HP: Embrace the Darkness

The final bid didn't last long.

After the price reached 350,000, the mysterious man in black robe increased the price much more slowly, seeming to be hesitating.

The same goes for the International Potions Association's private box price increase, which also stopped for a period of time.

Only Voldemort's box has never stopped increasing its price.

In box number one.

Draco got over his fear and his desire to save face took over.

He spoke harshly of Voldemort with Anna and Susanna, and laughed at Voldemort for spending so much money on something that was most likely fake.

Artes was thoughtful, holding his chin with one hand, looking lovingly at the white peacock who was showing his teeth and claws to protect his face, "Draco, do you know how much your family's wealth is?"

"I don't know, my dad didn't tell me."

The chattering white peacock took time out of his busy schedule to answer Asseth's questions.

After answering, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Brother! You mean he is spending our Galleons now?"

Aces smiled and said nothing.

Draco's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Really from our family!??"

He hurriedly looked at Anna and Susanna, and found that their expressions seemed a bit strange. Then he looked at Asseth, and saw him nodding solemnly.

"Think about it, Voldemort is so poor that he even robbed your family of the place where he lives. How could he come up with so many Galleons? Besides, the Death Eaters around him, those crooked melons and dates except for Sev, except for your father, Who else can come up with so many gold galleons?"

Draco thought for a while, and found out desperately that what Ases said made sense, very much.

"What's the current bidding price?"

He asked tremblingly, his eyes looking towards Asseth with hope, hoping that his 37-degree lips could give a number that was not so unacceptable.

Aces cruelly shattered his hopes, "The price is close to 380,000. The highest price was paid by Voldemort. No one is following him for the time being."

"Three hundred and eighty thousand! So much!?"

The platinum peacock's tail feathers, which were fluffed to protect his face, instantly drooped, and he lost all his previous energy. He lay wilted on the sofa and cursed Voldemort. He also scolded himself for not living up to expectations and not being able to kill Voldemort.

At this time, because no one followed the price for a long time, the No. 1 auctioneer raised the auction hammer and dropped the first hammer slowly.

"Box No. 3, three hundred and eighty-seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gold galleons, one time."

No one followed the price.

"Box three, three hundred and eighty-seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gold galleons, twice."

Auctioneer No. 1 strikes again, and with only one final strike left, the key to eternal life will belong to Voldemort.

Still no one follows the price.

In Voldemort's ferocious smile, the third hammer fell, "Box three, three hundred and eighty-seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gold galleons, three times."

"The transaction is completed, let us congratulate the owner of Box 3 for winning auction item No. 22!"

Auctioneer No. 1 smiled brightly at everyone, his pretty face full of joy.

The sale of this 380,000 yuan deal added luster to her resume, not to mention that after this auction, she would also receive a 5% commission from the auction house.

The transaction was successful and the displayed auction items were carefully taken away by the waiting waiter.

In the work area at the back, Joel waited quietly. He was worried that ordinary people would not be able to withstand the pressure around Voldemort, so he planned to deliver it himself.

The waiter appeared with a tray. Joel took the tray and waved for him to do his own thing. Then he ordered a few more calm waiters, handed the tray to the most calm supervisor, and personally led the waiters to Voldemort's house. box.

The waiter at the door opened the door for Joel and closed it again after they entered.

Voldemort's eyes automatically excluded Joel and others, and fixedly looked at the tray in the director's hand.

It looks ordinary, with only the white silk threads wandering inside. The rather strange Key of Eternal Life is quietly placed on the dark green velvet cloth, dimly lit.

Joel took the tray from the supervisor and brought it to Voldemort himself.

Voldemort obsessively picked up the Key to Immortality.

He had a Horcrux, which meant he could live forever, but the small stone Ass gave him that day opened the door to a new world for him.

The energy flowing in the small stone is incomparably consistent with his strength. It can eliminate the side effects of making Horcruxes and enhance his strength without any side effects.

Voldemort's eyes burst with ambition and luster.

You must know that he is now a man standing at the pinnacle of the magical world. If he continues to be strong, Dumbledore will have to step aside and pray for mercy.

He touched the stone in his hand and said silently in his heart: The wizarding world and Hogwarts are all waiting for me. I will give you a big surprise soon.

"Excuse me, three hundred and eighty-seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gold galleons. How do I pay for it?"

Joel interrupted Voldemort's fantasy with a smile on his face and took out a piece of parchment with a price written on it.

Voldemort glanced at him coldly, turned around with the Key of Immortality, and raised his chin to Lucius.

"Lucius, go check out."

Lucius walked up to Joel with an expressionless face and a stiff body. When he saw the numbers clearly written on the parchment in Joel's hand, his vision went dark. He wanted to tell Joel that he had no money and was going to find Voldemort.

But he didn't dare.

Voldemort's death gaze was fixed on the back of his head. If he did not pay, the death curse representing death would fall on his head along the line of sight.

Lucius bravely groped around on his body for a while and took out several fixed-rate cards produced by Gringotts.

Each fixed-rate card had fifty thousand, so he took out seven of them, plus one fixed-rate card with thirty-five thousand left, and handed it to Joel reluctantly.

Joel took it away unceremoniously and threw it to the supervisor for him to confirm the authenticity. Then he calculated it himself and told Lucius that he was short.

"There are still two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gold galleons left."

Lucius's heart seemed to be bleeding, but he still had to take out a few heavy bags and hand them over.

The cloth bag was only as big as a palm, and it was filled with golden galleons. There were about a hundred pieces in each bag. Lucius took out thirty bags in total.

Adhering to the idea of ​​​​out of sight, out of mind, he stuffed the things into Joel's arms and went back to the sofa to feel depressed.

Joel carefully and quickly counted the gold galleons and found that there were two more inside.

He thought for a while, took out two gold galleons from the bag, walked to Lucius and handed them over.

"These are two extra gold galleons."

Lucius took the two Galleons angrily, held them in his hands, and tightened them tightly, using the pain to remind himself to remember the pain of being powerless.

Separated by a soundproof wall, the two father and son's moods were strangely consistent at this moment.

Why can't Voldemort die?