Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 411 Voldemort: Pressing relentlessly, victory assured, overwhelming advantage.

Rice laughed out loud.

The strongest wizard of modern times? Okay, I'll take a step back and exclude myself, Rowena, and Helga from the category of "modern wizards." Did you consult Dumbledore before taking this title?

"Did Dumbledore agree with what you're saying?" Rice couldn't help but ask.

Voldemort's expression immediately changed. After a few seconds, he replied calmly, "Dumbledore's life force is waning, like a candle flickering in the wind. I will definitely go to Hogwarts to see him another day and grant him a new life."

When Voldemort first heard the name Dumbledore, he felt a slight sense of apprehension, but he quickly realized that he was no longer the same person he used to be.

Possessing the power of death, he was only one meeting away from killing Dumbledore. He could even make Dumbledore's corpse serve him after he was dead! What was there to fear? Dumbledore was nothing but a skeleton in a grave.

"Okay, so even the people in the Secret Order aren't as strong as you?" Rice asked casually.

Voldemort's body stiffened.

When the Secret Order was mentioned, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Polaris. Even someone as arrogant as him would find it hard to say that he could easily handle Polaris.

Voldemort knew perfectly well that he was probably no match for Polaris. He possessed a strange, oppressive force that could nullify Voldemort's newly acquired powers, leaving only his magical abilities. But the power of his magic was far too weak compared to the Asgardian realm of the Secret Order.

Judging from Voldemort's reaction, Reston immediately gained a lot of information.

First, Voldemort was indeed resurrected by the Secret Order, and the new power he gained was the power of the Secret Order's divine remains. Second, there were indeed powerful figures within the Secret Order, whose strength completely overwhelmed Voldemort.

Thank you, Tom Riddell, for the gift!

"Enough with the nonsense, let me grant you a new life!" Voldemort's shadow rippled like waves as it surged toward Rice.

Rhys spread his hands outwards, and the movements of the Secret Order monks on the canopy and the corpses summoned by Voldemort froze simultaneously. The undead were alright, as Voldemort's domain power within them resisted Rhys's domain. The monks, however, were in a terrible state; in a mere moment, Rhys drained all the blood from their bodies.

Auror: !!!

Rice made such a commotion that even the Aurors were frightened.

"Who are they? Are they reinforcements from the ministry? Or are they from Bulgaria?"

"I don't know, I've never seen this guy before. Also, aren't you feeling very hot?"

Even though the Aurors deliberately avoided the Ministry of Magic, Rais's domain still had a significant impact on them. The blood in everyone's body was flowing faster, causing the Aurors' faces to flush and large beads of sweat to uncontrollably pour from their foreheads.

"Get away from those two!" The Aurors, no longer bothered with Voldemort's subordinates, immediately retreated to a distance.

However, the dolls, lacking bodily fluids, remained unaffected and continued their relentless attacks. Rhys's domain had a significant impact on the undead summoned by Voldemort, to the point that the dolls' spells instantly blasted the undead into pieces.

"Good!" The Aurors watching from afar perked up immediately: without these strange undead, they could gang up on the mysterious man together. With so many of them, holding off the mysterious man for a while shouldn't be a problem.

But what happened next left them speechless: several shadows flew out from the pitch-black shadow and merged into the pieces of the corpse on the ground, piecing the remains back together in an instant.

The revived zombies resumed their battle against the puppets. It seemed as if they could fight until the end of time.

Aries once again felt the influence of the Rice Domain. After discovering that all the cultivators in the organization had been wiped out, she no longer hesitated. She pointed her finger at the canopy beneath her feet, blasting a large hole in it, and then plummeted rapidly to the ground.

She didn't want to fight those people on that rooftop for even a second longer. Heaven knows if a shockwave would drain all her blood, or turn her into a living corpse controlled by Voldemort.

Daphne and Astoria exchanged a glance, then cut a hole in the canopy and jumped down together.

The two pounced on Aries like two eagles, while simultaneously drawing their wands and firing various spells at her.

In such a high-altitude fall, a single stun spell or a petrification spell could be fatal.

Aries turned around, raised his hand towards the two, and the spells cast by Daphne and Astoria were shattered by the sudden surge of magical energy.

"Domain power, little girl!" Aries laughed with relief: she had finally caught two newbies who didn't understand the domain. She had to cherish them and fight them until the winner was decided!

Speechless. I never expected there would be a wizard with the power of a domain in tonight's competition venue. Aries thought to herself that Voldemort was unlucky, but then she thought about it and realized that there were 100,000 wizards at the gathering tonight, so she was relieved: it wasn't impossible for a domain expert to emerge from among 100,000 people.

If only that mysterious person with the power over blood could kill Voldemort, but Aries doesn't have much faith in him. No matter how much she dislikes Voldemort, she acknowledges his strength.

That's a powerful being who has fused four pieces of divine remains and mastered the most advanced domain. This flashy stuff called the Blood Domain can only beat up newbies who don't have a domain. It'll be useless against someone like Voldemort.

So what should they do? Aries even have the leisure to seriously consider their future.

If Voldemort survives the duel, she won't survive. She believes that sooner or later she will be swallowed up by Voldemort's domain, following in Taurus's footsteps.

The organization wouldn't turn against her and Voldemort—Taurus was still above her in status, yet he was sacrificed as a pawn, so what was she? Her family, which she was so proud of, had probably already been cleansed and dismembered by Polaris.

In the secret society, the North Star is the only sun, and everyone is dependent on its existence. It can decide the life or death of anyone with a single word, even if that person is the organization's number two leader.

Aries fell into deep thought: Maybe it would be better to find a chance to escape?

She decided to observe the outcome of the battle between Voldemort and the Blood Man before making a decision. Her immediate priority was to appease these two audacious young girls who had followed her.

Let your older sister teach you a lesson!

Just as Aries was preparing for a major battle with Daphne and Astoria, the scene before her eyes suddenly blurred, and then she landed with a thud on a solid wood floor.

She really fell hard this time, and before she could even stand up, several spells came flying at her.

Aries dodged through everything in a very disheveled manner. After standing up, she found herself transported to a library, where a disheveled little girl and a handsome black-haired boy were attacking her.

What the hell! A sense of absurdity flashed through Aries' mind: When did domain experts become as common as cabbages?

She recognized at a glance that she had been pulled into someone's domain, and she wouldn't be able to get out until she broke through the domain.

At this moment, Daphne and Astoria were also pulled in.

The two were taken aback at first, then realized that Hermione had made the move. She had saved up money for the World Cup finals tickets by working odd jobs for Professor White, so she was in the stadium today as well.

Sure enough, the two looked around and saw Hermione and Cedric.

"I never expected to meet you in a place like this," Daphne said with a smile.

"Let's talk about this after we've dealt with her," Cedric interrupted Daphne's pleasantries, indicating that the immediate priority was to take down this person who was disrupting order alongside Voldemort.

Aries snorted coldly, deciding to get serious and show these young people what a real expert is!

"Come on!" she clapped her hands and shouted, "Even if I'm in your territory, I can still beat you little brats until you're begging for mercy!"

The five immediately engaged in a fierce battle within Hermione's territory.

Aries, as expected of an elite member of the secret order, used his formidable divine power to fight four opponents single-handedly, holding his own against them. With every move, he triggered a series of aerial explosions in the library, shattering all of Daphne and the other three's magical attacks.

The library, which was originally somewhat crowded, became more and more spacious as the fighting progressed. The tables, chairs, and bookshelves that were in the way were all reduced to splinters in the aftermath of the battle.

Aries grew increasingly confident with each strike, unleashing two feints that triggered two violent explosions not far in front of her, throwing Daphne and Cedric into disarray. Seeing this, she exclaimed joyfully, "This is the power of a domain!"

"Let me out, and I'll spare you, how about it?"

What the confident Aries didn't notice was that deep inside the library, a dark-haired boy was standing there, watching coldly.

This dark-haired boy was none other than Phantom Rice. If he were to join the battle, Aries would probably be less cheerful, but Hermione deliberately left him to wait in place.

She wanted to take this opportunity to hone her combat skills. After all, the battlefield was within her domain, and with her phantom powers, she was more than capable of handling any unexpected events.

"Hey ha!" Aries was completely unaware of Hermione's inner thoughts; she was currently immersed in boundless joy.

……

While the battle raged inside the library, the stadium roof had already been taken over by red and black colors.

"The troublesome people are all gone—why don't you take your burdens back?" Blood churned beneath Rice's feet, and the stench of blood around him was so thick it was suffocating.

Amidst the sea of ​​blood, the undead summoned by Voldemort are battling against the puppets of the Ministry of Magic.

With Rice's blessing, the puppets gained an almost overwhelming advantage over the zombies—Rice's domain would frequently disrupt the zombies' movements. In intense battles, a single moment of stun could cause a zombie to be torn to shreds by the puppets' spells.

Although the undead can be resurrected time and time again with the blessing of the Death Domain, this consumes the power of Voldemort's Domain, causing him to suffer losses in the clashes with Rice's Domain.

Voldemort snorted coldly and did not reply.

He knew, of course, that resurrecting the undead would deplete his power, but he had no choice. The undead could at least restrain the puppets, preventing them from interfering with his battle.

However, Voldemort didn't take this small matter to heart, because he still felt confident of victory.

If the zombie hadn't been so restrained by the mysterious man before him, expending too much of its domain's power, he would have already gained the upper hand and devoured the man's domain.

"You have earned my approval. Come, tell me your name!" Voldemort said, manipulating his Death Domain while firing spells at Rice with his wand in an attempt to distract him.

"Mysterious and powerful being, submit to me, and I can bestow upon you gifts you could never dream of!" Voldemort spoke from the bottom of his heart. He hoped that this mysterious and powerful being, who did not belong to the Secret Order, could join his ranks, so that he would have another trump card in the future struggle against Polaris.

It wouldn't be a problem to make him the second highest-ranking member of the Death Eaters.

Rice: ...

It seems that making too many Horcruxes can cause brain problems, and Rice felt he had gained valuable experimental data.

"Since you want to know my name, I might as well tell you, I am Salazar Slytherin."

Voldemort paused for a second upon hearing the name, then flew into a rage.

In his view, this mysterious man was simply trying to take advantage of him in various ways. He had indeed said he was a descendant of Slytherin, and now that the other person claimed to be Slytherin, wouldn't that make this mysterious man his ancestor?!

Enraged, Voldemort intensified his attack, and the Death Domain surged in power, unleashing a variety of dark spells as if they needed no magic at all.

To the untrained eye, Voldemort had the upper hand.

However, Voldemort's actions only made Rice want to laugh. He was now certain that Voldemort had only just awakened his domain and didn't even have an understanding of it, otherwise he wouldn't have made such an amateurish move.

Rice mobilized the sea of ​​blood, devouring all the spells Voldemort had shot at him, and then secretly transformed the magic within into the power of his own domain.

"You seem very angry?" After a long standoff with Voldemort, Rhys even felt a little sleepy. This was the most boring battle of wits he had ever had, so he started chatting with Voldemort.

"Is it because I said I was a Slytherin?"

Voldemort did not answer.

Rice shrugged: In this world, why is it that no one believes you when you tell the truth?

Do you believe Slytherin is your ancestor?

This time, Voldemort responded.

"The blood of the great Slytherin flows in my veins—"

"Stop, stop, stop! Slytherin doesn't have any descendants like you. Your basis for this isn't the Gaunt family, is it? The Gaunt family's ancestors were just bastards that Slytherin picked up by the roadside, born without a mother..."

Voldemort's rage had reached its peak; he felt an unprecedented humiliation.

"Enough!" he roared, abruptly withdrawing his domain and concentrating his powerful magic around himself. He decided to use this move he had just mastered to finish off his opponent.

"Let this one strike decide the victor!" Voldemort unleashed a condensed, almost tangible domain toward Rice.

"This is interesting." Rice felt that things were finally not so boring anymore.

If this is Voldemort's strongest attack method, then he has already figured out Voldemort's strength.

So he no longer needed to hold back.

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