Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The old man whimpered all the way, sometimes begging them to fight more lightly, sometimes saying that he was cold, could he give me some clothes, Martin was so annoyed by him, did this old man have any sense of being captured?Pointing at his nose and cursing.

"Old man Hall, if you call this or that again, I'll beat you to death, believe it or not." He said and raised his calloused hands.

The old man Hall smiled flatteringly. "I'm so old, I really can't stand this torment."

"Then don't stand up, we'll knock you out and carry you all the way." Vivienne pointed at Hall's embarrassing face.

The person holding Hall was a young man with a lot of freckles on his face. He pressed Hall's shoulders down, and the pain caused him to groan, and he dared not say anything.

"Damn it, it's a poor bastard." Little Freckle's words were recognized by the people around him, and the piercing laughter kept stimulating Hall's nerves.

"That's right, I just want to give him some color, otherwise he won't be able to figure out his own situation." Said the man who was slightly shorter than his companion.

The little freckle who escorted Hall and the guy who laughed the most just now looked at each other.

"Abel." Little Freckle called the man's name, and Abel understood, and the two brothers seemed to wrap their arms around Hall's shoulders, leaning their heads against each other, and lowered their voices.

"Old man, do you have any valuables in that room? Don't say we don't take care of you, you have to bring something out, you say no, as long as you are sincere enough, we can't satisfy your request. "

Hall looked at the greedy faces of the two men, and glanced at Martin, the person in charge. He was talking to a guy with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes. The team stopped, and it was near his house. If you can be satisfied for a while, there will be no more valuable things in the future, and you will only suffer more.

"Boss, do you want to dispose of this house?" A thief-like man asked Martin, pointing at Hall's wooden house and winking.

Martin glanced at Vivian, and Vivian said indifferently. "I don't know. I'm just here to do odd jobs. What do you usually do, this time it's the same."

The shadow of the hut stretched under the moon, Martin frowned, and Alex said he was fully responsible, and usually set the fire and didn't care if it burned to other places.

"Old man, you have to make a decision quickly. When my boss makes arrangements, we can't guarantee what you will suffer." Little Freckles grinned grinningly and pulled a handful of Hall's sparse gray hair. This kind of pulling, Hall's face twitched in pain.

They were far away from the team, and Moonlight didn't find this area. Everyone knew everything, and they didn't hold up their magic wands to look this way, and no one noticed their small movements.

"Yes, yes, there is a box of Galleons in my room. I take all my usual expenses from it. Every time I withdraw money from Gringotts, I put it there." Hall said quickly, and the little freckle immediately let go After touching his hand, Hall's scalp was aching. He lowered his face, and the dark environment prevented them from seeing his expression clearly.

"You also know that I am an alchemist, and the few protective items that you took away are just one of them. I still have quite a few in my house, which are much more valuable than Galleons."

It was said that Freckles and Abel were more excited, and they were not worried about the old man playing tricks at all. I was the knife and he was the fish. If he dared to lie to them, the old man would be tortured and then killed.

"What?" Abel glanced at the others cautiously, suppressing his excitement. Little Freckle is his old partner. They often do this kind of thing together, and other people may not be cleaner than them. Everyone agrees Xuan each do their own.

"Of course! That salary alone is not enough for the two of us. The two of them are not welcome. All the protective equipment are theirs. If you go to sleep with a woman, the money will be gone. The tigress in my family stares at me every day. Worry about my little money." Little Freckles had a bad look on his face when he thought of that woman.

"You really can't do it." Abel said mockingly, pointing at Hall. "Then what about the old man?"

"What should we do? Leave it to someone else to deal with! Let's deal with this matter first, look, he's going to choose a candidate, hurry up!" Little Freckle first grabbed the old man's collar and threatened, and when he learned where the things were hidden, and Abel volunteered at Martin's selection and took over the job of burning the cottage.

Martin didn't care too much, and nodded in agreement directly. The others had a heavy loss on their faces. Who can know the love between these two people?

The short man punched the little freckle with a look of envy, but his tone was threatening. "You boy, I'm afraid you can get a lot of money this time. Don't forget about us when you get rich!"

"Definitely." Little Freckles smiled and followed Abel straight to the cabin.

Vivienne took out a cigarette and lit it, her irritability was relieved, she looked down on these people's petty theft, and flicked the ash.

"You don't care?" Vivienne didn't mean to let Martin take care of those dirty hands and feet. If you eat meat, others will have to drink some soup, but is an alchemist's house really so easy to search?

"I can't control it, and I don't want to. If they don't have the ability to get it, they will die there." Martin scolded idiots in his heart. It's no wonder Charlotte never thought of recruiting them.

This old man Hall is also full of bad things. If the two are not guaranteed, one will be folded. Good words are hard to persuade. Damn, Martin doesn't have the mind of the Virgin, just burn the house, man?No matter what happens, one or two deaths is not a big problem, Alex is now fully focused on his great cause.

"You have a big heart, aren't you afraid that Alex will blame you?" Vivienne took a sharp puff of cigarette.

"What's the matter, why don't you try to persuade me, you Lulu has big white legs, and your words are more useful than mine." Martin replied unceremoniously.

Vivian threw away the cigarette butt and smiled charmingly. "Okay, but I'm not related to them, so I won't do it, ah, better hurry up, I can't wait, I want to see the gorgeous 'fireworks', the kind made with human blood."

Martin scoffed. In order to prevent any accidents, the old man Hall was personally supervised by him.

Little Freckles and Abel walked to the door of the wooden house. The door was kicked by Martin and it was crumbling and unable to close. They were the group of people who entered the house to investigate. Before they had time to observe, they were chased by Martin.

"This old man really knows how to enjoy it." Little Freckles flipped through a book, which contained pictures of goblins fighting, without text, and were all pictures. After reading a few pages, he stuffed it into his arms, and Abel also took it, ready to go back Do your research.

"The box is here." Abel quickly found the leather box that old man Hall said, and it was locked with a combination. The two of them hadn't been dazzled by the money, and they were far away and used the magic wand to control the number on it to the number they wanted. .

9527.

Enter the number, the lock pops out automatically, there is a creaking sound, the lid of the box opens by itself, Little Freckle and Abel are breathing heavily, the old man Hall is not exaggerating, the box is full of gold Galleons, silver Sickles and copper Nat didn't even take a look at it, except for the gold Gallon, there are also hard currencies such as gold beads, bricks and precious stones.

"Send it, damn it, Abel, we're going to send it!" Little Freckle couldn't hold back and grabbed a handful of Galleons, watching the Galleons fall from his fingers, making a pleasant sound, Abel still Still rational, he saw that the little freckle was fine, so he stuffed things into the folding bag with him.

"How much of these things do we share?" Abel asked.

If they don't hand over these things to those "good" companions, they can still talk about whether they can take them out. The little freckles also recovered from the golden light. He doesn't want to share any of these beautiful things. I got the alchemy props and wiped my face.

"Golden Gallon can give it to us. We keep the other props for ourselves. Damn, how much of this money will be left in our hands, a group of hyenas!"

Searched the house with Abel and made a mess of the place.

They found what Hall said was a crystal bottle, a sphere of purple light suspended in it, a gemstone bracelet, and a metal turntable.

"Is this thing as valuable as he said?" Abel looked at the purple light ball inside, which seemed to be conscious, and swayed with their gaze.

"Take it out first, and find a chance to let people see the price." Little Freckle hurried away, they had been delayed for a long time, Abel didn't say anything, Little Freckle picked up the small bottle on the shelf.

The purple light sphere swelled up, and before the two could react, the dazzling light blinded them instantly, and the hot purple flame ignited their bodies...

The house elf who had witnessed the whole process looked at the purple flames burning in the wooden house, and did not continue to follow. He dodged and walked away from here.