The young girl's snappy brush attracted many eyes, which forced Chilo to stop ingesting for a while.
Once the eyes of the crowd had once again turned to the great Harry Potter, Chilo was dismayed and attempted to pry more, again seeking to turn his gaze to Michael's eyes.
"Clang!" There was a loud thud as the bench fell to the ground, abruptly breaking the buzz that had just resumed in the room.
Everyone saw Chilo's entire body curled up on the floor, shivering unceasingly.
"Professor Chilo, what's wrong with you?" Hagrid issued a question on behalf of the crowd. However, Chilo, who was collapsed on the ground and shivering, did not answer.
"Hagrid, Professor Chilo is fine, he was in shock because he was too happy to see Harry and was just crossed by that young girl." Michael, his face as cold as frost, explained for him, "It's getting late, I suppose we have a lot of things left to do."
"A lot of things left to do indeed na!" Hagrid bashfully drained his glass of wine and turned his head toward the crowd, exclaiming, "I'm really sorry, folks, there's still a lot of shopping to be done. Come on, Harry."
Hagrid then pulled Harry out of the crowd and dragged Michael again across the bar to the small patio where the young girl had just disappeared.
"Hagrid, Harry, please wait a moment, something that is incredibly important to me seems to have just fallen over there at the bar and I have to go back and look for it. I'm so sorry." Michael's face was as cold as ice at the moment, but his gaze implied a touch of urgency and determination.
After making a sincere plea to the two, he bowed deeply and solemnly, then turned around and walked quickly towards the back door of the bar.
Michael stopped abruptly, and his trembling hand slowly pulled out from the lining of his jacket the pair of diamond black gloves that Nancy's mother had returned to him.
His eyes became extremely complex, containing anger, determination, and a hint of imperceptible fear, like deep, bottomless pools.
The pair of gloves as if carrying a heavy past, every grain seems to tell a story, his fingers slightly trembling gently touched, as if caressing the world's most precious treasures.
The familiar texture caused a warm current to well up in his heart, as if he had returned to that moment of being warmly embraced.
He carefully slipped each finger into the glove, feeling it gradually fit his skin.
The moment the gloves were fully on, it was as if he felt a force transferring from the gloves to his entire body, a firm belief and courage.
He clenched his palms as if he was holding onto his destiny, and then stepped steadily towards the back door, each step incomparably firm.
The back door was pushed open once again. The crowd saw the handsome black-haired teenager who had followed Hagrid before, his face as cold as a thousand years of ice, his gaze filled with a creepy chill as he walked step by step towards Prof. Chilo, who had just climbed up from the ground and resumed his seat in the chair.
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, everyone felt a cold wind like the polar cold, suffocating.
It was like a blazing flame whose torch handle had been tattered. At the slightest stimulus, the flame would instantly fall to the ground and burn everything to the ground.
Coming to stand beside Chilo.
"Thank you, Professor, for instructing me, I would be most grateful." With a smile on his face, Michael extended his right hand to Chilo, waiting for his response.
Chilo was still terrified to death of facing Michael, and he could never get the image of what he had just seen out of his mind.
When he was about to use his legilimency on Michael again, he accidentally touched the violent and suppressed power within Michael.
In an instant, Michael's eyes were like burning black flames, revealing a killing intent so intense that it was hard to suppress, as if he was going to completely wipe himself out in the next second.
He had only seen that kind of creepy, full of evil and madness, wanting to completely kill a person's eyes on his master in the past.
Seeing Chilo's unwillingness to shake hands with him, Michael took a slight step forward and quickly opened his arms, taking the initiative to press his body closer to the seated man, gently leaning his head on top of the other man's shoulder as if he was conveying a complex and elusive message.
"Professor, I can't thank you enough for your so-called 'care'." Michael's voice was gradually low and subtle, like a dark current quietly flowing in the dark night, word by word, it clearly reached Chilo's ears, "I am well aware of your intentions, or the intentions of the person behind you, but I don't want to get involved in it, besides, it's not my turn to meddle in it either."
The voice got lower and lower, and Chilo got goose bumps, as if without the support of a chair, he would fall to the ground again in the next second, as if the "Dementor" was ready to give him a final, fatal kiss, which made him tremble with fear.
"If you insist on brutally wiping out the last ray of sunlight from the abyss." Michael's voice that was like a devil's whisper gave a slight lurch, and then every word of that seemed to carry an endless chill, making Chilo feel as if he was in the middle of an icy sky.
"Then, I definitely won't have the slightest hesitation, and will definitely pull everyone down into that endless abyss together! No matter who it is, no one will be spared. After all, it's never wise to force someone who already has no way out, not to mention, I'm also a sorcerer. Hmph, pay homage to that 'awe-inspiring' Dark Lord."
After ending the hug and seeing Chilo's lack of response, Michael gave him a cold sweeping look that held a mixture of fearlessness towards Voldemort and hid a hint of imperceptible nervousness.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to turn toward the back door.
Michael's steps seemed calm and steady, but inside he was like a wave.
He knew deep down that what he had just done was undoubtedly provoking Voldemort, and that the road ahead was bound to be full of hardships and obstacles.
"But what can I do?" He thought silently in his heart, "In order to protect everything I hold dear, even if there is an abyss in front of me, I must face it bravely."
However, when he thought of Voldemort's terrifying power, a chill still could not help but spread in the bottom of his heart, but he immediately gritted his teeth and strengthened his resolve to guard his beliefs.
The people around him were shocked by the aura Michael exuded, and for a while they were silent, only able to watch his back disappear into the back door.
"Why do I feel as if something bad has happened when I clearly made a special trip back to thank Chilo?"
Dedalo, who had bowed to Harry at the store in the past, inquired in a whisper as he watched Michael's disappearing back.
His friend beside him also looked confused, frowned tightly, and whispered, "This atmosphere is so weird, I hope it's not some big trouble."
Yet no one was able to answer his question, everyone felt a hint of a bad vibe growing in the shadows, but were unable to get to it.
At this moment, Chilo's body was still trembling, cold sweat rolled down from his pale forehead like beans, his lips were purple, and his teeth were cackling as if he was in the middle of an extremely cold ice cellar.
Voldemort, who was attached to the back of his head, instantly read Chilo's memories, and then became furious to the extreme, roaring, "You useless fool! Just acquiring these jumbled images? What strange accents and flashback clips of tons of books? What kind of mess is all this! You're so weak and incompetent that you can't even get any useful information!"
Kilo cowered and closed his lips tightly, not daring to make a single sound in defense.
"Hmph! Rubbish!" Voldemort's consciousness roared in Chilo's mind, but since his power had not been fully restored at this point, he could only hold back for the time being.
Inside the dreary and depressing bar, everyone unconsciously held their breath, the dimness of the lights blurring their faces as if they were being gripped tightly by the invisible hand of fear. Kilo's body trembled even more in this environment, cold sweat rolling down his pale forehead like beans.
Michael quickly arrived at the back door and met up with Hagrid and Harry.
Hagrid looked at Michael and frowned as he asked, ''Kid, are you alright? Just now you and Chilo ..."
Michael interrupted, and said in a mock relaxed manner, "It's fine, Hagrid, let's get out of here."
Hagrid and Harry looked at each other, and although their minds were filled with doubt, they didn't ask any more questions.
Hagrid tapped the wall three times with his umbrella, and the bricks on the wall then shook and began to move.
Within a short time, an archway was formed that was large enough for a giant like Hagrid to pass through.
In the middle of the archway, a stale odor swirled leisurely. The water droplets on the walls quietly dripped down, emitting a clear and ethereal sound, as if telling of the vicissitudes of the years.
After the three entered the archway, the archway behind them changed back to the previous wall.
In the darkness, Michael's heartbeat like the beat of a drum was extraordinarily clear in this silent darkness, he was as if he was in a fog, not knowing what kind of storm would be triggered by the courageous act he had just made, but he knew deep down that in this mysterious world of magic, everything was just like a mystery hidden in the darkness, full of unknowns and dangers.