Chapter 516 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 successfully stood on the roof did he see clearly who launched the surprise attack.

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

"I knew that I couldn't kill you with that move just now - I would be really disappointed if you can't even dodge it." Instead of rushing to continue attacking, Les started chatting with Voldemort.

"I have a suggestion. You kill yourself, and I'll give the mouse to Dumbledore. That way everyone will be happy. How about that?"

Voldemort couldn't believe his ears: not only was he going to hand over his servant, he was also going to commit suicide? !

Is this human talk?

"It's still daytime, but I'm having a sweet dream." Voldemort sneered and responded with a Killing Curse.

After lightly dodging the so-called Unforgivable Curse, Les knocked out Peter, who was hiding in the corner and trying to escape.

This little mouse is quite good at hiding. If you don't knock him out now, you'll have to spend a lot of time looking for him later.

Voldemort watched coldly as Rice dealt with Peter Pettigrew.

To him, a cowardly servant meant nothing.

Seeing that Voldemort was unwilling to accept his proposal, Les did not feel any strange emotions.

Voldemort has not experienced the beatings from me yet, and he still has unrealistic fantasies. It's time for him to face reality.

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

Voldemort pointed his wand, directly moving several sets of decorative armor in the mansion and rushing towards Les.

"Let me try, what's the difference between you and yourself!" Les shouted, blasting the three sets of armor that were rushing towards him into pieces, and driving the Patronus to pounce on Voldemort.

"Hmph!" Voldemort didn't understand what Les was saying.

He casually conjured up a python made of black smoke, which fought with Les's patronus, and then tried to restore the shattered armor.

"It's all in vain." Les stomped his feet lightly, and the armor that was barely held together returned to its fragmented state.

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

A big hole suddenly appeared under Les' feet, and he fell into the hole, letting the floor of the mansion withstand the Killing Curse released by Voldemort for him.

“Has it turned into a rat?” Before Voldemort could finish his sarcastic words, a bad omen flashed through his mind.

He suddenly leaned to the side and avoided a strong gust of wind.

Voldemort felt a chill on his left arm, and when he turned his head, he discovered that half of his arm had been cut off.

'When? What happened?' His eyes caught a few reflections in the air, and Voldemort suddenly realized what was going on.

So that’s it!

Ice, that guy condensed the water in the air into ice, and then attacked me when I wasn't paying attention!

Such magic was something Voldemort had never even seen.

He suddenly understood why the young man was so confident. He really had the capital to be so proud.

A thought even flashed through Voldemort's mind: that guy might actually be stronger than himself.

The thought only flashed through his mind before Voldemort drove it out of his head. He was unwilling to sit there and wait for death, nor could he accept the fact that an underage child was stronger than himself.

His eyes turned red.

The next moment, the entire Riddle Mansion began to shake. A few seconds later, accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion, the entire Riddle Mansion was reduced to ruins.

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

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

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

"Could he have escaped?" A thought flashed through Voldemort's mind: "I think Lord Voldemort is not an easy target to defeat, so it is reasonable to infer that he escaped."

"But would a young man with such power be the kind of person who would back down when faced with difficulties?" Voldemort was confused.

But he was not idle, and took advantage of the gap in the battle to reattach his broken arm. Then he shook his wand, and the lawn in front of the mansion began to surge.

Corpses in varying stages of decay were pulled out one after another.

In the days after his resurrection, Voldemort had considered the possibility that Dumbledore would come to kill him, and these corpses were a "greeting gift" he prepared for Dumbledore.

Don't expect these corpses to kill Dumbledore, just give him some trouble.

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

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

Peter is still useful and cannot die for the time being, so Lester deliberately took him out of the mansion.

Upon learning that Voldemort was going to reattach his severed arm, Les smiled and said: Tom, when reattaching a severed limb, how can you not clean the wound surface?

Didn’t you notice some broken ice on the cross section of 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.

Arriving 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 coming back, his body looking as if he had fallen into a swamp and rolled around, Voldemort could not help laughing.

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

Les glanced at him, made no reply, and charged straight at Voldemort.

It's time to put an end to this battle.

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

Voldemort thought that the young man would come up with some new spell to open his eyes, but he turned out to have adopted a primitive Muggle-like attack method, which greatly disappointed Voldemort.

He casually threw a killing curse, deciding 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 very different from the stupid Killing Curse of ordinary dark wizards.

This killing curse is a combination of the blasting curse and the killing curse, and also has a certain degree of tracking ability.

On the surface, it looks like a plain Killing Curse, but in fact it is an "Explosion Curse" plus a "Killing Curse", and there are subsequent spells to control the direction of these two spells.

Whether Les tried to use mud to block the killing curse or tried to move and dodge, it was all in vain!

Voldemort sneered and decided to use a spell that demonstrated his extraordinary magical strength to kill this young man who suddenly appeared, in recognition of his excellent condition at the beginning of the battle.

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

It was worth the trip! Rice nodded, and then did not dodge, letting the spell hit his chest.

"It's done, it's over!" Voldemort shouted in joy in his heart.

But something happened that surprised him greatly: the pale green spell lost contact with him after it sank into the soil. There was no explosion, nor did it exert 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 grew thinner, looking like a branch, a fragile, easily broken branch.

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

Voldemort put aside all distracting thoughts and the confusion in his heart - he had to fend off this attack 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 the spell, a chill spread through his limbs, causing his movements to freeze for a moment.

This was obviously Rice's trick.

"Hmm? When—" Voldemort was startled, and then he remembered the chill he had felt when his severed arm was fitted over the wound.

He originally thought that the broken limb had lost temperature due to being exposed to the air, and the pain from the wound interfered with his thinking to a certain extent, so he did not take the abnormality in his arm seriously.

Now it seems that Rice took advantage of the situation at that time.

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

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

Voldemort looked down at the branch on his chest in disbelief. He really couldn't understand how this thing got in there.

He put his hands 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 within a few seconds he looked like a corpse.

He fell backwards, face up, and fell to the ground, the light in his eyes also faded.

Voldemort, dead.

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

He took a look at Voldemort's body and frowned: It stinks around here.

After Voldemort's death, the group of corpses he summoned instantly lost the source of their magic power and turned into real corpses, and the stench of the corpses quickly evaporated.

Rice had no intention of cleaning up Voldemort's mess.

Considering that the explosion of Riddle Mansion had most likely alarmed the Muggles nearby, Les Apparated and took Voldemort's body, Nagini and Peter Pettigrew away from the ruins of Riddle Mansion.

A few minutes later, several Muggle residents living nearby came together and were shocked to find that Riddle Mansion had been reduced to ruins, with dozens of corpses in varying states of decay scattered outside.

Such a strange scene casts an additional veil of mystery over the Riddle Mansion, which already has a tendency to become an urban legend.

After Apparating with a bunch of "stuff" to a place he thought was quiet, Les threw Peter onto the dusty and rotten floor and fell into deep thought.

He wondered why he was still here.

Voldemort is dead, and logically the fate of this world has been greatly disrupted, but why hasn't he consumed the power of the Wishing Stone and returned to their world?

Could it be that the stone really had infinite magical power that could seal four powerful people like himself in a parallel world forever?

Rice found that 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 main god level, and Helga was even the original complete form. It was too difficult to seal the four of them all the time.

So, I was actually unable to significantly change the fate of this world?

Les became confused: Is it because Voldemort is not dead yet?

At this time, he heard rustling sounds coming from the first floor of the room, and then the sound turned into footsteps of humans walking. Rice couldn't help but be very curious: he chose the notorious Screaming Shack for peace and quiet, but how come he still met people here?

Soon his doubts were answered when 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, Les controlled him with a petrification spell.

After seeing clearly who attacked him, Sirius' pupils narrowed suddenly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Les took Sirius's wand and removed the petrification spell from him.

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

It was normal for Sirius to rush around Hogwarts since he had caused a little noise there.

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 with an extremely complicated expression.

But to be honest, he felt that what the boy did was still positive to a certain extent. For example, the actions of the Order of the Phoenix were finally unhindered, and the goblins listened to the Ministry of Magic more.

"Les Lint, you—"

Les interrupted Sirius and said that he had come at the right time as he just happened to have something to ask him.

Sirius's expression suddenly became alert.

No matter how young Les looks, he is, after all, a devil with blood on his hands. What good can he expect from looking for me?

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