Chapter 267

"Boom -"

With a sudden explosion in Riddle House, it marked the uninvited arrival of a special guest.

If Voldemort is young and handsome, the uninvited guest is a middle-aged appearance full of mature man charm.

He always stretched his angular face. Even though his current behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to the British Dark Lord, his face remained unchanged.

The man's lips have two neatly trimmed beards, and a very high-grade pure handmade wizard's robe sets off his image straight and luxurious. Coupled with his own superior momentum, no one can ignore his existence.

At this moment, he just gently put away the wand that had just let go of a spell, then stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Riedel's house, which had collapsed half of the wall, and stood motionless at his feet.

In the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of bloody leather boots and half of his thighs were exposed in the gap, which virtually revealed a message - that's how he found the specific location of Voldemort's headquarters!

"Hiss... Ho..."

In a burst of roar, a huge snake head poked out of the wall. The long and narrow snake eye clock beat the black flame, and the long scarlet tongue kept huffing and puffing, almost reaching in front of the middle-aged man.

But the man was still unmoved. He didn't even turn his eyes. He just looked straight ahead calmly with his cold eyes.

At this time, a burst of black gas suddenly appeared out of thin air around, and suddenly condensed into Voldemort's body.

"You, who, who?"

Voldemort's eyes were also cold and handsome, but he was a little less arrogant and a little more sinister than the other party.

Before the voice fell, more than a dozen black smoke rushed out of Riedel's house and fell around them one by one, forming a circular array to surround the middle-aged man.

When the black fog dissipated, the Death Eaters wearing black hooded cloaks and bone masks showed their shapes one by one, and their fierce eyes came out from the masks.

Yes, they are still death eaters, not the Black Death created by Voldemort through the power of the bewitching monument. This flying spell turned into black fog is a new spell invented by Voldemort with reference to the ability of the black dead.

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

"You are Voldemort -"

"How dare you call your master's name!"

As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by a loyal Death Eater.

But Voldemort did not show anger. Instead, he waved the Death Eater back.

"... yes, I am." he calmly looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man, his eyes full of indifference and cruelty. "No matter why you come, this way of calling... Seems a little inappropriate?"

Voldemort said, pointing to the wall of Riddle's house, and the black flame in his eyes jumped slightly.

"Really?" the middle-aged man said coldly, "maybe it's a little impolite... But so what? I'm not here to waste time when I enter Britain this time... I heard that you are good at blood transformation magic?"

When Voldemort heard the speech, he looked at the other party coldly, then narrowed his eyes and said, "don't you report your name before asking questions? Cabinet and Xia!"

If Marca were here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance, but Voldemort saw the middle-aged wizard with good manners for the first time.

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

"I, Eric de sitz brova."

In the magic world, a wizard with a long name does not necessarily have a deep family inheritance, but a wizard with a long family inheritance must have a long name.

The only thing to pay attention to is the pure blood wizard who takes the existing ancient castle as his surname but has a long list of names. As long as we have enough knowledge of the wizard society in ancient times, we will never ignore any wizard who reported such names.

In modern times, where there are only sporadic social data of witches in ancient times, there are few witches who understand this. Voldemort can know, thanks to his deep love for magic, but even so, he doesn't know much.

"..." Voldemort was silent for a moment and then said, "well, Mr. brova... I'm really good at blood transformation magic, but what do you want?"

"I need your ability to help the brova family solve a problem left over for thousands of years." Mr. brova paused and saw that Voldemort's face remained unchanged, so he continued, "if you can promise, I can... Help you when you need it!"

This sentence is actually talking about compensation. Although Mr. blova said it vaguely, the meaning was self-evident.

What is Voldemort's biggest problem now? Of course, it is the general attack plan for Hogwarts castle, the most difficult nail house in the British magic world!

But Voldemort, will this be enough?

"Mr. brova," he still narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold and terrible, "I have to say that your chips really attract me... But don't you think..."

Before Voldemort finished, he saw the wand in his sleeve, and a black breath went straight to blova.

You know, at this time, the two people are only a few steps away! This unexpected attack means that any top Auror will be in a hurry and may not even have a chance to respond.

But in front of him, Mr. brova was aware of the moment Voldemort's wand fell into his palm.

At the same time that the black gas gushed out in front of Voldemort, Mr. blova had put his wand across his chest and then picked it up steadily.

For a moment, the ground under his feet squirmed, and a huge hand mixed with soil, turf and stones suddenly stretched out and hit Voldemort on the top of his head.

The black gas emitted by Voldemort had no effect on the giant hand at all.

"Boom -"

Now everyone knew how the wall of Riedel's house collapsed just now.

Voldemort did not expect that there would be such terrible ancient magic in modern times. And the giant hand was really too huge. Even though he had turned and turned into black gas, he was directly scattered by the giant hand.

If master tefuller were here, he would certainly connect the giant hand composed of mud and stone with the giant hand composed of water made by Maka.

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

Of course, Voldemort turned into black gas is fine. This pure physical attack can hardly cause damage to him. I saw that the scattered black gas gathered again and agglutinated the human form again.

But just now the three Death Eaters standing behind Voldemort suffered. Under this smash, the three people were directly smashed into a pool of muddy rotten meat.

It is conceivable that just looking at the strength of this giant hand of mud and stone, it is by no means possible to get it out by simply shaping soil and stones.

"... ancient summoning?"

Voldemort hung in the air, and a rare dignity appeared on his handsome face.

But Mr. blova said indifferently: "if we want to judge by the benchmark of modern magic theory, it's just deformation."

The giant hand was on the ground, neither disappeared nor continued to move, as if it were a deterrent, but it had made all the Death Eaters retreat far away in fear.

"Hum!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, and with a move, more than ten black clouds rose from the private cemetery on the back mountain of Riddle's house, and rushed towards blova with his usual tail.

That's the black death! Enhance the black death of the body with the magic of alienation!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, Bang..."

As the giant hand was lifted up and protected in front of Mr. blova, a series of dull heavy blows suddenly exploded. For a time, stones and soil splashed, and even the giant hand faintly showed signs of collapse.

But just as Maka's ice giant can be repaired with water, as long as the giant hand has something to fill, it takes more magic to regenerate enough.

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

But I saw the ground beside the giant hand wriggling and rolling. With the wave of brova's wand, another giant hand leaned out of the ground and pulled the black dead aside like a fly swatter.

At the next moment, the two giant hands suddenly propped up to the ground. With the momentum of collapse, a stone giant with nearly 100 feet roared up and stood in the open space in front of Riedel's house.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't hurt me!" Voldemort was angry. To be honest, he didn't want to make such a big noise at the moment. "I'm immortal! Understand!"

But Mr. blova raised his head, said expressionless, "really?"

Just as he spoke, his wand pointed directly at Voldemort's place. Suddenly, Voldemort was stunned to find that he felt an inexplicable sense of bondage, as if everything around him was squeezing towards him, and even the air seemed to stop flowing.

Then the stone giant hit Voldemort with a heavy fist.

In a clear and audible muffled sound, Voldemort was smashed into the roof of Riddle's house, accompanied by a collapse of bricks and tiles, which completely buried him.

"Master!"

The death eaters were frightened and most of them stopped where they were and didn't dare to move. There were several loyal followers ready to move, but they just took two steps, but they 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, they just died in vain.

For a time, the death eaters were in a dilemma.