Chapter 515 You, the devil, really makes me happy
"Ridiculous!" Lucius couldn't help but curse out loud.
This is outrageous!
Salazar Slytherin was a wizard who lived a thousand years ago. His bones should have been rotten. How could he appear in front of him in this state?
Lucius could not accept this answer either rationally or emotionally.
"It's okay, I'll prove it to you." Rice was already used to other people not believing in his identity, and even proving his own identity was easy for him.
Rice attacked without warning.
With a shake of the magic wand, the body of the goblin standing in the front exploded into a ball of bloody mist.
Before the others and the goblins could react, the second and third groups of blood mist appeared.
Les waved his magic wand gently like a conductor of an orchestra. Every time the tip of the wand slashed down, a goblin died on the spot.
Of course, Rice is not a madman who only knows how to attack. He can use defensive magic or create a wall of earth to resist spells coming from all directions. He can also move to avoid attacks that can be easily avoided.
After fighting for a while, Les clearly felt that not only had the wizards' actual combat capabilities declined significantly, but the goblins' combat effectiveness was also not as good as it was a thousand years ago.
These Gringotts guards could not bring any pressure to him at all.
Les even had the time to show mercy - he simply disarmed the wizard guards and knocked them unconscious on the spot.
After a few minutes, Lucius was the only one left standing.
Feeling the thick smell of blood that almost turned into substance in his nostrils, Lucius felt that he couldn't even move a finger.
Les walked up to him. Despite being besieged by so many goblins and guards, not even a drop of blood got on his wizard robe.
He stretched and yawned: the greatest harm caused to him by this low-intensity battle was that his strength had invisibly declined.
Fighting with the weak all the time is the most terrifying way to weaken the strong. They corrode the edge of the strong like moist air and make them fall without realizing it.
Before, Rice could use the power of his domain to instantly kill those guys who were not strong enough, but now he has to use spells to target them one by one. This may be the biggest inconvenience of losing his domain.
"Okay, the troublesome things have been cleared away. Tell me the whereabouts of Voldemort. I believe you know it." Les looked at Lucius and said in an unquestionable tone.
Lucius was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Kill him, of course." Les said impatiently.
He didn't want to continue wasting time here.
Looking at the extremely confident Les, Lucius suddenly believed what he said.
The person in front of him could really be the wizard Salazar Slytherin who was active thousands of years ago. Although he didn't know why he appeared here, there was no doubt that he was resurrected.
After weighing the pros and cons in a very short time, Lucius decided to reveal Voldemort's whereabouts to Slytherin.
Doing this will only benefit him and not harm him.
"At the Riddle house, that's--" Before Lucius could finish his sentence, Les signaled that he didn't need to continue.
He is quite familiar with that place.
After waking up the two goblins who had led the way at first, Les ordered them to take him to the Lestrange family vault.
There was something there that he had to take from Gringotts today.
Soon, he got the Hufflepuff gold cup.
"Lucius, give it to Dumbledore. You are a smart man, you must know the consequences of lip service." Les glanced at Lucius and warned him.
After taking the gold cup from Rice's hand tremblingly, Lucius still plucked up the courage to ask Rice a question.
"Where is my nephew?"
Les was surprised by Lucius' courage.
In his impression, Lucius was a slippery fence-sitter who was always changing his mind and only cared about profit. He didn't expect him to be so resolute in the matter of his nephew, which really impressed him.
"I am your nephew. You can understand it as I awakened in his body after he turned sixteen."
Lucius's face turned pale instantly: Although he didn't quite understand the principle of what Slytherin meant, he could still understand the content: Has his nephew disappeared forever?
"You don't have to be too pessimistic. I'm just back here for a short period of time. When my mission is completed, your nephew will naturally come back."
All the color returned to Lucius's face.
"Don't worry, I will arrange everything." Les waved his hand to reassure Lucius.
"Thank you, thank you!" Lucius suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed easier to talk to than the Dark Lord.
"Remember to give the thing to Dumbledore. By presenting this thing, you will not suffer any loss in the future." After leaving these words, Les disappeared from the underground vault of Gringotts.
Lucius was overjoyed. He completely understood the hint from Lord Slytherin and also understood his mission.
When Rice reappeared, they had arrived at the village of Little Hangleton.
He wanted to find Voldemort to have a good fight with him so that he could see the world's top combat power.
Hopefully Voldemort won't let him down.
When he walked into the Riddle House again, Les noticed that although the exterior was still shabby, the interior of the mansion was quite clean.
It can be seen that Voldemort is a respectable man who is unwilling to stay in a doghouse-like environment.
As soon as Rice stepped onto the lawn of the mansion, a moving shadow caught his attention.
It was a large, shiny python, with its scales gleaming with a bronze luster in the sun. No matter from which angle you look at it, it was a very beautiful snake.
Les has never taken his eyes off the snake since he saw it.
It wasn't that he had any strange habits, but he saw the snake's unusual past.
It used to be a person.
Rice saw in it the future of Astoria.
If Astoria hadn't met him, she would have ended up like this one day, trapped in the body of a snake and unable to escape. In the end, the sanity in her soul would be erased bit by bit, leaving only the snake's instincts.
The witch's current state is not much different from that of a real snake.
Even in his prime, he was powerless to reverse the situation and could do almost nothing.
The big snake swam into the mansion, and Les followed her steps and easily found the Voldemort he had been thinking about.
The moment he walked into the room, Rice's eyes lit up: There was an unexpected gain!
It’s great that Peter Pettigrew is here too!
"You devil, you really make me happy."
This was the first sentence Voldemort heard, and then he found himself seemingly flying.
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