Chapter 1659

Greenwood did not answer directly. He bent down and dug under a big barrel. He took out a wooden box with a row of small bottles and a bag of golden hair. It looked like human hair.

He took out a bottle, unscrewed the lid and drank it, then convulsed as if he had been epileptic.

In this regard, Su Ming just looked on with his arms in his arms. Now Greenwood is absolutely reluctant to die. Now he wants to live most. These drugs are...

"powerful compound decoction" Grendevor, who had completed his metamorphosis, straightened up. At this time, he had returned to his middle-aged face, with his golden erect short hair and evil smile: "in fact, many people don't know that this magic medicine has such a usage. If you save your hair when you are young, you can become yourself when you are young."

"... I understand that when you were in your twenties, you had long hair, but when you were 40, it turned into a hairline. Did you save all your hair?"

Su Ming vomited a slot, how boring would it be to develop a compound decoction for this purpose? Although I have great plans spanning decades, I am not using them to plan such things!

Grinderwald grinded and touched his head with great satisfaction: "if I want to be in the newspaper, I think I have to dress up. The Dark Lord can't be a bald old man? Besides, the old ones are more familiar with my old face. "

"Good. I think you'll have to take a bath, change your clothes, and get a spare wand?"

Su Ming has no opinion about this. Greenwood is really very smart. If he wants to arouse the fear of others, his most representative appearance at that time is naturally the deep memory of some people.

Greenwood turned over the box in his hand, took out a magic wand from it, touched it with his hand a few times, and slowly breathed out a breath:

"I was really prepared. In fact, I've been dreaming for so many years that albus would come and blow up my prison door one day, reach out to me, take me away with me, and leave everything behind... But I'm afraid that's what you said, I will You have to fight for it yourself. "

"Dumbledore won't do that. Think about his character." Su Ming leaned against the wine barrel on one side, which was empty for a long time. He gave a thump: "how wild he was when he was young, how conservative he is now."

Greenwood looked around for the mirror. He found that he had forgotten to prepare the mirror in the box. He could only touch his face for confirmation:

"just like you said, but I can still go crazy again. I just have to remind you that although my appearance is back to the past, my fighting ability is certainly not as good as when I was young. We are all old."

"I'll make up for the lack of combat effectiveness. It's not a problem, but you'd better sign the magic contract first, so that we don't have to be on guard against each other." Su Ming watched the young Dark Lord sign his name, and then he turned to go up with satisfaction: "if you want to take a bath and change clothes, you'd better hurry up. I think there should be a hidden bathroom in the castle?"

Compared with Voldemort, he was dressed in style in the 1920s.

The self-cultivation coat, shiny leather boots, handsome face, and the special charm of both good and evil are all high-class people.

What about Voldemort? Since 1940, he has been wearing ragged black cloth for more than 50 years...

the wizard dressed up very quickly. After a while, Greenwood came down from the stairs, wearing the overcoat he wore when he was bombing New York, three suits and a black feather scarf.

Although it seems to be some enchanting, but not at all, just more attractive.

At this time, the knell was sitting on the Throne made of corpses, smoking. He just glanced at the grand appearance of the Dark Lord:

"it seems that you are in a good mood?"

"Maybe, at least I have hope now." Greenwood drew out his wand and lit the fireplace in the hall, but shook his head again: "the road network here is blocked. I'm afraid we have to find another way to leave. I'm not sure that I can take a person to complete the intercontinental mirage without mentioning the anti mirage shifting mantra here."

"No, as long as you don't have sublight, we'll be back in New York in the blink of an eye."

Su Ming took off his cloak behind him, and it became a flying blanket again.

Grindworth pinched his beard and grinned to the joke. He sat on the edge of the carpet: "can I go to England first? I need to call in some people. "

"This is not World War II. Do you still want to call up the" Daddy army "? Your followers are probably old enough to eat oatmeal Su Ming let his cloak fly out of the gate of the castle. In the cold wind, he could see the smoke rising in the small town not far away.

"The saints who are looking for the Deathly Hallows are not old, or their hearts are not old." Grinderwood cocked his legs, and he was still looking down. "Don't you think experienced wizards are more powerful?"Su Ming shook his head, but let his cloak fly over the snow mountain and toward the North Sea:

"based on their experience of failure? You just want Dumbledore to know

"Maybe, but newmenggad is about to be converted into a magic automated prison, and no one will find the bodies for a year. If I don't go to London or Paris to launch a sign, who knows I'm going to do something bad?"

Greensworth has a very reasonable point. It's also good to give the American magic world a tight nerve first.

"OK, but it's not necessary to summon the believers. In the future, you and Dumbledore will leave together. If you take the believers, you will pit them. This is a big play that must fail."

Su Ming agreed to only one of the two requests. After all, if there was no noise, would his alibi in ifamani be in vain?

Someone helped Greenwood escape? It's not Professor Wilson of Hogwarts. He was at ifamone college at that time.

The Cape brought the two men to London, but it was only a few minutes.

Looking at the city, which is still raining as usual, Greenwood also looks more serious.

"Let's go down and find a corner where there is no one. I need to prepare a little bit..." before grindworth finished his words, the death knell put him in an alley. The cobblestone path is still very charming.

However, Su Ming is now completely turned into a dark shadow with two white eyes on his face. This is his usual vest. The suspect is "Xiaohei".

He looked out of the alley. It was a misty, rainy morning with an authentic London haze smell. People should still have breakfast at home, so there were only a few people on the street.

"You chose London because it's always cloudy here, and it's convenient for you to summon ground bats. This silk like monster can fly all over the sky and cover the sky of the city, but only witches can see it."

Grindworth turned his wand with a smile and pointed to the sky. The rain couldn't touch him at all, because the exquisite black lord had already used a silent spell to flick all the raindrops away with an iron mantra:

"at least it's better than Voldemort's black devil logo. I hear it's skeleton's tongue? What is his taste? "

After two generations of ridicule, Greenwood's wand glowed black, and he launched the "hallmark of death" into the sky.

The symbol is made up of the three sacred objects of death, with wings of two letters g, and the old wand inserted upside down forms the skeleton in the middle.

The sign formed by black smoke is not scattered in the air. With the increasing wind and rain, it seems that it has a special attraction for the land bat, a magical animal. In the blink of an eye, countless creatures like Tulle fly up from the street below and rise into the sky.

Their soft bodies, tens of meters long, stretch and sway in the air like strips of black satin.

As darkness fell, the blood sucking creature covered the sky, and grindworth clasped his shoulders, closed his eyes in ecstasy, and inhaled as if enjoying a silky ride.

In fact, this classic horror scene tells every wizard in London who looks at the sky that the real Dark Lord is back.

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