A ruined Hogwarts

The small, dark office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only the ticking of the hands on the wall clock echoing regularly. The flame in the fireplace had long been extinguished, and only a light on the desk was dimly lit.

Owen pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and wondered idly where Voldemort was taking him. Judging from his sneaky appearance, he was definitely not helping the old lady cross the road.

He soon felt that it was not safe, so he took out his wand and chanted the transformation spell on himself, slowly turning his skin color into bronze, his hair and eyebrows into fiery red, and even his face had red spots. Big beard. Combined with his current short stature, he looks like a much older dwarf.

Time passed by minute by second, and just as Owen boredly began to play with a coin on the back of his hand in various ways, Voldemort suddenly stretched out a finger and pressed it on the door key and said: "Come here."

Owen also held down the handle of the gorgeous silver dagger, as if a hook was hooked behind his navel. He was pulled up like a gust of wind, and everything in front of him turned into a whirling kaleidoscope.

When he found his feet on the ground again, he immediately looked around and found that he was standing in a dark forest. If the surrounding woods weren't so dense and the trees weren't that old, Owen would have thought he was in the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort put away the silver dagger, raised his eyes to identify the direction, and then turned into a black mist and flew lightly into the air.

"Call your guards and follow me," he said hoarsely.

Owen glanced up with great envy. Although this man is a dog, he can fly. He is not using a broomstick or being carried by a black devil guard. He really flies in the air on his own, and he is very fast and very flexible... even though he turns into black mist It doesn't look very good, it looks evil, but it's very useful.

You know, wizards have to rely on broomsticks, flying carpets, flying motorcycles and other props to fly in the air, and Voldemort should have created a flying spell of his own. This is obviously a very advanced dark magic. As far as Owen knows, it seems that Professor Snape has also learned this trick.

"Dark Guard." Owen took out his wand and waved it. Amidst the turbulent malice spreading in his heart, the dark cloak and top hat were lightly put on him, and then he was also wrapped in a thick black mist. .

"Okay, my current appearance is quite evil."

Owen raised his hand and pressed down the brim of his hat. There was a faint expression on his dark cheeks, but the only thing that could be seen on his face to the outside world was the sarcastic curved corners of his mouth, which was a sneer mask. Following the command of his heart, his feet left the ground and flew silently into the sky.

The black mist incarnated by Voldemort was flying rapidly ahead, much faster than Owen. Owen followed behind at a leisurely pace, the cloak behind him rustling in the wind and fluttering wantonly.

After flying for about three minutes, Owen followed the figure in front and landed on the ground. The two walked through a small forest and came to a huge cave.

The entrance to the cave was irregular in oval shape, and there were several wizards in black cloaks standing outside. They stood there vigilantly holding wands in their hands, and they seemed to be guards. Owen was also keenly aware that there were many wizards patrolling in the surrounding woods. From time to time, guys dressed in the same clothes would come from different directions and enter the cave in an extremely silent and orderly manner.

Voldemort strode into the cave entrance, and Owen could only follow closely. He felt that the looks from the guards around him seemed to be malicious, as if they would be eaten alive if they were alone here for a while.

"It feels like being led into a den of thieves..." Owen's eyes hidden under his hood rolled slightly. The malice brought by the black devil guard has not completely faded away. He is not panic at all now, and he is still a bit wanton.

After passing through a rugged cave passage, the view suddenly opened up. A huge space is hidden here, as if the entire mountain has been hollowed out. It is surrounded by green candles, and stalls are arranged messily on both sides, with all kinds of strange things on them, such as Bai Sensen's skull, Green baby corpses, hideous animal mummies, etc.

Wizards in black cloaks walked among them, picking at the stalls. Some are sneaky and suspicious; some have terrifying auras and should be kept away from strangers; some behave strangely and seem not to be human...

"Is this a wizard black market?" Owen raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice. He knew there was such a place in the wizarding world, but he had never been there.

There are many contraband items for sale on the black market, such as dangerous dark magic items, the living bodies and materials of rare magical creatures, stolen goods of unknown origin, etc. They are very popular with dark wizards, but they are also closely tracked by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Yes, not even Knockturn Alley dares to sell these things.

For example, unicorn blood is absolutely impossible to see in the outside world. But in the black market, if you are lucky, it is possible to encounter it, and it is not even impossible to encounter the corpse of a unicorn or something. There will never be a shortage of profit-seeking desperadoes in the world.

"Yes, the black market..." After arriving here, Voldemort seemed to be in a happy mood. He whispered softly, "Even if he is tracked down by the Ministry of Magic countless times, it will reappear again and again. Everywhere. After opening once or twice, the Wizarding Black Market will move to another location, and I spent a lot of effort to find it."

"Professor, are you here to buy something?" Owen looked very considerate. "If the professor needs it, I still have some money, but not much..." Who would carry so much money with them when they are idle? Long.

"Who said I came here to buy things?" Voldemort said jokingly, and then his tone was full of memories, "On the contrary, whenever I was short of money in those years, I would come here to take a look."

Rob...rob? Unexpectedly, the mighty Dark Lord is also a zero-dollar shopping enthusiast?

Owen looked around at the dark wizards who were not easy to mess with at first glance, and couldn't help but groan in his heart. But you are using Quirrell's body now, which is not in its prime state at all. If you come here to seek your own death, don't take me with you! Oh, by the way, you can't die, but I will die. If I die, your plan will be in vain!

"Professor, can your body hold up?" He spoke directly and persuaded in a sincere tone, almost pulling the other person's sleeves and dragging him out. "Actually, there is no need to take too many risks. If you really need something, I can try to contact my family. My parents have many connections...and we are not short of money. I can go back and get it."

"It's not necessary. I'm not so weak that I can't even do this kind of thing, and I can't wait too long." Voldemort said lazily, playing with the wand in his hand and walking deeper.

Owen twitched his lips and said, "Then what can I help you with? I'm just a first-year student."

"I said, you need to be more confident." Voldemort said lightly, "I have no other skills and I need you to work for me. Or are you unwilling to dedicate your strength to the Dark Lord?"

"I just think my death should be more valuable." Owen rolled his eyes under the hood, "instead of being killed by a group of wizards here."

"Follow my plan. As long as you are not an idiot with a broken brain, your life will not be in danger." Voldemort waved his hand and said without doubt, with a warning in his tone.

I feel even more insecure when I hear that you have plans, okay... Owen has nothing to say, his eyes wandering around, looking for possible escape routes.

I'm so stupid, really, I knew that Voldemort was a bitch, but I didn't expect that he was also a trickster who would kill people without paying for it!

However, Voldemort probably doesn't want his hard-won spare body to die. This is probably good news?

Owen followed the other party thoughtfully, silently walking through the narrow passages between the stalls, brushing the shoulders of passers-by, and heading towards the deepest part of the cave.