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.
而他的这个动作，瞬间引发了全场的关注。
贝拉特里克斯更是瞳孔瞬间放大、收缩、再放大，满脸都是警惕的表情，立刻大声质问道：“索斯！你想要干什么？难道你想跟主人为敌吗？”
“为敌？难道你还不知道，我们早就已经是敌人了吗？更何况，因为严格意义上来说，你们之前从英国魔法部抢走的魔法石，还有现在手里拿的魔法水银，统统都是属于我的东西……”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思突然抬起左手做了一个凭空抓握的动作。
还没等对方反应过来发生了什么，一道由力场形成的大手突然从脚下钻出，以迅雷不及掩耳的速度当场抓住了莱斯特兰奇夫妇的双腿。
下一秒……
他做了一个下压的动作。
咔嚓！
咔嚓！
“啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！”
“腿！我的腿断了！”
只见贝拉特里克斯和她的丈夫，整个膝盖以下的部位都瞬间反向折迭成了九十度，断裂的骨头直接刺破皮肤和肌肉裸露在外，混杂着鲜血与骨髓的粘稠溶液顺着伤口喷涌而出，形成了无比惨烈的景象。
不用问也知道，这是一个比格拜大手系列魔法的改良版，通过转化变成了这个世界独特的施法方式。
并且在施展该咒语的时候，左思还同时使用了无声施法和无杖施法两种高阶技巧。
别说是像眼前这两个三流货色，就是伏地魔本人来了都不一定能躲的过去。
“钻心剜骨！”
左思完全没有任何犹豫，直接给这对脑子有病的夫妻一人一个钻心咒套餐，而且还尝试着调动愤怒情绪增加该咒语的威力。
结果不出意外，贝拉特里克斯和她的丈夫瞬间在难以忍受的剧痛下开始发疯一样的哀嚎，甚至是用头撞击地面试图这种方式来发泄和减轻痛苦。
随着他们俩失去理智和专注度，之前被钻心咒折磨的青年终于慢慢恢复过来，一边趴在地上大口大口喘着粗气，一边仰起头用充满感激的说道：“谢……谢谢！”
“不必客气。现在这两个家伙归你的了，随便你怎么处置。”左思捡起掉落在地上的魔杖递给对方。
“交给我？”
青年不明所以的眨了眨眼睛。
尽管他曾经报纸上读到过许多关于左思的报道，以及对其魔法天赋的吹捧。
但此时此刻，才终于明白为什么许多知名巫师都将其视作未来会超越邓布利多的天才。
别的不提，光是刚才解决掉莱斯特兰奇夫妇那出其不意且威力强大的魔咒，就是青年闻所未闻、见所未见的独门法术。
要是在加上“无声施法”、“无杖施法”两点，其实力已经足以把很多决斗大赛的冠军按在地上反复摩擦了。
“没错。那个被杀死的姑娘应该跟你关系很好，对吗？现在，你可以尽情的为她复仇了。”
说完这句话，左思也不理会对方的反应，直接抬起手瞄准人群中几个正蠢蠢欲动的家伙，射出了自创的复合咒语。
眨眼功夫，这些由食死徒伪装的家伙就在一声声爆炸中化作了漫天血雨和碎肉。
凭借常驻的【真知术】效果，即便是喝下复方汤剂也没有任何用处，强大的魔法视觉会将其还原成本来的样子。
毫无疑问，这种没有任何顾及且血腥的杀戮，让在场所有人都惊呆了。
他们根本不敢相信，以左思的年纪竟然可以如此淡定的面对黑魔王和他手下的食死徒。
更没有想到这个才进入魔法界一年多的年轻人，对于亲手杀死一个同类完全没有表现出半点不适，那冷漠的反应就仿佛杀掉的不是人，而是不小心碾死了一只蚂蚁。
等做完这一切，左思才捡起掉落在地上的魔法水银，用略带讽刺的语气说道：“你的手下都快要被我杀光了，难道还不打算现身吗？又或者你不想要这这两份能让人死而复生的魔法水银了？”
瞬间！
两个伏地魔带着好几名手下通过幻影移形从天而降，稳稳的落在不远处的草坪上。
为首年长的伏地魔阴沉着脸，扫了一眼食死徒们凄惨的死相，以及被断腿之痛和钻心咒折磨到快要疯掉的莱斯特兰奇夫妇，声色俱厉的质问：“为什么总是针对我？你不是说不想掺和我跟邓布利多还有哈利·波特的恩怨吗？”
“针对你？麻烦请不要自作多情好不好。你觉得以你现在的状态，值得我去针对吗？刚好相反！是你在不断找我的麻烦。无论是之前抢夺魔法石，还是今天带着这群臭鱼烂虾来搅局。”左思冷笑着反驳道。
“你究竟想要怎么样？”
伏地魔强忍着内心之中的怒火继续试探道。
尽管他更想要使用暴力和杀戮来解决问题，但在彻底复活之前却没有必胜的把握。
“很简单！把属于我的魔法石交出来，再把你身边那个苏醒的魂器交出来，我就仁慈的允许你活着离开。不然的话……你和你的手下今天谁也别想走出城堡。”
话音未落！
左思猛地举起魔杖直接施展了一个影响范围巨大的空间封印，彻底将半径五百米之内的空间笼罩在其中，任何幻影移形或是门钥匙都无法生效。
“狂妄！你以为我怕了你不成？”
伏地魔瞬间被这苛刻的条件激怒了，两只眼睛泛着骇人的杀气。
可左思却不以为意的耸了耸肩膀回应道：“既然不怕，那就来吧。
如果我没记错的话，你和你身边那位年轻时代的自己，都是我的手下败将呢。
另外，介于你们俩的出现对英国魔法界造成的恶劣影响，我有必要稍微证明一下，其实所谓的黑魔王不过是个畏惧死亡的废物。
毕竟打破恐惧最好的方法，就是让具象化的恐惧变成一个笑柄。
今天，你们俩就将在众目睽睽之下变成小丑。”
“上！杀了他！”
“阿瓦达啃大瓜！”
“除你武器！”
“霹雳爆炸！”
“障碍重重！”
……
伴随着年长伏地魔的一声令下，所有食死徒都毫不犹豫发起了攻击。
刺眼的魔法射线如同狂风骤般直奔左思所在的位置。
但让攻击者大跌眼镜的是，左思压根连眼皮都没眨一下，就这样站在原地硬吃了所有的咒语而毫发无伤，哪怕是号称没有任何东西能够抵挡的索命咒也不例外。
震惊！
恐惧！
难以置信！
包括两个伏地魔在内所有的食死徒都愣住了。
因为他们之所能够在英国魔法界掀起滔天巨浪，可以瞬间置人于死地的索命咒绝对是居功至伟。
哪怕是大名鼎鼎的救世主哈利·波特，也没能真正意义上免疫索命咒，而是被其母亲临死前加持的防护魔法反弹回去。
可现在，不仅有人正面硬吃了好几个索命咒，而且还像个没事人一样露出嘲弄的笑容，简直颠覆了所有人的认知。
“这……这怎么可能！！！！！”伏地魔忍不住发出了惊恐的吼叫声。
“怎么，你无法相信自己眼睛看到的事实吗？没关系，我可以多给你几次尝试的机会。”
左思张开双臂摆出了一副随你们攻击的姿态。
不用问也知道，刚才的索命咒无一例外都被选民常驻能力的【防死结界】挡了下来。
至于其他咒语，不是被身上佩戴的魔抗装备偏斜掉，就是被神器转化成能量存储起来。
事实上，以左思身上数不清的高级装备和常驻魔法效果，就算是站在这里给对方打上半个小时都不一定能破防。
尤其是那些用连枷蜗牛壳升级过的东西，魔法抗性直接拉满，甚至还有一定几率能将敌人的魔法反弹回去。
“阿瓦达啃大瓜！”
“阿瓦达啃大瓜！”
“阿瓦达啃大瓜！”
由于受到灵魂分裂的影响，伏地魔的情绪原本就不是很稳定，在遭受外界强烈刺激后，立刻便陷入暴怒状态，举起魔杖疯狂的射出一道道绿光。
但这些象征死亡的可怕咒语却像笑话一样，一次又一次打在目标身上，一次又一次泥牛入海。
到最后，左思甚至无聊的打起了哈欠，并且还旁若无人的拿起杯子喝了一口苏打水润喉。
如此举动无疑是对黑魔王这个称号最直接、最毫不掩饰的羞辱。
只有周围那些来自欧洲各大巫师家族的人，也从最开始的震惊和难以置信，渐渐变得有些麻木。
尽管他们不清楚左思究竟用了什么方法让最可怕的索命咒完全无效化。
但却明白今晚过后那个曾经让人连名字都不敢提的黑魔王，将会失去其在第一次巫师战争中在民众心底建立起来的恐惧形象。
毕竟一个靠杀戮来让人害怕的家伙杀不死人的时候，他自然而然就会沦为笑柄。
一次……
两次……
三次……
十次……
五十次……
当伏地魔把自己控制的这具身体魔力完全耗尽，这次才终于停止了继续释放索命咒，握着魔杖的手不受控制的轻微颤抖。
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 accompaniment 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)