Chapter 102 Masked Rider Chronos

Squeak.

The sound of the door opening was particularly obvious in the silent church at this moment.

Old Hanks pulled out his wand and pointed it at the entrance of the church.

I heard that you sold Lucius a wand? It was a thin figure in a black robe, but his voice was strangely sharp and as cold as the wind.

Somehow, this voice made the sparse hair on the back of Hanks' neck stand up.

Who are you? Old Hanks clenched his wand and kept rubbing the door key with his other hand.

I cast an anti-portkey spell around you. The man said lazily.

For the wand that Old Hanks pointed at him, it was like looking at a wooden stick.

Anti-portkey spell? I haven't heard of it. Old Hanks put down the door key.

Are you trying to delay time?

No one else can come in here now, even wizards.

You only have to answer my questions now! His voice suddenly rose and became sharp and piercing.

What should I call you? Old Hanks took a deep breath and pretended to be calm.

Humph, my name!

Do you dare to pronounce my name? The black-robed man sneered.

Voldemort! Old Hanks exclaimed.

In the wizarding world, this is the only name that no one dares to pronounce.

You, you?

Why? Old Hanks stuttered.

The black-robed man lifted his hood, revealing a head that was paler than a skull, full of blue veins, two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and a face with two slits in the nostrils.

Oh, so smart! Voldemort smiled, and his slender pale fingers tapped on the wooden table, as if reminding him of something.

Greyback! Old Hanks exclaimed, but the next second he wanted to strangle himself to death.

Because the more he knew, the closer he was to death.

Fenrir Greyback might be the most ferocious werewolf in the world today.

He made it his mission to bite and infect as many people as possible, and wanted to create a large number of werewolves to defeat wizards.

Greyback specializes in children, biting them when they are young, and then taking them away from their parents to cultivate their hatred of wizards.

He has a messy gray hair and beard, pointed yellow teeth, mouth ulcers, and a strange smell from time to time, mixed with the smell of dust, sweat, and blood.

And the man in front of him, who is almost Voldemort, has this smell.

The most important thing is that he has seen Greyback before. Although the man in front of him has changed a lot, he can still see the shadow of Greyback.

You are really smart. This body was provided to me by him. It's hard for you to recognize him. After all, this body has been. He can obviously be the same as Quirinus.

If it wasn't that guy, he should be the diary. My stupid servants also betrayed me. For a guy who is only 17 years old!

And Harry Potter, they don't think he is really more powerful than me, Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in history! Voldemort turned around the table, maybe because he hadn't talked to anyone for too long, or maybe because he thought that Old Hanks would die at his hands soon, he talked a lot.

Some secrets that even the Death Eaters closest to him didn't know kept coming out of his mouth.

Old Hanks didn't think about resisting, but a strange force suddenly bound him.

The secrets in Voldemort's mouth were like a kind of magic. As his words became more and more secretive, the power became deeper and stronger. This is a ritual!

At the cost of revealing one's own secrets, bind others.

So, Voldemort might really be weak? Old Hanks couldn't help thinking.

Because he was not even willing to spend extra magic to release a simple spell.

Instead, he used a more labor-saving ritual.

However, even the weakest Voldemort was much stronger than Old Hanks now.

Old Hanks has now lost control of his body.

You have discovered it now, right? I gave you a chance to answer my question about the Dark Lord. Now, I will go and see it myself.

The invisible force slowly and firmly turned the old Hanks' head towards Voldemort.

The red eyes looked brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a snake.

Pause! A majestic and deep voice sounded from Voldemort's ear.

Before Voldemort could react, he didn't even have time to open his eyes wide, and everything stopped.

The faint sounds of wind blowing leaves and mosquitoes flapping their wings outside the church stopped abruptly.

It was as if time had suddenly stopped!

The distant and resounding bells began to ring, and the environment in the church changed. A huge clock appeared in the original position of the statue.

The bells disappeared, and with the sound of the clock hands turning one by one, a figure appeared in front of the clock.

Time resumed its flow.

You are! As he said this, Voldemort's body turned into black smoke and ran out.

How could it be! Voldemort, who had just rushed out of the church, reappeared in human form.

The most powerful dark wizard?

I can't pretend I haven't heard this. Hearing this, Voldemort looked at the figure. He didn't look like a wizard at all. He was dressed like a Muggle, wearing a silver-gray suit and drooping eyelids.

Who are you! Voldemort gasped, and old Hanks beside him fell to the ground.

I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by, remember this! A clock-like thing appeared in the man's hand, and a belt made of unknown metal also appeared.

As the clock was inserted into the right side of the belt, the hands of the clock behind the man also pointed to the 12 o'clock position, and the bell began to ring.

gashat! Transformation!

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up.

The Rider of the Sky, the Chronicle, is the ultimate moment at this moment!

Kamen Rider Chronos! A bronze and black armor covered the man.

Chronos, the God of Time? Arrogant! Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light of death shot at the man.

pause! Time stopped again.

The green light of death, which the magic world believed could not be countered by any spell, stopped in front of the man at this moment.

Kick, kick.

Footsteps sounded in this silent church.

The man walked in front of Voldemort.

Hush.