Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The violent explosion alarmed Martin and his party. Hall grinned so much that no one would care about him at this time.

The purple flames enveloped the wooden house, and the flames licked the fuel. The explosion at close range saved Freckles and Abel from the pain of burning, which made Hall a little regretful. The thing in the small crystal bottle was a cursed fire. If it loses its balance, it will explode in an instant.

Martin threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stamped it out, and glanced at old man Hall. This dog really dared to put such a lethal thing in his room, and he was not afraid to send himself away first, thanks to him keeping it. With a careful mind, he didn't touch anything except the little yellow book.

If there was no information and keys provided by Gnarlak, they would have made a bad call with Hall, and they would have wiped out all the props he made, and this trip would not have been so smooth.

The house should be protected by something. There are quite a few bursting disks placed outside that are close to the house. It should be the protection of the long-horned water snake.

Once again, I scolded the alchemists, the big dogs. The rich are really rich, and the poor are really poor. Hall is obviously in the rich group. When these things flow into the market, they don’t know that the price will be driven up. to what.

Martin didn't feel the sadness of his companion's death at all, so he woke up those people with a yell. When the fire stopped, he led them to walk around the charred cabin. It was very clean. They found two charred bodies The corpses of those two unlucky bastards.

"Huh..., what a tragedy." The short man looked like he had escaped a catastrophe, and the others were also smacking their tongues. It was inevitable that there was a kind of sadness that the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and that all the treasures were destroyed. After thinking about it, at least I am still alive, and I still have a lot of time to do things like money.

"I seem to smell the smell of barbecue." Vivienne covered her nose and kicked away a piece of charred wood, with no trace of fear on her face.

"Let's go." Martin put the two charred corpses into a folding bag, and set up a symbolic monument for them later.

In their line of work, it is common to throw corpses in the wild, and there are many people who have incomplete bones, and even a monument can be regarded as a good death.

No one did anything to old man Hall. They knew that the deaths of those two people had something to do with him. A man who wanted to go up and beat him was stopped by his companion. He and Abel had a good relationship, another companion said yes.

"No need."

Yes, whether this old man can survive is still unknown. Who knows if there is anything else on him. Old man Hall's knocking on mountains and shaking tigers is very effective. It is unrealistic to escape. It is better to strive to make yourself more valuable. can survive.

Hall was sent to a villa, far away from the downtown area, where he was interrogated overnight. The old man was tortured and did not sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to hide when he saw the lights.

What they asked was recorded by them, and Martin sent it to Alex.

The next morning, Alex ran over. This room belonged to Andrew, and it became their temporary residence.

"Come on, old man, open your mouth and drink it, you don't want me to do it."

A young man squatted in front of the bound Hall, shaking the medicine bottle in his hand, which contained Veritaserum, which was colorless and tasteless, and he felt nothing after drinking it.

It's just a potion that makes people spit out secrets, although an overdose may turn people into fools.

There are bruises on Hall's mouth, it's not from being beaten, but from being knocked by himself in the struggle. His withered hands are shaking like he has Parkinson's, and his heart is beating unreasonably. The speed was beating crazily, which made his brain dizzy after he hadn't slept all night.

His body, which has been pampered all the year round, couldn't stand their tossing, and his trembling hands couldn't hold the medicine bottle.

The young man scoffed in distaste, and looked down on the old man's performance. He mentioned that he was rich, but after hearing that he came for the alchemy props, he said that he could create all the props they wanted. In order to save lives.

He is really so capable, and he has never seen his boss treat this bad old man with courtesy.

"Isn't it just a veritaserum, as long as what you said before is the truth, you will be fine, come on, let me serve you this time."

The young man pulled his chin open with his hands, calculated the amount, and stopped when it was almost poured, forcing Hall to drink it.

Clapping his hands to get out of the way, Alex, who was sitting on the chair and watching this scene, looked at Hall's trance expression, his eyes were lax. He had heard of this old man before, and he had a very arrogant temper. Melania was alive. At that time, he was also a master who listened to the tune but did not listen to the announcement. Alex called his name.

"Hall Paul."

Hall raised his heavy head, and said weakly that he was five meters away from his relatives without reading glasses.

"Yes... it's me."

"Do you still recognize me?" Alex sat in front of Hall and looked at him.

Hall struggled to open his eyes, narrowed them, and Alex's face gradually became clear. He was startled, isn't this the kid who was with Melania before?Everything became clear in an instant.

You guys are engaging in infighting among yourself, so what did you implicate him in?

Alex knew from his expression that he recognized him.

"Who do you make alchemy props for?" Alex was testing whether his words were credible.

"Ka... Cuthbert, their family is in the country... I don't like the person in power very much, a brat... little brat, and very annoying." Hall said for a while and paused for a while, although his head was clear, he didn't Can't control what I say.

"How did you move from England to America?" Alex asked.

"Because I want to develop a new product, I... am the most experienced... among the group of alchemists, so I'm here." Hall drooped his head.

"Then do you know how to make the product Charlotte wants to develop?" Alex's slender eyes were half closed, and Hall's previous confession was still in his hand.

"I know, this is what I'm responsible for..."

Alex was overjoyed, his hand holding the parchment was slightly strong, he glanced at the people in the room, and left consciously to stay outside.

Hall felt creepy, because Alex stared at him with a cold gaze like a hunter spying on his prey. It was so cold in the room that his skin got goosebumps.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, you are still useful to me."

Alex's eyes flickered. After listening to Hall's lecture on the key to making products, he didn't forget to say that he can make the product better and show his role.

"When the matter is settled, you will still be enshrined as an alchemist. The salary remains the same, but the object of the service has changed." Alex was relieved. Hall did not lie, and the confession was consistent. Old man, make things according to the method he gave, as long as it succeeds, it will be one step closer to bringing down Charlotte.

Tell Martin to let someone take care of Hall Paul. He hasn't squeezed out the old man's surplus value yet, and if he dies, he has to wait until the old man loses his breath before working again.

Alex stood in front of the window and smoked a pack of cigarettes. The room was shrouded in smog, and his serious eyes appeared and disappeared in the fog. There were cigarette butts on the window sill, and a layer of ash was fluffed up.

"Next, after the thing is made, it's up to Andrew to work hard." He muttered to himself in the room, the man's prophecy was a heavy boulder, firmly pressing on his heart.

"Charlotte, don't blame me. The prophecy says you will be my doom. I have served the Cuthbert family for so many years, and I am worthy of Melania's entrustment."

Alex called Martin a few times in the room, and Martin answered the door. He threw the New York Ghost newspaper on the table to Martin, and pointed to the portrait of Newt on it.

"Go to him and grab his box. As long as Newt Scamander doesn't die, we can do anything. We're going to have a big game, a big event for New York."

Alex didn't care about Newt's life or death, but Andrew named him to keep him alive, and the opinions of his partners still had to be considered. After all, the Ministry of Magic had to rely on Andrew's connections to pave the way for future things.

"The two dead people, how did you arrange..."