Chapter 753 When Alan Harris' Beloved Fell to the Ground Crying

Bayer snapped his fingers, and a beautiful-looking sheepskin scroll with exquisite patterns and gorgeous borders appeared in his hand, and then he started writing on it with the flame on his fingers.

Voldemort squinted his red eyes and scanned the paper, realizing that these demons were really cunning, just like what Bellatrix Black told the mysterious man to note about demons from the family collection when she was young, this The Grand Duke Devil is trying to harm himself with these conspiracies and tricks.

Deliberately waiting silently for Bayer to write, just as the other party was about to finish writing, Voldemort himself took out a piece of ordinary parchment from his robe, "Use mine."

"As you wish." Bayer's face was not disappointed, he just smiled and took it, and began to slide his fingers quickly across the parchment, but he couldn't help complaining after writing a paragraph, "Business is getting more and more difficult Done."

After writing, this simple contract flew to Voldemort. Voldemort pondered the contract in his hand every word. After confirming that there were no traps in it, the mysterious man signed his name on the devil's contract, and the contract flew back automatically. In front of Bayer. Baier also added his full name.

The moment Bayer finished signing, the power of the contract made Voldemort understand all the terms of this contract paper, and then Bayer threw the dark book in his hand in Voldemort's direction, and Voldemort lifted it up. Hand, let this book float in front of you, and look at it carefully.

The cover of this book is like sticky rotten skin, bumpy and bumpy, and it seems that something is constantly sliding and surging under the cover, constantly changing its position and drilling. Just from the cover, you can feel the evil and chaos contained in this book.

The mysterious man flipped through the book in the air. The demons inside are completely different from the devils. Even the same kind of demons will look different because of the characteristics of the plane they belong to. Dwell in the bottomless abyss. When Voldemort opened it, he felt that he could hear the giant drums beating crazily and invisible, the disgusting, monotonous timbre of the flute; and the endless howls of aimless, stupid and blind demons. In the screaming, the bottomless abyss is in the midst of extreme chaos, everything seems to be biting hungrily.

The contract took effect, and Bayer's tail swung towards the group of Muggles who could only stand still in place no matter how panicked. The three silver-white skulls pierced through its tail opened its empty mouths, and pulled one by one from the Muggles. The silver-white souls flying out of the melons sucked them in.

In the end, six hundred and sixty-six Muggles collapsed to the ground in this hall, and the soulless bodies later dissipated into powder in the air of the hall. These swirling powders made the hall look like a layer of silver-gray snow had fallen.

Retracting the stinging tail, Byer's reptile eyes showing greed and pity paused for a moment on the remaining Muggles, and the black venom at the corner of its mouth dripped faster at this moment.

Putting all this in his eyes, Voldemort twirled the wand in his hand. He reckoned that the devil in front of him was the same as he had expected. It wasn't that he didn't want to make a deal in his heart, but that he probably wanted to attack Alan. The risk for Harris is too great. Obviously, if the strength and power shown by the other party in the Ministry of Magic battle cannot be achieved in one blow, it will attract a steady stream of Aurors and finally fall into a wheel battle, so he is unwilling to complete the transaction. The kid is the devil's best friend's nonsense to perfuse himself.

Thinking of Alan Harris' teasing and deceiving himself, and Harris TV's framing of himself, Voldemort's mouth twisted into a weird smile, "If you don't want to kill Alan Harris, then replace it with his relatives and friends also."

"That's a close friend of mine..." The tail wearing three skulls brushed in front of Bayer. Bayer took a long breath and looked up.

Voldemort's eyes became cold, didn't he even dare to hurt the kid's relatives and friends?

"You have to pay more.

"Byer's reptile's eyes started to burn, he looked at Voldemort, his voice was cold and cruel, "My lord Dark Lord, you don't have enough mortals left, let them go first. When you have saved all the money, I will look for opportunities. You will naturally know when the contract is completed, and I will come to pick it up at that time. "

"The one he loves will die a terrible death." The parchment flew towards Bayer, and Voldemort's big pale hand that was free slowly clenched into a fist, with unmistakable malevolence in his eyes.

Bayer caught the parchment flying over, and kept sliding his fingers on it, reciting in his elegant voice with exotic accents and ancient rhymes, "When Alan Harris' beloved The person wailed and fell to the ground, let her finally bloody the earth, and then I will complete the contract."

The next morning, London, Diagon Alley, the most bustling commercial street in the British wizarding world.

Ollivander Wand Shop, two Aurors in H94 uniforms stood under the golden signboard at the entrance. They vigilantly inspected the passing pedestrians. One of them was a thick and scary-looking male Auror with a beard and wide-eyed eyes , causing the pedestrians who looked over out of curiosity to turn their eyes away in a hurry.

"Puppy, are you in charge of Umbridge's relatives now? Do you have any idea?" Alan sat on the only bench in the store, and a young Auror with excellent image and temperament was standing in Ai behind Lun.

"Sir, her mother is dead, but Brutal found that her younger brother should be living near Little Hangleton. The place is not big, please rest assured, we should be able to find it soon." Pope replied cautiously It turned out that he was the Auror who brought Allen's fanatical male fan to Hogwarts to pray for Allen and Luna's forgiveness. This time, after Penello took the umbrella team to Africa, He won this temporary escort mission by virtue of the one-sided relationship at the beginning.

"It's okay, this matter is not important, as long as it can be found." Allen waved his hand to make the new guard relax, "Also, please go out and tell Brutal not to scare others...he has to Get rid of this bad habit, otherwise Albert would not have banned him from treating those victims at the World Cup..."

"Mr. Alan Harris, your custom-made wand is ready." At this time, Garrick Ollivander's big, light-colored eyes swept over a pile of long wooden boxes, Each box has a name tag and a description of the materials used to make the wand. Ollivander stretched out his hand to Allen as a gesture of invitation, "Please check."

The Aurors who were about to go out hurriedly stopped, took out a piece of parchment, and began to carefully check the wands one by one.

"Alan, I still think that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, so a directly customized wand will not become the most suitable partner for the wizard." During this period, Ollivander's soft voice sounded again, "But put a stick behind the wand It is indeed a good idea to use a chain... Doing the same with wooden wands may affect the power and effect of the spell..."

"Garrick, what I need is for students to use wands that don't quite fit. You know that in reality, wizards will inevitably encounter situations where they have to use other people's wands. Many picky wizards will not even use their own wands. I can't cast a spell, so I want them to try to see if this kind of training can improve the situation... That's why I troubled you to add a circle of runes that suppress the power of attacking spells on the tip of the wand ..." Allen didn't want to argue with Ollivander on the concept of making wands. The other party has already regarded this sentence in the Ollivander family's wand-making technology as a life creed, and he will mention this sentence to the law... .

Of course Allen can make wands by himself, but he is not bad as Jin Gallon, and he doesn't want to waste time on such trivial matters, so he chose to hand over this project to him during the Goblet of Fire period. Ollivander, who had already learned how to use metal to make wands, contracted this small project, and used some hypocritical reasons to convince himself that he did not do it out of laziness...

"Sir, there's no problem." After the new guard's inspection, Allen raised his hand to stop Pupai from calling other guards to come in to help get these wooden boxes, and he put all the wands into his pocket one by one. , and handed a box of Galleons to Ollivander from the inside, then got up and left the wand shop.

"Sir." The two guards at the door immediately stood at attention and saluted Allen.

"Let's go, go to Madam Malkin and get the clothes..." Allen strode towards the street, then suddenly turned his head and explained to the bearded Auror, "Bluto, please go and buy four ice creams, I will If you want the flavor of cheek grass, Pupai, tell him what you want..."

While Alan and the three guards were eating ice cream in Diagon Alley, Luna was lying on the legs of Alan lying on the sofa in the perception room on the top floor of the Ravenclaw tower. Dangling his feet, he was playing with the resurrection stone in his hand-such small things as going to get the wand and the magic robe. I have a class at Hogwarts.