The Magic Net's newspaper opening system is simple but not simple. The three-dimensional images projected by the wrist guards create the appearance of a slot machine in the air.

As the banknotes are stuffed into the wrist guards, the trigger of the slot machine is automatically pulled down, and the "broken" brainwashing electronic sound resounds throughout the house, and the psychedelic light illuminates the shadows.

Who is Man Man? A rich second generation, a business genius, a hero, a mysterious method enthusiast, and a leader of the Ten Ring Gang.

There is no need to say much about the noisy and domineering life. No matter where Man Man walks, his unique style can be noticed at the first time, just like a firefly in the dark.

Not to mention his sinister, deep, majestic momentum, and his surging ambition to dominate the world. For him, money is just a number to achieve his goals, which is important, but unnecessary.

"I said,"

Lord Man exhaled a breath of turbid air, rubbed his beard, and said calmly: "Is there a problem with the explosion rate of this expansion pack? Why do I only open a lot of ordinary or rare items every time I open a bag, and the highest is epic and legendary items?"

Expansion packages in the mall system

The members of the Ten Rings Gang who were standing in front of him swallowed their saliva. In just ten minutes, Lord Man had already spent 600,000 pounds of wealth, and he could still hear a sound when he was wafting.

Mechanical Electronics replied gently: "The explosion rate of the expansion pack is constant, the explosion rate of ordinary items is 70%, the rare explosion rate is 20%, the epic explosion rate is 9%, and the legendary explosion rate is 1%. There will never be any falsehood."

An expansion pack is only 10,000 pounds, which is very cheap. Man Man can afford to spend all his money. "Give me three hundred packs first."

No one responded, Lord Man said "Hmm?", and glanced at him sharply. The members of the Ten Rings Gang looked at each other and hesitated and replied: "Sir, there is not enough cash."

This time, the Ten Rings Gang arrived in London and did not carry much cash. It was even more difficult to get krypton like this by Man.

“The Magic Network System also provides card swiping services.”

Mechanical Electronics interrupted in time and said: "Whether it is an Express card, Visa card, Mastercard, Decentral card, Million Card, Big Lai card, or UnionPay card, you only need to put the credit card into the wrist guard groove and confirm the amount to redeemed directly.

Moreover, the Magic Network system can accept currencies from various countries, save the tax payment process during currency exchange, and there is no middlemen to make a difference."

Such considerate service did not make Man Da look much better. As a senior villain, he is different from those ordinary people who use the system to act as a hero, but not the reason. He recharges for the purpose of studying the Magic Network system, and his intention is much higher.

Credit cards were placed into the wrist guard groove, the numbers were flowing, and the amount was gone, and the adults gradually became addicted to the nervous stimulation of opening a bag with small profits.

Whose child cries every day, and which brother loses every day? Maybe he will be free and his luck will come back? Then will he win the young model in the club?

Lord Man resolutely swiped the card and recharged it, and the dazzling light of the slot machine illuminated his thin face.

———

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, two young wizards, sat on the streets of Diagon Alley, and ate with spoons with ball-shaped ice cream.

For them, this summer vacation was unprecedentedly bad, their best friend Harry Potter disappeared strangely, the Order of the Phoenix was silent about the reasons for Harry's disappearance, and even Dumbledore refused to talk more about the matter - just by indirectly hinting that they could wait in Diagon Alley.

After all, Diagon Alley is the most crowded place in the mysterious British side. If Harry Potter had not died, had not gone far away, and had not been imprisoned by bad people, he would definitely appear nearby.

The wait for several days and the scorching heat made them both a little weak, and they slumped in the open-air seats of the ice cream shop without saying a word.

Suddenly, Ron widened his eyes and stood up, "Wait, could that be Harry?"

“Where?”

Hermione hurriedly turned around, and only a thin figure wearing a hooded vanished from the corner of the street among the crowd.

The two looked at each other, and their long-term friendship and premonitions told them that it was Harry.

They slapped a few silver pieces on the table, squeezed through the crowd, rushed to chase, and finally grabbed the hooded man's clothes at the next corner.

They guessed correctly, this was Harry Potter, but his face was pale and thin, his eyes were sharper and firm, like a sharp and sharp sword.

"Oh my God, Harry, where have you been recently? We can't find you no matter how we look for it."

Hermione shouted angrily, while Ron punched Harry on the shoulder lightly and heavily, then hugged the old friend.

However, to their surprise, a hint of joy and remembrance flashed in Harry's eyes, and he slowly and firmly broke free from Ron's arms, "Long time no see, Ron, Hermione."

Harry smiled and said softly: "I'm glad to see you, but I have to leave."

Ron frowned and tense his face in confusion, "Where are you going?"

On the contrary, Hermione vaguely guessed something and said softly: "We are staying at No. 12, Grimore Square, not far from here, which is used by Dumbledore as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, your godfather Sirius, Professor Alastor Moody, who was supposed to teach us the Dark Magic Defense class last semester, were there too.

Come with us, Harry.”

“…I have some things to deal with.”

Harry Potter lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Something more important."

"What's more important than being with your family?" Ron snarled directly: "Do you think you're unique? Well?

On the Goblet of Fire, you watched with your own eyes that the man who could not even mention his name had been resurrected, but he was still running out alone in this troublesome autumn.

Do you know how worried we are about you? What if you are caught by the Death Eater? What if you meet that mysterious person directly?"

"Mysterious?" Harry grinned indifferently, shrugged and said casually: "You mean Voldemort?"

Once the word "Voldemort" was said, the air in the alleys solidified for several minutes.

In order to make himself sound more domineering, Tom Marvoro Riddle deliberately disrupted the pinyin order of his own name and created the word Voldemort as his real name.

In order to create fear, he even imposed a constant spell on the real name "Vodemort". Once anyone mentioned it, he would be locked by his premonition and even teleported directly over to kill those wizards who dared to mention the name.

Until everyone dared not say the word "Voldemort" again, they could only refer to words such as "mysterious man", "the person who can't even mention the name", "black demon" and other words.

This is also why the wizarding world still has fear and awe for him after he died for more than ten years.

Hermione and Ron suffocated breathing, and involuntarily pulled out their wands and looked around carefully, fearing that the resurrected Dark King would come here.

"Don't worry, Diagon Alley was imposed with extremely powerful witchcraft by the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort could not sense it here, and it was even more impossible for him to teleport directly through the phantom movement."

Harry looked at his friends with fear and fear, as if he was facing a great enemy, smiled and said indifferently: "And even if he really appeared in this alley, he would probably not be the one who could walk out alive."

Ron was still confused and didn't understand why Harry was so skillful, but Hermione Granger's face changed and changed. He pursed his lips tightly, staring at Harry's face without saying anything.

Harry's eyes were a little lonely. Can he tell his friends the truth about the blood clan?

Can he tell his friends about Magic Network?

Can he tell his friends that he has become the first user of Magic Net, can he distribute spell casting certificates, and guide many Magic Net users to slowly discover the true face of the Blood Clan?

cannot.

So he just smiled and said sadly: "That's it, friends, I'll leave first."

"What?"

Ron had just reacted and subconsciously wanted to grab Harry's clothes tightly, but he grabbed the air and watched his friend's figure gradually distort and dissipate.

After a long time, the naughty child from the Weasley family grew up and said dryly: "...Wait, can the Phantom Transformation Curse be used in Diagon Alley?"

"No." Hermione bit her lip, looked at the end of the gloomy alley in a daze, and said softly: "Let's go, let's go back to the Order of the Phoenix. Harry, he won't come back."
Chapter completed!