The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 224
The magic net's report opening system is simple but not crude. The three-dimensional image projected by the wristband creates the appearance of a slot machine in the air.

As the banknotes were stuffed into the wristband reversing slot, the trigger of the slot machine was automatically pulled, the brainwashing electronic sound of "Gululu" filled the house, and the psychedelic light illuminated the shadows.

Who is Mandarin?Rich second generation, business prodigy, tycoon, fan of mysterious arts, leader of the Ten Commandments Gang.

Needless to say, the noisy and domineering life, no matter where the Mandarin goes, he can be noticed immediately by his unique style, like a firefly in the dark.

Not to mention his dark, majestic aura, and his surging ambition to rule the world.For him, money is just a number to achieve a goal, important but unnecessary.

"I say,"

The man let out a breath of foul air, rubbed his beard, and said indifferently: "Is there a problem with the explosion rate of this expansion pack? Why every time I open the pack, I can only open a lot of common or rare, the highest What about epic, legendary items?"

Expansion packs in the mall system

The members of the Ten Rings Gang standing in front of him swallowed their saliva one after another. In just 10 minutes, the Mandarin had already lost 60 pounds of wealth, and it was still a waste of money.

The mechanical and electronic voice replied gently: "The explosion rate of the expansion pack is constant, the explosion rate of common items is 70%, the explosion rate of rare items is 20%, the explosion rate of epic is 9%, and the explosion rate of legends is 1%. It's half false."

An expansion pack is only [-] pounds, which is so cheap that Mandarin adults can afford it. "Give me [-] packs to open first."

No one responded, Master Mandarin said "Huh?", his sharp eyes swept over, the members of the Ten Rings Gang looked at each other, and replied hesitantly: "My lord, there is not enough cash."

This time the Ten Rings Gang arrived in London without much cash, and it was even more difficult for them to be paid for by the Mandarin.

"The magic network system also provides card swiping services."

The mechanical electronic voice interjected at the right time and said: "Whether it is an American Express card, a Visa card, a MasterCard, a developed card, a million card, a Diners Club card, or a UnionPay card, you only need to put the credit card in the wristband and confirm the amount. can be exchanged directly.

Moreover, the Monet system can accept the currencies of various countries, eliminating the tax payment link in the currency exchange process, and there is no middleman to make the difference. "

Such considerate service did not make Mandarin feel much better.As a senior villain, he is different from ordinary people who use the system to dominate and know it but don't know why. He recharges for the purpose of studying the magic net system, and his intention is much higher.

One by one credit cards were put into the groove of the wristband, the numbers circulated, and the amount passed away. The Mandarin gradually became addicted to the excitement of opening the bag.

Which child cries every day, and which elder brother loses every day?Maybe if you drive it, your luck will come back?Wouldn't he have won the young model in the clubhouse by then?

The Mandarin resolutely swiped his card to recharge, and the dazzling light of the slot machine illuminated his thin face very brightly.

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Two young wizards, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, were sitting on the streets of Diagon Alley, scooping up balls of ice cream.

For them, this summer vacation was unprecedentedly bad. Their best friend Harry Potter disappeared mysteriously. The adults in the Order of the Phoenix were silent about the reason for Harry's disappearance. Even Dumbledore refused to talk about it— — just by insinuating that they could wait in Diagon Alley.

After all, Diagon Alley is the most densely populated place on the mysterious side of the UK. If Harry Potter hadn't died, traveled far away, or been imprisoned by bad guys, he would definitely appear nearby.

The days of waiting and the scorching heat made both of them a little wilted, and they slumped on the open-air seats of the ice cream shop without making a sound.

Suddenly, Ron's eyes widened, and he stood up abruptly, "Wait, could that be Harry?"

"where?"

Hermione hurriedly turned her head, only to see a thin figure in a hood disappearing at the corner of the street among the crowd.

The two looked at each other, and the long-term friendship and the dark premonition told them—that was Harry.

They slapped a few silver coins on the table, squeezed through the crowd, chased after them, and finally grabbed the hooded man's lapel at the next corner.

They guessed right, this was Harry Potter, but his complexion was paler and thinner, and his eyes were sharper and resolute, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"My God, Harry, where have you been lately? We can't find you no matter how hard we look."

Hermione screamed angrily, and Ron first punched Harry on the shoulder lightly, and then hugged the old friend fiercely.

However, to their surprise, there was only a hint of joy and nostalgia in Harry's eyes, and then he slowly and firmly broke away from Ron's embrace, "Long time no see, Ron, Hermione."

Harry smiled and said gently, "Nice to meet you, but I have to go."

Ron frowned, his face tensed in confusion, "Where are you going?"

On the contrary, Hermione vaguely guessed something, and said softly: "We will stay at No. 12 Grimmauld Place not far from here, which is used by Dumbledore as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, your godfather Sirius, Professor Alastor Moody who was supposed to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts last term, they were there too.

Come with us, Harry. "

"...I still have some things to deal with."

Harry Potter lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Some more important things."

"Is there anything more important than staying with your family?" Ron snapped bluntly, "Do you think you're unique? Huh?

On the Goblet of Fire, you watched with your own eyes that the man who couldn't even mention his name was resurrected, but he still ran out alone in this troubled time.

Do you know how worried we are about you?What if you are captured by Death Eaters?What if you run into that mysterious person directly? "

"You-Know-Who?" Harry grinned indifferently, shrugged, and said casually, "You mean Voldemort?"

Once the word "Voldemort" was spoken, the air in the alley froze for a few minutes.

In order to make himself sound more domineering, Tom Marvolo Riddle deliberately scrambled the spelling of his own name to create the word Voldemort and use it as his real name.

He even cast a constant spell on the real name "Voldemort" in order to create fear. Once anyone mentions it, he will be locked by his premonition, and even sent directly to kill those wizards who dare to mention the name. .

Until everyone dared not say the word "Voldemort" anymore, they could only use words such as "mysterious man", "the man who can't even mention his name", "Dark Lord" and so on.

This is why the wizarding world still fears and awes him more than ten years after his death.

Hermione and Ron choked for breath, pulled out their wands involuntarily, and looked around cautiously, for fear that the resurrected Dark Lord would come here.

"Don't worry, Diagon Alley has been subjected to extremely powerful witchcraft by the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible for Voldemort to perceive it, let alone teleport it directly through Apparition."

Seeing his friends' expressions of fear and trepidation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Harry smiled, and said nonchalantly, "And even if he really appeared in this alley, no one could get out alive. It will be him."

Ron was still at a loss, not understanding why Harry was acting so skillfully, but Hermione Granger's face changed again and again, she pursed her lips tightly, stared at Harry's face, and said nothing.

Harry looked a little lonely, can he tell his friends the truth about the blood race?
Can he tell his friends about the magic net?
Can he tell his friends that he has become the first user of the magic net, can he distribute spellcasting certificates, and guide many magic net users to slowly discover the true colors of the blood race?
No.

So he just smiled and said sadly: "That's it, friends, I'll go first."

"what?"

Ron had just reacted, and subconsciously wanted to grab Harry's skirt, but he was in vain, watching his friend's figure gradually distort and disappear.

After a long while, the brat from the Weasley family grew his mouth, and said dryly, "Wait, can you use the Disappearing spell in Diagon Alley?"

"No." Hermione bit her lip, looked at the end of the gloomy alley absently, and said softly, "Let's go, let's go back to the Order of the Phoenix. Harry, he won't come back."

(End of this chapter)