The blue flames danced happily out of the blessing of the magic flame. They ignored the resistance of the green flames, squeezed in forcefully, and then covered them to become another new line of words.
It's still composed of those letters, but the meaning is completely different.
Mr Tom a Dildo Lover(Mr Tom a Dildo Lover)
Voldemort, who was hugged by his subordinates, immediately made a resentful and trembling voice: "How dare you!"
Sean spread his hands indifferently: "You really have no sense of humor, Mr. Riddle."
The people around him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the sentences that Sean had changed. It seemed that Voldemort had a rather vicious reputation among this group of people.
Voldemort's voice was dry and weak, but the malice and viciousness in it could not be erased.
"Wallup, everything about you disgusts me—"
"That's really my honor~" Sean in the fire ring bowed politely and replied casually.
He is observing his surroundings.
What is certain is that he did come to the village of Little Hangleton, where Gaunt's old house is located. The public cemetery next to the church here is where Voldemort's biological father, Old Tom Riddle, is buried.
The last time he came here was at the end of second grade...
Sean glanced casually, and saw a shadow bug crawling out of his trousers under the cover of the firelight, then quietly blending into the shadows and crawling everywhere.
In addition to the short and fat figure holding Voldemort, there were dozens of figures surrounding him.
Moreover, with Sean's eyesight, it can be seen that most of the people here seem to be standing on the ground, but in fact they are floating - which means that most of the people here are half-ghosts, returning
important members of the group.
Based on my past experience, I can understand that not all the returnees are ghosts, but ghosts basically have a relatively high status in this organization - most of them are famous wizards who have died for a long time or ancestors of pure-blood families.
Most of the living members of the Returned are descendants of pure-blood families. They bear the task of walking in the world and have a lower status. Of course, their status is also directly related to the status of their ghost ancestors among the Returned.
Now, this group of returnees with high status in the organization surrounded Voldemort and surrounded himself...
It seems that the other party values me very much. In addition, Voldemort seems to be highly valued. Last time, Leon Schneider tried to obtain the "blood of the enemy" from himself. After the plan failed, there is still today's trap waiting for him.
Although, I stepped into this trap voluntarily...
However, this is not the point. The point is the people who can really threaten you.
Sean felt the magic carefully, and after dealing with the Guilters so many times, he learned the magic that could temporarily suppress the Magic of Guilty. He now has a good understanding of the nature of the magic that belongs to Guilty alone.
It seems that there is no guilt container, not even an Obscurus... The little guy in my body did not issue a warning, which means that the other party did not even bring the Mouth of Silence...
It's a bit strange. Voldemort knew that I had Obscurus in my body, but he didn't come with the Mouth of Silence...
The flash of thoughts was only for a moment. On the opposite side, Voldemort seemed to be in no rush to take action, even though he was held in his arms like a waste.
"Wallup, you are as good as ever."
"Both Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald have told me that people should stay true to themselves. I am very glad that I have done this - well, do you need me to teach you?" Sean said with a smile.
His purpose this time is to capture Voldemort alive, so the other party's delay can provide him with more space for observation - of course, all this must be based on his own safety. Sean has already obtained George Weasley's card.
in hand.
Once any abnormality occurs, he will leave the scene directly without giving the other party any chance.
"Sharp teeth, Wallop, I look forward to tearing that mouth of yours apart." Voldemort suppressed his anger.
"I'm looking forward to it too, but can you wash your hands before doing this? I have a slight mysophobia." When it comes to venomous tongues, Sean has never lost.
"I hope you can laugh in the future -" Voldemort's voice was extremely cold.
This sentence seemed to be a signal, and the returnees surrounding him all slowly moved closer to Sean's magic flame blessing.
Sean frowned slightly. This is the trouble for the Returned. As ghost bodies, they will not be harmed by most magic spells. Even the magic flame blessing developed by Grindelwald, whether it is the Fierce Fire or the Red Bold Loyalty Curse, will not be harmed by most spells.
Does no harm to ghosts.
His upgraded life-killing curse can actually deal with the opponent, but if possible, he doesn't want to be exposed now - if he faces an important figure among the returnees later, this will be his key method.
The basilisk remained in the ring, and the only thing left to deal with the returnees was another spell - Void Gaze. However, the developer of this spell was right in front of him...
My goal is still Voldemort. I can ignore the others. I don't want to annihilate them all. I don't have the ability now...
But the trap in front of them was a bit crude. If Reinhardt had not lied to him, the other party should have the means to enter the mirror space. At this time, in their expectation, their sister Ella should be alone and helpless in the mirror space.
Voldemort did not behave as he should when holding a hostage, which is not in line with his character - either Reinhardt lied to him, but the possibility of this is very small, or Reinhardt or Dumbledore
Either they received false news, or the returnees on both sides had the means to communicate immediately, they knew that the plan against Ella had not succeeded.
Of course, there is one last possibility. Voldemort doesn't know about this plan, and kidnapping Ella has other purposes...
Then why does Voldemort think that so many people can catch him? This guy has seen what [Arrogance] looks like when he wakes up. If they push me to that point, no one among them can survive, no matter if you are a ghost or an urgent need
The resurrected second generation Dark Lord.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If I had not transformed into a giant, although I would not have such strong magic power to deal with everyone, it would not be difficult for me to escape - given the current situation
See, you don't even need to use George Weasley's card.
Where did Voldemort get his confidence...
Sean held up his wand and observed the formation surrounding the returnees, while constantly releasing shadow bugs to obtain more information.
A guy wearing a black hood and walking at the front seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He swung his wand, and a red light shot out.
This magic spell became the signal for attack. Everyone present raised their magic wands and launched an attack on the monstrous magic flames.
Sean didn't fight back. He let the magic spell hit the blue magic flame and silently felt the opponent's strength.
As expected, the returnees present, whether they are ghosts or living people, at least have the strength of Aurors. After two rounds of curses, Sean's magic flame blessing has begun to stretch out flames towards the sky.
——This is a sign that the magic flame is gradually unable to absorb the magic spell.
In four more rounds at most, my magic flame will turn into a fire dragon and launch the final attack, although this attack will have no effect on most of the returnees...
However, the cemetery in this area will be completely destroyed by my magic flame, including the remains of Tom Riddle Sr. - although they are not the real remains.
But Voldemort, who didn't know this, couldn't let the flames rage. If he wanted to be resurrected, he had to use his father's bones - could he have kept them a long time ago?
Thoughts were swirling around him, and Sean, who was somewhat confused about what the other party was thinking, decided to take the initiative.
He stared at a returnee who was not a ghost in the crowd, and at the moment when the flames exploded in front of his eyes and obscured his vision, a magic spell roared out.
Something Sean didn't expect happened. Although his spell was blocked by flames and his speed was extremely fast, the opponent was not a weak hand. He should at least show blocking or dodging actions.
But that person didn't seem to notice Sean's spell at all and didn't make any move!
What's going on... Sean frowned subconsciously.
The curse roared away without even hitting any light from the returner. The target was very close at hand!
However, just when the spell was about to hit, an extremely strong palpitating feeling surged into Sean's heart, as if the person he was about to hit with the spell was himself!
The returnee finally raised his head, and the mouth exposed under the hood raised a ferocious arc.
There was a small crystal bottle hanging around his neck. There was a golden light flashing in the bottle. It seemed to be a fragment of something - it was that thing that caused Sean's heart palpitations.
However, the curse can no longer be taken back. Sean tried to use his strong will to change the trajectory of the curse, but the curse was shot out like an arrow leaving the county. How could it be possible to change the trajectory so easily?
Sean's efforts only had a little effect. The magic spell deflected slightly and did not hit the crystal bottle, but hit the target's shoulder.
The terrible palpitations surged crazily, and Sean felt as if his heart had been hit hard!
A wave of fluctuation spread out, a wave that Sean was very familiar with!
Yes...it's the fluctuation during a time accident! If you change the concept, this fluctuation can almost be regarded as a glance of the world's will!
Although this wave is extremely weak and cannot be compared with the wave caused by Grindelwald, but... how is it possible, how can my spell cause such an effect... What the hell is that!
With a few drops of sweat falling from his forehead, Sean looked at the crystal bottle in disbelief. The golden light spots in the bottle trembled violently when Sean's spell hit the target, like a star about to fall, because
This tremor causes time to fluctuate.
At this time, Voldemort's hearty laughter rang out, and the subordinate holding him slowly turned around so that Sean could see him.
There is not much difference from the image in my impression. It is a shriveled, disgusting, shrunken baby with no nostrils and only snake eyes that are sinister and cheerful.
Voldemort waved his hand, and the returner's attack temporarily stopped, and he let out a harsh laugh: "Oh, oh, oh - Wallop, I like your expression."
Sean didn't speak, but kept scanning. He found that everyone present had the same crystal bottle, and golden light spots were flashing on everyone's chest.
His hand was already holding George Weasley's card, and the joke he had prepared was about to blurt out.
This situation was not within my expectations and I could not continue to dwell on it.
Just when he was about to escape, Voldemort sneered: "Want to run away? Wallop? I advise you not to... Your dear teacher, Mr. Grindelwald, probably doesn't want you to run away either, right?"
With that said, the two returnees rushed into Sean's magic flame like crazy. They were also wearing those crystal bottles.
The tragic screams came. The two people were not ghost bodies and could not escape the harm of the magic flames - but the two waves trembled across the world again.
Sean's heart palpitations could not be eliminated at all.
Moreover, the two people did not know what magic spell they used before turning into ashes. The magic flame was separated into a cluster, and then floated in front of Voldemort.
"Still want to run, Wallop?"
Voldemort sneered, and the returnees immediately gathered around the cluster of demon flames and raised their own crystal bottles.
Sean lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness in his eyes.
That thing that I don’t know why can react with my own magic power to cause time fluctuations. If it is just like this, it would be okay. After all, the fluctuations are very weak and cannot cause time accidents. The palpitations caused seem to be only for me, and I
It's possible to break free from this feeling - but! Today is the day when Grindelwald becomes one!
Grindelwald is already at a critical juncture that dissolves time changes. If this kind of time fluctuation continues a little longer, the will of the world will notice the firelight that should be hidden in the curtain because of these fireflies!
The date of the last competition is the same as the date when Grindelwald merged into one. Although I divined Grindelwald's location through unstable coins and no one knew it - but the other party didn't need to know, he just needed to be able to influence it.
That’s it.
The fluctuations of time ignore distance and location...
Part of Trelawney's prophecy must have been spread. The other party lacked some key information, but they determined the key content - time is related to Grindelwald...
As Sean thought, Voldemort laughed happily: "Originally, this plan does not need to be so troublesome - Wallop, you can always block our way forward, but it's a pity that you are not tall enough.
There are too many gaps exposed.”
"Now that the matter has come to this, it doesn't hurt to tell you - Trelawney, that idiot, has wasted too much of her talent. After spending so much time and energy, her prophecies can still only come out intermittently, and they are even intercepted by you.
Part of it—luckily, we have quite a few prophets here.”
"Ha--" he laughed, "that time accident is indeed related to Grindelwald. Although we don't know what happened specifically, we got a prophetic revelation-today is the most critical day for Grindelwald and time.
day."
"But that old coward is well hidden - but it doesn't matter, we've got you here, Wallop!"
"Come on, come on, it's time for you to make a choice! Do you stand here and let me slaughter you, or do you choose to give up your dear teacher?"