With silver-white wings flapping, Shivin quickly banished all the Dementors around him with the Patronus Charm, and then touched his hand on the invisible barrier in a cleared area.

With a burst of ripples, the invisible barrier in front of him suddenly extended a hole, and another space hidden deep outside the world appeared in front of him, and the architectural style here seemed to directly pull people forward for a thousand years-

The layered walls enclose a majestic building with square corners, and this Sumerian tower temple stands in the center of the space.

This tall pagoda temple is based vertically on a multi-storey platform with long staircases for people to walk up and down. In terms of appearance, it has the feeling of an Egyptian pyramid and the charm of the Acropolis, like an epic poem spanning thousands of years, showing in the eyes of visitors.

The yin wind roared, and countless dementors floated around the towering tower temple towering over the desert. However, the Patronus Spirits who spread their wings and flew back by Xiwen's side, few daring Dementors dared to come and stop them.

Xiwen straightened his cloak and walked unhurriedly, the Dementors retreating in his pass, keeping the space around him in a clean state at all times.

As the double-layered wall in front of him, which had multiple layers of colored glass and images of animals, got closer and closer, Xiwen gradually saw the handsome young man who was obscured by the many black fogs.

"Voldemort, I'm here to negotiate."

Looking at Riddle standing on the city wall, Xiwen said with a blank face.

A pair of plain white wings stretched out from his back, flapping slightly, fluttering into the air, and finally levitating in front of the city wall at the same height as Riddle, looking directly at the familiar but unfamiliar junior in front of him, with an indifferent expression.

Riddle's expression sank, staring coldly at Xiwen suspended in the air, and said coldly, "I have nothing to negotiate with you!" ”

"Now that I have the power of the Grim Reaper, you won't be my match anymore!"

Hearing this, Shivin silently raised his eyes, and then looked at the wall behind Riddle in a bored manner, as if thinking that it would be better to talk to him than to appreciate the classical art style for a while.

"Are you looking down on me?!"

Riddle, who was despised, was furious, and immediately pointed his wand at Xiwen-

"I'm going to see how you look down on people, Avada Kedavra!"

Hearing Riddle's incantation, Shivin turned his gaze back to the powerful requisition spell attached to the green in front of him, and sighed softly, "I thought that after all these years, you should have gotten rid of your arrogance, Voldemort." But I didn't expect a little power to turn you back into the prototype. ”

He reached forward with his left hand, making a mudra at the same time, and raised his wand with the other.

Blue and yellow thunderbolts shot out at the same time, fusing into a heavy gray in the air, and finally colliding with the black-green Death Curse!

Xiwen directly used the power of his soul body this time, and he didn't have any idea of keeping his hand at all.

The gray lightning suddenly pushed the black-green requisition spell in the direction of the wall where Riddle stood, and there was no pause!

Riddle's eyes widened as he watched the dark gray electric light that surged straight in front of him, and it took a lot of effort to deflect it with his wand, but the next moment, several other spells came in unison, giving him no respite.

"This star really wants to retire"

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Xiwen, the city wall with a strong classical atmosphere immediately turned into a ruin, and Riddle did not know how many times he was attacked by the spell. If it weren't for the fact that he had used the power of the Dementors and the Grim Reaper to transform his body and be able to turn into a black mist to evade most attacks, he would have been shattered by now.

Only two minutes passed, and Riddle's body was in tatters, and there was no longer a single piece of his robe intact.

Shivin held the Ring of Raggador in his left hand and pressed his wand to his brow with his right hand, smiling kindly.

"Can we negotiate now, Voldemort?"

Riddle's face was full of incredulity, but he didn't dare to move.

"What kind of negotiation are you, Rozier?!" He said aggrievedly.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's your hand that moved first." Shivin put away the wand that was resting on Riddle's eyebrows, pursed his lips, and said. "Don't you know you when I do? If you're not at a disadvantage, you won't be able to learn to speak well. ”

Riddle's expression showed a bit of embarrassment, and then he forcibly pressed it down, and said stiffly: "Tell me, Rozier, how do you want to negotiate?" ”

"I need you, as the inner director, to tell me the location of the Grim Reaper and the specific information he is at present." Xiwen said. "The Grim Reaper has given you space in this Mesopotamian plain, and it seems that he values you very much, and I don't think you will be without this basic information."

"But why should I tell you?" Riddle spoke. "All I need to do is tell the Grim Reaper to come down here and kill you, so who is in a position to negotiate with me?"

"You're not going to do that." Shivin chuckled and shook his head, and said to Riddle. "I know your ambition is not just to be a Grim Reaper believer, if you let Death kill me directly, you will lose the opportunity to profit from the fisherman."

"What's more, you're not the kind of person who is willing to let others dictate your freedom, Riddle."

He looked at Riddle deeply, and his address changed from jerky "Voldemort" back to "Riddle's" surname.

Riddle was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Since you know that I have joined the Grim Reaper's side, then I think you also know that there is no way for me to betray the Grim Reaper, because he can easily erase my existence through the Grim Reaper's sigil. ”

"But you have a solution, don't you?" Shivin asked with a chuckle.

"Why do you dare to be so sure?" Riddle raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"Because you are so afraid of death, you will not put your life in the hands of others." Xiwen said. "What's more, Dumbledore has already learned of your plan from Professor Slughorn."

"Riddle, I really didn't expect you to learn such extreme black magic, and even prepare to use it many times."

Xiwen's expression became serious, and he looked coldly at Riddle's dark pupils.

Riddle's expression turned grim.

"What the hell do you know?" He asked gloomily.

Xiwen spoke slowly, uttering the terrifying words.

"Horcruxes!"

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