Sometimes Klein wondered if he was a natural villain?

    Not in my previous life, the "black emperor" sitting on the throne of Mithril and the places where the flags of "mysterious eye" fly are the territory of the Empire. Born and holy, Greenwood I stepped on the corpse mountain and bone sea and became the closest caster to God.

    But what''s going on in this life?

    Study hard, make progress every day, take the initiative to integrate into the bronze section, and every day is simple and boring.

    I haven''t done anything bad. How can I become the number one enemy in the magic world?

    He really doesn''t understand.

    Not only did Klein not understand, "the great white Wizard" albus Dumbledore is confused now.

    Well, let''s make an analogy.

    It felt like the old man carefully looked after the bomb detonator and thought everything was all right. Then one day, an Artiodactyla suddenly broke into his house and told him "there''s an explosion outside. Maybe we''ll all die".

    The taste in my heart is really unspeakable.

    "Don''t you want to say anything?"

    Dumbledore asked in a deep voice, staring at Klein sitting on his desk.

    "Those who are clear are clear, and those who are turbid are turbid. I sit straight and go straight!"

    Klein looked so pale that he wanted to speak like this. But when he remembered that he had made the ring, enslaved Voldemort and opposed Auror of the Ministry of magic from Dumbledore during this period, he was silent again, blinked and showed a brilliant smile of an extremely naive young man.

    Silence is better than sound~

    "Alas."

    Dumbledore sighed and felt the pain in his temples.

    To be honest, if Klein didn''t care or looked indifferent, he would be easy to do. Spell this one hundred pounds of old arms and legs and give an explanation to the magic world and yourself.

    But now he can''t afford to be angry.

    "I really didn''t do anything. Who knows the Ministry of magic is so sensitive. I don''t think they take it seriously."

    It is absolutely impossible to enslave Voldemort and force back the "Department of mystery affairs".

    Klein spread his hands and showed an expression of "I don''t blame me, it''s the other party''s food".

    Dumbledore thought carefully.

    Uh.

    It''s not incomprehensible.

    Mainly because the identity Klein launched was too scary.

    Not to mention, being able to skillfully manipulate the fierce fire is enough to frighten the Ministry of magic, not to mention the Deathly Hallows thrown out to give the identity platform.

    Most wizards regard the Deathly Hallows as the content of the story book, but Dumbledore knows that the Ministry of magic knows that the Hallows are real.

    If Dumbledore were the Minister of magic, he would worry about such a dangerous person.

    "So it''s a question for the Ministry of magic and Mr. Connelly."

    Seeing Dumbledore seemed to be moved, Klein smiled and decided to cover the coffin without hesitation.

    It''s none of Kirk''s business. Kirk doesn''t know anything~

    "Let''s not mention this for the time being.

    Now the magic world is full of wind and rain because of "Soren". If we don''t solve this matter as soon as possible. I''m afraid it''s hard to deal with the aftermath.

    I suggest that Sauron disappear in the "overturned lane" immediately, be deliberately killed by the Ministry of magic, or be "black eaten black" by black wizards.

    In short, we should put out the signs of this turmoil! "

    Facing each other with a serious expression, Dumbledore always felt something wrong. But before he could think it over, he began to calm down and give advice to Klein.

    Klein scratched the tip of his brow and smiled with unknown meaning.

    Old man, why are you so skilled?

    Tut.

    He is worthy of being a figure who cultivates black magic to "the greatest White Wizard"~

    Tao is deep!

    ......

    "Overturning the alley" is the same as before.

    At least Voldemort didn''t see any change.

    Wrapped in a loose and ragged black robe, he stared warily at the passers-by, and his thin palm clenched the dark birch wand.

    The black wizard''s temperament he knew that he would suffer if he was careless. The Dark Lord doesn''t want to be swallowed as fat.

    "Friends, good deep sea beads and anesthetic fruit, are you interested?" "Curse the cursive man. The newly arrived goods are at a fair price." "Lord Sauron said it was good to use the monkey claw of gellanc''s wish!"

    Hawking and greeting are heard, decadent and dark, but strange "full of vitality". Voldemort was surprised to find that the situation outside was tense, and "overturning the lane" seemed to be unaffected, even more lively than he remembered.

    "Abnormal."

    With a whisper, Voldemort kept everything in mind and bowed into a bar at the end of the street.

    Such a mixed place is a good place to inquire about news.

    "Have a glass of ale and help yourself to some food."

    He jumped up to the high seat, and Voldemort opened his voice calmly and took out some dirty silver coins.

    The bartender who was cleaning the cup looked up at the little monster with terrible face. He didn''t say anything. He obediently took the money and sent Voldemort''s order.

    "Oh."

    The crude ale poured into his throat, and Voldemort''s mouth finally had a taste other than "dead mouse".

    The gathering place of black wizards is good. No one will care about your appearance and what you are. Vampires, werewolves and can all get along here, let alone "dwarfs" like him.

    "Ask you about someone."

    After a few drinks, Voldemort felt better. He took out a few more gold coins and put them on the bar, stared at the bartender and said.

    "Say."

    Did not refuse Voldemort''s "kindness", put away the gold coins, and the bartender spared no words.

    "Tell me about Sauron."

    Asked what he thought, Voldemort''s eyes were hot, and he urgently wanted to know everything about that man.

    "Hehe, I know it is. Those who" overturn the lane "to avoid the wind these days are trying their best to inquire about Lord Sauron."

    The bartender smiled. Anyway, these things are not secret. Why not make more money.

    "Lord Sauron is an extremely powerful wizard and the legendary master of the sacred instrument of death.

    His whereabouts are usually hidden, but it is certain that he lives in this "overturned lane."

    After a pause, the bartender showed an expression of admiration and longing.

    "My old Paul seldom admires a person. Hey, to be honest, who is not scum in this street.

    But Lord Sauron is different from anyone I''ve ever met.

    Powerful, mysterious.

    He could have taken everything he wanted with his strength. But he did not. Instead, he became a protector of the street and gave us a way to live. This is where we respect him. "

    Since the Ministry of magic began to eliminate the black wizards in Britain, the "overturned lane", known as the "Sauron base camp", has become a blessing for criminals.

    Anyway, old Paul felt that their life had become more and more comfortable since Lord Sauron came to this street.