Chapter 346

Hearing the threat, Voldemort just raised an eyebrow, and a contempt of smile appeared on his face, as if he couldn't enter his ears at all.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the gold coins accumulated on the street, as if talking about the weather.

"Okay, the principal, see, the gold coins should be attached to some kind of curse. Do you have a way to eliminate them?"

Ravenclaw's face shaking vaguely on Voldemort's chest, and then her even more dissatisfied sound came.

"You can't figure it out of some assimilation curses? God, I really regret cooperating with you-"

Without finishing the words, Voldemort raised his hand impatiently, put on, and interrupted her words.

There was a trace of toughness in his tone.

"Of course, I know that it is just a certain curse. The solution to use magic is just a handling. But now, this street is obviously limited by some kind of" only '. No one can use magic here, including me. "

As soon as he said this, Ravenclaw's face was quietly quiet.

She was silent for a moment, as if thinking seriously, and then her tone became low and calm.

"The power of 'unique'? Well ... there is indeed this possibility. Well, you should take away these gold coins with informatization. Do you want to do it now?"

Voldemort heard Ravenclaw's willingness to help, and the smile on his face emerged again, but this time with a little cunning.

He slowly shook his head, with a greedy calculation in his tone.

"No, not now. Obviously, we can wait for another. According to this trend, maybe we can take one million Galon."

As soon as the words fell, Ravenclaw's voice came from his chest, but unexpectedly calm and resolutely.

"No, I feel ... there is pollution and penetration."

Voldemort's smile stiffened instantly, and his face suddenly sank.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade and whispered.

"The people who do the hidden practice will do it?"

"Not them,"

Ravenclaw was decisive.

"Doing this at this time has nothing to do with them. His ... very strange, even ... even a mark. This is not safe nearby, we must leave immediately! What plans are executed immediately."

Voldemort's eyebrows were locked, and the gloom on his face was almost condensed, but just a few seconds later, he recovered calmly, nodded gently, and a meaningful smile was hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, then ask the principal you to show one hand."

As soon as his words fell, he slowly raised the pale left arm like gypsum sculpture, and his movements were elegant and calm. The middle finger and the thumb touched gently.

Slap!

The crisp sound echoed on the silent street, accompanied by a strange fluctuation.

The next moment, the gold coins that were originally covered with the streets instantly turned into countless flashing blue information flows, and disappeared like being inhaled in the void.

Voldemort looked at this scene with satisfaction, and the smile on his face became stronger.

He patted his left shoulder, and his tone was as easy as he had just completed a pleasant game.

"Hehe, I have finished work. I have worked hard, the principal."

Ravenclaw's face appeared for a moment, and it seemed to have a trace of fatigue and speechless boredom, but in the end, nothing said, but slowly hidden the left chest of Voldemort.

Marcus stood aside, staring at all this, his throat moved, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and then seemed to think of something, looking at the end of the alley.

Voldemort slowly turned around and fell on Marcus's face.

His eyes with a hint of jokes seemed to see the other person's mind.

Following Marcus's sight, he looked at the end of the turning alley, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly, showing a meaningful smile.

"oh?"

His voice was low and leisurely, with a trace of teasing.

"Are you worried about that kid?"

Marcus was shocked when he heard this, as if he was caught with a pigtail, and quickly shook his head to deny it.

"No, master!"

It was a little uneasy in the tone.

Voldemort just smiled slightly, stepped forward slowly, raising his hand to pat the shoulder of Marcus.

His movements were lightly described, but there was a sense of oppression that could not resist.

Speak in a low voice.

"How can people who can defeat your master died so easily? Oh, don't worry."

His voice seemed to be cold wind in the cold winter night, which was obviously soft, but made people trembling.

Voldemort paused, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if a blade was scratched from the dark.

There was a deeper smile on the corner of his mouth, with a strange determination.

"And ... don't forget, what we do now is the career of saving the world. Don't be dead!"

Intersection

In the broken kettle bar, there was a dead silence, and the air was filled with the smell of liquor and dust in the air.

Under the dim light, the carpets that were already stepped on were extremely shabby.

At this moment, a green flame suddenly appeared in the fireplace in the corner of the bar, and the fire was green.

"Bang!"

The flames vomited sharply, and the two people fell out of the fireplace.

"Keke! Hermione! You are so messy!"

The red -haired boy Ron yelled while coughing, and the freckles on his face were even more obvious because of anger and distress.

Hermione ignored his complaints, quickly patted the dust on his body, and his movements were crisp.

She took out a small bag of Floo powder from her backpack and calmly sprinkled it on the carpet, with a hint of disdain in her tone.

"Sure enough, the news in the newspaper is all nonsense! Floo powder can be used! This matter is definitely not simple!"

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