All things are three at Hogwarts

Then Allen rushed towards the Dark Lord, and like an ancient Muggle holding a stick, he swung the staff at the Dark Lord with terrifying force in a physical attack. The white-haired wizard could no longer see it. The injured face was filled with anger.

Voldemort had no time to speak, so he could only raise his silver shield, which was originally used to resist the curse, and tried to use it like a Muggle to withstand the physical attack of the boy's staff in front of him. The power of the shadow made the staff cast his own shadow. , allowing Allen to cause this basic physical damage by waving the staff in the air thirty feet away.

The empty Muggle park echoed with loud bangs. The two consecutive blows came from Allen's heavy blows. The Dark Lord staggered due to the weakness caused by the previous curse and this attack. The fragments on the silver shield fell, cracked and flew away. Small pieces were constantly smashed out of the edge of this small shield.

These scattered fragments also flew and pierced the pure black robe of the Dark Lord, leaving some wounds on his body, but they were not fatal and could only be regarded as scratches. The Dark Lord wanted to cast spells and curse, But Allen's successive attacks did not give him this chance.

After that, Allen had already rushed to Voldemort's side, and used the tip of his staff to make direct contact with the silver shield for the third time. The tip of the hell fiend's skull, which began to burn with black flames, let out a devil's shrill laugh, Under the severe pain in the Dark Lord's left hand, the silver shield carefully made by himself was restored in an instant. Some metal powder failed to withstand a spell in this duel, because the shield directly interacted with Ai When Ren's staff came into contact, the Mordenkainen Disintegration Technique contained in it was restored to the basic material form before it was successfully crafted into a magic item.

"I want to pay you back!" Allen shouted in victory. He raised his staff and jumped up. Although there was no plan, he waved the staff again with amazing speed and agility. The Dark Lord had not had time to do so. Reacting to the loss of a silver shield, he only had time to exclaim, and then he rolled to one side without being as impressed as before, barely dodging a blow from the opponent's hands.

And where he just fell down, a crack was opened in the cement floor. The high temperature brought by the black flames scorched everything nearby. The cement gravel and the silver shield fragments that were broken in the first two attacks splashed down. One place.

"Stop! We are not Muggles. We should use magic in duels!" the Dark Lord roared, and stood up in a hurry. The dust on the ground made his all-black robe look very sloppy.

"Then you have to wait until I pay you back!" Allen grinned. In fact, after venting continuously, he was no longer very angry. Under the effect of the energy-absorbing spell just now, the weakened Voldemort was now weak. The evasive movements now seem to be consistent with the signs of aging in his early seventies, and with Allen who is less than seventeen years old, the scene at this time was a bit like a delinquent trying to beat and bully an old man with a stick...

But the strong sense of humiliation it brought surrounded Tom Riddle, reminding him of the bullying he suffered before he realized his abilities in the orphanage.

But Voldemort's angry desire for revenge was interrupted, because Allen raised his huge staff again and smashed it down at Voldemort, and this time he seemed to have found a combo technique, avoiding other enemies sideways. At that time, it swept over violently.

This forced Voldemort to jump up and dodge in a way that was inappropriate for his age. However, Voldemort, who had somewhat regained his rhythm, was still in the air and swung out with the wand in his hand.

"Avada eats the big melon!!!" Before the highest point of the jump, a green light was heading towards Allen. Voldemort felt that he had cast the fastest death curse in his life, and this kind of close-range attack It was impossible for Lun to have time to use the transformation technique to raise a high enough earth wall as a barrier for defense.

But in Voldemort's pleased eyes, Allen in front of him did not panic, and stopped hitting people with his staff. He just waved his hand at the ground as if he didn't care at all about the last attack he had cast in front of him, which was cast by the Dark Lord himself. He is good at fatal spells.

Amidst the startled gasps from the wizard outside the field, just when the green light was about to hit Allen, Allen's head suddenly separated from the middle after becoming blurred, and split into two parts from his neck, and the killing curse was cast. It passed directly through the split gap in the middle without any hindrance.

What seemed even more creepy and weird was that the eyes on both sides of Allen's head, which was exuding black mist, looked at Voldemort at the same time, with some mocking smiles.

"Pillock!!!" The heartbreaking pain that came from the soles of his feet as soon as he landed on the ground made Voldemort ignore the uneasiness and fear caused by Allen using this strange way to avoid attacks, and also ignored the fact that he was currently live broadcasting and could not maintain his image. He cursed a native British curse, and then as the pain fully unfolded, his pale snake face instantly twisted and wrinkled into a ball, stroking his feet with both hands but not daring to actually touch them.

In the distance, the bald middle-aged wizard who was holding his breath and afraid to breathe through the live monitor gave a close-up of the expression on Voldemort's face. Seeing such a ferocious expression on the mysterious man at close range, he was so shocked that he collapsed Taking a breath of cold air, he felt that the soles of his feet were also aching faintly. Dumbledore didn't even notice that he subconsciously covered Harry's still immature and green eyes with his old hands.

What Voldemort, who had just jumped up, didn't notice at all was that almost as soon as he cast it, Allen quickly cast and completed a transformation spell on the ground under his feet. The previous cement and silver shield fragments turned into Iron Lego toys suddenly appeared at Voldemort's feet. The round protrusions that those Lego toys originally had have now turned into sharp cones with a metallic luster.

And Voldemort, who had always been accustomed to not wearing shoes, had just jumped up with bare feet to avoid Allen's sweep. After casting the spell, his attention was completely focused on Allen. Now he fell heavily, and his two soles stepped firmly on it. On several sharp and protruding pieces of iron Lego, these small pieces of Muggle toys hit the soles of his feet.

It wasn't until Voldemort lowered his head and looked at these sharp little things that he realized what they were. He couldn't believe that the thing that gave him such pain was not something more magical, just something similar to building blocks, in order to no longer be there. He was even more embarrassed during the live broadcast, allowing all wizards to see his embarrassed appearance. After Voldemort's first blast, he tried his best to restrain his desire to scream. His pale, hairless face regained some color due to the redness. , but the continuous uncontrollable pain made his two slit-like nostrils seem to open and close with trembling when he raised his head.

"According to Muggles, pain can be divided into three levels of pain, unbearable pain, and the pain of stepping on Lego..." Allen did not continue to pursue, but lifted up his robe, revealing the arcanist on his feet. Leather boots, he raised his feet and shook the soles of the leather boots with non-slip patterns as if to show it to the Dark Lord, "Tom... you know I'm not too interested in the bloodline thing, but no matter how pure I am, The blood family gave me a decent education on how to maintain a pure-blood wizard, and Muggle schools taught children not to walk barefoot outdoors to avoid accidents... Even such a famous Dark Lord... You should also dress more carefully, so that you will be less hurt..."

Voldemort, who was in pain, had no time to pay attention to Allen's taunts. He hid his anger and other emotions deep in his heart. With rich combat experience, he knelt on the ground with his knees instead of the soles of his feet for support and then apparated away some distance, taking advantage of Allen's lack of pursuit. For a moment, he squatted on the ground and quickly waved his wand. As he moved, a rumbling sound came from the ground, the ground shook continuously, and a door to another world made of white bones began to appear out of thin air.

And just when Voldemort cast the summoning spell and teleported himself to try to distance himself, Allen's hand without the wand also waved. The wizards who were watching the duel from a distance were shocked when Voldemort revealed his figure. With an exhalation, the bald wizard who had been monitoring the screen quickly moved his hand away from the instrument to avoid causing the camera to shake.

But Voldemort, who had just reappeared, didn't feel anything unusual. He took the time to lift his legs stiffly and pointed his wand at the soles of his feet that were covered with dust and grass. The tip of the wand trembled slightly, and the Lego quickly bounced off the soles of his feet. , leaving a few bloody and hollow marks, blood suddenly emerged from those depressions, and the painful taste of the soles of the feet seemed to be written into the memory of the skin. The Dark Lord did not intend to end this duel just like that. He knew This kind of injury that does not have magic power can heal itself immediately with magic as long as he is given a little time.

Reflecting the collection of all ugliness, evil and chaos, the ultimate cruelty came out from the other side of the formed gate to another world, and began to gradually spread in the park. A huge monster suddenly flew out of the wall and stood there. Between Ellen and Voldemort