HP Shavings Wizard

Hogsmeade.

He was tall and thin, wearing a black hood, with a pale and haggard face that was twisted and terrifying like melted wax, and his red eyes with slender pupils were shining.

Voldemort was surrounded by black mist and green ghosts were screaming and entwined around his robes as he swaggered down the street.

Because they were next to Hogwarts, Dumbledore could arrive at any time. He did not have any lazy and leisurely feeling. His black robe fluttered as he walked, and he was in a hurry.

!!!

The wizards were frightened by the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in Hogsmeade village and fled in all directions. No one knew when and where he came from.

The terrifying dark wizard walked straight to Honeydukes Candy Store with ease.

On an ordinary day, the boss Froome, who was carrying candies to replenish stocks, looked up and saw Voldemort at the door. He was so scared that he almost fainted.

The candy store was doing good business, and Voldemort glanced at the customers and the Flumes inside.

The inside suddenly became silent, the hustle and bustle of shopping and relaxing disappeared, and everyone stared at the door in fear.

The mouth with no lips but only a slit curved into a cruel smile, and Voldemort looked at his boss with a hoarse voice.

"If you want to save your family's lives, come to me!"

Froome was so frightened that his legs went limp and he trembled. Feeling the powerful and violent dark aura, he didn't even have the courage to shake his head.

"me……"

As if seeing through the candy store owner's reluctance, Voldemort stared at him with his red eyes. He raised his yew wand with his pale, slender hand and casually cast a killing curse with a green light that brushed past him and shattered the door.

Mr Froome shrieked and fell to the ground, while his fat wife, with tears in her eyes, was as weak-kneed as the other guests, and dared not utter a word.

There was dead silence all around, with only everyone's terrified gazes. Like silent lambs, they had forgotten how to resist.

Voldemort raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed the sweet smell in the air, while gracefully playing with the flashing green wand in his hand.

"I smell chocolate! There's a sweet scent in the air! The great Dark Lord wants to know where your chocolate frog came from!"

Froome was almost scared to death. He wanted to retreat but didn't dare to, so he spoke hurriedly.

"I-I did it myself!"

Voldemort bowed his head, clasped his pale hands, and spoke softly.

"Handmade candies? Okay... Well, then, the Dark Lord needs Dumbledore pictures. All of them!"

Why did the mysterious man want the picture of Professor Dumbledore, the only person he feared? Did he want to use the picture to curse him from a distance?

Froome was stunned for a moment, then after he came to his senses, he hurried to get the picture.

I don’t have time to think so much now. I can only try my best to save my own life and everyone else’s life.

The shop owner went to get the picture, and the remaining customers dared not make a sound, for fear of angering the mysterious man whose name could not be revealed.

However, Voldemort seemed to have a strong desire to talk, and while waiting for the picture to be brought to him, he looked nostalgic and his voice became high-pitched and fanatical as he talked.

"Ah~ Professor Dumbledore~ my most beloved professor~ he is so smart, hot, and powerful..."

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other, not understanding what this terrible dark wizard was doing.

Fortunately, Froome quickly took the picture and handed it to Voldemort tremblingly and respectfully.

The scary dark wizard picked up the stack of pictures like a pervert and caressed the cute Dumbledore who was peeking out from the pictures. As if that wasn't enough, he bent down and kissed him, sighing with resentment.

"What a shame, my hot Dumbledore is no longer single and is with my other idol Mr. Grindelwald."

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What the hell did we see and hear?!

Everyone's pupils dilated, they felt that their three perspectives were challenged, and they began to doubt their lives. Those who reacted more strongly almost vomited on the spot because of the disgust of this boiled egg's behavior.

Voldemort's voice suddenly became cold and his red eyes stared at his boss.

"You! Why don't you release couple chocolate frog cards? Grindelwald is such a great dark wizard, why don't you put him up?!"

"This disappoints the Dark Lord!"

Feeling the sudden surge of black magic power from the mysterious man, the candy store owner who was visited by a fanatical fan burst into tears and stammered, not knowing how to defend himself.

Voldemort interrupted viciously, still stroking his wand.

"I'm a GGAD CP fan! The Dark Lord is forgiving, and you have one week to make a couple's picture!"

The poor candy store owner nodded his head repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, yes..."

Voldemort had a gloomy face, and naturally robbed all the Chocolate Frogs and Dumbledore pictures for free, even those bought by the children, and put them all into his mysterious black robe, and finally left in a swagger again.

"..."

For a moment, a weird atmosphere filled the entire Honeydukes Candy Store.

Everyone felt that they might not have woken up today, and they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

It’s so scary, the mysterious man is simply unfathomable.

The guests left the candy store in a hurry, fearing that if they stayed any longer they would get into trouble.