Chapter 208 The True Dark Lord
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent, as a copy wizard, there is nothing that cannot be copied.
How about crispy duck?
"I still think Qiu's cooking tastes better." Hermione's evaluation seemed biased.
"That's right, it's not too hot." Rove licked the salt and pepper on his fingertips.
He said it was over, but still had another piece.
Humble president, cooking online.
Vincent raised his wand, "Come on, everyone come with me!"
Harry was the first to look at Qiu.
Children know what to choose.
Qiu saw that Vincent was not angry, so he taught everyone how to cook crispy duck.
Hermione came to him, "Are you trying to trick her?"
"What's my idea for her?"
"I can guess without you telling me."
She gave a small look that saw through the truth, "Hufflepuff has Cedric and Rove, and Ravenclaw is going to find Qiu who is the most popular right now."
"What about Slytherin?" Vincent returned with a playful little look.
The best breakthrough is actually Draco who has been beaten all the time.
It's a pity that those who have been offended to death, the possibility of reconciliation and making friends is almost zero.
Hermione looked into the distance, "Daphne Greengrass."
When she was in Black Lake before, she knew that the other party's wavering was not fake.
The little witch isn't bad by nature, she just has to be pure-blooded for some reason.
It may be from family, or it may be from interpersonal communication.
After all, he was in Slytherin and was born in an extreme pure-blood family.
Vincent shrugged indifferently, "Fred and George both have the surname Weasley, and they have a friendly attitude towards Muggles.
Seid wasn't that kind of guy, let alone Rove. "
The ones who really hang out with him are either Muggle-born or Muggle-friendly.
These words would probably not be understood by another person.
But Hermione understood, and even guessed his hidden qualities.
Belonging to Slytherin's ambitions.
She raised her mouth, "When I become the Minister of Magic in the future, I will definitely help you eliminate the prejudice among wizards."
The purer the descendants of wizards, the more likely they are to inherit magic.
Although no studies have shown, animals can be used as a reference.
It's just that if it continues like this, one day it will embark on the road of inbreeding.
The two wizarding wars had already reduced the population a lot.
It might be a few hundred years before ultra purebloods who have no choice but to intermarry Muggle-born wizards.
The nominally defunct Gaunt family is a lesson.
A wizard who really cares about the magic world will not be willing to wait for hundreds of years.
Perhaps, this is the reason for becoming the Dark Lord in the prophecy.
In the eyes of some pure-blood wizards, Vincent is simply weakening them in disguise.
Look down on Muggle research, and can't let go of power and status.
This kind of pest-like family will die sooner or later.
Vincent played with the carved phoenix wand handle in his hand, "Is there a possibility that I am actually the Minister of Magic for you?"
He chuckled, "According to my current understanding of the Ministry of Magic, maybe you will have to work hard for another 20 years."
Hermione didn't refute, as if acquiescing to the joke.
"At that time, I will be flattered to accept your help."
"Come on, I'm under a lot of pressure."
She walked towards Qiu, "You are President Wayne, the omnipotent existence in the eyes of all of us."
Vincent was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
The Dark Lord is actually quite good, but I don't know how much gold this real one has.
Compared with the long-term future of hundreds of years, Voldemort's goal of letting pure blood dominate the wizarding community is simply too bad.
Grindelwald could, but he was Muggle-born and couldn't agree with the idea of wizards ruling Muggles.
……
……
Across the ocean, America.
Here is a realistic version of Gotham City,
new York.
Freedom is synonymous with this city.
In broad daylight, there are some teleportable guys on the street.
They are Aurors affiliated to the Magic Congress, and they are of the same nature as those of the Ministry of Magic.
But today, what they were chasing was a mysterious man exuding black mist all over his body.
"Sam, hurry up and support!" Director Auror yelled at the walkie-talkie-shaped item in his hand.
He apparated in front of the mysterious man, but the other party passed over his forehead like a mist.
"Victor D. Bullard, you filthy dark creature!
Today, I must bring you back to death row! "
Victor's pale face was bloodless, and he just stretched out his hand and threw a car parked by the street behind him.
The Auror Director hastily Apparated, then Apparated behind him.
"Bradley, you know this is impossible." Victor's voice was very weak, like that of an old man who is dying.
But his appearance is that of a young man in his 20s.
Auror Director Bradley raised his wand and cast various spells across his body.
"damn it!"
Victor's wound was covered by black mist, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he threw two cars into the air again.
Bradley was about to Apparate again when a blond young man appeared in front of him.
"Director, I'm late!"
His wand, named Sam, drew a circle and caught the two cars firmly.
The No-Majs on both sides of the street were all surprised from ear to ear.
Teleport?
superpower?
How can there be such a blockbuster film!
"God, you never would have thought—" A No-Maj who was using a mobile phone suddenly lowered his hand, hung up the phone with dull eyes.
A large group of Aurors came after them, oblivioning each of them deftly.
"What are you still looking at!" Bradley yelled at Sam, "Hurry up and stop me!"
"Oh, Director!" Sam rested his wand on the ground, narrowing the two sides of the street to the middle.
Victor's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of disdain on his handsome face.
He bit his wrist, spilling blood on the ground.
"Come on, he's going to run away!" Bradley's spell had no effect.
Sam, who was panting heavily, gritted his teeth, "The infinite cage——"
A black metal cage rose from the ground, trapping Victor in it.
But his blood was like a strong acid, just a drop of it could cause the cage to corrode.
two,
three,
four.
The time Sam procrastinated managed to allow a large number of Aurors behind him to appear.
"Goodbye, everyone." Victor turned his head and smiled at them evilly, before disappearing above the pattern made of blood on the ground.
The black mist left in the four cages seemed to have not dissipated for a long time because of the blood patterns.
"Fuck, let him run away again!" Bradley stared at the cage.
The pattern on the ground is an equilateral triangle with a circle inside and a straight line vertically.
Sam carefully released the cage, "Director, Victor has been quite peaceful in the past six months, it doesn't matter whether we get out or not."
"Bastard boy!" Bradley slapped him on the forehead, "This dirty dark creature still uses this symbol!
Any idea what that means? "
Sam nodded his head aggrievedly, "I know, this means that those who fanatically follow the Deathly Hallows are still unwilling to give up."
"Hmph—" Bradley clenched his fists, "One day, I will throw all these scumbags into death row!"
……
……
How about crispy duck?
"I still think Qiu's cooking tastes better." Hermione's evaluation seemed biased.
"That's right, it's not too hot." Rove licked the salt and pepper on his fingertips.
He said it was over, but still had another piece.
Humble president, cooking online.
Vincent raised his wand, "Come on, everyone come with me!"
Harry was the first to look at Qiu.
Children know what to choose.
Qiu saw that Vincent was not angry, so he taught everyone how to cook crispy duck.
Hermione came to him, "Are you trying to trick her?"
"What's my idea for her?"
"I can guess without you telling me."
She gave a small look that saw through the truth, "Hufflepuff has Cedric and Rove, and Ravenclaw is going to find Qiu who is the most popular right now."
"What about Slytherin?" Vincent returned with a playful little look.
The best breakthrough is actually Draco who has been beaten all the time.
It's a pity that those who have been offended to death, the possibility of reconciliation and making friends is almost zero.
Hermione looked into the distance, "Daphne Greengrass."
When she was in Black Lake before, she knew that the other party's wavering was not fake.
The little witch isn't bad by nature, she just has to be pure-blooded for some reason.
It may be from family, or it may be from interpersonal communication.
After all, he was in Slytherin and was born in an extreme pure-blood family.
Vincent shrugged indifferently, "Fred and George both have the surname Weasley, and they have a friendly attitude towards Muggles.
Seid wasn't that kind of guy, let alone Rove. "
The ones who really hang out with him are either Muggle-born or Muggle-friendly.
These words would probably not be understood by another person.
But Hermione understood, and even guessed his hidden qualities.
Belonging to Slytherin's ambitions.
She raised her mouth, "When I become the Minister of Magic in the future, I will definitely help you eliminate the prejudice among wizards."
The purer the descendants of wizards, the more likely they are to inherit magic.
Although no studies have shown, animals can be used as a reference.
It's just that if it continues like this, one day it will embark on the road of inbreeding.
The two wizarding wars had already reduced the population a lot.
It might be a few hundred years before ultra purebloods who have no choice but to intermarry Muggle-born wizards.
The nominally defunct Gaunt family is a lesson.
A wizard who really cares about the magic world will not be willing to wait for hundreds of years.
Perhaps, this is the reason for becoming the Dark Lord in the prophecy.
In the eyes of some pure-blood wizards, Vincent is simply weakening them in disguise.
Look down on Muggle research, and can't let go of power and status.
This kind of pest-like family will die sooner or later.
Vincent played with the carved phoenix wand handle in his hand, "Is there a possibility that I am actually the Minister of Magic for you?"
He chuckled, "According to my current understanding of the Ministry of Magic, maybe you will have to work hard for another 20 years."
Hermione didn't refute, as if acquiescing to the joke.
"At that time, I will be flattered to accept your help."
"Come on, I'm under a lot of pressure."
She walked towards Qiu, "You are President Wayne, the omnipotent existence in the eyes of all of us."
Vincent was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
The Dark Lord is actually quite good, but I don't know how much gold this real one has.
Compared with the long-term future of hundreds of years, Voldemort's goal of letting pure blood dominate the wizarding community is simply too bad.
Grindelwald could, but he was Muggle-born and couldn't agree with the idea of wizards ruling Muggles.
……
……
Across the ocean, America.
Here is a realistic version of Gotham City,
new York.
Freedom is synonymous with this city.
In broad daylight, there are some teleportable guys on the street.
They are Aurors affiliated to the Magic Congress, and they are of the same nature as those of the Ministry of Magic.
But today, what they were chasing was a mysterious man exuding black mist all over his body.
"Sam, hurry up and support!" Director Auror yelled at the walkie-talkie-shaped item in his hand.
He apparated in front of the mysterious man, but the other party passed over his forehead like a mist.
"Victor D. Bullard, you filthy dark creature!
Today, I must bring you back to death row! "
Victor's pale face was bloodless, and he just stretched out his hand and threw a car parked by the street behind him.
The Auror Director hastily Apparated, then Apparated behind him.
"Bradley, you know this is impossible." Victor's voice was very weak, like that of an old man who is dying.
But his appearance is that of a young man in his 20s.
Auror Director Bradley raised his wand and cast various spells across his body.
"damn it!"
Victor's wound was covered by black mist, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he threw two cars into the air again.
Bradley was about to Apparate again when a blond young man appeared in front of him.
"Director, I'm late!"
His wand, named Sam, drew a circle and caught the two cars firmly.
The No-Majs on both sides of the street were all surprised from ear to ear.
Teleport?
superpower?
How can there be such a blockbuster film!
"God, you never would have thought—" A No-Maj who was using a mobile phone suddenly lowered his hand, hung up the phone with dull eyes.
A large group of Aurors came after them, oblivioning each of them deftly.
"What are you still looking at!" Bradley yelled at Sam, "Hurry up and stop me!"
"Oh, Director!" Sam rested his wand on the ground, narrowing the two sides of the street to the middle.
Victor's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of disdain on his handsome face.
He bit his wrist, spilling blood on the ground.
"Come on, he's going to run away!" Bradley's spell had no effect.
Sam, who was panting heavily, gritted his teeth, "The infinite cage——"
A black metal cage rose from the ground, trapping Victor in it.
But his blood was like a strong acid, just a drop of it could cause the cage to corrode.
two,
three,
four.
The time Sam procrastinated managed to allow a large number of Aurors behind him to appear.
"Goodbye, everyone." Victor turned his head and smiled at them evilly, before disappearing above the pattern made of blood on the ground.
The black mist left in the four cages seemed to have not dissipated for a long time because of the blood patterns.
"Fuck, let him run away again!" Bradley stared at the cage.
The pattern on the ground is an equilateral triangle with a circle inside and a straight line vertically.
Sam carefully released the cage, "Director, Victor has been quite peaceful in the past six months, it doesn't matter whether we get out or not."
"Bastard boy!" Bradley slapped him on the forehead, "This dirty dark creature still uses this symbol!
Any idea what that means? "
Sam nodded his head aggrievedly, "I know, this means that those who fanatically follow the Deathly Hallows are still unwilling to give up."
"Hmph—" Bradley clenched his fists, "One day, I will throw all these scumbags into death row!"
……
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