However, it was no longer Little Barty who appeared in front of everyone again.

His face seemed to have been burned by fire. His features were blurred, wax-like, and oddly distorted. The whites of his eyes seemed to be permanently filled with blood, and he exuded an eerie aura. He just stood there casually. The young wizards of Fang Yan's party and the six black wizards all stopped their actions at the same time.

"V…Voldemort!"

"The most powerful and dangerous Dark wizard ever..."

"The legendary Dark Lord... the leader's prophecy was correct, he is not dead!"

Hermione, Harry, Malfoy, Ron, Neville, Seamus, George, and Fred were shaking and trembling uncontrollably.

Just like mice in the wild encountering a cat skilled in hunting, the fear stemming from their genetic instincts and the depths of their souls made it almost impossible for them to even hold their magic wands tightly.

The dark wizards knelt on the ground one after another, shouting in unison: "Great Dark Lord! Master! Your most loyal servants, always at your service!"

Voldemort ignored them, but just gently opened his black cloak, stared at Fang Yan, and said, "You killed two of my servants, one was relatively incompetent, and the other was very good. Such an offense should be punished, but..."

"Your outstanding talent reminds me of my past self. Now that you have joined the Death Eaters and become my servant, I will no longer pursue everything in the past!"

The little wizards of Fang Yan's party looked over nervously.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yan did not respond directly, but instead asked with a smile: "Dark Lord, hee, how many people have you killed?"

Although he could vaguely sense that his attitude was not very respectful, Voldemort did not think too much about it. He just thought that he was considering the pros and cons, and then he boasted about his past achievements and said, "Three hundred and eighty-five."

These are the people he killed with his own hands, not counting the "contributions" of the Death Eaters! Hearing this number, which wizard in the entire British wizarding world would not be terrified and then bow down under his wizard robes?

Fang Yan's reaction was extremely strange. He just nodded thoughtfully: "Not bad. How about yesterday?"

Hearing this, Voldemort was startled at first, then he felt that the little wizard in front of him was playing a trick on him, and said sternly: "Submit or die!"

He has been very patient.

If any other wizard dared to talk to him like this, regardless of gender, age, or even a baby, he would be beaten to a pulp by the Avada! "Ah~ You are so weak inside, with so little strength left, and you dare to appear in front of me. You simply don't take me seriously!" Fang Yan sneered after mocking him, "It turns out that your soul has been split too many times, making you a fool..."

"You were once a smart, wise, and charismatic Hogwarts student, but now you have become an ugly and hideous person. It is so pathetic of you."

He gained eternal life, but lost his looks and intelligence. Fang Yan despised such eternal life.

Voldemort was furious and humiliated, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​recruiting him. He then fired two consecutive killing curses that were as fast as lightning and almost as fast as thunder!

Swish! The gloomy dark green light was filled with the decaying smell of death.

As the light shone, Fang Yan's figure flickered, dodging an Avada Kedavra, and using the Super Fire Curse to force Voldemort to dodge, causing the direction of the wand to deviate, missing the second shot, and directly turning defense into offense! Crackling!

Red, green, blue and white, four colors of magical light shine everywhere.

The scene turned into a duel arena between Fang Yan and Voldemort, and no one else could intervene.

Voldemort's fighting style is very fierce. He is accustomed to using powerful dark magic to quickly suppress his opponent at the beginning.

But Fang Yan's ferocity was no less fierce and fierce than his, and his fighting style was even more brutal and wild.

Boom! The house shook and dust flew up.

"Heh..." There was a hint of ferocity in Fang Yan's smile at this moment.

While waving his wand, casting spells, and controlling his sword with his mind, he surrounded and annihilated Voldemort. He even had the leisure to speak venomously: "The function of the Horcrux is just to provide a basis for resurrection and theoretically unlimited lifespan, right?"

"After many soul-cutting operations using black magic, your appearance has changed from being handsome and elegant to a twisted, deformed freak. Do you regret it?"

Being ridiculed like this, Voldemort's anger was not as intense as before.

because……

Facing Fang Yan directly, he fully felt the chilling and terrifying murderous intent - the extremely strong, almost tangible murderous aura, as if he had slaughtered tens of thousands of people with his own hands at close range, almost dyeing Voldemort's vision into scarlet!

“You fellow…” Voldemort’s body turned into curling black smoke, avoiding the piercing of three flying swords. He was puzzled and suspicious, “Who on earth is that person?!”

The Dark Lord is an excellent target for gaining experience points.

There were originally not many opportunities to use the many strange spells obtained through ability sharing, but now Fang Yan cast them one by one.

Ninja Homura's [Kurama Illusion Bloodline Genkai], [Raikiri] and [Eight Gates], Gu Master Homura's [Blood Moon Beheading Gu], Pirate Homura's [Swallow Swallow Fruit], Digimon Homura's [All Attribute Enhancement Plug-in A], Pokémon Homura's [Dragon Claw] and [Jet Flame], Devourer Homura's original body movement [Fire Lotus Step]...

Many extraordinary methods were transferred to the magical world and were used by Fang Yan to severely torture Voldemort, who was barely maintaining his human form. He gradually gained the upper hand and controlled the situation.

Voldemort was caught in a dilemma and gradually realized that the situation was not good.

While Fang Yan was bombarding him, he also used his mouth to launch a mental attack: "You should know, right? The function of the [Loyalty Spell] is to use magic to hide a person's secret forever in the soul of a living person."

"The secret will be kept in the heart of a chosen person - the Secret Keeper - and will therefore never be discovered - unless the Secret Keeper reveals it on his own initiative."

"As long as the keeper keeps the secret, a thief won't be able to see them even if he presses his nose against the glass of their living room."

"You have so many Death Eaters who are loyal enough to die for you as secret keepers, why don't you let them help you keep the location of the Horcrux a secret?"

"The Fidelius Charm will not break, the hiding place of the Horcrux will never be discovered, and you will never die."

[Horcrux] is a very buggy magical creation, with a huge cost and exaggerated effects.

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, the main soul will never die. Even if it is destroyed on the spot, it can be re-condensed in other places. Voldemort's [Horcrux] is not the [Phylathlon] of the DND lich. The underlying logic and principles of their operation are completely different.

In the original plot, after Voldemort believed the prophecy, he went to find Harry Potter's parents, intending to kill Harry, the hidden danger, with his own hands. As a result, he was killed by the rebound of Lily's love protection spell before her death.

However, his residual soul re-condensed and remained immortal, and floated into the primeval forest of Albania, until the unlucky Chirrut met him and got the opportunity to cause trouble.

Afterwards, Wormtail and Barty Jr. were also resurrected from this remnant soul of Voldemort. During the whole process, he never actively used the [Horcrux] - it was just a reliance, and its existence was enough to take effect.

Voldemort's facial muscles twisted and his expression was extremely gloomy: "You actually know about [Horcruxes]..."

Why don’t you use the Loyalty Mantra yourself?

Is it because I don't like it, or do I have no servants I can trust?

Because I can’t use it at all!

In this idealistic world, emotions are extremely important when casting spells.

No matter what, a vicious person cannot use the magic spell of love full of kindness.

If an upright and kind person lacks the intention to kill, even if he uses Avada Kedavra, he can only cause others to bleed from the nose.

A suspicious and cold-blooded person would never be able to cast the spell of loyalty and trust! In a flash, Fang Yan's molten gold dragon eyes flashed with lightning, and he instantly understood Voldemort's current state.

Vitality: The breath is tenacious and life hangs by a thread.

Mental strength: Low.

Emotions: Annoyed + broken + depressed.

Fang Yan's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a red, white, and black spherical alchemical item - this was the result of his recent labor after sharing and transforming the Pokémon world's Poké Ball production data: "The best time to capture it is now!"

In the Pokémon world, modern Poké Balls are mostly produced by Silver Corporation, Devin Corporation and the Pokémon Ball Factory. They can hold even the largest Ocellaris and the heaviest Cosmoem, and are quite light and easy to carry.

The production information of the basic Poké Ball is not a confidential matter - as early as the ancient Johto region, craftsmen who made Pokémon Balls were accustomed to cutting the [ball cone] in half, cleaning it, and then installing a limited precision mechanical device to obtain the finished product.

The skill of [Pokeball Making], when transferred to the Harry Potter world, requires the use of [Alchemy] to dye and refine materials such as Abyssinian round figs, belladonna essence, Babo tuber pus, moonstone, Chinese mugwort, etc.

Although the process is more complicated, the effect of the finished product is not weakened at all! Bang! The Poké Ball thrown by Fang Yan hit the Dark Lord hard!

(End of this chapter)