In Riddle House, Voldemort in his infant state is lying on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket. With a reluctant expression, Sampak poured the boiling hot tea from the kettle into the teacup in front of Roger, then stood behind Voldemort and looked at him warily.

Roger picked up the cup, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

A python-patterned serpent slouched out of the dark corner of the room, spitting out a letter and crawling around the chair the boy was sitting on, and then climbed onto the thick back of Voldemort's chair.

"I don't know what gifts you brought here, I am curious. Voldemort said first.

"It's a few pieces of news, you're definitely interested. Roger put down his glass and said. "Oh? Voldemort's thin arm rested on the outside of the blanket.

"You're an undercover agent at Hogwarts, Barty Crouch Jr. is dead," the boy leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"You can guess from the moment you came here with that Triple Cup portkey. Voldemort said coldly.

"I killed it. Roger said lazily with shaking legs.

"If you have a better gift, I don't care. Voldemort's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained cold and unchanged.

"The good news is that Dumbledore's old glass is still in the dark, he doesn't know anything, and now that Hogwarts is in big trouble, he can't bother to investigate the cause of death of an unknown person. Roger took another sip from his teacup, then said, "The bad news is that your target, Harry Potter, is now at Hogwarts, and under Dumbledore's protection, you probably don't have much chance of succeeding again." ”

"Big trouble, what kind of trouble could make Dumbledore ignore the cause of a professor's death?" Voldemort apparently grasped the point of Roger's words: "The monster that came with you and was easily killed by the Requirping Curse?"

How easy to kill?If Achdena wasn't seriously injured, could she be easily killed with a single Death Curse?、

Roger scoffed and didn't speak. Instead, he snapped his fingers at Sampak on the other side and pointed to his cup.

Voldemort looked at the boy with interest for a moment, then waved his arm softly at the servant, and the young man glared at Roger with disgust, and walked over angrily.

"You're still so bold, and I appreciate that. Voldemort said.

"No, it's bolder than you think," Roger said with a smile, taking advantage of the moment when Sam Parker bent down to pour tea with the teapot, his body exploded and his right hand choked the young man's throat.

With a hard pinch, Gabba made a crisp sound, and the young man's body, who was always hostile to Roger, immediately softened, and the teapot in his hand lost its grip on the palm of his hand, and the tea splashed on the ground.

"How dare you—" Voldemort's pupils shrank into two narrow slits, and the skin around his eyes turned white. The arm that had been in the blanket stretched out: "Avada Suo!"

Roger was shortened and sat back in his chair, and Sampark's body was held in front of him like a shield, covering all parts tightly, and only half of his head was exposed to look at Voldemort.

"You didn't run away and attack me?, where did you get this kind of confidence," Roger's face was playful, and after seeing Lao Fu's angry expression that was about to kill, the thing then slapped his head with a fake look: "Oh, let me think about it, your little body can't resist the toss of phantom transformation, right? It's so sad..."

"Did this kid carry you all the way out of the Albanian forest?

From the very beginning, after the young man named Sampark attacked, he let Roger know that Voldemort was really short of manpower at this time... All crooked melons and cracked dates are brought with him, this kind of scum that can't even turn his brain except for a little unforgivable spell, Roger is like playing with it.

And it was at this time that he didn't turn his face with Voldemort as soon as they met, and the big snake named Nagini was in the house, and Voldemort was separated from the young man... The former is one of the Horcruxes, and the latter may leave here with the old Phantom Shifter.

Voldemort stared at Roger and opened his mouth to let out a cold hiss.

The big snake, which was ready to attack, immediately bounced up from the floor and bit the corpse's neck, and the snake's tail struck hard at the corpse's abdomen.

Roger didn't expect the snake to be so powerful, the corpse, him, and the chair were all knocked backwards, and the boy had to move his weight down to prevent the chair from being knocked to the ground by the big reptile.

But at the same time, the armrests of the chair suddenly moved, like two strong shackles clasping his thighs, and the back also made a hole at the top, and bent violently to buckle Roger's upper body inside. The four legs of the chair grew together with the floor, slowly becoming thicker.

Voldemort attacked Roger the moment he lost sight, knowing that a lot of magic didn't work on him, but not the physical attacks that magic cast.

Confined by the chair, Roger felt the wood around him squeeze inward, and with his hand that was not carrying the corpse, he fumbled for a wand from the pocket of the corpse's waist.

But it was clear that Voldemort would not give him any respite, and after controlling the boy a little, he let the serpent Nagini step aside, and then pointed his wand at the ground where the chair was.

Roger immediately felt a sense of weightlessness, and then fell to the ground, followed by the sound of falling masonry above his head.

Sure enough, the title of the Dark Lord was not blown out, and even if he couldn't kill it, he quickly found a way to restrict his actions.

But Roger didn't want to let go of the great opportunity to get rid of Voldemort, and his face was covered with wood, and the blocking skill transformed by the explosion spell spread all over the front of his body, and then detonated at the same time.

The deformed wood of the chair and the young man's body were destroyed by the explosion, but the dirt and stones above it quickly fell, filling the gaps in the crater that he had blasted.

But in such a moment, Roger had already adjusted the direction of his wand, and reluctantly muttered, "Dissipate!"

Suddenly, the rubble and bricks quickly missed the trail under the effect of the vanishing charm, and by the time Roger jumped out of the pit, Voldemort and his pet snake had disappeared.

"Phew!" Roger lifted the Pandora's box, which was crushed by the scattered coffee table, and slammed his feet out of the window.