harry potter book of crimes

"boom--"

An explosion suddenly sounded in Riddle House, marking the uninvited arrival of a special guest.

If the current Voldemort has a young and handsome appearance, then this uninvited guest has a middle-aged appearance full of mature manly charm.

He had the same angular face as always. Even though his current behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to the British Dark Lord, his face still did not change at all.

This man has two neatly trimmed beards on his lips, and he wears an extremely high-end handmade wizard's robe, which makes his image look upright and luxurious. Coupled with the aura of a superior he possesses, no one can ignore it.

his existence.

At this moment, he just put away the wand that had just cast a spell, and then stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the Riddle House with an expressionless face, half of the wall had collapsed, and his feet did not move at all.

And in the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of bloody leather boots and half of a thigh were exposed in the gap, which implicitly revealed a message - this is how he found the details of Voldemort's headquarters.

Location!

"Hiss...ho..."

Amidst a roar, a huge snake head poked out from the wall, its narrow snake eyes pulsating with black flames, its long scarlet tongue kept spitting, and it almost came in front of the middle-aged man.

But the man remained unmoved. He didn't even move his eyes. He just stared straight ahead calmly with his cold eyes.

At this moment, a burst of black energy suddenly appeared out of thin air from the surroundings, condensed suddenly, and transformed into Voldemort's body.

"Who are you?"

Voldemort's eyes were equally cold and his appearance was equally handsome, but he was a bit less aloof and a bit more sinister than his counterpart.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of black smoke rushed out from Riddle's house and landed around the two of them one after another, forming a circular formation and surrounding the middle-aged man.

When the black fog dissipated, the Death Eaters wearing black hooded cloaks and bone masks appeared one by one, with fierce eyes faintly revealed from the masks.

Yes, they are still Death Eaters, not the Black Deaths created by Voldemort through the power of the Bewitched Monument. This flying spell that turns into black mist is a new demon invented by Voldemort himself based on the abilities of the Black Deaths.

curse.

However, even though he was surrounded, the middle-aged man still calmly stared at Voldemort's face for a long time.

"You are Voldemort-"

"How dare you call the master by his name!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a loyal Death Eater.

But Voldemort did not show any anger. Instead, he waved his hand and drove away the Death Eater.

"...Yes, I am." He looked directly into the middle-aged man's eyes calmly, his eyes full of indifference and cruelty, "No matter why you are here, this way of calling the door... seems a bit inappropriate.

Etiquette, right?”

Voldemort said, reaching out and pointing towards the wall of Riddle House, the black flames in his eyes jumped slightly.

"Really?" the middle-aged man said coldly, "Maybe it's a bit rude... but so what? I am not here to waste time when I enter the UK this time... I heard that you are very good at blood transformation magic?

"

Upon hearing this, Voldemort looked at the other party coldly, then narrowed his eyes and said: "Before asking questions, why don't you tell me your name first? Your Excellency!"

If Maka were here, he would definitely recognize her at a glance, but this was the first time for Voldemort to see this elegant middle-aged wizard.

The other party stared at Voldemort for a while, then nodded slightly.

"I am Eric de Size Blois."

In the magical world, a wizard with a long name may not necessarily have a deep family heritage, but a wizard with a deep and long family heritage will definitely have a name that is not short.

The only thing to pay attention to is the pure-blood wizard who takes the existing ancient castle as his surname and has a long list of names. As long as you have enough understanding of the wizard society in ancient times, you will never ignore any report.

Wizards with such names.

In the modern era where only sporadic information about ancient wizard society remains, there are not many wizards who understand this. Voldemort knew it thanks to his deep love for magic, but even so, he didn't know much.

"..." Voldemort was silent for a while, and then said, "Well, Mr. Blois... I am indeed good at blood transformation magic, but what do you want?"

"I need your ability to help the Blois family solve a problem that has lasted for thousands of years." Mr. Blois paused, and seeing that Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, he continued, "If you can agree, I can help you solve a problem that has lasted for thousands of years."

When you need it... help you!"

This sentence is actually talking about remuneration. Although Mr. Blois said it very vaguely, the meaning is not self-evident at all.

What is Voldemort's biggest problem right now? Of course, it is the general attack plan against the most difficult enemy in the British wizarding world - Hogwarts Castle!

But would Voldemort be satisfied like this?

"Mr. Blois," he still squinted his eyes, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, "I have to say that your chips are indeed very attractive to me... But, don't you think..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, he saw the wand in his sleeve raised, and a burst of black energy went straight to Blois.

You know, the two of them were only a few steps away from each other at this time! This unexpected attack would make any top Auror panic, and he might not even have a chance to react.

But the Mr. Blois in front of him had already noticed it the moment Voldemort's wand slipped from his palm.

At the same time that the black energy was gushing out in front of Voldemort, Mr. Blois had placed the wand across his chest, and then raised it steadily.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet squirmed, and a giant hand mixed with dirt, turf, and stones suddenly stretched out and struck Voldemort hard on the top of his head.

However, the black energy emitted by Voldemort had no impact on the giant hand at all.

"boom--"

At this moment, everyone knew how the wall of Riddle House collapsed just now.

Voldemort never expected that such terrifying ancient magic would exist in modern times. Moreover, the giant hand was so huge that even though he had turned around and turned into black energy, he was still blown away by the giant hand.

If that young master Tyfuler were here, he would definitely connect this giant hand made of mud and stone with the giant hand made of water that Maka made.

But even if compared with the entire ice giant, I'm afraid it's not as big as this giant hand of mud and stone, not to mention its attack speed.

Voldemort, who turned into black energy, was of course fine. This pure physical attack could hardly cause him any harm. The black energy that had been scattered gathered together again and condensed into a human form again.

But the three Death Eaters who were standing behind Voldemort just now suffered a disaster. Under this blow, the three people were directly smashed into a puddle of rotten flesh mixed with mud.

It is conceivable that just by looking at the strength of this giant hand of mud and stone, you can tell that it cannot be made by simply shaping mud and stones.

"...Ancient Summoning Technique?"

Voldemort was hanging in mid-air, with a rare solemn look on his handsome face.

But Mr. Blois said with an indifferent expression: "If you want to judge it based on the standards of modern magic theory, this is just a transfiguration spell."

The giant hand was propped on the ground, neither disappearing nor continuing to move. It seemed to be a deterrent, but it had already made all the Death Eaters retreat in horror.

"snort!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, and with a casual move, dozens of balls of black energy rose into the air from the private cemetery on the hill behind Riddle House, dragging their usual tail and rushing toward Blois.

That's the Black Death! The Black Death who has enhanced his body with alienated magic power!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

As the giant hand was raised to protect Mr. Blois, a series of heavy blows suddenly exploded. Rocks and soil flew everywhere, and even the giant hand showed faint signs of collapse.

But just like Maka's ice giant can be repaired with water, as long as the giant hand has material that can be filled, sufficient regeneration is just a matter of spending more magic power.

But will Mr. Blois only be beaten passively? Of course not!

However, he saw that the ground next to the giant hand was also squirming and rolling. With a wave of Blois's wand, another giant hand reached out of the ground and directly drew the Black Death disciples aside like swatting flies.

The next moment, the two giant hands pushed hard towards the ground, and with a momentum like a landslide and the earth cracking, a stone giant nearly a hundred feet in height suddenly rose up and stood in the air in front of the Riddle Mansion with great power.

On the ground.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't hurt me!" Voldemort couldn't help but feel annoyed when he saw this. To be honest, he didn't want to make such a big fuss right now, "I'm immortal! Do you understand?"

But Mr. Blois raised his head and said expressionlessly: "Really?"

The moment he finished speaking, his wand pointed directly at Voldemort. Suddenly, Voldemort was shocked to find that he felt an inexplicable sense of restraint, as if everything around him was squeezing towards him.

Generally, even the air seems to have stopped flowing.

Immediately afterwards, the stone giant swung his fist and hit Voldemort hard.

With a clearly audible muffled sound, Voldemort was thrown against the roof of Riddle House, and the bricks collapsed, completely burying him inside.

"Owner!"

The Death Eaters were all frightened, and most of them stood still and did not dare to move at all. There were a few loyal followers who were about to move, but they just took two steps and stopped one after another.

The stone giant is still standing in front! Even the great Dark Lord was smashed into the house like a toy. Even if they went up, their lives would be in vain.

For a moment, all the Death Eaters were in panic and were in a dilemma.