Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Rice, who no longer restrained himself, condensed the sea of ​​blood into a not-so-big net in just a moment and erected it in front of him.

As soon as Rice raised his hand, the net flew towards Voldemort's big black ball.

Voldemort only felt that his magic power, which had been running smoothly, suddenly produced violent fluctuations, and the divine body that had been fused with his body also produced a violent reaction.

Oops!

Voldemort's expression suddenly changed. Such a huge mistake in the operation of magic power had a devastating impact on his spell. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw the power of death to himself to minimize his losses, but it was too late. The sphere formed by his domain had already collided with the net formed by Rice's domain.

Voldemort's black ball lasted less than a second before it shattered.

"Tom, the power that does not belong to you will eventually leave you." Rice said calmly. He did nothing just now, but revealed the true face of his magic.

He had long sensed a familiar aura in Voldemort, and after careful identification he discovered that Voldemort had merged the remains of several "old acquaintances".

So Rice couldn't help but greet his "old friends". Apparently, his enthusiastic attitude excited his old friends, which immediately disrupted the flow of Voldemort's magic.

Voldemort used external forces to climb to a height that did not belong to him. Although he stood higher and saw farther, all of this was just a castle on a pile of sand. When Rice kicked the sand hard, Voldemort's castle began to crumble.

But even if the gods were not moved by Rice, Rice had nothing to worry about. He could just use his domain power to face them head-on. In terms of the application of the domain, Voldemort was still far behind.

Swish!

Voldemort barely dodged the attack of the domain web, but he paid the price of an arm.

The arm that was covered by the domain net was directly cut into pieces of meat the size of the mesh. Voldemort believed that if he was a few seconds late, his body would have suffered the same fate.

Although one of his arms was cut off, Voldemort did not take this minor injury seriously. Even without the power of the domain, he could still use magic to make up for the missing arm, not to mention that he had obtained the blessing of the domain.

It only takes a moment, a split second - eh?

Voldemort looked at the cross section of his arm in astonishment. He had just used the remaining power of the domain, but was unable to restore his arm.

After taking another careful look at the cross section, Voldemort discovered that it was covered with a layer of dark red blood. He suddenly realized that the opponent's domain was interfering with the regeneration of his broken limbs!

Voldemort understood that unless he removed the remaining domain power from the wound, he would never be able to grow his arm again.

Les stood aside, watching Voldemort study his wounds quietly.

"Tom, this is the power of domain. By the way, speaking of this, I have to correct your word choice. It is [domain], not [divine domain] - oh, wait, your power comes from the ancient gods, so it doesn't seem wrong to call it the divine domain..." Rice's teaching habit was accidentally triggered, and he chattered on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on gave Voldemort a good lesson.

Voldemort's face turned red as he listened to the sound that sounded like the hum of a mosquito.

He was so angry. He hated that Shen Hai failed at the critical moment, and he hated that he was not strong enough to cut the person in front of him into pieces!

Seeing that the "student" was unwilling to listen, Rice shut his mouth and walked straight towards Voldemort.

Seeing Les approaching, Voldemort was shocked, and he immediately gathered the remaining power of death together, but before he could launch an attack, Les's sea of ​​blood surged over and instantly dispersed Voldemort's domain. After the black ball was shattered, Voldemort lost the qualification to fight Les.

Along with Voldemort's domain, the zombies he summoned were also destroyed. Without Voldemort's power supply, the zombies were quickly wiped out by the puppets.

Les stood in front of Voldemort, staring at him calmly. Voldemort wanted to fight back, he was not the kind of person who would sit and wait for death, but the hand holding the wand had been chopped off.

"When you were sorted, did the Sorting Hat say anything to you?" Rice asked this question out of the blue.

“What?” Voldemort was stunned. The Sorting Ceremony seemed to have happened very, very long ago, but he still remembered the scene of that day vividly.

"As soon as I touched the hat, it decided to put me in Slytherin House. It said Slytherin could help me achieve glory." He actually answered Les' question seriously.

Les:…

It seems that it is really necessary to upgrade the Sorting Hat and stop sorting weird guys into your own house!

After learning about Muggle universities, Rice believes that the Sorting Hat has drawbacks: the 100% admission rate itself is unreasonable!

Hogwarts seems to accept all students with magical talents in Britain, which is ridiculous. This leads to some weirdos being admitted, and it is difficult to sort them.

Should we screen the students to be admitted? This thought came to Rice's mind, but he felt that this idea would be strongly opposed by Helga.

Perhaps there are other ways, such as learning from the strategies of the Muggles and dividing Hogwarts into several grades, similar to the junior high school, high school and university of the Muggles, and in the process, eliminating unsuitable students step by step...

This might help us get past Helga.

Rice collected his thoughts and reconsidered how to deal with Voldemort.

Killing this guy is not possible for the time being, and it is a pity, but I can't just let him leave in such a swagger. I can easily deal with him, but others can't.

In just a few moments, Rice thought a lot. Finally, the sea of ​​blood rose high, condensed into a spear, and pierced Voldemort's chest in one go.

"Ah!" Voldemort let out a scream.

"You're too weak. You didn't even allow me to use my full strength. This is so disappointing." Les's face was full of boredom, as if the battle just now was just a boring trick to him.

There was a gleam in Voldemort's eyes: He seized the opportunity!

The moment the mysterious strong man in front of him made his move, his boundless domain shrank!

It's now!

With a snap, Voldemort pulled himself together and Apparated away with the spear formed from a sea of ​​blood.

Les did not react and just watched Voldemort escape.

Until this moment, the Aurors who had retreated far away slowly came closer. They felt as if their worldview had been shattered.

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A little late, but the update is still here! Good night everyone

There is another chapter in the evening. I will code it when I get home from get off work.