Chapter 266 Eric De Cize Blois

"boom"

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

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

He kept his sharp-edged face as usual, even though his current behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to the British Dark Lord, his face still remained unchanged.

There were two neatly trimmed beards on this man's lips, and an extremely high-end handmade wizard robe set off his tall and luxurious image, coupled with his own aura of a superior, no one could ignore it his presence.

At this moment, he just gently put away the magic wand that had just cast a spell, and then stood with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the half-walled Riddle Mansion, his feet motionless.

And in the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of bloody leather boots and half of the thigh were exposed through the gap, which revealed a piece of information invisibly. This is how he found the specific location of Voldemort's headquarters. !

"Hiss...ho..."

With a roar, a huge snake head poked out from the wall, the long and narrow snake-eyed clock was beating with black flames, and the long scarlet tongue kept swallowing, and it almost came close to the middle-aged man.

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

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

"Who are you?"

Voldemort's eyes were equally cold, and his appearance was equally handsome, but he was a little less aloof and a little more sinister than the other party.

Before the words were finished, more than ten streaks of black smoke rushed out from the Riddle Mansion, and landed around the two one by one, forming a circle to surround the middle-aged man.

When the black mist dissipated, Death Eaters wearing black hooded cloaks and bone masks appeared one by one, with fierce eyes peeking out from the masks.

Yes, they were still Death Eaters, not the Black Dead that Voldemort had created with the power of the Bewitching Tablet. This flying spell that turns into black mist is a new spell invented by Voldemort himself with reference to the abilities of the Black Death.

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

"You are Voldemort"

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

He had just begun to speak when a loyal Death Eater interrupted him.

But Voldemort didn't show an angry look. Instead, he waved the Death Eater away with a wave of his hand.

"...That's right, I am." He calmly looked straight into the eyes of the middle-aged man, his eyes were full of indifference and cruelty, "No matter why you came here, this way of calling the door... seems a bit inappropriate Etiquette?"

As Voldemort said, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the wall of the Riddle Mansion, the black flames in his eyes jumped slightly.

"Really?" The middle-aged man said coldly, "Maybe it's a bit impolite... But so what? I came to England this time, not to waste time... I heard that you are very good at blood transformation magic? "

Hearing this, Voldemort sized him up coldly, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Before asking a question, don't you give your name first? Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

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

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

"Myself, Eric de Cizeblois."

In the magic world, a wizard with a long name does 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 with the existing ancient castle as his surname, but with a long list of names.

As long as you have enough understanding of the wizarding society in ancient times, you will never ignore any wizard who reported this type of name.

In the modern age, where there are only sporadic information on the ancient wizarding society, there are not many wizards who understand this. Voldemort was able to know, thanks to his deep love of magic, but even so, he didn't know much.

"..." Voldemort was silent for a while, and 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 Bulova family solve a problem that has been left over for thousands of years." Mr. Blois paused, seeing that Voldemort's face remained unchanged, he continued, "If you can agree, I can be in When you need... help you once!"

This sentence is actually talking about remuneration. Although M. Blois spoke vaguely, the meaning was not at all self-evident.

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

But Voldemort, will this be enough?

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

Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, he raised his wand in his sleeve and went straight to Blois in a burst of black air.

You know, the distance between the two of them is only a few steps! This unexpected attack, any top Auror would be in a hurry, maybe he didn't even have a chance to react.

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

At the same time as the black air was gushing out in front of Voldemort, Mr. Blois had already laid his wand across his chest, and then raised it steadily.

Suddenly, the ground under his feet squirmed, and a giant hand mixed with mud, grass and stones suddenly stretched out and slammed down on the top of Voldemort's head.

And the black energy emitted by Voldemort did not affect the giant hand at all.

"boom"

Now, everyone knows how the walls of the Riddle Mansion collapsed just now.

Voldemort never expected that ancient magic with such terrifying power would exist in modern times. And that giant hand was really too huge, even though he had turned around and turned into black air, he was still smashed away by that giant hand.

If that young master Taifle was here, he would definitely connect this giant hand made of mud and stone with the giant hand made of water that Maca made.

But even if compared with the whole ice giant, it's probably not as huge as this mudstone giant hand, not to mention the attack speed.

Voldemort, who turned into black gas, is of course fine, this kind of pure physical attack can hardly cause him any harm. I saw that the black air that had been scattered gathered up again, condensing the human form again.

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

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

"...an ancient summoning technique?"

Voldemort was suspended in the air, a rare dignified expression appeared on his handsome face.

However, Mr. Blois said indifferently: "If you judge by the benchmark of modern magic theory, this is just transfiguration."

That giant hand was propped on the ground, neither disappearing nor continuing to move, as if it was a deterrent, but it had already made all the Death Eaters back away in horror.

"Humph!"

Voldemort snorted coldly, and with a casual move, dozens of clouds of black air rose into the sky from the private cemetery on the back hill of the Riddle Mansion, dragging their tails and rushing towards Bulova.

That's the black dead! The Black Dead Apostles are enhanced with alien magic powers!

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

As the giant hand was lifted up to protect Mr. Blois, a series of dull heavy blows suddenly exploded, and rocks and soil splashed for a while, and even the giant hand faintly showed signs of collapse.

But just like Maca'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 would Mr. Blois only be beaten passively like this? Of course not!

However, the ground next to the giant hand also squirmed and rolled, and with a wave of Bulova's wand, another giant hand protruded from the ground, pulling those black dead disciples aside like a fly swatter.

The next moment, those two giant hands pushed towards the ground violently, and with the momentum of a landslide, a stone giant with a height of nearly a hundred feet exploded, standing in the air in front of the Riddle Mansion full of power. on the ground.

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

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

At the moment before he finished speaking, his wand pointed directly at where Voldemort was. Immediately, Voldemort was shocked to find that he felt an inexplicable sense of restraint, as if everything around him was pressing against him, and even the air seemed to stop flowing.

Immediately afterwards, the stone giant swung a heavy fist and slammed it on Voldemort's body.

With a muffled sound that was clearly audible, Voldemort's entire body was smashed against the roof of the Riddle Mansion, and the bricks and tiles collapsed, completely burying him in it.

"Owner!"

The Death Eaters were all terrified, and most of them stood still and did not dare to move at all. There were a few loyal followers who were eager to move, but they had just taken two steps, but 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, they would die in vain.

For a moment, all the Death Eaters couldn't help but feel panicked, in a dilemma.