v2 Chapter 1138： Bokinbok

One is a wizard who lived thousands of years ago, and one has been degraded into time itself.

No matter who it is, it is very difficult for Avon to see one side. In the current situation, it is impossible.

"If you come here, you will always find a way." Ai Wen said, plugging the time converter back, "What are you going to do?"

"First follow Delphi and get the time converter she said," Riddle said.

"Take this as the primary goal." Ai Wen nodded and said, "Tom, don't you feel it? This future is very interesting, the times are developing, the fusion of technology and magic, the collision of civilizations, even the house elves It has changed so much."

"It's really good!" Riddle looked disdainfully at the house-like elf dressed up like a goblin.

Under Riddle's gaze, he stepped back in fear, and his face was frightened.

He didn't know why Riddle and Ai Wen were here. Isn't he satisfied with his service?

"Yeah, I can't wait to see what I am in the future, Hermione and others." Ai Wen continued, it didn't seem to hear Riddle say anything again. "It seems that Voldemort and the evil spirits have been defeated. Everything is moving in the right direction, what do you think you will become? Is it still there?"

"I am not dead, I am sure I have a new body..."

"Yes, there is a lovely daughter, so say, Tom, we..."

"I said, don't..."

Riddle’s words were interrupted, and the domestic elf said with uneasiness, “Gentlemen, are you using the fly net?”

"Oh, we are going to use it, thank you!" said Ai Wen, seeing the security guards are coming over, "Go, Tom!"

The next second, the pale Lidd disappeared, and Ai Wen went into the turquoise flame that was burning in the fireplace.

"Flip the alley!" He left, leaving the house elf to stand in stunned.

Even if the times have improved so much, using the fly-net is still a travel that makes people feel uncomfortable.

Ai Wen seems to have been sucked into a huge socket hole, his body is spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound beside the ear is deafening.

The green flame of the spin caused him to feel dizzy. He turned and saw a series of furnace doors flashing in a blur.

Then he arrived at his destination and landed on the cold stone floor.

Ai Wen is a little missed by Phoenix Fox, and it is much more comfortable with it.

He came out of the fireplace and was in front of a spacious and dim wizard shop.

Compared with the big change of the Ministry of Magic, time seems to be stagnant in the Bojinbooke store.

In the summer of the first grade, Ivan had seen this store far away from Harry, and the layout was almost unchanged.

On the mat in the glass bottle in front of him, there was a withered hand, a pile of **** cards, a teapot with a corner and a stagnant glass eyeball, and the skull mask squinted down on the wall. There are all kinds of human bones on the counter, and rusty pointed teeth are hung from the ceiling.

Poor Mr. Bojin, the goods in his shop seem to be very unpopular...

This is not surprising, and Avon can't see which normal wizard will need it.

Delphi was standing in front of the counter and looking seriously at the withered man on the mat.

“This shop is very interesting. It sells and recycles all kinds of interesting black magic items. I have been there a few times before, and there are many things that are very practical.” Delphi said, “Look at the introduction of this thing, the glorious hand, insert The last candle, only the person holding it can see the light, I think we should need one, maybe it will be used."

"You are very eye-catching, dear lady, this is the best friend of the thief and the robber, as long as five hundred gold plus."

A man with a hunchback appeared behind the counter. He is Mr. Bojin.

His age is already great, his hair is white, and his smile on his face gives a feeling of treacherousness and sleekness.

Five hundred gold gallon, is to find money for Ai Wen, he will not touch this dirty man.

"Well, let's see again, do you have invisible clothes here?" Delphi asked.

"Yes, that's my collection, I need 10,000 Jin Jialong." Mr. Bo Jin's tone is almost flattering.

"The price is not a problem!" Delphi did not even look at her eyes. "You take it out and let me see."

It seems that Voldemort or other Death Eaters have left a large legacy to Delphi, and don't care about money.

Or is this era, Jin Jialong's depreciation is too fast.

Ten thousand Jin Jialong buys an invisible cloak. What is the difference between stealing money and money?

In the familiar time of Ai Wen, invisible clothes are rare, but they are not uncommon. As long as there are invisible beasts or strong invisible agents, the materials can be made. According to the strength of the effect, the price ranges from three hundred to two thousand gold. Garonne does not wait.

Ivan has never heard of it. Someone spent 10,000 Jin Jialong to buy invisible clothes.

To really be because of the currency devaluation, he has an impulse to go back to the past to sell things to the present time...

"Ivan, come over and see this glorious hand." Delphi turned and said, "What about Tom?"

"Oh, he is behind!" said Ai Wen.

As soon as the voice fell, Riddle pretended to walk out of the fireplace.

He squinted and looked around with interest, apparently familiar with the store.

Just then, Mr. Bojin walked out from behind the counter with an invisibility cloak and he also saw Riddle.

The smile on his face solidified and soon became a horror, fear, and he recognized Riddle's identity.

Ivan heard that Riddle did not go to the Ministry of Magic after graduating from Hogwarts, but came to this store unexpectedly, looking for a precious collection for making Horcruxes, so Mr. Bokin is very familiar with Riddle.

This is not a good memory, especially after Riddle became Voldemort...

Mr. Bokin couldn't believe the Riddle, who had just come out of the fireplace, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Li, Li, Li..." He gasped and gasped, and he was greatly stimulated. "Ridall!"

Voldemort has failed, he is dead, but why is this boy like that...

Absolutely correct, it is impossible to admit mistakes.

He will never forget this life, this is definitely Tom Riddle!

Voldemort is back!

The Dark Lord is back!

Mr. Bogin has some doubts, why Riddle is so young.

But he immediately thought of the magic of the Dark Lord, this is the magic he did not understand, it must be.

Voldemort is not dead, he conquered death, he is back again!

It is foreseeable that the magic world will boil again and the war is about to begin...