Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 199
The material is good, but what can be made is really resigned to fate
Many blurred blocks of color flashed before his eyes, and Voldemort seemed to have experienced endless years.I don't know how long it took, and finally, a soft call woke him up from the confusion.

Open your eyes, and it's a whole new world.

"I am back."

Speaking, Voldemort's voice was still hoarse, but it was a little more vigorous than before.

He is a real person!
"Yes, my great master, welcome your return."

Peter on the side lowered his head so that Voldemort could not see his expression clearly.

But at this time, Voldemort would not care about these side details, the joy of rebirth had already occupied his whole heart.

Raising his hand, he looked at the lines in his palm, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was about to laugh out loud, but he seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and the joyful expression froze on his face.

"Ok?"

Voldemort's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He raised his other hand to observe carefully, and then looked at Peter who was a head taller than him.
"No!"

With the divine height of 1.4 meters, the Dark Lord let out a tragic wail.

"Haha."

In the Slytherin lounge, Klein couldn't help laughing.

I swear to God, it wasn't him who shot Voldemort this time, it was God's will.

Cutting corners is a must~
The ancient resurrection magic has its own drawbacks. Voldemort and Peter's master and servant were still thinking about opportunistic, and the bodies they made were less than 1.5 meters, and they deserved it.

Blood relatives, servants, and enemies, although they are all abstract concepts, can't be fooled.

Fool it, fool yourself into it.

"Oh, I hope Gollum is all right."

Enough of laughing, Klein straightened his face and clasped his hands together.

Obtaining an incomplete body, Voldemort is bound to be honest for a while. He has nothing to worry about. Besides, with Peter watching, he doesn't believe that Voldemort is capable of doing anything.

"What a delightful peace~"

Touching the cat's head, Klein smiled.

Such a day is not bad.

"It's incredible."

They are all illegal organizations wanted by the Ministry of Magic. Old Zod never imagined that "Death Bloom" could create such a big situation under the leadership of Sauron.

Is this still two streets?
This is obviously an independent small town!

"This is how many "space expansion spells" have been cast."

Strolling along the bustling Paradise Street, Old Zod secretly sighed.

Compared with such a "behemoth", their "saints" are really too weak.

but
Old Zod remembered what the leader said.

"No matter how big a tree is, as long as its roots are eroded, it will wither and die; no matter how tall a building is, as long as its foundation is destroyed, it will collapse."

Incorporate?

No, it's penetration!
It is a good opportunity to take the opportunity to strengthen the "saints".

Straightening his mind, the old Zod limped and continued to walk forward with a few of his men. After walking a few steps, he ran into a man with a fat head and greeted him with a smirk.

"Mr. Zod, right, haha, I have known Mr. Zod for a long time."

Avery, who had already gained weight completely, made people feel disgusted with enthusiasm, but old Zod didn't show any strange expression on his face, he just smiled quite easily.

"Are you Mr. Avery? Ah, someone mentioned you to me."

"Tsk."

Hearing this, Avery gritted his teeth in hatred, and his expression became unnatural for a moment.But soon, he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, he enthusiastically took old Zod's hand.

"Come on, let me introduce you to Paradise Street."

"Sigh~"

How could it be possible for men to get used to tugging and tugging, being pinched by that sticky big hand, old Zod was as disgusting as if he had eaten a catty of slugs.

If possible, he really wanted to cast a curse on the other's greasy face.

But unfortunately, he couldn't.

For the sake of the "saint" tomorrow, he must endure at this time.

"It's a bit of a castle."

Old Zod's expression was well concealed, but Avery, who was like a human being, still saw the clues.

Everything he did was deliberately on the opposite side of disgust, just to see the other party's mind and city.

Now it seems that the centipede is dead but not stiff.

Although the "Saint" has not been active in the magic world for almost 50 years, it is still not to be underestimated.

Hehe smiled, and the smile in Avery's eyes became even bigger.

""Death Bloom" is actually a spontaneously formed business alliance, that is, the outside world is full of prejudice against us, which caused some misunderstandings between the Ministry of Magic and us.

Ashamed to say, we are also serious taxpayers. "

Believe it or not, Avery did.

"Devil Lord" Sauron never showed his face in public, and their forces stationed on Paradise Street were doing serious business—this is why the Ministry of Magic knew that the people of "Death Bloom" were not good birds, but they couldn't clean up the place.

Avery, like Karak, is a person whose eyelashes are hollow when they are pulled out. It can be seen that the old Zod does not have a strong sense of belonging to their "Death Bloom", and of course he refuses to reveal the truth.

Besides, with that attendant behind the "saint", Avery had to guard against it no matter what.

"That's it, hehe."

If he hadn't known the arrogance and dominance of "Death Bloom" in other countries, Old Zod might have believed it now.

Submissive in your own stronghold, punching hard where the Ministry of Magic can't reach?
What a great way.

Old Zod had a cheerful face, but he couldn't help but be contemptuous in his heart.

mean!

But after thinking about it, it is precisely because this group of people are so despicable that they can develop to their current scale in just two or three years.

Think about it, if they also kept a low profile back then.
People on both sides have their own thoughts, but they get along well on the surface.

Walk all the way, talk all the way.

It took a small day to turn around Paradise Street, and then Avery said with a smile.

"From now on, we will be a family. If you need any help in the future, just ask, whether it is supplies or funds, you can talk about anything."

After hearing this, Old Zod couldn't believe his ears.

Ok?
So easy to talk about.

"Of course, brothers have to settle accounts clearly, right? We have a complete set of franchise rules, that's the word, we have a complete set of franchise rules."

Avery rubbed his hands together and gave that greasy grin of a profiteer.

"As long as you swear the blood oath, you can get our complete training, including how to attract customers, how to customize special discount items, etc., including teaching and training."

Old Zod: "???"

Oh, dare you "Death Bloom" didn't intend to absorb us into the organization at all, but directly treated us as offline, making money for you, right?

You can't be so shameless!
"You don't need to thank me, it's all for the Lord Master."

Avery smiled, with a gleam in his eyes.

Wage earners still want to negotiate terms?

Don't even inquire about it, who has the final say on this street!
(End of this chapter)