This demon from the bottomless abyss looks somewhat similar to the original Bayer, with the silhouette of a huge humanoid monster composed of flames and shadows, and like a wandering shadow, while its body is burned with raging flames. But unlike Byer, its head resembled a strange skull of a cow and sheep with its skull exposed, its teeth were strangely shaped and sharp, and it hung on its face as such, its nose was wide and flat, and its body was knotted with red muscles, and it wore various costumes made of thick metal chains woven and entangled, and in the middle of its body hung the skull of a ram as a heart guard, and the weapon it held in its hand was not a lightning sword like Byer's, but a flaming scimitar that had to be used with both hands to make it easier to decapitate, and it looked amazingly powerful。

Seeing the summoned Barlow Flame Demon resisting in front of him, the mysterious man didn't care about anything else in order to use the healing for himself, he used the mirror technique on himself - as the Dark Lord was different from Eren in the fourth grade, he could directly achieve the best effect of this magic and conjure eight mirror images.

Since the end of the duel with Alan after the last battle at the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort has changed his previous thinking of only liking direct attack and defense, and no longer thinks that illusion is just a trick of an incompetent wizard, he has not only changed his attitude, but also learned mirror art himself- As long as he asked his Death Eaters to arrange for those children who had taken Allen's course to meet them, and without mentioning that Voldemort was only through the untraceable Guardian Mind, he could easily learn about the spells taught by Allen from the brains of some children who had not mastered Occlumen.

Nine Voldemorts appeared on the field, including the main body, and they pointed at the soles of their feet with the same wands, and said "Healing as before" to the dirty soles of their feet, so that the remaining LEGO marks on the soles of their feet disappeared in an instant.

Voldemort used the healing on himself as before, while looking up at Allen, who had no movement or reaction except for being digging into his own pocket, and let out a sneer, deliberately retaliating to imitate the tone of the other party ordering the Deep Hell Purgatory that only made him feel very tricky during the fifth-year battle of Allen, pointing at Allen and roaring, "Kill that white-haired one!"

"Knock knock!"

The Barlow Flame Demon erupted with a powerful aura that erupted in flames all over and around Allen, but Allen's random Frozen Fire Charm kept him safe and sound in the flames like medieval wizards who deliberately teased Muggles and deliberately burned at the stake.

Unlike the devils who like to study tactics, this demon didn't care whether his first type of spell had an effect or not, and had already raised the flaming giant scimitar in his hand, matching its mountain-like size, and rushed towards Eren several steps - these demons who live in the bottomless abyss are good at using brute force to solve all problems, and their huge size occupies an innate advantage.

"Hah, Harris boy, don't think that you can only learn these moves yourself! What about your doppelganger? you won't have a chance if you don't have to!" the mysterious man who was about to heal his wounds scoffed, but his eyes were more fearful than they had been at first.

The Dark Lord knew from the minds of those Death Eater children that the white-haired boy in front of him could create a different clone from the mirror image, so that the clone had the effect of real spell-casting ability, and now Alan didn't seem to have the intention of using it - this is also the reason why he, who thought that he had suffered a small loss, began to try to let his summoned monster test the other party first.

And the demon was about to rush in front of Allen, and it had already begun to raise its giant scimitar to split the small point in front of him, so that his internal organs were sprinkled all over the scene, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, the demon opened its mouth full of sharp fangs viciously, and was already a few steps away from holding the flame scimitar and smashed it down on the head of Allen, who did not dodge or dodge, and was extremely calm, but the knife was only half swung...

"Quack?!"

In the next moment, the running demon was completely in the air, and it let go of the scimitar's arm and swung it wildly, but in vain - in an instant, the illusion that Eren had arranged on the ground with the illusion that had been motionless all this time was invalidated by the direct touch of the demon, and an arched Otherworldly Gate appeared on the ground made up of countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently—only unlike the previous Otherworldly Gate that was erected perpendicular to the ground, it was laid flat on the ground like a pit for the demon to step into on itself.

On the other side of the Gate, there was a charred, rubble wasteland, a stream of blood flowing slowly on the wasteland, and the air was filled with blood-red light...

And when the demon fell into the trap, Alan pulled a pillow out of his waist bag and threw it at the other party: "Hold my pillow." ”

"Avernas?... Not !!" The falling demon had not yet passed through the gate of the other world with its upper body at this time, it subconsciously took the pillow and continued to scream miserably, trembling with fear, and finally fell into the gate of the other world powerlessly, as if it had been swallowed by the gate full of skulls - this Balo Yan Demon from the bottomless abyss, the highest level except for those strange demon lords, so bravely fell into the base camp of the demons' mortal enemies.

"Waste !!" Voldemort had just stepped on the flat ground again, and Voldemort, who had recovered a little from the pain and no longer felt pain, saw this scene - the Dark Lord, who had planned to use the same move to take revenge on Allen during the Ministry of Magic War, saw his summoned creature being transformed by Allen's magic.

However, although he knew that he was at a disadvantage, and he was very surprised by Allen's whimsical methods of using magic spells, but the humiliation and anger made Voldemort not give up the idea of revenge, he felt that although at present, he seemed to have suffered some losses, but the insidious and cunning methods used by the other party would not really bring great harm to himself - in the current erosion, the other party did not show overwhelming magic.

Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Allen and let out a shrill sinister laugh, "Boy, I have to admit that you played very skillfully..."

Voldemort angrily looked at Allen with a smile and squinted eyes, this expression looked in Voldemort's eyes, and he only felt that the other party was particularly hateful, and he cast several life-seeking spells in a row - but all of them were dodged by Allen in the same way as before.

"But I'd like to see how many more spells you can catch me, and let me see how long I can laugh!" Voldemort snorted coldly and looked at Allen, who had several large hollows all over his body, but suddenly he felt a strange look on his face, and the forcibly suppressed laughter on the sidelines also reached his ears.

Voldemort looked left and right at his mirror image, and he saw that on the eight Voldemorts, the long and brilliant, red and yellow Gryffindor scarves were hanging over their shoulders, and on the chest of the pure black robes, I don't know when, Alan was also sewn with a Hogwarts Gryffindor Sorting logo - since Voldemort first began to cast summoning spells to find a chance to heal himself, Alan has secretly added these costumes to each other's bodies, which seems to make the Dark Lord feel like he is wearing a Gryffindor uniform.

What made Voldemort notice was that a pair of large black round-rimmed glasses had slipped from the bridge of his nose without a nose, the same pair that Alan had borrowed from Harry just now, and on his bare head appeared a traditional German men's feather felt hat, and the feathers on the hat were now gently swaying with the night breeze - the hat that Luna had won by the red-nosed old man Grimson before playing cards was now over the Dark Lord's bare head.

As if his eyes were stung by the dazzling red and gold under his eyes, Voldemort's slender nasal tubes fluttered, and his lipsless mouth twisted in horror, and his originally angry red eyes even became a little hollow, Voldemort, who was trembling with anger, felt a chill all over his body, Voldemort couldn't think of anything else, and he was going to fight with the bastard in front of him who made him lose face.

"Please wait a minute, Tom, there's still something missing..."Alan saw the mysterious person's cold look, and hurriedly waved his hand to speak, "I'm sorry, the action of putting the hat and glasses is too big for you to feel..."