Chapter 516: The Death of Voldemort

A simple thunderbolt explosion could not kill Voldemort, but it did make him quite embarrassed.

Only after he twisted his body in the air and managed to gain a foothold on the roof did he see clearly who had launched the sudden attack.

It was a handsome-looking black-haired boy. Voldemort had an impression of him. He seemed to be a child of the Lint family.

"I knew that the attack just now couldn't kill you - if I couldn't even dodge it, then I would be really disappointed." Rice did not rush to continue the attack, but started chatting with Voldemort.

"I have a suggestion. You commit suicide, and then I give the mouse to Dumbledore. This way everyone will be happy, how about it?"

Voldemort couldn't believe his ears: Not only did he want to hand over his servant, but he also wanted to commit suicide? !

Is this human language?

"It's still daytime, but I had a good dream." Voldemort sneered and responded with a killing curse.

After lightly dodging the so-called Unforgivable Curse, Les knocked Peter unconscious as he retreated into the corner and tried to escape.

This little mouse is pretty good at hiding. If you don't knock him out now, you'll have to look for him later.

Voldemort watched coldly as Les dealt with Peter Pettigrew.

To him, a timid slave was nothing.

Seeing that Voldemort was unwilling to accept his proposal, Rice didn't feel any strange emotions.

The current Voldemort has never experienced his own beatings and still has unrealistic fantasies. It is time for him to recognize the reality.

He flicked his wand, and a silver python sprang out from the tip and headed straight for Voldemort.

Voldemort pointed his wand down, directly activating several sets of decorative armor in the mansion, and rushed towards Rice.

"Let me try, what's the difference between you and you!" Les shouted, while blasting the three sets of armor that came towards him into pieces, he drove the Patron Saint to rush towards Voldemort.

"Humph!" Voldemort didn't understand what Rice was saying.

He casually transformed a python made of black smoke, fought with Les's patron saint, and then tried to restore the shattered armor.

"It's all in vain." Les stamped his feet lightly, causing the armor that was barely gathered together to return to its fragmented state.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's wand flew high into the sky, hanging in the sky like the sun, and then killing curses poured out from the tip of the wand like raindrops one after another, hitting Les.

A large hole suddenly appeared at Les' feet, and he fell through the hole, allowing the floor of the mansion to withstand the Killing Curse unleashed by Voldemort for him.

"Has he turned into a mouse?" Before Voldemort could finish his sarcastic words, a bad omen flashed through his mind.

He turned suddenly to the side, avoiding a strong and powerful wind.

Voldemort felt his left arm feel cold, and when he turned his head to look, he realized that half of his arm had been severed.

'when? What's going on? ’ His eyes caught a few reflections in the air, and Voldemort suddenly understood.

So that’s it!

Ice, that guy condensed the water in the air into ice, and then hit himself hard when he wasn't paying attention!

Such magic was something Voldemort had never even seen.

He suddenly understood why the young man was so confident. He does have such pride.

Voldemort even had a thought: that guy might really be stronger than him.

This thought only passed through his mind for a moment before Voldemort drove it out of his head. He refused to sit back and wait for death, and he would never accept the fact that an underage child was actually stronger than him.

His eyes became red.

The next moment, the entire Riddle Mansion shook. A few seconds later, with an earth-shattering explosion, the entire Riddle Mansion was reduced to rubble.

Voldemort was sure that if that person dared to stay in the mansion, he would be blown to pieces.

However, he felt that with that person's strength, it might not end so easily.

But the strange thing is that after the explosion, the young man from the Lint family disappeared.

‘Could he have escaped? ’ A thought flashed through Voldemort’s mind: ‘I feel that Lord Voldemort is not an easy target to defeat, so the inference of escaping is reasonable. ’

‘But would a young man with such power be the kind of person who would give up even when faced with difficulties? ’ Voldemort had mixed emotions.

But he was not idle either. Taking advantage of the break in the battle, he reattached his broken arm. Then he flicked his wand, and the lawn in front of the mansion surged.

One after another corpses with varying degrees of decay were turned inside out.

In the days after his resurrection, Voldemort had not considered the possibility of Dumbledore killing him. These corpses were a "meeting gift" he prepared for Dumbledore.

I don't expect these corpses to solve Dumbledore's problem, just cause him some trouble.

Les appeared not far away and threw Peter into the bushes. The dozen seconds he disappeared just now were wasted on this rat.

In an explosion of that magnitude, unless Peter was extremely lucky, the chance of surviving the explosion was basically zero.

Peter was still useful and could not die for the time being, so Leicester deliberately took him out of the mansion.

When he learned that Voldemort was going to reattach a severed arm, Les smiled: Tom, when reconnecting a severed limb, how can you not clean the wound?

Didn't you notice some broken ice on the wound?

Les walked slowly towards the ruins of Riddle's mansion. As he walked, clumps of mud flew onto him, forming a layer of mud armor for him.

When he arrived outside the ruins of the mansion, Les was relieved to find that Voldemort had not escaped, but seemed to be waiting for him.

Seeing the young man come back, his body seemed to have rolled in the swamp, and Voldemort couldn't help laughing.

"You don't think these rotten mud can block my spell, do you? Then you are really a real [Mudblood]." Voldemort said in a sarcastic tone.

Les glanced at him, did not answer, and charged directly at Voldemort.

This battle should come to an end.

To be honest, Voldemort is still quite capable, and he can make me feel like a warm-up now.

Voldemort thought the young man would come up with some new spells to open his eyes, but he actually adopted a primitive Muggle-like attack method, which made Voldemort very disappointed.

He casually cast a killing curse and decided to end this boring battle.

Voldemort also knew that sometimes if the barrier was thick enough, the killing curse would have no effect - the killing curse would only be effective if it hit the human body, so this killing curse was carefully improved by Voldemort, and it was completely different from the stupid killing curse of ordinary dark wizards.

This killing curse was a combination of the blasting curse and the killing curse, and it also had a certain degree of tracking ability.

On the surface, it was a simple killing curse, but in fact it was a "blasting curse" plus a "killing curse", and there were also subsequent spells to control the direction of these two spells.

Whether Rice wanted to use mud to block the killing curse or tried to move and dodge, it was futile!

Voldemort sneered and decided to kill the young man who suddenly appeared with such a spell that showed his extraordinary magical power, in order to commend his excellent state at the beginning of the battle.

Unexpectedly, Les was also quite surprised. He didn't expect Voldemort to come up with such a new trick for him.

It was really worth the trip! Les nodded, and then did not dodge, allowing the spell to hit his chest.

'It's hit, it's over! ' Voldemort shouted happily in his heart.

But something happened that surprised him: the pale green spell lost contact with him after it sank into the soil. There was no explosion, nor did it play the normal effect of the killing curse.

At the same time, the young man had already sprinted in front of him.

The wand in his hand became slender, looking like a branch, a fragile and easily broken branch.

But Voldemort had a hunch that being poked by this branch might be more serious than being hit by a meteorite.

Voldemort abandoned all distractions and put aside the confusion in his heart - he had to resist this attack first before he was qualified to think about the problem he had just encountered.

Facing Rice's attack, Voldemort prepared an armor spell and a wall of earth rising from the ground. But just as he was about to cast a spell, a chill spread through his limbs and bones, making his movements stiff for a moment.

This was obviously caused by Rice.

'Huh? When -' Voldemort was shocked, and then recalled the chill from the wound when the broken arm was attached to the wound.

He thought that the broken limb was hypothermic in the air, and the pain of the wound interfered with his thinking to a certain extent, so he did not take the abnormality of the arm to heart.

Now it seems that it was at that time that Rice took advantage of the opportunity to enter.

The stiffness of Voldemort's body was only a brief moment, but it was enough for him.

The slender branch in his hand pierced Voldemort's chest, piercing his entire body and emerging from his back.

Voldemort looked down at the branch on his chest in disbelief. He really couldn't figure out how it got in there.

He put his hand on the branch and tried to pull it out.

But the moment his hand touched the branch, the vitality in his body burst out like a flood, and was completely absorbed by the branch on his chest.

Voldemort's face became visibly haggard, and after a few seconds he looked like a dead body.

He fell backwards with his face up, fell to the ground, and the spirit in his eyes faded -

Voldemort, dead.

As soon as Les raised his hand, the branch turned into a wand again and flew back into his hand.

He glanced at Voldemort's body, then frowned: It stinks around here.

After Voldemort died, the group of corpses he summoned also lost their magic power instantly and turned into real corpses, and the stench of corpses also evaporated quickly.

Rice had no intention of cleaning up the mess for Voldemort.

Considering that the explosion of Riddle House was likely to alarm the nearby Muggles, Rice directly Apparated and took Voldemort's corpse, Nagini and Peter Pettigrew away from the ruined Riddle House.

A few minutes later, several Muggle residents living nearby came together, and were extremely shocked to find that Riddle House had turned into ruins, with dozens of corpses in varying degrees of decay scattered outside.

Such a weird scene cast a mysterious veil over Riddle House, which had already become an urban legend.

After Apparating with a bunch of "stuff" to a place that he thought was quiet, Rice threw Peter casually on the dusty and rotten floor, and then fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about why he was still here.

Voldemort was dead, and the fate of this world had been greatly disturbed. But why hadn't he used up the power of the wishing stone and returned to their world?

Could it be that the stone really had endless magic power, and could seal four strong men like himself in a parallel world forever?

Rice thought it was unlikely.

According to the classification of the gods, except for Rowena, who was in a worrying state, the four of them were all at the level of the main gods, and Helga was even the original complete body. It was too difficult to seal the four of them all the time.

So, he actually failed to significantly change the fate of this world?

Rice was confused: Was it because Voldemort was not dead yet?

At this time, he heard a rustling sound coming from the first floor of the room, and then the sound turned into the footsteps of humans walking. Rice couldn't help but be very curious: he chose the infamous Screaming Shack for a quiet place, but how could he meet people here?

Soon his doubts were answered, Sirius Black walked up the stairs from the first floor.

He was also extremely surprised, why would he meet someone in such a place?

Before Sirius could react, Rice controlled him with the petrification spell.

After seeing clearly who attacked him, Sirius's eyes shrank suddenly, and his eyes were full of incredible looks.

Rice took Sirius's wand away, and then lifted the petrification spell on him.

"Why are you here?" He asked Sirius a question, and then he found the answer: of course it was for Harry.

He made a little noise in Hogwarts, so it was normal for Sirius to rush to the vicinity of Hogwarts.

Sirius looked at the "student" in front of him who had killed two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in succession and broke into Gringotts to kill people, and his expression was extremely complicated.

But to be honest, he felt that what this young man did was still positive to a certain extent. For example, the Order of the Phoenix finally had no one to hinder its actions, and the goblins listened to the Ministry of Magic more.

"Les Lint, you--"

Les interrupted Sirius, saying that he came at the right time and he just happened to have something to ask him.

Sirius's expression suddenly became alert.

No matter how young Les looked, he was a demon with blood on his hands. What good could he do to him?

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