After walking around the castle, Richard finally stopped and looked at Zuo Si who was following him with eyes that had been precipitated by time and years.

Because from the beginning, he noticed that the young man's gaze was always wandering, and from time to time he would glance at the buyers around him who came to participate in the auction.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, it's not that I'm absent-minded, but I found that there are a few interesting little mice sneaking in."

"Little mouse?" The old man blinked in confusion.

"Yes! Haven't you smelled the faint smell of blood in the air?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.

As a person with a perception attribute of over 20, he has gradually begun to learn to trust that very wonderful intuition, or it can also be called the "sixth sense."

Although this thing is not as convincing as careful analysis and logical reasoning, its accuracy rate is frighteningly high.

Especially when there is danger around, this feeling will send out a warning immediately.

Obviously, at this moment Zuo Si's intuition was warning him that bloodshed was about to happen.

Although it is still unclear who it is, Zuo Si is already certain that it is most likely Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

After all, if you can't get the Philosopher's Stone, getting a piece of magic mercury is the only option.

But he didn't know whether these people were too cautious or not, so they never appeared in his sight.

Otherwise, with the help of [True Seeing], even if there is a disguise of transformation magic or polyjuice potion, it will be recognized instantly.

"What? Are you saying there's a dark wizard sneaking in?"

Richard's face suddenly changed and he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

If something unexpected really happened at the auction today, he and his entire family would lose face and would not be able to hold their heads up in the circle of ancient European families.

"These people are not ordinary dark wizards, they have great backgrounds.

If you want to avoid trouble by canceling the auction, I advise you to give up as soon as possible.

Because once they do that, they will kill without hesitation.

So my advice is to just keep doing business as usual and wait for these little mice to pop out on their own."

After saying that, Zuo Si picked up a glass of soda water from the table beside him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, moistening his throat a little.

"Caroline, go inform the family members to get ready, and also inform the Ministry of Magic."

After a brief hesitation, Richard immediately made the corresponding arrangements.

If someone else had said this, he might have ignored it, but Zuo Si was obviously not the kind of person who would make such a joke casually.

In particular, through some channels, the old man had long learned that the statue made of corpses in Berlin was most likely the work of the young man in front of him. In his heart, he had long regarded him as a powerful wizard like Voldemort and Grindelwald, who was ruthless to his enemies and had no scruples about killing.

Such wizards usually have one thing in common, that is, they are extremely sensitive to danger, blood, and killing.

Since the other party dared to tell him in person that there was a dark wizard in the castle, he must have noticed something.

"clear!"

Lady Caroline did not dare to delay and immediately turned around and walked towards her brothers and sisters, as well as a large number of younger generations of the family.

After a while, these people quickly left the small circle where they were talking and gathered together, one of them always holding the wand hidden in the sleeve.

From this it is not difficult to see how important a large population is to a wizard family.

Add to that some house-elves, and they are almost like warlords in the wizarding world. Their essence is no different from the feudal system that has been maintained in Europe for thousands of years.

As long as a family has a long enough history, enough descendants, and can maintain good relationships and unity among themselves, they can easily gather a dozen or even dozens of wizards with spellcasting abilities.

The law enforcement officers of a country's Ministry of Magic combined might not even have this many.

Of course, Lady Caroline's family was able to have such strong cohesion thanks to Earl Richard, who had lived for who knows how many years.

Otherwise, even members of a pure-blooded family would gradually go their separate ways after the death of the older generation, or even slowly evolve into several branches.

The famous Lestrange family is the best example.

They originally originated in France, but later one of their branches came to Britain and flourished, even being listed as one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

After everything was arranged, Lady Caroline walked gracefully to the makeshift platform. She first tapped the goblet with a spoon, making a crisp sound that attracted the attention of everyone present, and then ordered the servants around her to open two exquisite wooden boxes.

moment!

The silver liquid flowing in the translucent container appeared within the sight of the buyers.

Especially the light reflected under the moonlight, which has a beauty that cannot be described in words.

Mrs. Caroline noticed the guests in the audience, who were looking at her greedily or passionately, and said in French with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, I think there is no need to introduce what this is.

Moreover, Lord Soth, the creator of the second Philosopher's Stone, was also invited here today, so their authenticity is beyond doubt.

Now, as the organizer, I declare that the auction of two pieces of magic mercury officially begins.

The base price for each lot is 500,000 gold galleons, and each bid must not be less than 10,000. The two highest bidders will win the auction tonight."

As the last word came out, a man who looked to be about 30 years old raised his hand and shouted, "I'll give you one million!"

There is no doubt that such an action of "super doubling" right at the beginning instantly attracted the collective attention of other buyers.

"He is from the Brunger family, and he is also the guy who publicly demanded one million gold galleons to buy a piece of magic mercury." Richard lowered his voice and whispered in Zuo Si's ear.

"Oh? So his family is very rich?" Zuo Si showed a curious look on his face.

Because in the original book, there was basically no mention of the ancient wizarding families in Europe, and there were no books on the subject in the Hogwarts library, so he didn't know much about it.

Richard explained with a smile: "Compared to history and heritage, the Brunger family is not a famous family. It is just a new wizard family that has only risen since the 16th century.

It is said that it originally originated from a Muggle who accidentally saved a witch in distress, the two fell in love and eventually got married and had children, and slowly integrated into the magical world.

But because they were rooted in Switzerland and obtained a large amount of gold and jewelry from Muggles during the two world wars, they were no less wealthy than any other family.

Moreover, this family is very good at business. Not only does it have several dragon farms, but it also owns the largest magical plant breeding base in Europe.

However, they know that their foundation in magic is still very poor, so they are always very willing to pay high prices to buy various treasures. "

"So... this guy paid a high price to buy a piece of magic mercury just to take it back for collection?" Zuo Si's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He originally thought that the guy who was willing to pay one million gold galleons for magic mercury must be someone important who wanted to be resurrected.

Who would have thought that it was the willfulness of the “tycoons”.

"No, of course not. Magic mercury contains the power to bring the dead back to life. The value it contains cannot be measured by money. If I were asked to choose between a pile of gold Galleons and a piece of magic mercury, I would choose the latter without hesitation." Richard said meaningfully.

Zuo Si shook his head disapprovingly: "But the problem is that magic mercury can't be preserved for long after leaving the Philosopher's Stone. Even if it is kept in a special container, it can only be preserved for two or three years at most."

The preservation of magic mercury has always been a big problem.

He had made many attempts, but with little success.

At this stage, the best solution is to make one and use it only once, which has no long-term collection value at all.

It's a pity that the buyers who were bidding frantically in the audience had no idea about this.

Even as the two were talking, the price had doubled from the initial one million gold Galleons to a staggering two million gold Galleons.

Although this amount of money is far from enough to break a bone for these ancient families with thousands of years of history, it is already a staggeringly large sum of money.

But what's interesting is that the Brunger family, who made the initial bid, are always the highest bidders.

As long as someone offered a higher price than himself, the wizard in his thirties would immediately follow suit without any hesitation, as if money was just a bunch of meaningless numbers to him.

Eventually, prices began to become unaffordable for some buyers, and people began to withdraw from the fierce competition.

But some people began to try to use some things or properties as collateral.

Among them are properties such as manors, castles, and villas, as well as herb gardens, magical animal farms, and shops similar to Diagon Alley. They also include precious items such as meditation basins, invisibility cloaks, disappearing cabinets, two-sided mirrors, silver bracelets that can be transformed into swords or shields, amulets that can protect against some black magic attacks, and so on.

After a series of valuations, all collateral is marked with a specific price.

And these prices will become precious ammunition for the last buyer to fight to the death.

"Two million, three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two million four hundred thousand!"

"Two million and five hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two million, seven hundred thousand!"

…

When the price continued to soar and finally settled at three million gold galleons, Lady Caroline finally announced the two winners.

One of them is obvious, and that is the Brunger family from Switzerland.

The other one is from the Peroke family in Greece.

It is said that its family tree can be traced back to the ancient Athenian city-state era 2,500 BC.

Although it has begun to decline in modern times, its family foundation is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary nouveau riche.

This can be seen from one of the collaterals they took out, the skin of the Nemean lion monster.

In ancient Greek mythology, this terrible monster was not only extremely ferocious, but also invulnerable to swords and spears. It was eventually strangled to death by Hercules.

But in fact, the Nemean Lion is just a very ancient magical animal in the magic world. Its leather has a powerful magic that can withstand all forms of physical attacks. It is the best material for making armor and cloaks. Therefore, in ancient times, wizards once hunted it crazily until it was completely extinct.

After all, being able to withstand physical attacks doesn't mean being able to withstand the wizards' powerful spells.

In the history of the wizarding world, magical animals like this that have been hunted to extinction are by no means isolated cases, but a long list can be made up.

It was not until the 16th and 17th centuries that the International Confederation of Wizards began to protect those precious, rare and endangered magical animals to prevent them from being hunted to extinction by wizards.

Just as the two winners of the auction paid the money and were about to step forward to take their share of the magic mercury, a dazzling green light suddenly shot out from the corner without warning and directly hit the servant holding the bottle of magic mercury.

Bang! The latter flew back several meters, then lay straight on the ground and turned into a corpse.

As the servant died, the bottle in his hand flew out of his hand into the air.

Before anyone else could react, a woman with a crazy look in her eyes appeared beside them, grabbed the bottle in her hand, and then let out a burst of unbridled laughter.

"Hahahaha! I got what my master wanted most!"

"Cecilia? Are you crazy!"

Lady Caroline immediately drew out her wand and pointed it at the other party, questioning him harshly.

Not only her, but many other people present also made the same move at the same time.

Because anyone who is not a fool can recognize that the green light just now is the "Killing Curse", the first of the three unforgivable curses.

Anyone who can use this spell to kill people is definitely an evil dark wizard who is so cruel and does not take human life seriously.

"Cecilia? No! I'm not Cecilia! The corpse reappears!"

The woman grinned and shot a strong green light into the sky. Then the light transformed into the shape of a huge skeleton. A snake emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.

moment!

The faces of everyone present became extremely terrified.

Because this is exactly the "Dark Mark" that Voldemort used when he caused bloodshed in Britain.

Almost at the same time, the body of the woman called Cecilia began to change dramatically.

The delicate silver hair that was originally tied up like a lady turned into long wavy black hair in a very short time. The small and delicate face also looked haggard and withered in the process of rapid stretching.

Especially his eyes were deeply sunken, and his tall figure was reduced to a skinny look.

Most importantly, there is a very obvious Dark Mark on the inside of her left arm, and both her demeanor and expression are full of arrogance and conceit.

Combining the above characteristics, plus the wanted order that came from the UK not long ago, one can recognize at a glance that this woman is one of Voldemort's most trusted right-hand men and also the most crazy Death Eater - Bellatrix Lestrange.

"What did you do to Cecilia?"

A pale young man asked in a trembling voice.

"Dead! After torturing her with the Cruciatus Curse for two hours, I mercifully gave the poor girl a Killing Curse. By the way, the scream she made before she died was so beautiful, just like the cry of a lark, which was so touching."

Bellatrix spoke the truth in a tone full of malice.

Obviously, she saw the close relationship between this young man and Cecilia, so she wanted to provoke the other party in this way, and then enjoy the pleasure of torturing and killing the target.

"Asshole! I'm going to fight you! Avada Kedavra!"

As expected, the young man was enraged and rushed forward to avenge his lover.

But unfortunately, he was no match for real Death Eaters when it came to using the Unforgivable Curses.

When the tip of the wand just began to flash green, Bellatrix's Cruciatus Curse had already been cast.

"Crucio!"

“Aa…

In the blink of an eye, the young man fell to his knees on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, and his whole body curled up into a ball twitching violently in extreme pain.

As a spell specifically used to torture people, the key to maximizing the power of the Cruciatus Curse is to be able to feel supreme happiness while torturing others.

In this regard, even Voldemort himself may not be as good as Bellatrix, whose psychology and personality are extremely twisted and morbid.

The crazy woman tortured the young man in front of her while laughing and saying, "Remember, if you are not determined to kill someone, it is best not to use the Killing Curse. Because any hesitation will greatly reduce the power of this curse, and it will even be less powerful than a general self-defense spell like Expelliarmus."

Another middle-aged wizard nearby obviously couldn't stand it anymore. Just as he was about to raise his wand to attack, another green light shot out from behind him and hit him accurately on the back.

Bang! With a muffled sound, the man also fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

Then, under the nervous and vigilant gaze of others, Rodolphus Lestrange slowly walked out from the crowd behind.

At this moment, the effect of the polyjuice decoction on him had worn off, and he looked unusually thin and cold.

The two eyes were like a lone wolf on the hunt, full of coldness and cruelty.

There is no doubt that his appearance and the sudden killing caused everyone at the auction to fall into panic and distrust, and the little resistance that had just emerged was suppressed by fear.

Because no one knows how many Death Eaters are hiding around, and whether the acquaintances around them are transformed by the other party.

"Ah! My dear, you have finally shown yourself. I thought you would remain hidden till the end."

Bellatrix raised her chin slightly and teased her husband in a half-joking tone.

But the latter responded nonchalantly: "Don't be careless. The thing in your hand is the key to the master's resurrection. You must not make the slightest mistake."

"Don't worry! These poor creatures have been frightened by the name of their master."

Bellatrix's eyes revealed naked and undisguised contempt. She even kicked the young man kneeling in front of her hard and increased the intensity of her torture.

While the couple was talking, Zuo Si whispered to Richard from the audience, "Well, my hunch is right, right? These little mice will definitely jump out on their own."

"At this moment, are you still in the mood to joke?" The old man subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand.

If it weren't for the glaring Dark Mark floating in the sky, he would have called on all the family members to join in the action.

After all, the Lestranges were only two people at the moment, and they certainly couldn't withstand the siege of more than a dozen wizards and house-elves.

But the problem is that the master behind them - Voldemort - is really a bit scary.

Especially in the UK, news of the Azkaban prison break had been revealed, and many Death Eaters had been successfully rescued and regrouped around the Dark Lord.

If we kill the other party now, there is no guarantee that we will not be retaliated against later.

Many people present did not take action but chose to wait and see, and 80% of them had the same mentality.

"Are you kidding? No, I just think the situation is hilarious. Just two Death Eaters scared half of Europe's oldest and most powerful families into submission. This is more like a huge joke."

As he spoke, Zuo Si slowly stood up from his chair.

His action instantly attracted the attention of the entire audience.

Bellatrix's pupils instantly dilated, shrank, and then dilated again. Her face was full of vigilance. She immediately asked loudly, "Thoth! What do you want to do? Do you want to be an enemy of the Master?"

"An enemy? Don't you know that we have been enemies for a long time? Moreover, strictly speaking, the Philosopher's Stone that you stole from the British Ministry of Magic before, and the magic mercury in your hands now, all belong to me..."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si suddenly raised his left hand and made a gesture of grabbing in the air.

Before the other party could react to what was happening, a huge hand formed by a force field suddenly emerged from under their feet and grabbed the legs of the Lestrange couple at lightning speed.

The next second...

He made a downward motion.

Snap!

Snap!

“Aa ...

"Legs! My legs are broken!"

Bellatrix and her husband were seen with their entire bodies below the knees bent 90 degrees in an instant. The broken bones pierced through the skin and muscles, exposing themselves externally. A sticky solution mixed with blood and bone marrow gushed out of the wounds, creating an extremely tragic scene.

You don't need to ask to know that this is an improved version of Bigby's Big Hand series of magic, which has been transformed into a unique way of casting spells in this world.

And when casting the spell, Zuo Si also used two advanced techniques: silent casting and wandless casting.

Not to mention these two third-rate guys in front of him, even if Voldemort himself came, he might not be able to escape.

"Crucio!"

Zuo Si did not hesitate at all and directly gave each of the mentally ill couple a set of Cruciatus Curse, and also tried to mobilize their anger to increase the power of the spell.

As expected, Bellatrix and her husband immediately began to wail like crazy in unbearable pain, and even banged their heads against the ground in an attempt to vent and relieve the pain.

As the two of them lost their reason and concentration, the young man who had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse finally recovered slowly. He lay on the ground gasping for breath, raised his head and said with gratitude: "Thank... Thank you!"

"You're welcome. These two guys are yours now, you can do whatever you want with them." Zuo Si picked up the wand that fell on the ground and handed it to the other party.

"Leave it to me?"

The young man blinked in confusion.

Although he had read many reports about Zuo Si in newspapers, as well as praise for his magical talents.

But at this moment, I finally understood why many famous wizards regarded him as a genius who would surpass Dumbledore in the future.

Not to mention anything else, just the unexpected and powerful spell that had just dealt with the Lestranges was a unique spell that the young man had never heard of or seen before.

If one adds the two points of "silent casting" and "wandless casting", its strength is already enough to pin many duel tournament champions to the ground and rub them repeatedly.

"That's right. The girl who was killed should have had a good relationship with you, right? Now, you can avenge her to your heart's content."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's reaction, raised his hand and aimed at a few guys in the crowd who were ready to make a move, and shot out a compound spell he created.

In the blink of an eye, these guys disguised as Death Eaters turned into blood rain and minced meat in the explosions.

With the permanent [True Seeing] effect, even drinking the polyjuice potion will be useless, and the powerful magical vision will restore it to its original appearance.

There is no doubt that this kind of bloody killing without any consideration shocked everyone present.

They simply couldn't believe that at his age, Zuo Si could face the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters so calmly.

What's more, I didn't expect that this young man who had only been in the magic world for more than a year showed no discomfort at all about killing a fellow human with his own hands. His cold reaction was as if he had not killed a human but accidentally crushed an ant.

After doing all this, Zuo Si picked up the magic mercury that fell on the ground and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "I'm about to kill all your men. Don't you plan to show up? Or do you not want these two pieces of magic mercury that can bring people back to life?"

moment!

The two Voldemorts and several of their men descended from the sky using Apparition and landed steadily on the lawn not far away.

The elder Voldemort, who was in the lead, had a gloomy face. He glanced at the miserable deaths of the Death Eaters and the Lestrange couple who were almost going crazy due to the pain of broken legs and the Cruciatus Curse, and asked sternly: "Why are you always targeting me? Didn't you say that you didn't want to get involved in the feud between me, Dumbledore and Harry Potter?"

"Targeting you? Please don't be so self-indulgent. Do you think that in your current state, you are worthy of my targeting? Quite the contrary! It is you who is constantly causing trouble for me. Whether it was the previous robbery of the Philosopher's Stone, or today when you brought this group of scum to disrupt the situation." Zuo Si retorted with a sneer.

"What do you want?"

Voldemort suppressed his inner anger and continued to test.

Although he would rather use violence and killing to solve the problem, he is not sure of victory until he is completely resurrected.

"It's very simple! Hand over the Philosopher's Stone that belongs to me, and then hand over the awakened Horcrux beside you, and I will mercifully allow you to leave alive. Otherwise... neither you nor your men will be able to leave the castle today."

Before he finished speaking!

Zuo Si suddenly raised his wand and cast a space seal with a huge impact range, completely covering the space within a radius of 500 meters. No apparition or door key would be effective.

"Arrogant! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Voldemort was instantly enraged by these harsh conditions, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.

But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Since you are not afraid, come on.

If I remember correctly, you and your younger self were both defeated by me.

In addition, given the adverse impact your appearance has had on the British wizarding world, I need to prove that the so-called Dark Lord is nothing more than a waste who fears death.

After all, the best way to break fear is to turn the concrete fear into a laughing stock.

Today, both of you will become clowns in front of everyone."

"Go! Kill him!"

"Avada eats big melon!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Thunder explosion!"

“There are so many obstacles!”

…

Following the order from the elder Voldemort, all the Death Eaters attacked without hesitation.

The dazzling magic ray rushed towards Zuo Si's location like a gale.

But what surprised the attackers was that Zuo Si didn't even blink, and just stood there and took all the spells without any harm, even the Killing Curse which was said to be invulnerable to anything.

shock!

fear!

incredible!

All the Death Eaters, including the two Voldemorts, were stunned.

The reason why they were able to create such a huge stir in the British wizarding world was definitely due to the Killing Curse, which could kill people instantly.

Even the famous savior Harry Potter was not truly immune to the Killing Curse, but was rebounded by the protective magic cast by his mother before her death.

But now, not only did someone take several killing curses head-on, but he also smiled mockingly as if nothing had happened, which completely overturned everyone's cognition.

"This...how is this possible!!!" Voldemort couldn't help but roar in horror.

"Why, you can't believe what you see? It's okay, I can give you a few more chances to try."

Zuo Si opened his arms and prepared to attack you.

It goes without saying that all the killing curses just now were blocked by the elect's permanent ability, the [Anti-Death Barrier].

As for other spells, they were either deflected by the magic resistance equipment worn on the body, or converted into energy and stored by artifacts.

In fact, with the countless high-level equipment and permanent magic effects on Zuo Si, even if he stood here and attacked the opponent for half an hour, he might not be able to break through the defense.

Especially those things that have been upgraded with flail snail shells, the magic resistance is directly maxed out, and there is even a certain chance of rebounding the enemy's magic.

"Avada eats big melon!"

"Avada eats big melon!"

"Avada eats big melon!"

Due to the influence of the split soul, Voldemort's emotions were not very stable to begin with. After suffering strong external stimulation, he immediately fell into a state of rage, raised his wand and madly shot out green light.

But these terrible spells symbolizing death were like a joke, hitting their targets again and again, only to fall on deaf ears again and again.

In the end, Zuo Si even yawned out of boredom, and picked up the cup and took a sip of soda water to moisten his throat without paying attention to the people around him.

Such an action is undoubtedly the most direct and undisguised humiliation to the title of Dark Lord.

Only the people around who came from various major European wizarding families gradually became numb from their initial shock and disbelief.

Although they didn't know what method Zuo Si used to completely ineffective the most terrifying killing curse.

But they knew that after tonight, the Dark Lord, whose name people once dared not even mention, would lose the feared image he had established in the hearts of the people during the First Wizarding War.

After all, when a guy who scares people by killing fails to kill anyone, he will naturally become a laughing stock.

once……

twice……

three times……

Ten times...

Fifty times...

When Voldemort had completely exhausted the magical power of the body he controlled, he finally stopped casting the Killing Curse, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Apparently, this was the first time he had shown any fear towards someone.

You have to know that even Dumbledore only felt dread, not fear.

Because he knew that the greatest wizard of the contemporary era was slowly getting old and would die one day, but he could rely on the Horcrux to remain immortal.

But Zuo Si, who was so close, was different! The magic and technology he used were completely unfamiliar to Voldemort.

As the saying goes, fear comes from the unknown.

When you have no idea of ​​your opponent's strengths, panic and fear will naturally arise.

"Well, do you want to try again? It's okay. If you feel tired, you can come over to eat something and take a nap. I am very patient."

Zuo Si asked the murderous question with a smile on his face.

"You invented something that protects against the Killing Curse?"

Voldemort forced himself to suppress all the negative emotions that affected his sanity, his eyes flashing with a faint light like a poisonous snake.

"Want to trick me? Sorry, your low IQ isn't enough for that. There's nothing wrong with telling you the answer, but I just want to see you get angry and frustrated." Zuo Si's face was filled with a malicious smile.

But what's interesting is that Voldemort, who was mocked for his "lack of intelligence", unexpectedly did not fall into a rage. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "So I can't get the Philosopher's Stone. Are you deliberately doing this behind my back?"

"Hahahaha! That's right! How do you feel when you see something you want so close to you but can never get it? Does the smell of onion, garlic, and gravy on the Philosopher's Stone make you want to strangle me to death?"

Zuo Si laughed wildly and unbridled.

Because at this moment, the changes in the expression on the Dark Lord's face were really wonderful, especially the eyes full of anger and murderous intent, which made him feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Very good! You are really good!"

The eyes, nose, mouth and ears of the body controlled by Voldemort began to bleed slowly, and veins bulged on the forehead, showing that it was obviously extremely angry.

But Zuo Si responded with a joking look on his face: "Of course I'm fine! Because your performance as a clown makes me very happy. Oh, by the way, when you were young, you once danced a ballet Swan Lake for me, fully demonstrating your attainments in the field of art. I believe you wouldn't mind an impromptu performance as well?"

Ballet Swan Lake? Art field?

Voldemort immediately turned his head and looked at his younger self, and found that the other party's hands were clenched into fists and his eyes were almost on fire. He immediately realized that this was definitely a naked humiliation.

But before he could say anything, he heard a strange sound coming from behind him.

Then consciousness began to become hazy.

not good!

As a master of the Dark Arts, Voldemort immediately realized that this was some kind of mind control spell, and he desperately tried to get rid of it by using Occlumency.

But unfortunately, the magic Zuo Si used was not from this world.

Although brain occlumency can be effective to a certain extent, it cannot provide complete immunity.

Finally, after repeated resistance, Voldemort completely lost control of his body. He watched himself being transformed into a white miniskirt and stockings by magic. He stood on tiptoes in an extremely shameful posture, and performed a difficult dance to the accommodation of a music box in front of everyone.

The entire auction site was in complete silence!

Both the Death Eaters and those members from ancient wizarding families were dumbfounded.

Such a horrifying and bizarre scene completely overturned everyone's three views.

Especially Voldemort's ecstatic expression and the thick and dense leg hair showing through the white stockings, which made this scene full of spiritual pollution.

Only Zuo Si took out a magic camera from somewhere and pressed the shutter at an extremely fast speed to preserve the classic scene forever. He planned to mail it to Rita Skeeter later and ask her to write an article that would shatter the fear of the British wizarding world.

What a damn Dark Lord!

He is nothing but a clown! When the song ended, he immediately let go of his restraint and led the applause. While applauding, he also praised: "What a wonderful performance! Your artistic attainments are truly admirable."

"So--s--"

"I will tear you into pieces!!!"

Voldemort, who had never suffered such humiliation, completely lost his mind, pounced on him like a madman, and used his remaining magic power to cast some kind of dark magic, turning himself into an unstable bomb, hoping to die together with him.

The next second...

Bang! Zuo Si suddenly raised his arm and punched the Dark Lord in the face, instantly breaking half of his teeth. He flew back several meters like a tattered rag doll, knocking over two tables and several chairs before stopping.

That was totally unlike the amazing power that a human body could unleash, and many people present were shocked.

Although many wizards would choose to transform and engage in close combat, there are really few who can do it to this extent.

Gently shaking off the blood on the back of his hand, Zuo Si sneered and asked Voldemort, whose body was about to collapse: "What gave you the illusion that you could die with me?"

What gave you the courage to approach me?

Remember, in my eyes, you are nothing more than a second-rate wizard with a mental problem, essentially no different from those Death Eaters under you.

If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be much harder than crushing a bedbug.

I am not Headmaster Dumbledore, who will show mercy to his enemies.

If you dare to provoke me again, I will wait for you to revive once and kill you once, revive twice and kill you twice, until I completely destroy your spirit and will and crush your ridiculous ambitions and desires. "

As the last word fell, Zuo Si walked forward, grabbed Voldemort's hair with one hand and slowly lifted him up, then turned his head to look at the Death Eaters who were on the verge of collapse: "Did you see that? This is the Dark Lord you worship! A coward who fears death to the core! A waste who only bullies the weak but never dares to face the strong..."

(End of this chapter)