Chapter 266: Eric de Ciz Blois

"boom"
The sudden sound of a bang in Riddle House marked the unsolicited arrival of a special guest.
If Voldemort is a young and handsome young man now, then this uninvited guest is a middle-aged man full of the charm of a mature man.
As usual, he stretched that angular face, and even though his current behavior was undoubtedly a provocation against the Dark Lord of Britain, his face remained unchanged.
The man's lips have neatly trimmed beards, an extremely high-end handmade wizard robe sets his image upright and luxurious, and with the momentum of the superiors he has, no one can ignore it. His presence.
At this moment, he just retracted the wand that had just passed a magic curse gently, and stood with his hands on his back, staring blankly at Riddle House, which had collapsed half of the wall, without moving his feet.
In the pile of bricks formed by the collapse of the wall, a pair of leather boots and half-length thighs were exposed in the gap, which revealed a message that he found the exact location of Voldemort's headquarters. !!
"His ... hmm ..."
In a roar, a huge snake head protruded from the wall. The narrow snake-eye clock was beating with black flames, and the scarlet long tongue kept swallowing, almost reaching the middle-aged man.
But the man remained unmoved, not even turning his eyes, just staring straight ahead with his cold eyes calmly.
At this moment, a sudden burst of black gas appeared from the surroundings, and it suddenly condensed and turned into Voldemort's body.
"who are you?"
Voldemort's eyes were also cold and handsome, but he was a little less arrogant and shameful than his counterpart.
The words did not fall, dozens of black smoke burst out from inside Riddle House, and successively fell around the two, 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 appeared one by one, and their fierce eyes were looming out of the mask.
Yes, they are still Death Eaters, not Black Deaths that Voldemort used the power of the Bewitching Stele to shape. This flying spell that turned into black mist was a new spell that Voldemort himself invented with reference to the power of the Black Dead.
However, even after being surrounded, the middle-aged man was still calm and stared at Voldemort's face for a long time.
"You are Voldemort"
"Dare to call the owner's name!"
As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by a loyal Death Eater.
But Voldemort did not show an angry look, but instead waved his hand and waved the Death Eater back.
"... Yes, I am." He stared calmly into the eyes of the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with indifference and cruelty, "No matter what your lord came from, this way of calling ... seems a bit out of place. Etiquette? "
Voldemort said, reaching for the wall of Riddle House, and the black flame in his eyes jumped slightly.
"Really?" The middle-aged man said coldly, "Maybe it's a bit rude ... but what about it? I didn't come here to waste time when I entered the UK ... I heard that you are very good at transforming magic in bloodline? "
Voldemort heard the words, and looked at the other person with a cold eye, then squinted and said, "Don't you first report your name before asking a question? Court, second!"
If Maca were here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance, but Voldemort would be the first time to see this good-looking middle-aged witch.
The other stared at Voldemort again, then nodded slightly.
"Personally, Eric Dessiz-Blois."
In the magic world, a long-named wizard does not necessarily have a deep family heritage, but a long-standing family has a long-established wizard, but it must have a short name.
The only thing to note is the pure-blood wizard who uses the existing ancient castle as his surname but has a long list of names. As long as you have a sufficient understanding of the ancient wizarding society, you will never ignore any wizard who reports this type of name.
In ancient times when the social data of ancient wizards is only sporadic, there are not many wizards who understand this. Voldemort could know it, thanks to his deep love for magic, but even so, he didn't know much.
"..." Voldemort was silent for a moment, then said, "So, Mr. Blois ... I am really good at bloodline transformation magic, but what do you want?"
"I need your ability to help the Blois family solve a problem that has been left for thousands of years." Mr. Blois paused, seeing Voldemort's face unchanged, and then continued, "If you can agree, I can When you need ... help you once! "
This sentence is actually talking about compensation. Although Mr. Blois was vague, the meaning was self-explanatory.
What is the biggest trouble for Voldemort? Of course, it is the general attack plan for the most difficult nail house Hogwarts Castle in the British magic world!
Voldemort, would that be enough?
"Mr. Blois," he still squinted, his eyes grimly cold, "I have to say that your chips really appealed to me ... but you don't think ..."
Voldemort hadn't finished his words, but when he saw the wand in his sleeve lifted, a black gas went straight to Blois.
You know, the two were just a few steps apart at this time! This unpredictable attack, in the case of any top Aurora, would be frantic, and maybe there would be no chance to respond.
But the Mr. Blois in front of him was aware of the moment Voldemort's wand slipped into the palm of his hand.
At the same time that the black gas was flowing in front of Voldemort's body, Mr. Blois had crossed his wand across his chest, and then steadily picked it up.
In a moment, the ground under his feet squirmed, and a giant hand mixed with dirt, turf, and stones suddenly stretched out, smashing hard against Voldemort's head.
The black gas emitted by Voldemort did not have any effect on the giant hand at all.
"boom"
Now, everyone knows how the walls of Riddle House just collapsed.
Voldemort did not anticipate that there would be such a terrible ancient magic in modern times. And the giant hand is really too huge, even though he has turned into black gas, he was still scattered directly by the giant hand.
If Master Tyfeller was here, he would surely associate the giant hand made of mudstone with the giant hand made of water by Maca.
But even when compared with the whole Ice Giant, I am afraid that it is not as big as this mud-stone giant, let alone the attack speed.
Voldemort, who turned into black gas, was of course okay, and this pure physical attack could scarcely hurt him. I saw that the black gas that had been smashed back together again, condensing the human form again.
But the three Death Eaters who were standing behind Voldemort just now were hit. Under this smash, the three were directly smashed into a pool of muddy rotten meat.
It is conceivable that just looking at the strength of this mudstone giant hand, this is by no means a simple shape of mud and stones.
"... Ancient Summoning?"
Voldemort hung in the air, a rare dignity appeared on his handsome face.
But Mr. Blois said indifferently: "If you want to judge by the standard of modern magic theory, this is just metamorphosis."
The giant hand stood on the ground and did not disappear or continue to act, as if it were a deterrent, but it had already let all Death Eaters back away in terror.
"Humph!"
Voldemort snorted coldly, and with one stroke, dozens of black gas rose from the private cemetery in the back mountain of Riddle House, dragging his often tail toward Blois.
That's the Black Dead! The Black Dead enhanced by the magic of alienation!
"Hmm ..."
As the giant hand lifted up and stood in front of Mr. Blois, a series of dull thumps blew suddenly. As soon as the earth and rocks splashed, even the giant hand showed signs of collapse.
But just as Maca's ice giant can be repaired with water, as long as the giant hand has a material to fill ~ EbookFREE.me ~ regeneration is just a matter of more magic.
But could Mr. Blois be beaten so passively? Of course not!
But the ground next to the giant hand also wriggled and rolled up. Under the wave of Blois's wand, another giant hand protruded out of the surface, drawing the black dead directly to the side like shooting a fly.
At the next moment, the two giant hands slammed into the ground. With the momentum like a landslide, a stone giant with nearly a hundred feet exploded suddenly, standing in the air in front of Riddle House with great power. On the ground.
"Don't waste your energy, you can't hurt me!" Voldemort was annoyed at seeing this, and to be honest, he didn't want to make such a big noise right now, "I'm not dead! Understand!"
But Mr. Blois looked up, and said blankly, "Really?"
The moment his voice did not fall, his wand pointed directly at Voldemort. Suddenly, Voldemort found in amazement 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 giant stone waved his fist heavily and slammed it on Voldemort's body.
In a clear and audible muffled sound, Voldemort was smashed to the roof of Riddle House, with the bricks collapsing and collapsing, and buried him completely.
"the host!"
The Death Eaters were frightened, and most of them stayed in place and didn't dare to move. There were a few loyal followers, but they just took two steps and stopped.
That stone giant is still standing in front of it! Even the great Dark Lord was smashed into the house like a toy, and even if they went up, they were just dead.
For a time, the Death Eaters couldn't help but feel a dilemma.