My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 179 Greed
"Bock, greed has destroyed you."

Tom's voice floated faintly from the red mist, and he couldn't tell the direction. Accompanied by a mysterious spell like an ancient ballad, Borgin Burke could only hear the heavy "plop" and "plop" coming from his ear. The sound of objects falling, his five senses were covered by Nelson's magic, so that these sounds were extremely subtle, as if they came from a battlefield thousands of miles away. He kept falling, and there was nothing he could do.

"Is this the magic of Slytherin? It's amazing, it's amazing!" Bojin's breathing became heavy, and his tone was full of naked desire. He knew that he was surrounded by Tom and Nelson, but he was obviously beaten. Unprepared, the young owner of the black magic store became even more excited. He panted heavily and said loudly, "It's so great! It's so charming! Mr. Chamberlain, I want to invite you to join me even more We are here!"

"Us?" Nelson's voice echoed in Bojin's ears, "Do you still want to take me?"

"Hehe," Borgin didn't answer, but asked instead, "Mr. Chamberlain, the Slytherin relic in your hand was obtained from the Gaunt family in Hangleton, right?"

Tom clenched the wand in his hand suddenly. He didn't know where he was exposed. Now that Bokin said it outright, he didn't intend to keep his hand. Hidden in the fog, he touched Bokin's direction. .

"In October last year, our agents searching for ancient magic found an ancient family—the direct descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family. Unfortunately, they are now like a real shabby family, even more shabby than Mudbloods. "Bokin didn't realize the danger behind him, and spoke in a tone that he thought was full of affinity, "There is only one person left in their family, Morfin Gaunt, this may be the only Slytherin left in the world It is a direct descendant. Based on the principle of making the best use of everything, we want to recruit him into the group, but what is even more regrettable is that the descendant of Lord Slytherin, who was so shocking back then, turned out to be not much better than a squib. Alcoholic, his nerves have been completely paralyzed by alcohol, which has reduced his poor intelligence to the level of almost mental retardation."

Borgin said disgustedly, as if Tom's uncle was an insignificant bedbug. He was completely unaware that Tom's wand had been pressed against the iron armor on the back of his neck, but Tom didn't do it right away. From Borgin's words, As a "last descendant", he felt that his identity hadn't been exposed.

"I'm very disappointed, so disappointed!" Bojin said forcefully, "I held a little bit of hope and searched his soul. Guess what I found?"

"what?"

Nelson looked at the fog that was gradually thinning under the strong wind of Calactacus, and the figure that gradually became clear behind the fog, raised his wand, and asked.

"I found you, Mr. Karkaroff! Hehe, didn't you expect that?" Borgin smiled, as if he felt that he had made a funny joke. He turned his head and saw Nelson standing not far behind him , but Tom, who was close to his back, didn't know where he went. He turned around, took a few steps in Nelson's direction, spread his hands, and said with a smile, "Mr. Karkaroff, in Morfin Gun In Turner's poorly simple brain, I found a somewhat sloppy memory that was modified, which made me very curious."

"You're wondering why the memory of a broken household is modified. Could it be that there is something good that is hidden directly in him?" Nelson explained the problem for him. He waved his hand, and the fog around the two was squeezed to both sides by an invisible wall. This allowed the two to face each other without any cover. Nelson raised his wand to his chest and said playfully, "I hope you didn't find anything you shouldn't."

"Of course, Mr. Karkaroff," Bokin saw that Nelson had dispelled the fog, and out of politeness, he performed a greasy wizard salute, stood at a safe distance, and said, accompanied by the continuous sound of heavy objects falling, "I know you, a wizard who loves collecting antiques..."

"So?" Nelson shrugged, imitating Borgin's glib way of speaking, and asked, "Can't you tolerate a colleague?"

"How could it be? With a colleague like you with unique vision, it's too late for me to welcome you!"

"Is this your way of welcome?" Nelson looked around. Although he couldn't see anything clearly through the fog, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was still incessant. He asked, "Use your men to fall to the ground." Composing a symphony? What a welcome."

"It's fine if you like it, and they are not my subordinates, they are all our companions," Bok shrugged and said indifferently, "I am very curious about your eyes, obviously that dilapidated shed is full of priceless treasures. You didn’t ask for antiques and even a few not-so-weak magic props. I think it’s impossible for a collector like you not to see their value, and there’s no reason to throw away those good things to ask for a workmanship Rings that are rough and precious stones."

(Nelson: I really can't see it...)
"So I've come to the conclusion that it's worth much more to you than that house of shareholders put together, and even because you haven't even looked at those antiques, it's worth a lot more than they are, and I'm right Is it?" Bojin said excitedly, speaking faster and faster, "Originally you only showed up once, and this even turned into a case without a clue, but today you and Mr. Chamberlain came to my little shop, I Finally figured it out!"

"What do you understand?" Nelson saw half of a small silver ball spinning out from behind Bojin out of the corner of his eye. Did Tom find this shopkeeper, Borgin Bock, a little tricky?The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground around him became longer and longer. Nelson shook his head and continued, "You have fewer and fewer companions who are still standing."

"It doesn't matter, against opponents like you and Mr. Chamberlain who have Master Slytherin's magic, I didn't expect a few people to stand still."

"You're quite confident," Nelson snorted coldly, "So what do you figure out?"

"Mr. Chamberlain often comes to Knockturn Alley to sell things, but you are the owner behind it, right?" Bojin rubbed his hands and said with a smile on his face, "The ring you took away was actually used to open Lord Slytherin's treasure. The key key! The unheard-of powerful magic of yours makes me even more certain that you must have a treasure house of magic in your hands!"

"Unheard of powerful magic? What do you see? What can you see?" Nelson looked at the surrounding fog. Although it was getting thinner, the effect of obscuring vision was not weakened too much, "Why don't you think Are those shrimp soldiers and crab generals too weak?"

"Mr. Karkaroff, you are joking," Bokin showed a mysterious smile, pointed to his right eye, and then closed his eyes and said, "As the owner of a magic shop, I always need to be equipped with some magic props."

When he opened his eyes again, a strange scene happened. He held his breath, his left eye did not move, and his right eye turned to the right independently. Like a creature with its own consciousness, the pupil quickly turned to The eye sockets were still turning to the right, and Bojin's eye sockets burst out with blue veins. The next second, Nelson seemed to hear a "poof", and Bo Jin's right eye turned behind the eye sockets!This scene was so scalp-numbing that Nelson couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

As the pupil disappeared, another pupil behind this eyeball ran out from behind, emitting a faint blue light, and spinning rapidly in the eye socket.

"Huh!" Bo Jin breathed out a turbid breath, showing a relaxed smile. The veins on his face had not subsided, which made his face look disgusting and terrifying. He calmed down and said, "Although I don't know clearly, but I See, Mr. Chamberlain's red light flashed, and my companion fell, and I never saw such an efficient spell."

"So you want us to pay them for their medical bills?"

Nelson sneered, Tom was doing this kind of thing of standing in front of others and talking trash. Nelson was a little inexperienced, so that the effect was not good. Bojin didn't react at all, only the strange thing in the right eye frame His eyes were rolling wildly, he shrugged and closed his mouth.

"My promise is still valid, Mr. Karkaroff. If you and Mr. Chamberlain are willing to join us, they will feel honored even if they are killed." Bojin's right eye suddenly turned to the top of his head, and he stopped moving. Picking up the wand, pointing upwards, "Stunned!"

"But if you are still stubborn, then I can only dismiss you with a little reasonable Galleon."

He took a step back, waiting for Tom to fall in front of him.

"..."

"..."

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Nelson stood with him for a while, until Borgin raised his head and looked up, only to see a small patterned spider spitting silk and falling from the beam.

"Mr. Chamberlain may be hanging from the rafters. Wait a minute, I'll call someone—"

"There's no need to call someone."

Tom's voice suddenly came from behind him, Bojin only felt that his neck was suddenly strangled by someone's wrist, and a sharp wand stood straight from his chest against the lower part of his raised chin, Bojin didn't dare to act rashly , he raised his hands and kept his head up. When he looked down again, he found that Nelson in front of him had also disappeared.

"Mr. Chamberlain, good skill!" A drop of sweat slipped from the corner of Bo's face, he scanned around with his magic eyes, and found that there was no one standing in the store, except for some unlucky guy lying on the beam, seeing He immediately turned into a handsome man who knew the current affairs, and he stammered, "Ka... Calactacus, he is old, and he can't stand this kind of trouble."

"It's okay, he walked peacefully."

Hearing this, Bo Jin's eyes went dark, so he didn't faint, but he didn't know that the reason Tom was still strangling him until now was because after the mist surged, except for the sound of "sweep away!" , Caractacus seemed to have disappeared, completely disappeared.

"You seem to care about him?" Tom raised his eyebrows and asked in Bokin's ear.

"Yes... yes, he is my uncle," Borgin explained, "who doesn't care about his uncle?"

"I don't care," Tom smiled, and pushed his wand up so that Borgin's head was fully tilted, and said again, "Since you care so much about him, I won't lie to you. I was only joking."

"..." Bo Jin was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile all over his face, "Hehe, can you—"

"The real thing is, he didn't go at all peacefully."

Tom interrupted him, and said coldly, with a slight force on the wand in his hand, a sentence of obscure Parseltongue came out of his mouth, and in an instant, tiny black silk threads gushed out from the tip of the wand, like snakes, without any harm. It climbed up and pierced Bojin's neck with great effort, and got into the blood vessels in his neck, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bokin realized that Tom's words were humiliating himself, and his whole face flushed red. Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels in his temples became black and beat violently like a heart. In the same situation, his whole body was covered with striped black tattoos, and they twisted, making the whole person look extremely hideous.

"Tell me the number!"

Bojin didn't feel any abnormality in his body, he lowered his hand and said in a commanding manner.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Tom shook his head and said regretfully, "If you had been like this from the beginning, we would have concluded the transaction happily. I make my money, and you make more money instead, no? Is it?"

"Five thousand Galleons, a fraction I don't know, all the cash in Bojinbok Magic Store is in the counter."

"You're a little confused about the situation." Tom chuckled, "Do you think your life is worth a little Galleon?"

"My life is only worth a few Galleons." Bojin smiled wryly, "You may think I'm joking, but that's the truth."

"Wait?" A black thread jumped out of the veins in Bokin's forehead and landed on Tom's hand. He seemed to sense something, let go of Bokin's throat, and put it on Bokin's. forehead.

"Greed destroyed me..." Borgin was still thinking.

"Your soul... why is it only the size of one eye?" Tom asked suspiciously. "What are the other parts? What are you?"

"Hehe." Bojin turned his head and gave Tom a wry smile. Numerous fine cracks lit up on his body, and he became hot instantly.

"Strict wall blockade!" Tom, who had mastered the silent spell, shouted the spell loudly, which was enough to see his nervousness.

Outside the door, Nelson, who was letting the captives who had just woken up, tied him up, heard Tom's shout, turned his head, and saw the roof of Bojinbok's magic shop soaring into the sky, and the four walls were broken into pieces and spread around Beng flew out, and immediately afterward, there was a deafening explosion and scorching flame waves.

(End of this chapter)