"Boom"

An explosion rang out abruptly in the Riddle House, signaling the uninvited arrival of a special guest.

If the current Voldemort is a young and handsome young man, then this uninvited guest is a middle-aged appearance full of the charm of a mature man.

He wore his angular face as always, and even though his current behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to the British Dark Lord, his face remained unchanged.

This man has two well-trimmed beards on his lips, and his image is set off by an extremely high-end handmade wizard's robe, which sets off his image tall and luxurious, coupled with his own superior momentum, no one can ignore his presence.

At this moment, he just gently put away the wand that had just let go of a spell, and then stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Riddle Mansion, which had collapsed half of the wall, expressionlessly, and did not move at all.

And in the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of bloody leather boots and half of his thigh were exposed in the crack, which invisibly revealed a piece of information that he had found the exact location of Voldemort's headquarters!

"Hiss...... Ho ......"

In a roar, a huge snake head poked out of the wall, and the pair of narrow snake eyes danced with black flames, and the long scarlet tongue kept swallowing, almost in front of the middle-aged man.

But the man remained unmoved, didn't even roll his eyes, just calmly stared straight ahead with his cold eyes.

At this moment, a burst of black qi suddenly appeared out of thin air from the surrounding area, condensed suddenly, and turned into Voldemort's body.

"You—yes—who?"

Voldemort's eyes were equally cold, and his appearance was equally handsome, but he was a little less arrogant than his opponent, but a little more gloomy.

Before he could finish speaking, more than a dozen black smoke rushed out from the Riddle Mansion and fell around the two of them one by one, forming a circle to encircle the middle-aged man.

When the black fog cleared, the Death Eaters in black hooded cloaks and bone masks appeared one by one, their fierce eyes faintly revealing from the masks.

Yes, they were still Death Eaters, not the Black Dead created by Voldemort with the power of the Monument of Bewitchment. This flying spell that turned into a black mist was a new spell invented by Voldemort himself based on the abilities of the Black Death.

However, even though he was already surrounded, the middle-aged man remained calm and stared sideways at Voldemort's face for a long time.

"You're Voldemort"

"How dare you call your master's name!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was interrupted by a loyal Death Eater.

But Voldemort didn't show annoyance, but waved the Death Eater away with a wave of his hand.

“…… That's right, I am. He calmly looked directly into the middle-aged man's eyes, his gaze full of indifference and cruelty, "No matter where Your Excellency came, this way of calling the door...... Doesn't seem a bit out of place, right? ”

Voldemort said, reaching out and pointing at the wall of Riddle's House, the black flame in his eyes twitching slightly.

"Really?" The middle-aged man said coldly, "Maybe it's a bit rude...... But so what? I didn't come to the UK to waste my time...... I've heard that you're very good at bloodline transformation magic? ”

When Voldemort heard this, he looked at the other party coldly, and then squinted and said, "Before you ask a question, don't you report your name first?" Pavilion, down! ”

If Maca was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance, but it was the first time Voldemort had seen this personable middle-aged wizard.

The other party stared at Voldemort for a while, and then nodded slightly.

"Myself, Eric Desizblois."

In the wizarding world, wizards with long names may not have a deep family heritage, but wizards with a long family heritage will definitely have a name that is not short.

The only thing to watch out for is a pure-blood wizard with a long list of names after the existing castle. As long as you have enough knowledge of the wizarding society of ancient times, you will never ignore any wizard who reports such a name.

In modern times, where there are only sporadic remnants of ancient wizard society, there are not many wizards who understand this. Voldemort knew thanks to his deep love of magic, but even then, he didn't know much.

"......" Voldemort was silent for a moment, then said, "So, Mr. Blois...... I'm good at bloodline magic, but what do you want? ”

"I need your ability to help the Blois solve a problem that has been left behind for thousands of years." Mr. Blois paused, and seeing that Voldemort's face remained unchanged, he continued, "If you can agree, I can ...... when you need it Help you once! ”

This sentence is actually talking about compensation. Although Mr. Blois is vague, the meaning is not at all clear.

What is Voldemort's biggest problem right now? Of course, it's the general attack plan for Hogwarts Castle, the most difficult nail household in the wizarding world of England!

But Voldemort, will he be satisfied like this?

"Mr. Blois," he said, still squinting and his gaze was frighteningly cold, "I have to say that your chips do attract me...... But don't you think it'......"

Before Voldemort could finish his words, he saw that the wand in his sleeve was raised, and a burst of black gas went straight to Blois.

You must know that the two of them at this time are only a few steps apart! It was a surprise attack, and any of the top Aurors would have been so scrambling that they might not even have a chance to react.

But the Mr. Blois in front of him had already noticed it the moment Voldemort's wand slipped into his palm.

As the black gas poured out from front of Voldemort, Mr. Blois had his wand across his chest, and then steadily raised it.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet squirmed, and a giant hand mixed with dirt, turf, and stone reached out and slammed into the top of Voldemort's head.

And the black gas emitted by Voldemort did not have any effect on the giant hand at all.

"Boom"

Now, everyone knows how the walls of Riddle House collapsed just now.

Voldemort had never expected that there would be such terrifying ancient magic in modern times. And the giant hand was really too huge, even if he had turned around and turned into black gas, he was still directly scattered by the giant hand.

If that young master Tafal was here, he would definitely connect this giant hand made of mud and stone with the giant hand made of water made by Maca.

But even compared to the entire Ice Giant, I'm afraid it can't be as huge as this Mudstone Giant, not to mention the attack speed.

Voldemort, who turned into black gas, was of course fine, and this purely physical attack could hardly hurt him. I saw that the black qi that had been scattered gathered again, condensing the human form again.

But the three Death Eaters who were standing behind Voldemort just now were killed, and under this smash, the three of them were directly smashed into a puddle of rotten meat mixed with mud.

As you can imagine, just by looking at the strength of this giant hand of mud and stone, you can know that this is by no means something that can be made by simply shaping the mud and stones.

“…… Ancient summoning? ”

Voldemort hung in the air, a rare solemnity on his handsome face.

But Mr. Blois said indifferently, "If you are to judge by the benchmark of modern magic theory, this is just Transfiguration. ”

The giant hand was propped up on the ground, not disappearing or moving, as if it were a deterrent, but it had already caused all the Death Eaters to retreat far away in terror.

"Humph!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, and with a single move, more than a dozen clouds of black gas rose from the private cemetery in the mountains behind Riddle House, dragging his usual tail towards Blois.

That's the Black Death! The Black Death Apostles who have enhanced ** with the magic of alienation!

"Bang Bang ......"

As the giant hand rose up and protected him in front of Mr. Blois, a series of dull thumps exploded, and for a moment the stones and dirt splattered, and even the giant hand showed faint signs of collapse.

But just as Maca's Ice Giant can be mended with water, as long as the giant hand has a substance that can be filled, it is only a matter of more magic to regenerate enough.

But will Mr. Blois only be beaten so passively? Of course not!

With a wave of Blois' wand, another giant hand poked out of the ground and whipped the Black Death apostles to the side like flies.

The next moment, the two giant hands slammed into the ground, and with the momentum of a landslide, a stone giant nearly a hundred feet in size burst into flames, standing majestically in the open space in front of Riddle's Mansion.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't hurt me!" Voldemort couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw this, to be honest, he didn't want to make such a big noise right now, "I'm immortal!" Do you understand! ”

But Mr. Blois tilted his head and said expressionlessly, "Is it?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, his wand was pointed at Voldemort's location. Suddenly, Voldemort was shocked to find that he felt an inexplicable sense of restraint, as if everything around him was squeezing against him, and even the air seemed to stop flowing.

Immediately after, Golem swung his fist and smashed it Voldemort's body.

With a distinctly audible thud, Voldemort slammed into the roof of Riddle's House, burying him completely in the midst of a collapse of bricks and tiles.

"Master!"

The Death Eaters were terrified, and most of them stood still, not daring to move. There were a few loyal followers who were ready to move, but they had only taken two steps, and then they stopped one after another.

The Golem is still standing in front of him! Even the great Dark Lord was smashed into the house like a toy, and even if they did, they would die in vain.

For a time, the Death Eaters were in a dilemma.