"Who the hell are you...?" Voldemort asked hatefully, holding back the pain and secretly continuing to fight back.

Restrained by an unknown person, if he fled in a hurry in front of the men he had just gathered, Voldemort would not want to pull up such a large team in the future, even if he escaped safely.

You must know that his notoriety spread throughout the wizarding world more than ten years ago, and if you don't pull these old people in, it will be more difficult than before to recruit people from scratch to gather power.

Hearing Comrade Fu's question, Roger didn't speak, and at the same time pressed the toes of Voldemort's throat forward. There was a soft click, and the eyes of the Dark Lord, who had once dominated the wizarding world in England for many years, suddenly widened, his throat made a clattering gasp, and blood foam mixed with fragments of the Adam's apple was coughed out of the corner of his mouth.

Even if six Horcruxes had already been destroyed, and now he was still in the weakness of the last soul fragment being destroyed, Voldemort was not a figure who could be pinched and rounded casually. Especially since he doesn't have hair yet, which makes Roger even more vigilant...

For example, the truth that villains often die from talking too much, Roger always remembers it.

Lord Voldemort lay on his back in the overgrown cemetery, his red eyes staring at the face that belonged to Bellatrix above his head with hatred, one hand holding his already limp and broken neck, and the other right hand, which was also bloody and blurred by Roger's stepping, stretched out as much as he could, his twisted and shapeless index finger trying to point at 'Bellatrix', making a strange clicking sound in his throat, and blood blisters were squeezed out between his lips, as if he was trying to say something.

Roger raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed the clean position of Lao Fu's raised arm, and then twisted and pulled, a canopy of blood spilled in the night sky, and the whole arm was easily unloaded by the goods.

"You're so unwilling to attack me... If you have the strength, you should run away—" Roger said in a pleasant tone, shaking off the severed arm that had been unscrewed.

Escaping depends on what kind of injury he has suffered, even if Voldemort does not understand the anatomy in modern medicine, he knows that after the fragments of the laryngeal and neck bones puncture the arteries, the only end is that the blood is poured into the trachea and suffocated alive.

Unless there is a skilled medical wizard here who uses magic to heal him in time, then there may be a slight chance of survival.

The clicking sound in Voldemort's throat became less and less frequent, the hatred in his scarlet eyes became more and more dim, and under the smiling gaze of Roger's mouth, the generation of Dark Lords who had been stirring up the storm in England for decades gradually lost the color of life.

The surrounding Death Eaters were still shocked that Harry Potter had been hit head-on by the great Dark Lord with the Death Reminder Charm, but they were still in shock for some reason to be able to stand up alive and unsettled, when a series of movements on Voldemort's side seemed to have taken place.

By the time the lackeys reacted to what had happened, their fearful, admiring, or adoring owners had been beaten to the ground by Roger, coughing up blood froth.

In fact, it was not only those Death Eaters who couldn't believe their eyes, but Snape couldn't believe that the rampant Voldemort had died at Roger's feet. Not to mention Harry, who still hasn't figured out what's going on...

Roger kicked Voldemort's corpse aside with a pick, then stepped forward to look at the bewildered Death Eaters, and teased with his eyes open:

"Yo~ None of you escaped? I thought you guys who didn't have a lot of discipline were going to slip away the first time he died... What's the matter, do you want to avenge that three bald men who have no nose?"

There was a buzz of talking in the circle where the Death Eaters gathered, but soon, several Death Eaters who were looking in Roger's direction let out loud or small exclamations, and their feet retreated one after another, with a frightened expression.

Roger involuntarily touched the parts on his body. can scare people and scream, it's basically the time when he is dismantled...

Before the boy could confirm that his organs were complete, Snape's exclamation suddenly rang out: "Roger, watch out for you!!"

The boy jerked back. Something that could have allowed Snape to reveal his identity in a hurry, Roger couldn't have ignored.

But before he could turn his head halfway, Voldemort's cold voice sounded in his ears: "Sure enough, it's you... Roger Collins!"

At the same time, a dazzling green light flashed from behind, and Roger only felt a slight shock in his lower back, and his whole body was numb, and he had no other reaction.

Halfway through the turn, he saw Voldemort's pale face stained with blood and broken bones facing him, his already godless eyes glowing with viciousness.

Voldemort's severed arm was still bleeding downward, and the wound on his lower back that had been filled by the silver-white metal arm was revealed, apparently moving such a useful thing to a more serious injury. This allowed him to breathe for a while.

Roger reached out and scratched the place where the spell was concentrated, and lazily denied: "You recognized the wrong person..."

Voldemort ignored the nonsense, and instead turned his eyes to Snape in the distance: "You betrayed me, Severus... What is the reason for your shallowness and ignorance, or do you think that this means will kill me, the great Lord Voldemort?"

Roger looked at Voldemort, who was neither in a hurry to be treated nor in a hurry to escape, standing there and talking,

.

"Who the hell are you...?" Voldemort asked hatefully, holding back the pain and secretly continuing to fight back.

Restrained by an unknown person, if he fled in a hurry in front of the men he had just gathered, Voldemort would not want to pull up such a large team in the future, even if he escaped safely.

You must know that his notoriety spread throughout the wizarding world more than ten years ago, and if you don't pull these old people in, it will be more difficult than before to recruit people from scratch to gather power.

Hearing Comrade Fu's question, Roger didn't speak, and at the same time pressed the toes of Voldemort's throat forward. There was a soft click, and the eyes of the Dark Lord, who had once dominated the wizarding world in England for many years, suddenly widened, his throat made a clattering gasp, and blood foam mixed with fragments of the Adam's apple was coughed out of the corner of his mouth.

Even if six Horcruxes had already been destroyed, and now he was still in the weakness of the last soul fragment being destroyed, Voldemort was not a figure who could be pinched and rounded casually. Especially since he doesn't have hair yet, which makes Roger even more vigilant...

For example, the truth that villains often die from talking too much, Roger always remembers it.

Lord Voldemort lay on his back in the overgrown cemetery, his red eyes staring at the face that belonged to Bellatrix above his head with hatred, one hand holding his already limp and broken neck, and the other right hand, which was also bloody and blurred by Roger's stepping, stretched out as much as he could, his twisted and shapeless index finger trying to point at 'Bellatrix', making a strange clicking sound in his throat, and blood blisters were squeezed out between his lips, as if he was trying to say something.

Roger raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed the clean position of Lao Fu's raised arm, and then twisted and pulled, a canopy of blood spilled in the night sky, and the whole arm was easily unloaded by the goods.

"You're so unwilling to attack me... If you have the strength, you should run away—" Roger said in a pleasant tone, shaking off the severed arm that had been unscrewed.

Escaping depends on what kind of injury he has suffered, even if Voldemort does not understand the anatomy in modern medicine, he knows that after the fragments of the laryngeal and neck bones puncture the arteries, the only end is that the blood is poured into the trachea and suffocated alive.

Unless there is a skilled medical wizard here who uses magic to heal him in time, then there may be a slight chance of survival.

The clicking sound in Voldemort's throat became less and less frequent, the hatred in his scarlet eyes became more and more dim, and under the smiling gaze of Roger's mouth, the generation of Dark Lords who had been stirring up the storm in England for decades gradually lost the color of life.

The surrounding Death Eaters were still shocked that Harry Potter had been hit head-on by the great Dark Lord with the Death Reminder Charm, but they were still in shock for some reason to be able to stand up alive and unsettled, when a series of movements on Voldemort's side seemed to have taken place.

By the time the lackeys reacted to what had happened, their fearful, admiring, or adoring owners had been beaten to the ground by Roger, coughing up blood froth.

In fact, it was not only those Death Eaters who couldn't believe their eyes, but Snape couldn't believe that the rampant Voldemort had died at Roger's feet. Not to mention Harry, who still hasn't figured out what's going on...

Roger kicked Voldemort's corpse aside with a pick, then stepped forward to look at the bewildered Death Eaters, and teased with his eyes open:

"Yo~ None of you escaped? I thought you guys who didn't have a lot of discipline were going to slip away the first time he died... What's the matter, do you want to avenge that three bald men who have no nose?"

There was a buzz of talking in the circle where the Death Eaters gathered, but soon, several Death Eaters who were looking in Roger's direction let out loud or small exclamations, and their feet retreated one after another, with a frightened expression.

Roger involuntarily touched the parts on his body. can scare people and scream, it's basically the time when he is dismantled...

Before the boy could confirm that his organs were complete, Snape's exclamation suddenly rang out: "Roger, watch out for you!!"

The boy jerked back. Something that could have allowed Snape to reveal his identity in a hurry, Roger couldn't have ignored.

But before he could turn his head halfway, Voldemort's cold voice sounded in his ears: "Sure enough, it's you... Roger Collins!"

At the same time, a dazzling green light flashed from behind, and Roger only felt a slight shock in his lower back, and his whole body was numb, and he had no other reaction.

Halfway through the turn, he saw Voldemort's pale face stained with blood and broken bones facing him, his already godless eyes glowing with viciousness.

Voldemort's severed arm was still bleeding downward, and the wound on his lower back that had been filled by the silver-white metal arm was revealed, apparently moving such a useful thing to a more serious injury. This allowed him to breathe for a while.

Roger reached out and scratched the place where the spell was concentrated, and lazily denied: "You recognized the wrong person..."

Voldemort ignored the nonsense, and instead turned his eyes to Snape in the distance: "You betrayed me, Severus... What is the reason for your shallowness and ignorance, or do you think that this means will kill me, the great Lord Voldemort?"

Roger looked at Voldemort, who was neither in a hurry to be treated nor in a hurry to escape, standing there and talking,

There was a buzz of talking in the circle where the Death Eaters gathered, but soon, several Death Eaters who were looking in Roger's direction let out loud or small exclamations, and their feet retreated one after another, with a frightened expression.

Roger involuntarily touched the parts on his body. can scare people and scream, it's basically the time when he is dismantled...

Before the boy could confirm that his organs were complete, Snape's exclamation suddenly rang out: "Roger, watch out for you!!"

The boy jerked back. Something that could have allowed Snape to reveal his identity in a hurry, Roger couldn't have ignored.

But before he could turn his head halfway, Voldemort's cold voice sounded in his ears: "Sure enough, it's you... Roger Collins!"

At the same time, a dazzling green light flashed from behind, and Roger only felt a slight shock in his lower back, and his whole body was numb, and he had no other reaction.

Halfway through the turn, he saw Voldemort's pale face stained with blood and broken bones facing him, his already godless eyes glowing with viciousness.

Voldemort's severed arm was still bleeding downward, and the wound on his lower back that had been filled by the silver-white metal arm was revealed, apparently moving such a useful thing to a more serious injury. This allowed him to breathe for a while.

Roger reached out and scratched the place where the spell was concentrated, and lazily denied: "You recognized the wrong person..."

Voldemort ignored the nonsense, and instead turned his eyes to Snape in the distance: "You betrayed me,