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This not much pleasant journey finally came to an end, and the smell of decay and dampness came to his face, and Chen Ping looked around, and the mountains surrounding the castle were no longer visible. Now he was standing in front of a necropolis in the middle of the night, a large yew tree and the wheel of a chapel in the distance. A hill towered to their left. He could only vaguely make out the outline of a beautiful old house on the side of the mountain.

"Detect humanoids." Chen Ping took out his wand, and after the disguise of magic tricks, the wand in his hand now looked the same as Harry's, but in his hand, the feeling was still completely different.

"Little Klaus, that stupid guy, how did Poch get used early." In Chen Ping's arcane vision, a black-robed man with a bright red body scolded and walked in his direction.

Chen Ping tapped his back with his wand, and a stone behind him made a soft sound, and the black-robed man was taken aback, and quickly turned around, and the wand in his hand pointed vigilantly.

"Isn't it good to be vigilant?" Chen Ping took out a small ball of spider silk and danced his hands in the air a few times.

"Magic Tricks - Spell Silence --- Cobwebs"

"Bang"

The large and sticky spider silk burst around the black-robed man, sticking him firmly into a ball, like a fish in a net, and the black-robed man opened his mouth to scream, but was immediately gagged by the spider silk.

Chen Ping is not an ordinary mage, but an arcane master, which is not only reflected in his ability to twist certain arcane laws within a certain amount of dù, but also in his ability to control the arcane in a certain amount of time.

This spider web technique did not spread out as usual, but firmly wrapped the black-robed man, which was as many as seven or eight layers.

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Chen Ping clicked on his wand, and a black ray flew out from the end of the wand and hit the other party.

The spider web technique restricts the opponent's movements, but this magic can reduce the opponent's strength!

Under the combined effect of these two spells, the black-robed man completely lost his room to resist.

With the hand of a mage, he snatched the opponent's wand and put it away. Chen Ping's eyes flashed with a faint silver light, and he looked into the other party's eyes.

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Chen Ping didn't directly extract the soul of this unlucky guy this time, he needed to know what was born here, there was a danger here, and he didn't have the time to slowly look through all the memories of the other party.

Tapping the other party's temple with his magic wand, wisps of white silk wool were wrapped around like marshmallows, Chen Ping tapped the ground with his left hand, and a pool of clear water spread out on the ground, and he threw this wisp of things into it.

The next moment, he saw what happened here last night.

It was in front of a marble tombstone, and from the perspective of the man in black, he could see the name of the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle"

"Well, that's not the man's name." Thinking of the tattered diary, Chen Ping carefully distinguished the date, which was much earlier than that person's era.

"Forgot, there are many fathers and sons with the same name among those foreign devils, and this tombstone should be buried in that person's elders." Chen Ping didn't know that this was the grave of Voldemort's father.

In front of the black-robed man, there was a large cauldron with a complex color liquid churning in it, exuding a disgusting smell, but Chen Ping had long been used to it, and the man stirred the liquid in the pot with a one-man high spatula, leaning down from time to time to look at the flames under the pot. Chen Ping saw that there was a bag of things at his feet, like a baby, but in Chen Ping's arcane vision, the contents of this bag were dazzlingly red, and they were extremely evil.

Around him, there was a giant snake swimming, although it was not as big as the basilisk, it was also over an ordinary python, the eyes of this snake were red, and Chen Ping felt the breath of the soul, which was somewhat similar to the things in the package.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up easily, and not only bubbles appeared on the surface of the liquid, but sparks also entered and exited, as if it was on fire. The action beneath that cloak became more intense. Then Chen Ping heard a high and cold voice: "Hurry up!" ”

Chen Ping obviously felt that the black-robed man trembled.

The entire surface of the pot of water was covered with sparks, and it looked as if it had been studded with diamonds.

"Ready, master."

"Start ...... now"

The grim voice rang out. The black-robed man pulled open the bag of clothing, revealing what was inside.

That's an ugly thing. It had the form of a human child bent on its knees. But Chen Ping had never seen anything so childlike - it had no head and scales on its surface. Its back is bare, black-red. Its arms and legs were thin and fragile, and its face—by no means the same as that of a child—was flat, snake-headed, and had a pair of flickering red eyes.

"Uh, it's so ugly, I thought those snake people were ugly enough, but I didn't expect there to be an even uglier one here."

The little thing looked so helpless that it lifted its tiny arms around the black-robed man's neck. The black-robed man picked it up. Walking to the edge of the cauldron, the little thing's evilly flat face lit up in the flickering sparks that danced on the water.

Then the black-robed man put the little thing in the pot. There was a hissing sound in the distance, and then the thing disappeared from the water. Chen Ping heard the soft sound of its weak body hitting the bottom of the pot.

The black-robed man's mouth kept chattering, and his voice trembled a little. He looked frightened by the ugly creatures. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted into the night sky, "O father's bones, infinitely give, give your son a chance to be born again!" ”

The cemetery ahead cracked. A puff of pale dust rose into the air under the manipulation of the black-robed man's spell, and gently fell into the pot again. The diamond-like surface of the water cracked. Sizzle. Sparks splash. The surface of the water turned a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now the black-robed man whimpered under his breath, and from inside his clothes, he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword. His voice turned to a low sob. "O servant's meat, give it willingly, give your master a chance to be born again!"

He stretched out his right hand—the one that was missing a finger. He gripped the silver sword tightly in his left hand and swung it forward. His forearm snapped at elbow level and fell into the pot, and the black-robed man let out a painful gasp, followed by a disgusting splash. The pot had turned fiery red. Radiating a dazzling light.

The black-robed man gasped for breath and groaned in pain for a moment, then took out a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket and poured a large drop of blood into the pot.

"The blood of the enemy...... Conquered by force...... You will ...... Resurrect your opponent ......"

The liquid kept changing, and finally turned an empty white. The black-robed man knelt down by the steamer in exhaustion, as if his work was done. Then he fell to the side and lay on the grass, gasping and whimpering, clutching the bleeding spot on his arm.

The steamer slowly boiled, and it was sparkling again. Nothing else has changed......

But Chen Ping clearly felt the changes in the pot, an evil and powerful being, reborn at this moment!

All of a sudden the fire was extinguished, replaced by a huge puff of white smoke. Cover everything in front of you. Through the dense fog in front of him, Chen Ping saw the black silhouette of a person, tall and thin, slowly rising from the inside of the steam pot.

It was a tall, thin man, with an ugly face—paler than a skull, large black-red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two cleft nostrils like a snake's nostrils.

He suddenly looked in the direction of Chen Ping, Chen Ping was startled and hurriedly retreated.

"Boom"

The water mirror burst open all of a sudden, splashing everywhere and spilling everywhere.

"Soul sucking."

Chen Ping grabbed the black-robed man's throat, and behind him, the image of the Mind Snatcher flickered, and there was an extra soul crystal in his hand.

Almost at the same time, he heard the utterances of the cold.

"Who broke into here, who killed my servant?"

Chen Ping took out a prepared soul crystal, and the silver light flashed in his eyes.

"Psionic - False Souls"

An image identical to Harry's one appeared in Chen Ping's original location, a mixture of illusion and psionic spell that could not only deceive people's vision, but also their senses. Of course, this image has no real combat capability.

"He should have died a long time ago, and so should you." Harry's voice rang out.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort's voice suddenly rose to a height, with a bit of joy, a bit of anger, and more of a cruelty.

"It looks like little Klaus has finally done it, and he's brought you here." Voldemort's voice said softly.

"Yes, but you won't get a chance to see your men again, Headmaster Dumbledore has sent him where he belongs." Harry's voice said, "Oh, I was wrong, I think you'll see him soon, because you're just as damn as he is." ”

"What a brave fool, I am amazed at your ignorant courage." There was a little more surprise in Voldemort's voice.

There was a soft "bang", and Voldemort's tall and thin figure appeared in the field. Chen Ping clearly heard the sizzling sound coming out of his throat, like a huge snake.

His eyes were as red as blood, and the joints of his hands were thick and pale, with the smell of death. He was wearing a black robe, which must have been some time, and the corners were worn out, revealing threads.

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