Then Alan rushed towards the Dark Lord, and like an ancient Muggle holding a stick, his two hands swung the staff at the Dark Lord with terrifying force, and the white-haired wizard's face was full of anger that could not be seen at all.

Voldemort didn't have time to speak, and he could only raise the silver shield he had used to defend against the spell, trying to use it like a Muggle to withstand the physical attack of the boy in front of him—the power of the shadow caused the staff to cast his own shadow, allowing Alan to inflict this basic physical damage by swinging the staff from thirty feet away.

The empty Muggle Park reverberated with a loud crash, two in quick succession from Eren's heavy blows - the Dark Lord staggered under the weakness and attack of the previous spell, and the shards on the silver shield fell and cracked and scattered, and the edge of the small shield was smashed into small pieces.

These scattered pieces also flew and pierced the pure black robes on the Dark Lord's body, leaving some wounds on his body, but they were not fatal, they could only be regarded as abrasions, the Dark Lord wanted to cast spells and curse, but Allen's successive attacks did not give him this opportunity.

After that, Alan had already rushed to Voldemort's side, and with the third blow of his staff and the silver shield in direct contact, the tip of the Skull of the Deep Hell Purgatory that began to burn with black flames let out a devilish shriek, and under the severe pain of the Dark Lord's left hand, this silver shield carefully made by himself was instantly successfully reduced to some metal powder- In this duel, without resisting a single spell, this shield was directly in contact with Allen's staff, and was reduced to its basic material form before it was successfully crafted into a magic item due to the direct contact with Ellen's staff.

"I'm going to pay you back!" Alan let out a triumphant shout, he raised his staff and jumped, albeit undisciplined, but also swung it again with incredible speed and agility, and before the Dark Lord could react to the loss of a silver shield, he only had time to exclaim, and then rolled to the side as impressively as before, barely dodging the blow of the opponent's hands.

Where he had fallen, a crack had been smashed into the concrete floor, and the heat of the black flames had scorched everything nearby, the cement rubble, and the silver shield fragments that had shattered in the first two attacks.

"Stop! we're not Muggles, duels should be magical!" the Dark Lord roared, scrambling to his feet, the dust on the ground making his all-black robes look scruffy.

"Then you'll have to wait for you to pay you back!" Alan grinned, in fact, he was no longer angry after continuous venting - under the effect of the energy absorption technique just now, the weakened Voldemort's weak dodge action at this time now seemed to be somewhat in line with the signs of aging in his early seventies, and with Allen, who was less than seventeen years old, the scene at this time was a bit like a bad teenager trying to beat and bully an old man with a stick...

But the intense sense of humiliation that came with it enveloped Tom Riddle, reminding him of the bullying he had suffered before he realized he was capable at the orphanage.

But Voldemort's annoyed desire for revenge was interrupted, as Alan raised his huge staff and smashed it down on Voldemort, and this time he seemed to have found a combo and swept it across as he dodged sideways.

This forced Voldemort to jump up and dodge in a way that was not appropriate for his age, but Voldemort, who had somewhat regained his rhythm, was still in the air, so he flung out with his wand clenched in his hand.

Before Arvada could !!jump to the highest point, a green light came straight at Allen, and Voldemort felt that he had used the fastest life-seeking spell in his life, and at this close range, Alan would not have had time to use Transfiguration to pull up a high enough earthen wall as an obstacle defense.

But under Voldemort's happy gaze, Alan in front of him did not panic, and stopped smashing people with his staff, he just waved his hand at the ground, as if he didn't care about the deadly spell in front of him that the Dark Lord himself cast, which he was best at.

In the stunned gasps of the wizard outside the arena, just as the green light was about to hit Eren, Eren's head suddenly separated from the middle after being blurred, splitting in two from the neck, and the life-requisition spell passed directly through the split gap directly from the middle without hindrance.

And what made it even more creepy was that the eyes on both sides of Allen's head, which was emitting black fog, looked at Voldemort at the same time, with some mocking smiles.

The pain that came from the soles of his feet when "Pillock!!" just landed made Voldemort not care about the uneasiness and fear caused by Allen's use of this bizarre way to avoid the attack, nor the fact that he was currently live broadcasting, and he couldn't maintain the image of scolding the native of England, and then because the pain was fully unfolded, his pale snake face instantly distorted, crumpled into a ball, and his hands caressed his feet weakly and did not dare to really touch them.

In the distance, the bald middle-aged wizard who was holding his breath and didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere gave a close-up of Voldemort's face through the live broadcast monitor, and when he saw the mysterious man's hideous expression up close, he gasped in shock, only to feel that the soles of his feet seemed to be aching faintly - Dumbledore didn't even notice that he subconsciously covered Harry's eyes with his old hand, which was still a little immature and green.

What Voldemort didn't notice when he just jumped up was that almost at the moment he was casting, Alan quickly performed and completed a transfiguration on the ground under his feet, and those previous pieces of cement and silver shields turned into iron Lego toys suddenly appeared at Voldemort's feet, and the round bulges that those Lego toys originally had were now sharp cones with a metallic luster.

Voldemort, who had always been accustomed to wearing no shoes, had just jumped up barefoot to avoid Alan's sweep, and after casting the spell, his attention was entirely focused on Alan, and now he fell hard, and the soles of his feet firmly stepped on several sharp and raised pieces of iron Lego, and these small pieces of Muggle toys hit the soles of his feet.

It wasn't until now that Voldemort looked down at these few sharp little things and realized what they were, and he couldn't believe that what had been given him such pain was not something more magical, just something like a building block— And in order not to be more embarrassed in the live broadcast, so that all wizards can see their embarrassed appearance, Voldemort tried his best to restrain his desire to scream after the first explosion, his pale and hairless face returned to some blood because of the redness, but the continuous uncontrollable pain made him look up, the two slit nostrils seemed to be trembling one by one.

"According to Muggles, pain can be divided into three levels - pain, unbearable pain, and the pain of stepping on Lego..." You know I'm not too interested in blood, but whether it's my pure-blood family who taught me how to maintain a decent education as a pure-blood wizard, or whether Muggle schools teach children not to walk barefoot outside to avoid accidents... The Dark Lord is so famous... You should also be a little more particular about what you dress so that you get less damage..."

Voldemort in the sore spot didn't have the time to pay attention to Allen's taunts, he hid his anger and other emotions in his heart, he was experienced in combat, he knelt on the ground on his knees instead of the sole of his feet to support the phantom shifter and pulled away some distance, taking advantage of Allen's time to pursue, he squatted on the ground and hurriedly waved his wand, with his movements, there was a rumbling sound from the ground, the ground continued to tremble, and the otherworldly gate composed of white bones began to appear out of thin air.

And just as Voldemort cast a summoning spell and teleported himself to try to distance himself, Allen's hand without a wand also waved, and the wizards who watched the duel from a distance exclaimed at the same time when Voldemort showed his form, and the bald wizard who had been monitoring the screen display hurriedly removed his hand from the device, so as not to cause the camera to flutter.

But Voldemort, who had just reappeared, didn't feel anything unusual, he hurried to stiffen his legs, and pointed his wand at his feet stained with dust and blades of grass, the tip of the staff trembled slightly, and those Legos bounced off the soles of his feet, leaving a few marks of blurred dimples of flesh and blood, and blood came out of those dimples, and the painful taste of the soles of his feet seemed to be written into the memory of his skin— The Dark Lord had no intention of ending the duel just like that, knowing that such a non-magical injury would heal him with magic as long as he was given a little time.

Reflecting all the ugliness, evil, and chaos that came to an end of brutality from the other side of the forming, the Otherworldly Gate began to spread through the park, and a giant monster flew out of the fill, standing between Alan and Voldemort.