Glory To Slytherin

"Everyone is a deacon, don't be so hypocritical."

Cecil waved his hand and smiled.

"Oh, I almost forgot that I am also a deacon."

Dugal froze for a moment, there seemed to be a moment of confusion on his face, and then grinned and said, "Then Hailey Miss, what advice can you give to my stall?"

"Dugal, although we follow different adults, our common interests and pursuits are still the same."

Cecil's smile slowly subsided, "And you were betraying the traces of the members of the organization."

"A small shrimp is sold as soon as it is sold. Is it worth your enthusiasm for Cecil?"

The smile on Dugal's face remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard the coldness in Cecil's words, "Besides, is it a sale to Lestrange?"

If Ulysses were still here and heard this sentence, he would definitely feel helpless. He wears the mask to not reveal his identity, but the old man knows his origins very well.

Cecil stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and the chill in the air disappeared without a trace:

"That's right. As long as he doesn't destroy Master Dark Chaser's plan, he can say anything."

"If Master Decamonna's plan is so easily disrupted by a teenager, then this plan will undoubtedly fail."

Dugal shrugged, verbally not in awe of De Carmona.

"Ulysses is no ordinary teenager."

Cecil smiled, "Moreover, I have always been wondering why Master Mandala has such an old man like you, who is about to become deadly wood, which is not in line with her situation where she likes young and beautiful subordinates..."

"If you are willing to switch to Lord Mandala, I can recommend it for you."

Dugal gradually put away the things on the stall, and said, "After all, you seem to be very fond of Master Mandala..."

"Forget it, I want to live a few more years."

Cecil snorted.

"How can it be so terrible."

Dugal sneered, "I'm also very surprised, if Lord Voldemort's body is successfully recast... How much respect will Lord Dark Chaser retain him?"

"You are looking for death."

Cecil's eyes were sharp, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I'm not old-fashioned yet, of course I know what I'm talking about."

Dugal said, "I'm very old, and I have experienced more things than you think. Before Lord Voldemort defected, he really gave the organization a stab... It took the organization more than ten years to reluctantly. Recovery. What do you think... what will other people's attitudes toward Lord Voldemort be?"

His eyes were complicated, with a little awe and anger.

"This is not something you and I should consider."

Cecil took a word coldly, turned and left.

"Before leaving, there was a De Carmona left... what kind of escape is this?"

Dugal stayed where he was, still muttering in his mouth.

...

It seems that all underground markets are invisible to the sun, and their heads are all dark sky presented by magic.

Bars are the beneficiaries of this situation, because in this way they can be open at any time and business will be much better.

Ulysses walked into an alley according to the address given by Dugal, found a small bar, and walked in generously.

The sparrow is small, but it has all five internal organs. The atmosphere of the bar is not bad. The store is filled with slightly dark music, and the guests inside are also sitting in their own seats and drinking silently, making people wonder if this is the underground black market in London.

Dugal told Ulysses the characteristics of the member of the abyss. Ulysses searched quietly in the bar for a while, and soon found him in a remote corner.

The abyss member, like his other colleagues, was covered in a black robe, with a half-white mask, and his gloved right hand was swaying a wine glass, and the crystal liquor inside was about to bottom out.

Ulysses found an inconspicuous place in the bar and sat down, from the corner of his eyes staring in the direction of the member of the abyss.

The abyss member seemed to be waiting for someone, until a few minutes later, a black-robed wizard walked into the bar and stayed for a second and then walked out. He drank the liquor in the glass and stepped out of the bar.

Ulysses's stool was not hot yet, and he followed them again, his movements extremely light and concealed.

"Are you all ready, Seaman?"

They walked on an unfamiliar and gloomy path and talked in low voices. Ulysses put on himself a two-piece phantom curse and a muffler curse. At the same time, he turned a small stone into a mosquito and followed them behind. hear.

"Don't you worry about me, Jacques?"

"It's a big deal. Master Deacon said, as long as the plan goes well and Lord Voldemort is successfully resurrected, we will all be able to get an official position."

"Thinking about it, I feel very motivated. We have been in the organization for five years, and we are still a low-level person who has nothing to do with it..."

"If you don't have much contribution, it will be too difficult to get promoted. You must grasp this opportunity well and there can be no mistakes."

"Of course I know. But it's not a pleasant thing to partner with a meticulous fellow like you."

"Ha ha."

"By the way, a guy with a weird behavior came into the black market today. At first glance, he looked like someone with little experience, as if he was looking for us."

"Who?"

"The silent man named Crocker. Another group of people have already taken him down, and how to deal with it depends on Master Deacon's meaning."

"It's been almost half a year, why did you suddenly find this place?"

"How do I know this. I can't wait to go back and meet my little darlings. How can I care about the silent man."

"Those arms and legs?"

"I look down on it again? Human body alchemy is a major direction of organization! What do you guys who carve messy magic patterns on your body know..."

"It's up to you. Are you sure no one will follow you when you come?"

"Of course... wait, there is a situation?"

"When did the mosquitoes dare to get so close to us..."

The next moment, Seaman turned around very decisively, the wand had appeared in his hand, and a silent curse swept across the dark street with a red brilliance, heading straight in the direction of Ulysses.

The red light suddenly exploded when it flew halfway, and the phantom curse on Ulysses seemed to have been washed away, and his figure gradually appeared.

At the moment Ulysses appeared, Jacques's wand had been pointed at him precisely, and a bright green light flashed out.

Ulysses had been angry at these people more than once that meeting with them was an act of Avada's life. He had been prepared for a few steps to the side, and cleverly avoided the green light of the life-breaking curse.

A life-threatening curse exploded on a disrepaired street lamp behind Ulysses, blasted the light pole short from it, and slammed it on the ground with a muffled noise.

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