Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"..."

"Mission 2: Help the Dark Lord to resurrect and join the Death Eaters (completed)"

"..."

"Task Three: Help the Death Eaters rule the wizarding world (based on the Dark Lord taking over the Ministry of Magic, the destruction of Hogwarts, and the death of Dumbledore)"

「(Completed)」

look.

The "singularity" level hell that everyone in the space is afraid of was easily passed by me...

Ten times the reward...

Oh no.

Now there was only one step left, the only uncertain step in the task - he hid the locket, the golden cup, and the diadem, to avoid Voldemort's vigilance as the Horcruxes were destroyed one by one.

Now, what he has to do is kill Nagini.

escape.

Destroy the remaining three Horcruxes.

Return to space.

Receive award.

Closer to God...

what.

William Elliot laughed in his heart, watching coldly as these fools around him worked hard for their leader, the Dark Lord, bending over for power, for gold coins, for empty, non-existent power...

He suddenly felt that the contempt from the space was not because their strength far exceeded that of these NPCs.

It’s because of vision.

The taskers traveled through different worlds and saw too many creatures.

These people found the most essential thing and what they most needed to pursue in just a few missions (perhaps just once) - qualitative changes in body and soul.

Anything beyond that is false.

They are not born high above, but rely on space to broaden their horizons. Of course, in the end, they want to transcend space.

Anyone with talent would think so.

They are a group of lucky people. People in the mission world...

All I can say is, it's a pity.

Low-level NPC.

William Elliot thought compassionately as he followed the crowd to the dining hall. Having killed Dumbledore, Voldemort had to celebrate today.

"Take your seats, my faithful servants..."

It was still a cold layout, with a long table and high-backed chairs. Tom Riddle had taken his inner desire for pure blood to the extreme, not to mention the decoration.

He sat at the top of the table with his hands elegantly crossed, looking from the beginning to each of his subordinates one by one.

——The giant python that had followed him for a long time was also cruising on the table at the same frequency as his sight.

Silence.

"Today is a day to celebrate, ladies and gentlemen."

He looked around, feeling elated. A giant python swam by, hissing and spitting out its tongue...

William Eliot was no longer willing to listen to him.

He stared at the python's path, and a layer of slippery sweat appeared on his palms. He had to kill Nagini with one strike, and then leave immediately, destroy the remaining three Horcruxes, and leave this world.

Once he takes action against Nagini, there will be no turning back. He will be caught between the black and white camps.

No failure is allowed, no accidents are allowed.

Tiny spots of light gathered silently towards the man's palm like a flock of butterflies flapping their wings...

The snake was getting closer and closer to him.

"…We have a noble mission, in…"

"…for those stubborn ones…"

"…I think it is necessary for the Ministry of Magic to…"

"…Look, the world is in my hands…"

No, Tom, your world is actually in my hands.

near, near.

The flashing spots finally attracted the attention of people on both sides, and William Elliot no longer concealed the sudden light in his hand - he suddenly raised his hand and kicked the chair away!

The outer coat of the waving light was torn off as it fell rapidly.

A long and narrow blade burning with cold blue flames appeared in the air!

"William! What are you doing!?"

The scolding seemed to come from another world.

Three magatamas chased and spun in the crimson eyeball. William Elliot blocked out the sounds in his ears and focused all his energy on his goal.

The head of a python.

"kill--!!"

Click!

A crisp breaking sound.

Flesh and blood splattered.

The blue flame quickly climbed up the snake's scales after the blade cut off the snake's head, not only burning the flesh at the severed end, but also roasting the blood in the struggling snake's head and body...

With a whoosh, the sword swept horizontally after the vertical chop, and drove away the Death Eaters who tried to approach.

He succeeded! !

Killed Nagini!

Killed...

success…

Now ...

?

Huh? The system prompt didn't pop up...?

I can't think about that much anymore.

The badge in my palm was getting hot.

"Portkey", he didn't spend a penny to get it - find a skilled wizard, convince him, and make a deal with him. Let him make and set a portkey for fixed-point teleportation, trade, and then...

Kill him again.

You don't have to spend a penny.

"Whether it's a system problem, Nagini, or a plot problem, I have to leave now."

His thumb found the small bump on the badge and pressed down hard.

Nothing happened.

Voldemort stood behind the chair and looked at him leisurely, grinning, and malice surged towards him from all directions.

"Do you think that you can deceive the world by using a 'Death Curse' that I have never seen before?" He roughly dragged Bella to his side. "The spell is good, but you seem to have overlooked a problem. There will always be some traces left on the body of a person whose soul has been taken away..."

"Anti-Apparition spell has been set up here, Mr. William. Considering that we have been cooperating happily... I think I should give you a decent death."

"What do you say?"

Chapter 202 The Returning Person

As Voldemort spoke, the Death Eaters gradually gathered around.

Wands were pointed at him.

"I don't understand. You can't leave my camp anymore."

Why would you go to such great lengths to destroy the Horcrux that keeps me immortal?

This was what Voldemort wanted to ask but couldn't ask in front of everyone.

But he didn't need an answer.

Not important anymore.

"kill him."

In an instant, evil curses rained down like raindrops!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Avada——"

More than a dozen spells hit the air in front of the man, and the outline of the armor shaped by energy was vaguely visible.

no…

Can't stop it.

William waved his sword in a panic, retreating as he swung, trying to find something to block him - nothing. Except for the table in the center, the entire space was empty.

Then, after Voldemort raised his wand and joined in, the precarious shields and armor finally collapsed and melted away.

If he doesn't make a decision, he will really die here.

"Lord God! System! Respond... respond to me!"

The two life-saving effects of the Ring Hub have been used up long ago, and the shield and armor can only be used a few times due to material limitations...

"I want--"

"Please select the loan type."

The voices of gloating finally appeared.

Absolutely, absolutely, gloating. This time William Elliott heard it clearly.

"Activate it, both eyes, both types, activate it!"

"It has been detected that the missioner is in the highest difficulty level - the 'Singularity' level world."

"'Punishment copy' detected."

"A second 'extra' loan has been opened for you."

"Please choose——"

"Sharingan! Quick!! Sharingan——"

"I have found the 'Sharingan' - after activating both eyes, you need to pay 1000 points per second..."

"Activate! Activate! Activate the previously preset types, Shenwei, you can find it!"

"The tasker has been confirmed."

"Infusing energy..."

"Activation confirmed: 'Mangekyo Sharingan (Trial Version)'"