There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Bojinbok clasped his hands together, his toes twitched wildly in his shoes, almost digging out a room.

He originally thought Simpson was Voldemort's man.

It turned out that Simpson took him to Hogwarts.

What can Bojinbok do?

He is also very desperate!

People are knives and I am fish. Looking at the smiling Mark, Bojinbok is very knowledgeable about current affairs and can do whatever he is asked to do.

Only occasionally looked at Simpson with resentful eyes.

I thought you were the hope of the dark wizard, the future star.

You end up succumbing to the whitest of white wizards, Hogwarts Headmaster Mark.

You have failed the glory of the Dark Wizard!

Is there any justice in this world?

Are you worthy of my trust?

Simpson leaned close to Boginbok, put his mouth on his ear, and said softly, "Old man, change your mind."

"It's not the headmaster of Hogwarts who becomes the leader of the dark wizards."

"It's the head of the dark wizard who broke into the white wizard and stole the throne of Hogwarts headmaster."

"You think so, don't you feel more comfortable?"

Bojinbok's eyes widened.

Makes sense!

If you think so, then my dark wizard's future is bright.

It's not a little good, it's a big good!

Following Mark shaking people, Dumbledore hurried over.

"What's going on? We can't solve it together? Still looking for Grindelwald?"

Mark took out Boginbok's memory.

Dumbledore gasped, and Mark summoned a gust of wind, and Dumbledore's white hair fluttered and stood upright.

He has thick and thick hair, but fortunately Flitwick is not there, otherwise he must have expressed envy and hatred.

Like a lion's mane dancing in the wind!

Jin... the white lion king, Dumbledore, is back!

"The anonymous masked man who doesn't know his name seems to have a dragon head knife behind him, so he has to find a way to snatch it and give it to Dumbledore."

Dumbledore is the old lion king at any rate, and he needs to be paired with a dragon slaying knife to achieve completeness.

"Tom!" Dumbledore will never forget Voldemort.

Even if the sea is changed, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, Voldemort becomes bald, without eyebrows, beard and nose, Dumbledore cannot admit his mistake.

"He's really resurrected?" Dumbledore was shocked: "Didn't you say that everything is under control?"

Yes, Voldemort is indeed in control of this world, but when someone crosses the border, Mark shrugged, what can he do?

"But it doesn't matter?" Dumbledore said, "Our two legends can't beat Tom?"

Dumbledore didn't mind the many bullying the few.

There is no need to follow the rules of the rivers and lakes to deal with heretics, brothers shoulder to shoulder.

"We are outnumbered." Mark said in a heavy voice, "We have to plan for the worst. If we guess correctly, the four people around him have legendary combat power."

"Now, we must unite all forces that can be united!"

Dumbledore: "..."

Old and out of date.

In the past few decades, a legend could not emerge, but now legends emerge like leeks.

"Then I'll take a trip to Newgarmond." Dumbledore sighed.

With his relationship with Grindelwald, as long as he speaks, it is impossible for Grindelwald to refuse.

"Very good." Mark nodded in satisfaction.

"What are you waiting for?"

……

Twenty minutes later, the wizards in Diagon Alley were horrified to find that dark wizards apparated one after another. They were well-trained, well-organized, and serious.

When they came to Diagon Alley, they didn't interfere with the normal wizards. Instead, they rushed into Knockturn Alley and surrounded Bojinbok's shop.

"What's the matter?"

"I do not know."

"A lot of dark wizards... At least 1000?"

"More than 1000? You really laughed my ass off. Didn't you read the Daily Prophet today? The mysterious man has [-] wizards!"

"Even if there is water in it, it's [-]!"

"How is it possible? Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are only so big. Fifty thousand black wizards are already packed."

"You know what a fart, the advance troops are here now, all of them are expressionless, cold-blooded and cruel, what is this called? This is called elite!"

"The real big army is hidden outside Diagon Alley. The whole of London has already laid a net, and the people in Bojinbok shop can't escape!"

"Poor old Bojinbok, I don't know how to offend the mysterious man, and I mourn for him."

"There are rumors in the world that Bojin Boke asked a mysterious person to work for him... Think about it, as a migrant worker, once you gain power, do you want to kill the boss?"

"Stop talking, your fist is hard."

"I wanted to kill the boss even if I didn't gain power!"

"Can you stop talking nonsense, Bojinbok is kind to the mysterious man, now it is obvious that Bojinboke gave an order, and a hundred thousand black wizards have returned, listen to his orders!"

"Since the ancient times, the only major event in the country has been Si and Rong. No matter how good the relationship between the mysterious man and Bojinboke is, can he be tolerated to control the military? Impossible."

"The mysterious man is the founding emperor of the country. He has great prestige. So what if he is given military power? He stands there, and who dares to disobey the order?"

"You know what a fart, my uncle's aunt's aunt's son's neighbor's relative's friend works under the Dark Lord. It is said that someone pretended to be the Dark Lord and blackmailed Bojinbok on the head."

"Bojinbok immediately reported the matter, what is the Dark Lord's temper? Can this matter be tolerated?"

"Obviously can't bear it!"

"When someone mentions his name, he will Apparate and hit Awada behind that person, let alone pretending to be?"

"The Dark Lord is back, and he's going to have a big show, and he's going to make a big impact on the magic world!"

"Explode all dissatisfaction!"

The wizards talked and spit everywhere, rumors and gossip spread all over the streets and alleys, and the melon-eaters expressed their satisfaction.

full!

Mark's order was simple.

All the black wizards don't think about anything, just put on a Sima face, don't say a word, and just stand in front of the Bojin Boke store.

The atmosphere group, as long as it does its due work.

The key is not to speak, as soon as you speak, you will be out of character.

Inside the Bockingbock store.

The moment the black wizard arrived, they knew they were surrounded.

Huoyun Cthulhu sneered: "Is this the impossible you said?"

His voice was mocking.

Voldemort's anger rose slowly, he firmly grasped the wand in his right hand, kicked the door open with a bang, and strode out.

Under the watchful eyes of countless wizards, Voldemort was fearless, and he roared loudly.

"Magic world, your emperor is back!"

"Where are the Death Eaters?"

There was silence.

After a long time, there were whispers.

"Is he pretending to be the Dark Lord?"

"Come on, it doesn't look like that at all."

"Yeah, this is too fake."

"One thing to say, I analyze it from an objective standpoint. This person has obviously put his mind to it. He has studied the appearance of the Dark Lord. There is a similarity between his face and body."

"The problem is, the Dark Lord can't be bald!"

"No eyebrows yet."

"There's no nose at all...it's too weird."

"I don't know if there is one under him, hehehehehe."

"Who knows, although Voldemort is decisive, cruel and vicious, he was also a handsome guy who was famous at Hogwarts back then. He was so handsome, how could he be so ugly!"

The onlookers were disappointed, saying that Voldemort did not fit the image of the Dark Lord in their hearts.

Voldemort was furious.

Deification of idols is a must!

Blame me for being so tall?

"I heard that someone pretended to be me."

A cold and evil voice came from afar.

Mark was wearing a black wizard robe, with a half mask on his face, with mysterious patterns and ancient runes engraved on it.

This thing was just made by Mark, just to pretend to be cool and handsome.

Mark walked slowly, and the dark wizards around gave way one after another, just like Moses parting the Red Sea.

If you stand and watch from a distance, you can see the dark wizards spread out like waves and then gather again.

Finally, Mark walked up to Voldemort.

Countless black wizards bent down and bowed to him.

During this process, not a single dark wizard spoke, and the atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

The onlookers were excited.

"As expected of the Dark Lord!"

"It's so cool, all the dark wizards bow down to him!"

"He can be replaced!"

"This is the real Dark Lord. What's that bald head on the other side? It's crooked and has no dark and evil temperament. How dare you pretend to be the Dark Lord?"

Voldemort: "..."

No, it's fine if the person opposite is me.

But he is not me!