[HP] The Last Demon King

Knockturn Alley at night is often the busiest time. Creatures in the dark start to go out. People wearing hoods who can’t see each other’s faces are trading dangerous items. The hoarse and low voices intersect with the sharp and high-pitched voices. There are always people in the shadows. It will make a mysterious rustling sound.But tonight, Knockturn Alley is empty, and the reptiles have returned to their lairs. Peeping pupils are shining in the darkness. In the dirty and messy alleys, the silence that can be heard from falling needles sets off the riot in Bojinbok's store.

Two hooded Death Eaters pulled the owner of Bokin's store: Bokin Bork walked towards the door of the store, his arms were pulled forward, his buttocks were pushed back, his face was shriveled Frightened all over his face, he struggled to resist the strength of the two Death Eaters beside him, but unexpectedly, another Death Eater came up behind him and kicked him hard on his butt that was resisting the traction. Bock staggered a few steps and nearly fell The dog gnawed shit, causing the surrounding Death Eaters to laugh.

"Please—no, please don't take me—I've always been on the Dark Lord's side!" Bock yelled, but no Death Eater heeded his protest, his shrewd little eyes He frantically searched for someone who could help him, and finally settled on the girl who stood by and watched from afar.

"Miss Eridings! Miss Eridings! Please testify for me, the Bock family has always supported the Dark Lord! Your father and my father were colleagues at work!"

The Death Eaters looked at Eridins, and when she raised her hand, the two Death Eaters consciously let go of Bock's arm.

Eridins walked in front of him slowly, her eyes were calm and unwavering, and she was not affected by the surrounding environment at all.

"The Dark Lord has something to ask you, if you cooperate well, I will send someone to send you back later."

"Really? You promise?" Bock said dubiously.

"I promise in the name of the Dark Lord."

"No! I want you to promise it in your own name!" Bock screamed as if he had been frightened.

Eridins smiled slightly, but said impatiently to the Death Eaters beside her, "Take him away."

The Death Eaters drove the yelling Bock to the door outside the store, where there was already a row of terrified captives with their hands tied together, from which Bock saw that he was wearing a ridiculous blue silk nightcap, Holt, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet newspaper who begged for mercy from the Death Eaters, Vivien, the barefoot, terrified and dazed owner of a clothing store, and Mrs. Prempney, a pale-faced beauty potion shop... In addition, There are also dozens of shopkeepers, large and small, in front of him, almost half of Diagon Alley!

Seeing that he was the only one from Knockturn Alley, the fear on Bock's face was even more obvious.All the wands of the captives were confiscated, including Bock's, whose small eyes shrank nervously into their pupils and swung furtively.

"Miss Eridings, in front of you is the joke store opened by the two Weasleys, shall we go and have a look?" A Death Eater approached Eridings and asked.

"The Dark Lord doesn't like to wait." Eridins glanced at him. "We'll have plenty of opportunities in the future, and now everyone is keeping an eye on your captives and preparing to Apparate."

Before he finished speaking, Bok suddenly took out a handful of powder from his sleeve, and threw it out when everyone didn't expect it!

"Fiendfire."

Almost at the same time, Eridins raised her wand, and a whitish red firebird whizzed past the low sky. The scorching heat spread rapidly in an instant, and the white powder disappeared into the flames without leaving any traces. There was a strange stench in the air, and after a while, the firebird dissipated into the air, leaving only the high temperature like midsummer, proving that a terrible bird had just circled overhead.

Eridins didn't bother to care about what Bok threw out, it was nothing more than a blindfold, or a magic powder that could be teleported directly. It is not likely that the owner of Bojinbok shop would carry a pack of wall dust with him. Prepare for a rainy day.

"Tie him hand and foot," Eridins ordered, and the Death Eaters promptly complied.

All the captives were tied up, and Eridins ordered to go back home. After several bangs, Knockturn Alley was empty.After a long while, the rustling sound of robes rubbing against the shadows in every corner of the alley coincided, and countless people in black robes came out from the darkness.

They looked at the Bojinbok store after the looting, worry and uneasiness appeared on everyone's face.

The Dark Lord's brutal rule has been continuously escalating in recent times, and the Daily Prophet has even set up a special section for publishing notices of missing persons.They had thought that the turmoil outside would not affect the already chaotic Knockturn Alley, but their illusion has now been shattered.If the minions of the Dark Lord don't even spare Borgin Burk, who is close to the dark, then they are more likely to become a corpse after the Death Eaters' fun.So far, perhaps the only way out is to stay away from abroad.

The night was dark, and the black figure disappeared into the darkness again.

In a dimly lit room at Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort sat in the only resplendent armchair, looking down at Borgin Burke, who was kneeling and trembling.

"My old friend, you don't blame me for inviting you here?"

"How could it be... I still remember the days when I cleaned my old man's rags with you... I'm so, so happy to see you now..." Burke squeezed out a smile and said flatteringly to Voldemort .

"Is your wife happy? Oh—I didn't know you were married." Voldemort said deliberately.

"I mean, I'm so happy..." Bock forced a smile out of embarrassment.

"I called you here this time, not for anything else - there is a specialization in the arts, and I believe I need your help in this matter..."

"You just need to explain, our friendship still needs some help or not—" Bork said with trepidation.

"It's not difficult for you... tell me what it is." Voldemort took out a scroll of sheepskin and handed it to Bork. His back was still pressed against the back of the chair, and the scroll was still an obvious distance away from Bork. .Burke immediately took a few knees to Voldemort and took the scroll.

Bork's expression was no longer so timid and humble at the first moment when Voldemort took out the scroll, and a focused look appeared on his face.Bork first gently rubbed the parchment with his fingertips twice, and then carefully opened the parchment. Seeing Bork's behavior, Voldemort's body slowly sat upright on the armchair.

On the parchment in Bock's hand was a coastline, and on one point was written a line of small words: Blood will awaken the power of death.There is nothing else.It looked like a galleon of cheap treasure maps sneaked in by men in black that could be seen everywhere in Knockturn Alley.

After looking at it for a long time, Bock spoke for the first time before Voldemort's patience ran out: "This scroll is roughly estimated to be at least 300 years old. Its former owner must have used special methods to preserve it, so that the paper has not been damaged for a long time. The damage of change... If you take this scroll to ask other people, they will definitely tell you that you have been deceived, but I want to guarantee the reputation of the Bork family, this is indeed a treasure map that has been passed down for many years." Bork Very shrewd, before finding the treasure, he never said "the real treasure map", but "the treasure map that has been passed down for many years".

"But I'm sorry for my incompetence..." Bok sighed regretfully, "I can't see more mysteries in this treasure map."

"What proof do you have that I have not been deceived?" said Voldemort.He did not look at Aridins.

Burke had been waiting for Voldemort to ask this question for a long time, and he pointed to the bright red letters on the map and said, "Look, it looks like it's written in special ink, but it's not. A remote connection magic, the color and state of the handwriting are closely related to the life of the caster. When the caster dies, the characters will self-destruct. Judging from this line of writing, the caster is still alive, a person with the ability to survive A strong man whose magic power has not declined for 300 years, I don’t think he has any reason to make such a treasure map to trick others.”

Voldemort was attracted by the words "surviving 300 years without any decline in magic power", he fell into deep thought, and continued the conversation after a while: "How can I find the things on this treasure map?"

"Forgive me...I'm not good at this...Maybe you can try to find the coast in the picture?" Burke carefully observed Voldemort's expression, fearing that if something bad happened, he would die.

"Useless stuff." Voldemort's face pulled down instantly, "Get lost!"

This is the time for Eridins to appear on the stage. She stepped forward: "Please, Mr. Bokin."

Bork seemed to be relieved, and he quickly got up from the ground and walked out with Eridins.

According to the agreement, Eridins let Bock leave the Malfoy Manor intact, as for whether he intends to continue to open the shop after returning, or pack up and flee to another country, Eridins is not concerned.

Voldemort would not believe her clumsy rhetoric. Eridins had expected that one day he would ask someone to verify it, but she was not afraid, even standing next to Voldemort and watching professionals verify the authenticity of the treasure map Nor did her heart beat any faster.

Because that scroll is real.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Granger for her unintentional help—she used the Time Converter she got from Granger a few years ago to go back 300 years—probably the only person in the world who dared to do this. It requires the ability to precisely control the magical power. If she is not careful, she may get lost in the long river of time. Even if Voldemort is allowed to come, he will not engage in such crazy behavior that is tantamount to suicide.

But Eridins did it, and it succeeded. Apart from her own precise control of magic power, the original magic text obtained from the seeds is the biggest contributor.She went back 300 years ago, kept the parchment in a special box, buried it in a remote mountain that was still sparsely populated 300 years later, and then returned to her own time, went to the forest to take out the box-very simple, but there is only one in this world. Eridins could do it alone.

The writing on the scroll is as bright as ever?The magic power of the caster has not declined at all?

Perhaps the most difficult problem for Eridins was to keep Voldemort from sensing the mockery in her.

Arnold, who was in a suit and leather shoes, came across the corridor. When we met, Arnold first smiled ironically: "Good night, Eridins. It's so late, did you just come back from visiting your fiancé?"

Eridins' expression remained unchanged, and she looked at him indifferently: "I just reported the mission from the Dark Lord, uncle. What about you? You're still here so late, shouldn't you be embroidering my wedding dress in Selwyn Manor the pretty flowers on it?"

Arnold's face darkened instantly, showing an expression that wanted to get angry but forcibly restrained.

"There is a special person for that kind of work, my dear niece. You don't have to worry about your wedding dress not being beautiful enough. In fact, I'm here to lead someone, don't you know? All your wedding clothes It will all be taken care of by the owner of the Tuofan clothing store. If it is because of some unspeakable anxiety—several pimples,” Arnold emphasized the word anxiety, and said gloatingly, “don’t worry, because we still have a few pimples.” Mrs Prempneyer here—"

"I know." Eridins interrupted him calmly: "Because I just 'invited' these people back."

She walked forward and stopped when she came to Arnold's side: "Uncle, it's getting late, you should go back and rest as soon as possible after you get the man, so don't affect your work. The flowers on my wedding dress— —The chocolate cake to be eaten at the banquet—and the socks worn by the man—are important tasks!” Eridins sighed, and walked forward again, and after passing Arnold, she became pale Expressionless.

Arnold's face flushed with anger, he turned around and roared, "What do Black's socks have to do with me!?"

There was no sign of Eridins in the corridor.