the entrance of the cave, and Owen could only follow closely. He felt that the guards around him seemed to cast malicious glances, as if staying here alone for a while would be eaten alive.

"There's a déjà vu feeling of being led into a den of thieves..." Owen's eyes hidden under the hood rolled slightly.The malice brought by the black demon guard has not completely faded away, he is not panicking at all now, and he is still a little bit anxious.

After passing through a section of rugged cave passages, the eyes suddenly opened up.A huge space is hidden here. It seems that the whole mountain has been hollowed out. Green candles are lit around it, and stalls are placed messily on both sides. There are all kinds of weird things on them, such as white skulls, Turned blue baby corpses, hideous animal mummies and so on.

Wizards in black cloaks came and went, picking and choosing from the stalls.Some are sneaky and look suspicious; some have horrible breaths and should not be approached by strangers; some behave strangely, as if they are not human...

"Is this the black market for wizards?" Owen raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.He knew there was such a place in the wizarding world, but he had never been there.

There are a lot of contraband for sale in the black market, such as dangerous black magic items, living bodies and materials of rare magical creatures, and stolen goods of unknown origin. So, not even Knockturn Alley dared to sell these things.

Just like the blood of unicorns, it is absolutely impossible to see it in the outside world.But in the black market, if you're lucky, it's possible, if not impossible, to come across a dead unicorn or something.There will never be a shortage of desperadoes chasing interests in the world.

"Yeah, the black market..." After arriving here, Voldemort's mood seemed to become a little more cheerful, and he hissed softly, "Even if it is tracked down by the Ministry of Magic countless times, it will resurface again and again. Everywhere After opening once or twice, the black market for wizards will be moved to another location, and I spent a little effort to find this place."

"The professor is here to buy something?" Owen looked very considerate, "If the professor needs it, I still have some money on me, but it's not much..." Who would have so much money on his body when he is idle? Long.

"Who said I came here to buy things?" Voldemort said jokingly, and then his tone was full of reminiscence, "On the contrary, whenever I was short of money in those years, I would come here to shop around."

Rob... Rob?Unexpectedly, the dignified Dark Lord is also a fan of zero yuan shopping?
Owen looked around at the dark wizards who were not easy to mess with at first glance, and couldn't help groaning in his heart.But you are using Quirrell's body now, you are not at your peak state at all, don't take me with you when you come here to seek death!Oh, by the way, you can't die, but I will die. If I die, your calculations will be in vain!

"Professor, is your body able to hold it?" He asked directly, sincerely persuading him, almost pulling him out by the sleeve. "Actually, you don't need to be too risky. If you really need something, I can try to contact my family. My parents have many connections... Besides, we are not short of money, so I can go back and get it."

"No need, I'm not so weak that I can't even do this kind of thing, and I can't wait too long." Voldemort said lazily, playing with the wand in his hand, and walked to a deeper place.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, and said straight away: "Then what can I help you? I'm just a first-year student."

"As I said, you need to be more confident." Voldemort said flatly, "I have no skills and I need you to work for me. Or are you unwilling to dedicate your strength to the Dark Lord?"

"I just think it's more valuable for me to die." Owen rolled his eyes under the hood, "rather than being directly killed by a group of wizards here."

"Follow my plan, as long as you are not a brain-defective idiot, your life will not be in danger." Voldemort waved his hand, and said without a doubt, his tone already carried a sense of warning.

Hearing that you still have plans, I feel even more insecure...Owen had nothing to say, his eyes wandered around, looking for possible escape routes.

How stupid of me, really, I only knew that Voldemort was a piece of shit, but I didn't expect him to be such a piece of shit!

However, Voldemort probably doesn't want his hard-won spare body to die, so this is probably good news?
Owen followed behind the other party with divergent thoughts, walked silently through the narrow passage between the booths, brushed the shoulders of passers-by, and walked towards the deepest part of the cave.

(End of this chapter)