Baier blinked his fingers, and a beautifully-looking sheepskin scroll appeared in his hand with a gorgeous border with exquisite patterns, and then began to write with the flames on his fingers.

Voldemort narrowed his red eyes and swept across the paper, and found that these devils were indeed cunning. Just like what Bellatrix Black told the mysterious man that she saw the devil in her family's collection when she was young, the devil was trying to use these conspiracies to harm him.

He deliberately waited for Byer to write without saying a word. Just as the other party was about to finish writing, Voldemort took out an ordinary piece of parchment from his robe and said, "Use mine."

"As you wish." Baier's face was not disappointed, but just smiled and took it over, and began to quickly slide his fingers on the parchment paper. After writing a paragraph, he couldn't help complaining, "Business is getting harder and harder."

After writing, this simple contract flew towards Voldemort. Voldemort pondered the contract in his hand every word. After confirming that there was no trap, the mysterious man signed his name on the devil contract, and the contract automatically flew back to Baier. Baier also added his full name.

The moment Bayer signed the letter, the power of the contract made Voldemort understand all the terms on the contract paper. Then Bayer threw the black book in his hand into the air in the direction of Voldemort. Voldemort raised his hand and let the book float in front of him and examined it carefully.

The cover of this book is like a sticky and rotten skin, bumpy and uneven, and it seems like something is constantly sliding and surging under the cover, constantly changing directions and drilling around. Just looking at the cover, you can feel the evil and chaos atmosphere contained in this book.

The mysterious man's hands flipped the books through the air. The demons inside were completely different from the demons. Even the same kind of demons would make them look different because of the characteristics of the plane they belong to, and they live in the bottomless abyss with corrupt and amorphous qualities. When Voldemort opened it, he could hear a giant drum that was crazy about beating invisible, and the disgusting and monotonous tone of the flute; and the aimless, stupid and blind demons were in the endless howls, the bottomless abyss was in the extreme chaos, and everything seemed to be biting hungry.

The contract came into effect, and Baier's tail swung towards the group of Muggles who could only stand in place no matter how paniced. The three silver-white skulls running through its tail opened their empty mouths and sucked the silver-white souls flying out of the Muggles' heads in.

Finally, in the hall, sixty-six muggles collapsed on the ground, and later the body that had lost its soul turned into powder and dissipated into the air of the hall. The fluttering powder made the hall look like a layer of silver-gray snow.

Retracting his tail with poisonous stings, Baier's greed and pity-like reptile eyes paused on the remaining Muggles for a moment. The black venom on the corner of its mouth dripped a little faster at this moment.

Voldemort, who had all this in his eyes, turned around the wand in his hand. He estimated that the devil in front of him was the same as he had expected before. He was not that he did not want to make a deal, but that he might feel that the risk of attacking Alan Harris was too great. The strength and power shown by the other party in the Ministry of Magic was obviously not successful, but that if he could not succeed in one blow, he would eventually lead Auror to the wheel battle, so he was unwilling to complete the transaction. He used the lies that the boy was the devil's best friend to perfunctorily treat him.

Thinking of Alan Harris' teasing and deceiving himself and the slander of Harris TV, Voldemort's mouth twisted into a weird smile, "If you don't want to kill Alan Harris, then it's okay to be his relatives and friends."

"That's my close friend's relatives and friends..." Baier brushed his tail wearing three skulls in front of Baier. Baier took a long breath, turned his head and looked upwards and said.

Voldemort's eyes became cold, and he didn't even dare to hurt the kid's relatives and friends?

"You have to add more money." Baier's reptile eyes began to burn. He looked at Voldemort, his voice was cold and cruel. "Master Dark Lord, you have not enough mortals left, so let's leave it. When you save them all, I will go and find an opportunity. You will naturally know when the contract is completed, and I will come to pick it up then."

"If the one he loves dies violently." The parchment flew towards Baier, and Voldemort's empty big hand slowly clenched into a fist, his eyes filled with a viciousness that could not be missed.

Baier caught the flying parchment paper, his fingers slid on it, and in his elegant voice with an exotic accent and ancient rhyme, he said, "When Alan Harris's beloved fell to the ground with a wail, letting her finally stain the earth with blood, then I will complete the contract."

The next morning, London, Diagon Alley, the most prosperous commercial street in the British magic world.

At the Olivande Wand Store, two Aurors in H94 uniforms stood under the golden sign at the door. They were vigilantly patrolling the passers-by. One of them had a sturdy and terrifying male Auror, whose beard had wide eyes, which made the pedestrians who were looking at it because of curiosity, shifted their eyes away again.

"Pipai, are you responsible for Umbridge's relatives now? Are you clues?" Allen sat on the only bench in the store, and a young man with good image and temperament stood behind Allen with a handsome figure.

"Sir, her mother is dead, but Bruto found out that her younger brother should be living near Little Hungerton. The place is not big. Please rest assured, we should be able to find it soon." Pupai replied carefully. He was the Auror who brought Aaron, a fanatical male fan to Hogwarts to pray for Allen and Luna's forgiveness. This time, after Penelo took the umbrella team to Africa, he fought for this temporary escort mission with his first meeting.

"It's okay, this matter is not important, just find it." Allen waved his hand and asked the new guard to relax. "Also please go out and tell Bruto not to scare others... He has to change this bad habit, otherwise Albert would not have forbidden him to treat those victims in the World Cup..."

"Mr. Alan Harris, your custom wand is ready." At this time, Garrick Ollivand's pair of light-colored eyes swept across a pile of long wooden boxes. Each box had a name tag and the description of the material used for the wand. Ollivand reached out to Alan to make a gesture of asking for help, "Please check it."

The Aurors, who had been planning to go out, quickly stopped, took out a piece of parchment, and began to carefully check the wands one by one.

"Allen, I still think that the wand is choosing a wizard. Such a direct customization of the wand will not become the most suitable partner for the wizard." During this period, Ollivander's gentle voice sounded again, "But it is indeed a good idea to get a chain behind the wand... If the wooden wand does this, it may affect the power and effect of the spell..."

"Garrick, what I need is to let students use a wand that is not very suitable. You know that in reality, wizards will inevitably encounter situations where they have to use other people's wands. Many picky wizards can't even release a spell if they don't use their wands. So I want them to try to improve this situation after such training... So I asked you to add a circle of runes to the tip of the stick that suppresses the power and effect of attack-like spells..." Allen did not want to argue with Ollivand on the concept of making a wand. The other party has already regarded this sentence in the Ollivand family's stick making technology as a life creed. If you have anything to do, you will put this sentence to the method...

Of course, Allen could make a magic wand himself, but he was not short of Jin Jialong and was not willing to waste time on such trivial matters. Therefore, he chose to hand over this project to exchange some knowledge of making a wand with himself during the Goblet of Fire. Ollivand, who had learned to make a magic wand with metal, contracted this small project, and used some hypocritical reasons that could stimulate the economy of the British wizarding world and convinced himself that he did not do it because he was lazy...

"Sir, no problem." After the new guards were tested, Allen raised his hand to stop the Prai from calling other guards in to help get these wooden boxes. He took all the wands into his pockets one by one, and then handed the box of Jin Jialong from it to Ollivand, then got up and left the wand shop.

"Sir." The two guards at the door immediately stood at attention and saluted Allen.

"Let's go, go to Mrs. Mogin to get the clothes..." Allen strode into the street, suddenly turned his head and explained to the bearded Auror, "Bruto, please buy four ice creams back. I want to taste ginkgo. What do you want to tell him yourself..."

Just as Allen and the three guards were eating ice cream in Diagon Alley, while they were eating ice cream in a state of disagreement, Luna was lying on Allen's legs and feet while shaking her feet in her arms, playing with the resurrection stone in her hands. Going to get a little thing like a magic wand and a magic robe, Allen just sent her clone, and Luna also began to nest in the tower, using her clone to teach in Hogwarts instead.
Chapter completed!