Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 266: Eric De Sitz Blois

"Boom"

With a blast sounded abruptly in Riddle's House, marking the uninvited visit of a special guest.

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

He continued to squeeze that angular face, even if his current behavior is undoubtedly a provocation to the British Dark Lord, his face still remains unchanged.

The man’s lips have two neatly trimmed beards, and a very high-end handmade wizard robe sets off his image upright and luxurious, coupled with his own superior aura, everyone Can't ignore his existence.

At this moment, he just gently put away the wand that had just let off a spell, and then stood with his hand holding his hand, looking at the Riddle Mansion, which had collapsed half of the wall, with his feet motionless.

And in the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of **** leather boots and half of the thigh were exposed in the gap, which invisibly revealed a message that he found the Voldemort headquarters. Specific location!

"His...why..."

In a roar, a huge snake head came out from the wall. The long and narrow snake-eye clock was beating with black flames, and the long scarlet tongue kept swallowing, almost reaching the middle-aged man’s. before.

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

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

"You, who are you?"

Voldemort's eyes were equally cold, and his appearance was equally handsome, but he was a bit less arrogant and a bit more shameless than the opponent.

Before the words fell, dozens of black smoke burst out from Riddle's Mansion, falling around the two one after another, forming a circle to surround the middle-aged man.

When the black mist dissipated, the Death Eaters wearing black hooded cloaks and bone masks appeared one by one, and their fierce gazes loomed through the masks.

Yes, they are still Death Eaters, not the Dark Deaths created by Voldemort through the power of the Bewitching Monument. This flying curse that turned into a black mist was a new curse that Voldemort himself invented by referring to the power of the Black Death.

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

"You are Voldemort"

"How dare you call the master's name directly!"

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

But Voldemort didn't show irritation. Instead, he waved his hand and waved the Death Eater back.

"...Yes, I am." He looked directly into the middle-aged man's eyes calmly, his eyes full of indifference and cruelty, "No matter why your Excellency is here, this way of calling the door... seems a little bit It’s not very polite, right?"

As Voldemort said, he reached out his hand and pointed at the wall of Riddle's Mansion, the black flame in his eyes twitched slightly.

"Really?" The middle-aged man said coldly, "Perhaps it is a bit rude...but so what? I entered the UK this time, not here to waste time...I heard that you are very good at bloodlines. Transformation magic?"

When Voldemort heard the words, he looked at the opponent coldly, then squinted his eyes and said: "Should you not report your name before asking the question? Ge, next!"

If Maca was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance, but Voldemort was the first time he saw this well-mannered middle-aged wizard.

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

"Myself, Eric Desiz Blois."

In the magic world, wizards with long names do not necessarily have a deep family heritage, but wizards with a long family heritage must have a long name.

The only thing to pay attention to is the pure-blood wizard who has a long list of names with the surname of the existing ancient castle. As long as you have a sufficient understanding of the wizarding society in ancient times, you will never ignore any wizard who reported this type of name.

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

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

"I need your ability to help the Blois family solve a problem that has been left over thousands of years." Mr. Blois paused, seeing Voldemort's face unchanged, and continued, "If you can agree, I can help you once when you need it!"

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

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

But Voldemort, would this be enough?

"Mr. Blois," he still squinted his eyes, his eyes horribly cold, "I have to say, your bargaining chips really attract me...but, don't you think..."

Voldemort hadn't finished saying this, but when he saw his wand raised in his sleeve, a burst of black air went straight to Blois.

You know, the two of them are only a few steps apart at this time! This was a surprise attack. In other words, any top Auror would be in a hurry and might not even have a chance to react.

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

At the same time that the black air in front of Voldemort was gushing out, Mr. Blois had put his wand across his chest, and then steadily picked it up.

In an instant, the ground under his feet squirmed, and a giant hand mixed with mud, turf, and stones suddenly stretched out and slammed it down on Voldemort's head.

The black energy that Voldemort uttered did not have any effect on the giant hand at all.

"Boom"

Now, everyone knows how the walls of Riddle's House collapsed just now.

Voldemort did not expect that there will be ancient magic with such a terrifying power in modern times. Moreover, the giant hand was really too big, even though he had turned and turned into black energy, he was still shot loose by the giant hand.

If the Master Tefler were here, he would inevitably link this giant hand made of mud and rock with the giant hand made of water made by Maca.

But even if compared with the entire ice giant, I am afraid that it is not as huge as this giant mudstone hand, not to mention the attack speed.

Of course, Voldemort, who turned into black energy, was fine. This kind of pure physical attack could hardly cause him any harm. I saw the black energy that had been photographed regrouped again, gathering the human form again.

But the three Death Eaters who stood behind Voldemort just now suffered. Under this smash, the three were directly smashed into a pool of muddy flesh.

It is conceivable that just by looking at the strength of this giant mud stone hand, this is by no means a simple shape of mud and stones.

"...Ancient Summoning Technique?"

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

Mr. Ke Blois said indifferently: "If you want to judge by the basis of modern magic theory, this is just a transformation technique."

The giant hand was resting on the ground, not disappearing or continuing to move, as if it were a deterrent, but it had caused all the Death Eaters to retreat far away in horror.

"Huh!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, and with a gesture, dozens of black qi leaped into the air from the private cemetery on the back hill of Riddle's House, dragging his tail often toward Blois.

That's the Black Death! The black dead man who has strengthened the **** with the magic of alienation!

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

As the giant hand was lifted up and guarded in front of Mr. Blois, a series of dull thumps suddenly exploded, and the soil splashed for a while, and even the giant hand showed signs of collapse. .

But just as the ice giant of Maca can be repaired with water, as long as the giant hand has something to fill in ~ IndoMTL.com~ sufficient regeneration is just a matter of more magic.

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

However, I saw that the ground next to the giant hand was also wriggling and rolling. Under the wave of Blois’s wand, another giant hand protruded out of the ground, drawing the black dead directly to the surface like a fly. Aside.

The next moment, those two giant hands slammed into the ground, and with the momentum like a mountain and the ground, a stone giant nearly a hundred feet in full burst into a violent violent, standing in full force in Riddle's Mansion. In the open space before.

"Don't waste your energy, 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 noise right now, "I am immortal! Understand!"

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

At the moment before his words, 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 him, and even the air seemed to stop flowing.

Immediately afterwards, the stone giant threw a heavy fist and hit Voldemort's body severely.

With a clear and audible muffled sound, Voldemort was smashed into the roof of Riddle's House, and the bricks collapsed and collapsed, completely burying him in it.

"Master!"

The Death Eaters were all horrified, and most of them stopped and did not dare to move. There are a few loyal followers who are ready to move, but they have just taken two steps, but they have 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, and even if they went up, it was nothing but death.

For a time, the Death Eaters couldn't help being panicked, and they were in a dilemma.