Chapter 515 You, the Devil, Really Make Me Happy

"Ridiculous!" Lucius couldn't help but curse.

This is too outrageous!

Salazar Slytherin was a wizard from a thousand years ago. His bones should have rotted. How could he appear in front of him like this?

Whether from a rational or emotional level, Lucius could not accept this answer.

"It's okay. I'll prove it to you." Rice has long been accustomed to others not believing in his identity. He is even familiar with proving his identity.

Rice started without warning.

With a shake of the wand, the body of the goblin standing in the front exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Before other people and goblins could react, the second and third balls of blood mist appeared.

Like a conductor of an orchestra, Rice gently waved his wand. Every time the tip of the wand slashed, a goblin died on the spot.

Of course, Rice is not a madman who only knows how to attack. He will use defensive magic or conjure a wall of earth to resist spells from all directions, and will also move his steps to get out of the way of attacks that can be easily avoided.

After fighting for a while, Les clearly felt that not only the actual combat ability of wizards had greatly regressed, but also the combat effectiveness of goblins was not as good as it was a thousand years ago.

This group of Gringotts guards could not bring him any pressure at all.

Les even had the time to show mercy - those wizard guards were just disarmed by him and then knocked unconscious on the spot.

A few minutes later, only Lucius was left standing.

Feeling the strong bloody smell in his nose that almost turned into substance, Lucius felt that he could not even move a finger.

Les walked to his side. The siege of so many goblins and guards did not even allow a drop of blood to be stained on his wizard robe.

He stretched and yawned: the biggest harm to him from this low-intensity battle was that his strength had regressed invisibly.

Fighting with the weak all the time is the most terrifying weakening of the strong. They corrode the edge of the strong like humid air, making them fall unconsciously.

Before, Rice could kill those guys with insufficient strength in seconds through the power of the domain, but now he has to use spells to name them one by one. This may be the biggest inconvenience of losing the domain.

"Okay, the things that are in the way have been cleared away. Tell me where Voldemort is. I believe you know it." Rice looked at Lucius and said in an unquestionable tone.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously asked back: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, kill him." Rice was a little impatient.

He didn't want to waste time here anymore.

Looking at the extremely confident Rice, Lucius suddenly believed what he said.

The person in front of him might really be the wizard who was active a thousand years ago, Salazar Slytherin. Although he didn't know why he appeared here, there was no doubt that he was resurrected.

After weighing the pros and cons in a very short time, Lucius decided to reveal Voldemort's location to Slytherin.

Doing so would only benefit him and not harm him.

"In the old Riddle house, that is-" Before Lucius finished speaking, Rice signaled that he didn't need to continue.

He was quite familiar with that place.

After waking up the two goblins who led the way at first, Les ordered them to take him to the vault of the Lestrange family.

There was something there that he had to take away from Gringotts today.

Soon, he got the Hufflepuff gold cup.

"Lucius, give it to Dumbledore. You are a smart man, you must know the consequences of pretending to obey but secretly disobeying." Les glanced at Lucius and warned him.

After tremblingly taking the gold cup from Les's hand, Lucius still plucked up the courage to ask Les a question.

"Where is my nephew?"

Les was surprised by Lucius' courage.

In his impression, Lucius was a slippery fence-sitter, a person who changed his mind according to the situation and was only interested in profit. He didn't expect that he was so determined on the matter of his nephew, which made him look at him with new eyes.

"I am your nephew. You can think of it as me awakening in his body after he turned sixteen."

Lucius's face turned pale: Although he didn't quite understand the principle of Slytherin's meaning, he could still understand the content: Did his nephew disappear forever?

"You don't have to be too pessimistic. I just came back here for a short time. When my mission is completed, your nephew will naturally come back."

Lucius's face was red again.

"Don't worry, I will arrange everything." Rice waved his hand to reassure Lucius.

"Thank you, thank you!" Lucius suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to be easier to talk to than the Dark Lord.

"Remember to give the things to Dumbledore. Offer this thing. You will not suffer any loss in the future." After leaving such a sentence, Rice's figure disappeared from the underground vault of Gringotts.

Lucius was overjoyed. He fully understood the hint of Lord Slytherin, and also understood his mission.

When Rice appeared again, he had already arrived at Little Hangleton Village.

He wanted to go and fight with Voldemort, so that he could see the peak fighting power of this world.

He hoped that Voldemort would not let him down.

When he walked into the Riddle house again, Rice noticed that although the exterior was still shabby, the interior of the house was quite clean.

It can be seen that Voldemort is a respectable man who is not willing to stay in a doghouse-like environment.

As soon as Les stepped into the lawn of the mansion, a swimming shadow attracted his attention.

It was a shiny big python, and the scales of the snake skin shone with a bronze luster in the sun. No matter from which angle you evaluate it, it is a very good-looking snake.

Since he saw the snake, Les's eyes have never moved away.

It's not that he has a strange habit, but because he saw the unusual past of this snake.

It used to be a person.

Les saw Astoria's future in it.

If Astoria hadn't met him, she would have become like this one day in the future, trapped in the body of a snake and unable to escape. In the end, the mind in the soul will be erased bit by bit, leaving only the instinct of the snake.

The state of this witch now is not much different from that of a real snake.

Even in his heyday, he was powerless to save the situation and could hardly do anything.

The big snake swam into the mansion, and Les followed her steps and successfully found the Voldemort he had been thinking about.

The moment he walked into the room, Les' eyes lit up: there was an unexpected gain!

Peter Pettigrew was also here, this was really great!

"You, the devil, really make me happy."

This was the first sentence Voldemort heard, and then he found that he seemed to be flying.

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