A figure walked between the graves in this direction, his back to the sunlight so that Roger could not see the man's face clearly, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, the man seemed to be holding something.

"Are these two still here...?" the boy muttered, narrowing his eyes, putting down the boomerang he was about to swing at Akidna.

In fact, after the fake Moody entered Hogwarts, he had been curious... It stands to reason that Snape had properly killed Peter Pettigrew, and the Daily Prophet had published the news of Wormtail's death, so who would have helped Voldemort escape from the Romanian forest?

The visitor was emaciated and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer, as the distance between them narrowed, it was clear that the man was holding something like a baby or a bag of clothes.

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone six feet away, and Roger couldn't make out the emaciated figure's face because of the backlight, but he could feel him surveying himself and the huge grass snake beneath his feet.

Suddenly, a loud and cold voice said, "Kill him! Kill that boy!!"

Then the figure whirled and waved its wand, followed by a shrill shout that pierced the night sky.

"Avada suo!"

Roger tapped at his feet, and after a bang, he jumped out of the snake's mouth, and the blinding green light hit the half-length woman who was originally blocked behind him without hindrance.

Achedna didn't move, as if the spell that had struck it had no effect at all, not even a cry of pain.

But soon Roger learns that it's dead... At least it's dead in this world.

Because after the grass flower snake was hit by the death curse, the original strong and resistant body was like a large inferior glass object, and it was accidentally hit by a claw hammer. It was simply broken into pieces of residue.

To Roger's disappointment, the residue was not left behind, but turned into a grass-green light and flew away in the direction of the gates of hell at a very fast speed.

"No wonder you still have the confidence to shout at me when you are dying before, it turns out that it can still be 'refreshed' like the game boss..."Looking at the grass-green light that disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye, Roger touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

The figure who cast the death curse also seemed to be intimidated by this strange sight, and looked at the sky in the distance as if he did not dare to act rashly.

"Leave that one alone!!!" the loud and cold voice sounded again, and the figure reacted and continued to carry out the order.

"Avada Suo!" the blinding green shot at the boy again.

Roger swayed left and right irregularly, kept changing directions, and chattered endlessly: "Hey, it's an old friend anyway, why bother to fight and kill as soon as we meet?"

"Kill him!!!" the grim voice screamed, ignoring the's nonsense.

The figure shook his wand to keep up with the boy's movements, but he dodged every spell.

"Master, I can't hit him, he escaped too fast..."

As soon as he heard this, Roger stopped his dodging steps, and slowly approached the person with a sarcastic expression: "Oh, you dog doesn't seem to be very good... It feels like it's more rubbish than Quirrell. Is your taste declining, or are there not many good dogs?"

"Rubbish!!!" the cold voice scolded, but did not give the order to attack again. But the figure still couldn't help but tremble.

After a few steps, the sunlight could no longer affect the figure, Roger easily saw his appearance, the age of the figure was indeed not very old, about twenty years old, with a pair of big provocative ears, and a few small pimples on his face. It is shiny red.

"You look familiar... Did I blackmail you?" asked Roger, an eyebrow, tentatively.

As if offended by this sentence, the young man's whole face turned red from breathing, the small pimples on his face were red and shiny, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly because he was forced not to roar.

This reaction is a bit strong, Roger feels a little puzzled, his words don't seem to have any stimulating content in them... Looking at Mao with an expression that he was so angry that he was about to faint with a cerebral congestion...

Raising an eyebrow and ignoring the strange young man, Roger turned his gaze to the package he was holding, and the young man's action of firing the spell had caused the corner of the package to open open to reveal a slimy, eyeless ugly thing inside.

No, it's more terrible than that, a hundred times terrible. The young man carried something that looked like a curled up baby, but nothing more like a baby.

It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face... No living child has such a face... It is a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes. Looks weak and completely incapable of taking care of himself.

"Still no nose... Tsk, Voldemort, your aesthetic needs to be improved. Roger said as he looked at the ugly baby with a look of disgust.

"Damn, how dare you call the Dark Lord by his name!?" the young man suddenly seemed to find an excuse to strike again, and raised his hand in his wand as if to give the boy a death curse.

Roger snapped his fingers directly, and the reverse bubble head spell was directly applied to the young man's head, sucking all the air out of his lungs.

"The master bit people indiscriminately without saying a word, Lao Fu, your dog training skills are not very good, huh?" the boy said with a smile to Voldemort in the young man's arms.

A hint of resentment flashed in the baby's scarlet snake's eyes, but a hint of hypocrisy appeared on his face: "Alright, Sampark, put down your wand." This is our guest, and it would be nice to 'greet' a few times at the beginning..."

Hearing this, Sampak quickly withdrew his wand and poked it at his head, and the reverse bubble spell immediately shattered, and he took a few deep breaths.

"Uninvited, it's understandable that I'm a guest who doesn't welcome anyone. Roger said with a smile.

The hypocritical smile on Voldemort's face remained unchanged, and he said in a greasy voice: "How come, Lord Voldemort likes to make friends, especially those who are very capable... I think Mr. Collins came here today with good intentions. ”

"Of course," Roger grinned, "I am here today with great sincerity, and I guess it will make you very satisfied." ”

Voldemort's eyes looked at the boy without blinking, and his scarlet tongue licked his pale lips, "Then I'm looking forward to it..."