The Necromancer of Hogwarts

"It's boring. If you don't have some fun, you will be bored to death. .1kanshu"

"It's so boring to rob or something like that. These Muggles are as weak as ants. It's not difficult to rob them at all."

"I wanted to play something more exciting."

Harry wandered aimlessly on the street until he saw a man kneeling on the ground at the door of a building, begging.

"Please, lend me some more money, and I can make up for it!"

"I'll flip the next one, the next one! After I get the money back, I'll return it to you with interest!"

And at the door of this house, a guy who didn't look like a good guy spat, kicked the man in the chest, and kicked him to the ground.

"Bah, you lost your house and your job through gambling, you owe debts to your relatives and friends that you can't repay, your wife and children ran away, and you still owe us a lot of debt."

"Borrowing money? What a beautiful idea!"

"Our money is lent to gamblers. You are not even a gambler. You are at best a gambling dog."

The bodyguard's foot crushed the gambler's head: "No matter what you do, you must pay off our debt quickly, or I will let you know what it means to gamble and die."

Harry saw the movement here, but was not frightened by the violent scene. Instead, he became interested.

"Oh? This is the casino?"

"It seems very interesting to put everything on the gambling table and gamble until you lose everything."

Harry licked his lips excitedly and walked towards the entrance of the casino.

The security guard at the door glared at Harry angrily: "Kid, this is not the place for you to come."

Harry laughed strangely, his smile revealing a cruelty that chilled the security guard.

"Say one more word, and you will really die." Harry's voice rang in the security guard's ears, and dense cold sweat broke out on the security guard's forehead, and he froze there.

Harry laughed, took out a banknote and threw it on the ground, then walked into the casino.

"There are quite a few tricks." Harry tilted his head and randomly came to an area where he seemed to be playing dice.

He deliberately took out a handful of banknotes, took out a few and threw them on the table, exchanged them for chips, and then followed suit.

The bookie in charge of this area saw the thick wad of bills in Harry's hand, and his eyes immediately lit up.

There are no fathers and sons in the casino. Once you enter the casino, you don’t care about anything.

With Harry carrying a lot of cash and being so young, he was an ideal fat sheep.

After observing Harry for a while, the gambler came over and said intentionally or unintentionally: "What's the point of always playing dice? This thing has no technical content."

"All the powerful gamblers are playing cards over there. Look, there's a table over there that's missing someone. Do you want to go play?"

Harry glanced at him and sneered: "Okay, let me play with you."

The gambler's eyes lit up and he gave a subtle wink to the people at the table. Everyone knew it and had reached a tacit understanding.

This time, everyone will join forces to kill Harry, the fat sheep, and eat the meat together until they are full.

Harry laughed, listened to the rules for a while, and sat down at the gaming table.

The voice in his head did not help him, but said with confusion: "There is no point in cheating, Harry, let's experience this kind of happiness. This is a very interesting game."

An hour later, Harry's breathing was a little short. He seemed to be very lucky and could always get the cards he wanted.

During this period of time, he made a lot of money, and there were obviously more chips on the table in front of him.

He also gradually understood the rules of the game, and began to enjoy this exciting game of competing for luck, and his emotions were aroused.

At this time, several other gamblers looked at each other without trace, with secret joy flashing in their eyes.

Soon, in the following time, Harry's luck seemed to have deteriorated a lot, and he began to lose and win.

Every time he won money, Harry was very excited. When he lost money, he would either grit his teeth or look frustrated, but he still believed that his luck would be better next time.

Overall, he still made a small profit during this period.

But then, his luck began to take a turn for the worse, while his opponents seemed to have good luck.

The chips in front of Harry began to drain away at a constant rate. The money on him was getting less and less, while the chips in front of other opponents were getting more and more.

Finally, when Harry didn't know how much time had passed, he touched and found that there was not even a piece of hair left on his body.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed, "It's bad luck, I'm always just a little bit closer to killing you all!"

Several other gamblers also echoed: "Yes, it's just a little bit close. If you can eat a handful, all our harvest for the day will be yours."

The gambler seemed to feel it was a pity: "I also think that if there is a comeback, I can win back my capital and profits."

"It's a pity that you don't seem to have any chips? How about this? Do you have anything else on you? I have a way to help you and get some chips back as soon as possible."

Harry stood up: "I don't have anything on me, just wait for a while. I'll get some money and come back."

"Still at this table, don't leave until I come back to read the book!"

These people responded one after another and acted extremely considerate.

The gambler was completely unlike other guys. He had no idea about a little boy like Harry, and he had no intention of sending anyone to follow Harry to kidnap or extort him.

They don't like the small profits of kidnapping and extortion. As long as they play in this casino, they don't need to do anything. What can't gamblers do to get money for gambling?

When leaving the casino, Harry covered his face and laughed silently.

"Interesting, interesting, interesting, hahahaha! I can be happy like this for a long time!"

Harry hummed a song and left. Not long after, a jewelry store was robbed and all the cash inside was robbed, but the clerk had no memory of the robber.

And Harry walked into the casino again.

This time, he spent a whole day and lost all the money he had stolen.

"It's interesting."

Harry raised his fingers and called the gambler: "Can you lend me some chips first?"

The bettor had a friendly smile on his face, and he had already assessed Harry's approximate financial resources. A child of this age could get so much money, so it seemed that his family's conditions were very good.

"Of course, I'll make the decision and lend you two thousand pounds in chips."

"Are you still betting with them?"

Harry, on the other hand, shook his head and grinned.

"Who is the best gambler here? Let him come."