Hogwarts: I know a million points of black magic

Chapter 43

As a gathering place for black wizards, although the land price of Knockturn Alley is not as expensive as that of Diagon Alley, but since it is so close to the economic center of the United Kingdom, it means that its land price must not be cheap!

But in such an expensive place, Geros, who just arrived, took less than half a day to get a big mansion.

This is not because of his strength, but because his reputation as Geros is too loud!
"My lord, these are wizards who have come here for fame and defected to you"

In a slightly dark hall, more than a dozen wizards gathered together.

It is not difficult to see from their dress and language, that they are all ruthless dark wizards.

Strange black robes, showing a hint of madness from time to time, plus cheeks that were forced to be sunken on both sides due to years of black magic.

They all look a little weak, but only those who have been practicing black magic all year round know it.

Their thinness is entirely from the backlash of the terrible black magic.

In the past, these powerful dark wizards were completely inaccessible to Geros.

But now, these dozen or so powerful dark wizards are sitting respectfully in their seats, listening to Geros' speech obediently.

In front of their seats is a tall podium.

Above the podium, a lonely figure stands proudly and independently. It is the strongest dark wizard who has had a lot of glory recently, Geros!

"My lord, these people are top dark wizards from all over the UK, each of them has the ability to face the siege of three Aurors without defeat"

On the right side beside Geros is an elderly wizard who is also wearing a black robe, but his body is a bit crooked.

Thin face, a pair of inverted triangle eyes, and fierce eyes.

This old guy must have been a ruthless man when he was young!
However, now the old ruthless man was waiting beside Geros with a humble face, pointing to the dark wizards in the audience, and introducing their deeds to Geros one by one.

Regardless of whether it is old or young, there are many lives in their hands, and they are not easy to mess with.

"Ahem..." Geros stood behind the podium, scanned the crowd in the hall, and coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

Accompanied by Geros coughing, all the dark wizards in the audience focused on Geros.

Why did they come here to display Geros with expensive gifts?
It's not for the purpose of becoming Geros' subordinate, and leaning on this thigh.

Looking at Geros with fiery eyes, he wished to prick up his ears and listen to what Geros said word by word.

"I need you guys to do me a favor"

Under the watchful eyes of many ferocious dark wizards, Geros didn't feel timid at all.

Just kidding, he is a man who has been pointed at by hundreds of magic wands, would he be afraid of these dozen or so little dark wizards?
Therefore, Geros frankly asked the group of dark wizards to do one thing for him.

"I need you guys to help me kill a wizard named Quirrell"

Geros took out a piece of kraft paper from his cuff, and slowly unfolded the kraft paper.

On the kraft paper, a portrait of Quirrell was impressively drawn.

The flamboyant purple headscarf, the timid eyes, and the slightly stooped body.

An ordinary wizard who can't be an ordinary wizard, puts a lot of pure existence in the magic world.

But now, Geros actually asked them to hunt him down.

The dark wizards in the audience became excited when they heard the words.

If they were asked to do delicate work, it would be difficult for them to do it well, but if they were asked to kill people, it would be as simple as drinking water.

They raised their heads one after another and remembered Qilo's appearance deeply in their minds, with a fierce light in their eyes.

. . .

The bustling streets with people coming and going, the international city full of traffic.

Finding a pub in London couldn't be easier.

As soon as he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, Lester found a small modern bar near the Leaky Cauldron.

Unlike the old Leaky Cauldron next to it, this Muggle bar looks gorgeous.

Big glass, gorgeous blue walls, plus a revolving door that hasn't appeared in the wizarding world yet.

Just the design of the entrance, this Muggle pub is much more advanced than the Leaky Cauldron.

After discovering the bar, Lester did not choose to enter directly. Instead, he quietly came to the side alley and took out a tube of potion reagent from the storage ring.

It is a compound medicine that can deform people.

Taking out a piece of black hair that had been prepared a long time ago, Lester threw the hair into it, and then drank it in one gulp.

"Crack it, crack it"

After a change, a middle-aged man in a suit took Leicester's place and appeared in the deserted alley.

"This feeling is really strange." Looking casually at the mirror in the roadside shop, Lester looked at the handsome middle-aged man in the mirror, feeling extremely weird.

But now is not the time to study compound medicines, the time for medicines to transform is only one hour.

In other words, Leicester needs to buy all the drinks in this bar within an hour

With vigorous steps, Lester, disguised as a man in a suit, strode into the bar.

Since it was daytime, there were not many people in the bar.

Lester glanced around briefly, then went straight to the bar.

"Give me all your drinks and just serve me one"

Sitting on the boss' inheritance, Leicester is rich and powerful. Not only does he own a large number of Galleons, but he also has a lot of Muggle currency.

Throwing out a thick wad of pounds casually, the girl at the bar who had never seen the world was fascinated.

"Okay, sir"

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly called the waiter to get the wine, and then accompanied Lester by herself, wanting to get close to the benefactor.

It's a pity that Leicester at this time has no intention of paying attention to this little girl who is deliberately getting close.

Because he saw a familiar figure in this bar.

With a purple turban, a slightly hunched body, and a light brown robe, he looks very out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Quirrell!" Lester recognized who it was the first time he saw it. Isn't this the unlucky ghost possessed by Voldemort, isn't it Quirrell?
If Quirrell was here, Voldemort must be in his hood.

Taking a malicious look at the back of Quirrell's tightly wrapped head, Lester wanted to use magic to pull his hood off.

But in the end he resisted the temptation.

Keeping Voldemort can still contain Dumbledore now, there is no need to get rid of him now.

. . .

"Wori, isn't it summer now?" Voldemort, who was sitting by the window and secretly watching the Leaky Cauldron, felt another chill run down his back.

I don't know what's going on, but in the past few days, he always feels uncomfortable for no reason.
It seems that there are always villains trying to harm him.

(End of this chapter)