Chapter 1138 Bojinbok

One is a wizard who lived thousands of years ago, and the other has fallen and turned into time itself.

No matter who it is, it is very difficult for Aiwen to meet him, and it is even more impossible under the current circumstances.

"If it comes, it will be safe, and there will always be a way." Aiwen said, and put the time converter back, "What are you going to do?"

"Follow Delphi first, and get the time-turner she mentioned." Riddle said.

"Then make this the primary goal." Ai Wen nodded and said, "Tom, don't you feel it? This future is very interesting. The times are developing, the fusion of technology and magic, the collision of civilizations, and even house elves It’s all changed so much.”

"It's really good!" Riddle glanced disdainfully at the house elf who was dressed like a goblin beside him.

Under Riddle's gaze, he took a step back in fear, with a panicked expression on his face.

He didn't know why Riddle and Ivan stopped here, were they dissatisfied with his service?

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the future of me, Hermione and others." Ivan continued, as if he didn't hear Riddle's irony, "It seems that Voldemort and the evil god have been defeated , everything is going in a good direction, what do you think you will become? Do you still exist?"

"I am immortal, I must have acquired a new body..."

"Yes, and such a lovely daughter, so, Tom, we..."

"I said, don't..."

Riddle was interrupted when the house-elf said awkwardly, "Do you use the Floo, gentlemen?"

"Oh, we are going to use it, thank you!" Aiwen said, seeing the security guards approaching, "Let's go, Tom!"

In the next second, the pale-faced Riddle disappeared, and Ivan walked into the emerald green flame that was quietly burning in the fireplace.

"Knockturn Alley!" He left, leaving the house-elf standing there dumbfounded.

Even though the times have improved so much, using the Floo network is still an uncomfortable travel.

Aiwen seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole, his body was spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound beside his ears was deafening.

Dazed by the swirling green flames, he turned and saw a series of furnace doors flash past vaguely.

Then, at his destination, he landed on the cold stone ground.

Ivan misses Phoenix Fox a little bit, and it is much more comfortable to let it carry the conversion space than this.

He stepped out of the fireplace, and in front of him was a spacious and dimly lit wizard shop.

Compared to the changed Ministry of Magic, time seemed to stand still in Borginburg's shop.

During the summer vacation of the first grade, Ivan and Harry once looked at this store from a distance, and the interior layout has hardly changed.

On a cushion in the glass case in front of him, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, a teapot with one corner missing, and a glass eyeball that was motionless, and the hideous mask squinted down on the wall. , with all kinds of human bones on the counter, and rusty tines hanging from the ceiling.

Poor Mr. Borgin, the items in his shop seem to be quite unpopular...

This is not surprising at all, Ivan can't see which normal wizard would need this thing.

Delphi was standing in front of the counter, looking seriously at the withered human hand on the mat.

"This store is very interesting. It sells and recycles all kinds of interesting black magic items. I have been here a few times before, and many of them are very practical." Delphi said, "Look at the introduction of this item, Hand of Glory, insert Last candle, only the person who holds it can see the light, I think we should need one, maybe we will use it."

"You have good eyesight, my dear lady. This is the best friend of thieves and robbers. It only costs five hundred Galleons."

A hunched man appeared behind the counter. It was Mr. Borgin.

He is very old, his hair is gray, and the smile on his face gives people a treacherous and sleek feeling.

Five hundred gold Galleons, even if I gave Aiwen change, he would not touch this dirty human hand.

"Well, let's take a look again, do you have an invisibility cloak here?" Delphi asked.

"Yes, that's my treasure, and it needs 10,000 Galleons." Mr. Bo Jin's tone was almost flattering.

"The price is not a problem!" Delphi didn't even blink, "Take it out and let me see."

It seems that Voldemort or other Death Eaters left Delphi a large inheritance and didn't care about money at all.

Otherwise, in this era, the depreciation of Galleon is too fast.

Ten thousand Galleons to buy an invisibility cloak, what is the difference between this and stealing money?

In the time Aiwen was familiar with, invisibility cloaks were precious, but they were not uncommon. As long as there were furs of invisible beasts or materials soaked in powerful invisibility potions, they could be made. Depending on the strength of the effect, the price ranged from three hundred to two thousand gold. Garen didn't wait.

Aiwen has never heard of someone spending 10,000 Galleons to buy an invisibility cloak.

If it was really because of the depreciation of the currency, he would have the urge to go back to the past and resell things to this point in time...

"Evan, come and see this glorious hand." Delphi turned around and said, "Where is Tom?"

"Oh, he's behind!" Ivan said.

As soon as the words fell, Riddle pretended to come out from the fireplace.

He squinted and looked around with interest, obviously familiar with the store.

At this moment, Mr. Bokin came out from behind the counter with the invisibility cloak, and he also saw Riddle.

The smile on his face froze and disappeared, and soon turned into horror and fear. He recognized Riddle's identity.

Ivan heard that Riddle did not work in the Ministry of Magic after graduating from Hogwarts, but came to this store unexpectedly, looking for precious collections used to make Horcruxes here, so, Mr. Borgin knew Riddle well.

Not a good memory, especially after Riddle became Voldemort...

Mr. Bokin looked at Riddle who had just come out of the fireplace in disbelief, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Li, Li, Li..." He panted heavily, greatly stimulated, "Riddle!"

Voldemort has failed, he is dead, but why does this boy look so much like...

Absolutely right, impossible to admit wrong.

He'll never forget it as long as he lives, it's definitely Tom Riddle!

Voldemort is back!

The Dark Lord is back!

Mr. Bokin was a little puzzled as to why Riddle was so young.

But then he thought of the Dark Lord's magic, which was something he didn't understand, it must be.

Voldemort is immortal, he conquered death and he is back again!

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