My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 461 Robbery II

"Mr Potter, do you need help?"

Credence had to climb onto the roof of the carriage. The carriage dangled like a seesaw under the support of the fire hydrant. With a wave of his hand, water droplets splashed from the gushing water column from time to time, and splashed on his hair, but was instantly evaporated by the still manic magic power.

He picked up a handful of clean water and splashed it on his face indiscriminately. The cold touch made him temporarily break away from the pain deep in the bone marrow, and he was able to adjust his hideous expression. The sudden tyrannical temperament still made the people in the carriage nervous.

In the carriage, a young man with disheveled hair was holding a little boy with almost the same hairstyle and hiding in the corner. He wrapped the boy tightly with a cushion and held his wand nervously. His hazel eyes showed uncontrollable excitement. Frightened, but the boy in his arms seemed to be able to give him great courage, allowing him to put on a qualified defensive posture.

The boy looked about seven or eight years old. He didn't seem to realize what happened. The strict defensive magic in the carriage prevented him from really experiencing the danger of being turned on his back. There is no difference between watching those difficult movements that I am playing on the broom.

He even had some thoughts, biting his thumb nails, staring at the stranger emerging from the hole in the top of his head with his father's big eyes.

The boy and Credence looked at each other, and the big hazel eyes were full of intimacy and curiosity. Credence remembered the purpose of this trip and avoided the boy's sight. He lowered his voice and said indifferently to the young man : "Protect your child well."

The man covered the boy's eyes, turned his head into his arms, tightened his arms, and pointed his wand at Credence.

"who are you?"

"I'd love to tell you that I'm here to help you, but time is running out, and cheating would waste too much time," Credence threw the money bag full of Galleons through the hole, falling At the man's feet, "Mr. Potter, to be honest, I'm here to rob."

"Robbery?"

Mr. Potter suddenly realized what had just happened. The French Ministry of Magic sent at least two Aurors to protect the cargo and their father and son. In addition to the old butler who had been loyal for many years, three powerful wizards could not stop them. This group of robbers is enough to show their strength.

He gripped the wand tightly, and the desire to survive grew in his heart, but after touching his son's messy hair, he finally relaxed, and the wand slipped from his hand, rolling to the floor towards the hole. Direction crossed out.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Credence heaved a sigh of relief, and he waved his hand. The black magic power extended forward from his forearm, and his big silent hand held down the wand to prevent it from falling out of the hole in the bottom of the car. go down.

"You can take what you want," Mr. Potter pushed the purse forward with his foot, tilted his head to one side, and said with experience, "I didn't see your face."

Credence was amused by his words, he burst out laughing loudly, the laughter affected the pain in his lungs, he couldn't help coughing violently, the blackened blood fell on his palm, and it took a long time for him to recover from the cough.

Credence let go of his hand, and the blood stains on his palm rose quickly. He looked at Mr. Potter, but he still turned his head to the side, not looking at himself, and kept saying, "All the cash is in that bag , the cargo boxes at the back are all goods that will be exhibited at the World Expo, I think you probably don’t like those things, and they are not easy to sell.”

This familiar attitude surprised Credence. Compared with himself who robbed himself for the first time, this Mr. Potter is obviously a more experienced senior person. He couldn't help but wonder about the history of the Potter family. An unwarranted imagination arose, associating the shampoo with some kind of burglary.

He shook his head, expelled these strange fantasies from his mind, stared at Mr. Potter who was holding the child tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I found this money bag for you."

"You can leave an address, and I will send you the thank-you money after I go back." Mr. Potter said softly, one of his hands was blocked by Little Potter, and he carefully moved it into his son's pocket. It was loaded with the powerful one-time Iron Armor Charm from Nurmengard that he had bought with a lot of money, which was enough to ensure the safety of little Potter. In addition, there was his son's wand.

He still didn't lose the desire to resist.

"Mr. Potter, I know you have good dueling skills," Credence stared at him, silent for a moment, and said suddenly, "But for the safety of this child, let's have a frank chat, since the money bag belongs to me sent back, then you should understand that this is not what I am after."

Mr. Potter's small movements stopped, and he raised his hand above his head, still holding the child in the other hand.

"Then what do you want? Other than that, the most precious thing in our family is the formula of speed smoothing hair lotion, but it's not in my hands." Mr. Porter spoke clearly and quickly, he I quickly recalled the experience when I was robbed for the first time a few years ago in my mind, and I learned it flexibly, "What's more, it's useless if you get it. If there are similar products on the market that don't belong to our family, it's easy. Expose your identity, if someone pays you to harm us, I am willing to pay double the money for my life."

"Really?" Credence asked back, "You know, you have a treasure in your hand that is more precious than everything in this carriage, and I want it."

Mr. Porter seemed to have suddenly forgotten his creed of "don't look at the face of the villain", turned his head suddenly, and looked at Credence.

"It seems that you already know what it is, yes, the invisibility cloak."

Mr. Harry stared intently at Credence's face, various complex emotions flickered quickly on his face, before his eyes appeared the face of the robber a few years ago - half of his face was condensed by black magic power She was covered by a hideous mask, but the other half of her face exposed was exactly the same as the man in front of her, except for a few more wrinkles!
"It's you!" Mr. Potter stood up excitedly, and the unlucky child in his arms almost fell to the ground. He pointed at Credence's face and shouted loudly, "You're here again!"

"Here I am again?" Credence pointed to himself with a puzzled expression, "Have we met before?"

"No wonder you left a lot of money for me to repair the carriage, so you want to rob me again! Is this interesting?" Mr. Porter clenched his right fist and slammed hard on the door next to him.

Credence only thought that he was venting his emotions, but he didn't expect that Mr. Potter's punch opened the hidden compartment in the interlayer of the car door, and a delicate wooden box was revealed from the hidden compartment, presenting in front of the two of them.

"Please, take it away this time! I've had enough!" Mr. Potter seemed to have completely forgotten the situation in which he was being robbed. I was so stuck that I couldn't speak, "If you still have the intention of returning it, please change your mind! It's really not possible, you can throw it in a trash can, anyway, no one will see it."

Credence only felt that he was a monk who was a foot and two feet tall, and he couldn't figure it out when he raised his arms. His expression changed for a long time, and he said, "Be more serious, I'm robbing."

"Then what was last time? A drill?" Mr. Potter stepped forward angrily, and stuffed the wooden box into Credence's arms. "Also, didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

In order to find out what the robbed object was thinking, Credence activated his silent magic power, and felt his emotions from the magic power flowing on Mr. Potter's body. After feeling it, he became even more confused, and at the same time Feeling complaints, surprises and doubts from Mr. Porter, he seemed to regard himself as an old acquaintance.

Credence didn't say much, stuffed the wooden box into his arms, and left from the roof of the car. After walking for a few seconds, he folded back and threw a smaller money bag into it.

"The groom's medical expenses and your car repair money." He poked his head in expressionlessly, and quickly backed out.

"You've already given it! Damn, since you're going to take it away, why don't you just say so? Is it just to make the damn repair bill work? What kind of weird hobby is robbery? How can there be in the world? Such a strange person? Next time, can you change to another family to rob, I think the Malfoy family is good, their family is rich enough, and there are many treasures..."

Mr. Potter sank into some kind of grief that Credence couldn't understand, and he kept muttering, without noticing that Credence had gone away.

Credence deftly got out of the carriage, clutched his chest and walked to the groom who was lying on the bottom of the carriage, bent down and rolled his eyelids, slowed down for a while, and walked towards the street where Nagini was. go.

The efficiency of the French Ministry of Magic is not insignificant. After only a short delay, several Aurors had already appeared on this street. They surrounded a witch with a stern expression, and walked against the crowd to the carriage. direction.

Noticing Credence who had climbed down from the carriage, the leading witch waved her hand slightly behind her back, and the whole team quickly slowed down, forming a formation that could be the first to take care of both.

Noting that the Aurors were approaching, Credence not only did not dodge, but accelerated his pace and approached the Aurors.

"You guys are here!" He ran up to the Aurors panting, and said while panting, "Have you brought a doctor? The two people in the car are fine. The carriage is well protected, but the driver Tossed to the side of the road, and the horses—”

"Please allow me to interrupt you, sir," the witch interrupted the enthusiastic passer-by, "Did you notice what happened here just now?"

"Yes, and those horses..."

Under Credence's words, most of the Aurors behind the witch relaxed their vigilance. A young Auror beside her saw that Credence was out of breath and took a step forward to prepare Help him.

"Thank you."

Credence smiled at him, and in the next second, he appeared behind the crowd, and the inflated magic power attached to his back from behind, and they passed through the bodies of the Aurors, instantly making them Lost consciousness, no spell bursting, no light and shadow flickering, only his leaving and the group fell to the ground.

Credence breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his chest, and walked away quickly. The curtains of the hostel on the street opened a small gap, and then quickly closed them again.

"Clay, are you too hungry to wait? I found the Lightning Puff you mentioned, but the stall owner changed the name to Lightning—"

Nagini happily hummed a song and turned around the corner. She trotted, fearing that her sweetheart would be hungry. Her high heels beat happily on the stone steps. As she crossed the corner, she bumped into Credence, who was walking towards her.

Nagini was wearing inconvenient high-heeled shoes, and suddenly lost her balance. With a scream, Credence grabbed her waist and supported her - the flying skirt and raised black hair, The handsome gentleman and the beautiful lady, with the sun and the breeze on their faces, actually put on a dance curtain call gesture on the street where the crowd was running around.

The two of them were almost face to face, with their eyes facing each other, Credence put his arms around Nagini's waist, she held Credence's chest, time seemed to freeze until Nagini could no longer bear being restrained. The tingle came from the soft ribs that Leidens hooked his fingers, and pushed him away with a smile.

"It's so itchy..." She shook her head with a smile, and raised the paper bag in front of Credence, "I just ate a piece."

"You can eat them all, if you like."

"That's no good, what if you starve to death?" Nagini tilted his head and asked curiously, "What are they running? Why does the street become lively as soon as I walk?"

Before Credence could answer, Nagini had already walked onto the street just now, stretched his neck and looked up at the empty street where the crowd had completely dispersed, and what he saw was a tragic scene of people turned upside down.

"Hiss... what's the matter?"

"Car accident," Credence immediately used the new words he had just learned, and pulled Nagini back, "Let's go, by the way, you just said that the stall owner changed his name to something ?”

"Oh," Nagini glanced at the street for the last time, retracted his eyes without hesitation, turned around and said, "It's called Blitz Puff, and it's said to celebrate the lightning-fast victory of the French Patriotic War."

"It's quite apt."

Credence was a little speechless, not knowing how to evaluate it. He took out a piece of "Blitz Puff" from the paper bag, threw it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. When the cream filled his mouth, he was eating at an unknowing speed. It felt like a lightning strike.

(End of this chapter)