Absolute Deal

In a ferocious white night, standing above the fighter jet slowly descended.

After descending to a similar height, the Basilisk, who was finally able to move wildly, immediately got off the plane and raised its head high, parallel to the height of the fighter.

Bai Ye took a step and stood on the head of the Basilisk.

The basilisk still maintained its raised posture and slowly swam in front of the Death Eaters.

Even though those eyes had restrained their deathly gaze, they still showed coldness and cruelty. They looked at everyone as if they were looking at food—no, it wasn't like they were, but they were really looking at food.

As long as Bai Ye gave his life, he would immediately unleash the "dead sight" big move, turning all the undead Death Eaters into food.

Except for the remnant soul of Voldemort who was wrapped in black cloth and shrouded in black robes.

If it was Voldemort in his prime, the basilisk might show his hostility so clearly.

But now, with such a weak remnant, the basilisk still understands the principle of "good birds choose good trees to live in".

After the plane was parked, Nero walked over, smiled at the group of Death Eaters, glanced at Malfoy again, and put his hand on Yan Mo's sword.

The scene looked very solemn, and the battle seemed to be about to break out.

The undead Death Eaters all held the wands in their hands, and they didn't scream after casting a healing magic on themselves just now.

The young man standing on the Basilisk brought them great pressure.

This pressure seems to materialize, pressing on everyone.

Although he didn't exude a sense of danger, the white-haired man who didn't hold a wand and was about to draw his sword, the basilisk gave the Death Eaters a "deadly threat".

Then, let them bow their heads and be courtiers, what kind of powerful wizard is that young man named Bai Ye?

The Death Eaters began to believe that what the other party said about the deal, the real resurrection of their Dark Lord, was not just a rumor.

And, in the trade, they are weak on this side.

There are still seven effective combat powers on their side, which is more than twice that of the other side.

There is also a half-crippled Dark Lord. Although he has never shown his former strength, the Death Eaters believe that he must not be as weak as he has shown.

But even so.

The Death Eaters still didn't have any feeling that "this wave is stable".

The opponent's basilisk rides the face, no matter how you look at it, it will not lose.

These are all a group of Westerners, without any blessing from the mysterious power of the East, so their feeling is quite correct.

They really couldn't beat Bai Ye's side.

In this transaction, they are indeed in a weak position.

Then, it means that Bai Ye can almost do whatever he wants—the reason for using almost is because Bai Ye still has to abide by the basic law of trading.

"Oh, why are you all coming out to welcome me? You don't need such a big gift, just come out to greet me with one or two people."

The white night on the head of the Basilisk broke the solemn atmosphere on the field with a bright smile.

Although it was an act of talking nonsense with his eyes open, it was a step.

Some Death Eaters looked at Malfoy. As a bridge between the two sides, you should go out for diplomacy at this time.

But Lucius Malfoy was hard-hearted. After all, it was his house that was bombed, so he turned his head and pretended not to see everyone's eyes.

The other Death Eaters were suddenly unhappy.

Everyone was bombed, so why did you put it on?

The rest of the Death Eaters felt that Malfoy should be more righteous, so what does it matter to be a little wronged for the return of the great Dark Lord?

Of course, the main reason was that it wasn't their house that was bombed.

And Voldemort, finally, couldn't bear the meaningless winks of this group of idiots.

A strange hoarse voice came from him.

"Hey, you can still speak Parseltongue, but this thing is too ugly. Come here with a human speaker." Bai Ye said.

The basilisk's head slowly lowered and stuck to the ground, making it easier for Bai Ye to go down.

Seeing this scene, if Voldemort had blood, he should have spit it out.

The basilisk he controlled in the past has now become a plaything under the feet of others, and he is actually very happy to see the basilisk's appearance.

Of course the basilisk was happy, and White Night could take it strutting around Hogwarts.

Can you do Voldemort?

No matter your former Voldemort or your later diary, you just let the basilisk wander around in the dark corner, killing a few people.

It's a basilisk!

Not a mouse in the gutter.

Bai Ye walked towards Voldemort.

The Basilisk swam behind him, but Nero followed slowly.

The Death Eater in front of him involuntarily parted the way.

Let Bai Ye stand in front of Voldemort.

"Let's make a deal, Afu." Bai Ye went straight to the topic without any politeness, "But given your current appearance, I suggest you find a representative who can communicate well."

Voldemort didn't speak, except for Parseltongue, he couldn't say anything now.

However, he still has other ways to communicate with Bai Ye.

A Death Eater came over and said, "Lord Dark Lord said, let me speak to you on your behalf, Mr. Bai."

"very good."

Bai Ye didn't bother to care about the py transaction between this Death Eater and Voldemort, so that he could communicate directly with Voldemort and talk on behalf of Voldemort.

Just have a conversation with someone.

"Old Ma, can you arrange a place?" Bai Ye said to Lucius Malfoy, "It's too shabby to trade on the edge of the ruins."

"Who do you think made the ruins!"

Malfoy suppressed the roar abruptly, showing a far-fetched smile and said, "I bought a property in another place, and the location is secret."

"Okay, then go there, the old horse will lead the way." Bai Ye waved his hand and settled down.

You see, the benefits of having a strong position in the trading process come into play.

Including Voldemort, no one has any objection.

Since it is a secret property, the location is secret.

Then of course it can't be magnificent.

It was a house in a dark alley, and the room had a musty smell.

The basilisk huddled happily in the darkness of the alley.

In various places inside and outside the house, Death Eaters occupy important positions and are also hidden.

Nero stood behind Bai Ye.

Voldemort and the Death Eater who spoke were in front of White Night.

Only Bai Ye sat alone.

Voldemort couldn't sit, and of course his Death Eaters wouldn't sit.

"The Dark Lord wants to know, Mr. Bai, what do you want to trade with him?" the Death Eater asked.

"Didn't Lucius mention it to you? He said that I want to resurrect you." Bai Ye said.

"Resurrection? Do you have the ability?"

"Ha ha."

Bai Ye chuckled softly, his pronunciation was very standard, which made the two people on the opposite side feel a sense of ridicule.

"Don't you have any preparations for so many years? I believe you have made a lot of preparations for your own reappearance." Bai Ye said, "What you need is a loyal executor and some necessary materials."

"Malfoy's sudden contact, gathering Death Eaters, has satisfied the first condition."

"Then what remains is the second condition."

"Yes, you are very smart," said the Death Eater on behalf of Voldemort, "but what does this have to do with you?"

"Che, I have to make it so clear. You have the people and the methods, but what about the materials?" Bai Ye said, "Can you get the most important materials?"

"You really know something?"

"As a businessman, intelligence is also one of the commodities. I can't remember the first time I said something like this." Bai Ye said, "Let's be direct, Dumbledore is protecting Harry Potter, you don't have much chance. Get his blood, and I can."

"I can provide the blood of Harry Potter and let you come back to the magical world." Bai Ye continued.

The Death Eater didn't speak, but the expression on his face was fluctuating, showing a mixture of surprise and fear.

After a while, he said, "I don't know what Mr. Bai wants?"

"Do you understand the concept of power and wealth? Alas, seeing your dazed look, and wanting to give you popular science postures, you will be bored every time you come here, Nero, come on." Bai Ye said.

Nero, who had a bodyguard's salary but had to do a lot of work, reluctantly opened his mouth and began to popularize the meaning of power and wealth.

"So—" Bai Ye had already drawn out the blood of Harry Potter when Nero Cope, "Only 50,000 points worth of money."

The blood in the bottle caught Voldemort's eyes.

"Fifty thousand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ doesn't seem to be very difficult," said the Death Eater.

Obviously, he didn't realize that 50,000 Kwon and 50,000 gold Galleons are not the same concept.

"Innocent, young." Bai Ye smiled, "Quan Cai is a very high-end 'currency', and it is impossible for a mere fifty thousand gold Galleons. Forget it, you can exchange a little with me first, so that you can get a feel for what it means. Poor people."

Thirty seconds later, the Death Eaters who successfully joined the power and wealth trading system turned pale.

I feel what it means to be poor.

I also felt what is called a black-hearted businessman.

"You can distribute the power and wealth value to other people, so that they can also convert their own wealth into power and wealth value." Bai Ye said, "High-end currency, no pollution and no loss, come and go freely, don't worry As for the counterfeit currency, you Death Eaters, let's take it slow."

"The upper echelons of the magic world are also circulating, so don't fail to keep up with the trend."

After Dumbledore did not deliberately promote it, power and wealth have naturally begun to circulate in the hands of wealthy wizards in the magical world.

"When will you collect enough 50,000 points of wealth, when will you come to me?" Bai Ye stood up and said.

This transaction will definitely not be completed now.

50,000 wealth points, enough to keep Voldemort and his Death Eaters busy.

"Can it be cheaper?" the poor Death Eater couldn't help asking.

This is not what Voldemort meant, so he wouldn't be so humiliated.

But the 50,000 yuan worth of wealth will still allow them, the Death Eaters, to contribute a part, or even a large part.

It would be better if it could be cheaper.