After rebirth, Voldemort looked at his hands in surprise.

After a while, his snake face showed an ecstatic expression.

He never thought that he could live again.

From a piece of soul and a piece of memory, he became a complete person again.

He looked at the Goblin Master beside him, and then at Dowey Jones.

His expression could not contain his joy.

"You are seeking death, Dowey Jones. As a mercy, I will let you die peacefully."

Voldemort said.

He seems to be arrogant and really squandering his mercy.

Du Wei was extremely weak, and the pain of tearing his soul away made him unable to concentrate at all.

That kind of momentary, momentary pain.

This may be the closest he's ever come to death, even closer than when he suffered Avada Kedavra.

But the more this happened, the more excited Du Wei became.

His eyes turned black.

Under normal circumstances, a wizard in this state, even Dumbledore, would not be able to cast a spell.

Spells have a lot to do with the wizard's mentality. When a wizard is in such a bad state, even if he is holding an elder wand, a student will use a disarming spell to disarm the elder wand in his hand.

That's right, it's Dumbledore after being poisoned.

Duwei took out Walker's wand, placed it in his hand, and raised it flat.

His hands are shaking.

His wand was also trembling.

"Want to be free, Tom?"

"Want to leave, Tom?"

"Want to kill everyone here, Tom?"

"Come here, get this magic wand," Du Wei lowered his head, coughed and said, "You can fulfill all your long-cherished wishes.

Just take two steps forward."

Tom Riddle didn't move.

He looked cautiously at Dowey Jones in front of him.

As for the goblin masters around him, he didn't even look at these goblins. In his eyes, these goblins were just air.

Here is someone who can be called his opponent.

There is only Dowey Jones in front of me.

"A trap, a bad trap."

Tom whispered.

He had already awakened a very powerful magical ability when he was very young, or in other words, when he was in the orphanage at a very young age.

It's like when Harry Potter was young, he lost a whole piece of glass in the reptile house and let the snakes inside escape.

It was like Neville Longbottom flying across a street when he fell from the attic.

Our little Tom, when he was in the orphanage, was already able to create many accidents with his evil magic.

This includes, but is not limited to, asking snakes to attack one's "friends", setting the wardrobe on fire, making rocks fly inexplicably, and breaking the heads of "little friends".

However, even if he can cast spells without a wand, the power of casting spells without a wand is still greatly weakened.

So he went after the Elder Wand.

He doesn't believe in the legend of the three brothers at all. He is not a saint. For him, the Elder Wand is just a magic amplifier.

Its biggest function is to increase his mana and make him more powerful.

He only believes in power.

Because since he was young, what he lacked most was strength.

Character flaws always need something to make up for.

It's always easy to be missing something.

But making up for it is difficult enough.

His fingers are very slender and beautiful, like his hands playing a piano, with well-defined joints and slightly protruding veins.

Voldemort pointed his slender finger at Dewey Jones.

"You can't scare me, Dowey Jones, I can tell you're weak and you're pretending to be strong.

You're dying, Dowey Jones, and I smell death in you."

Voldemort said so, but he would never get closer to Du Wei.

"My dear, don't be so vigilant. Look, what can I do to you?

You told me I'm going to die soon."

Duwei coughed, threw the wand aside, leaned against the wall and said weakly: "I just gave birth to you, and I have already devoted all my energy, Tom.

I have no power against me anymore.

Have you heard of myths? No matter which country it comes from, that damn myth?

Killing the father and seizing the mother is like a tribe of lions.

Those who have great power are no different from wild beasts.

My little Tom, they just unleashed their bestiality.

They lost their humanity, lost their divinity, and magnified their bestiality.

You can also, come on, kill me, and you can become a complete person.

Accomplish a mythical feat."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he started laughing.

This smile made his soul hurt even more.

Voldemort walked in a circle, walking around Dewey Jones, keeping his eyes on Dewey Jones, trying to find the trap set by Dewey Jones. He did not believe that anyone would choose death.

He only believed that this was a trap that Dowey Jones had set long ago, waiting for him to step into it.

"Then..." Voldemort looked at Dowey Jones and suddenly moved his hand. Without a wand, he could not cast a sufficiently sophisticated magic, but he did not intend to cast any sophisticated magic, such as transfiguration.

It's actually very simple to kill someone.

It's okay without Avada Kedavra.

Just blow his head off.

This is what he is doing now!

The moment Voldemort took action, his eyes revealed countless, rich malice that was about to turn into substance. He was like a poisonous snake hunting, trying his best to strike with all his strength!

After he moved his hands, a strange force appeared in front of Du Wei, pressing down on Du Wei's head and slamming it into the wall behind him.

Voldemort used such force that the wall behind Du Wei was knocked out of the spider web-like state of fragmentation.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

Dowey Jones's head smashed into the wall!

At this moment, Voldemort was shocked to see that in front of him, a large amount of green Avada Kedavra was sweeping towards him.

Not only that, there were also a large number of fainting people mixed in.

There is also a disarming spell.

These curses filled his entire field of vision in an instant.

Du Wei developed Avada Kedavra, which cannot kill people, and developed the unique use of Avada Kedavra.

As we all know, Avada Kedavra cannot be blocked by ordinary spells. Even the highest level of armor protection is still unable to prevent Avada Kedavra.

So Dewey Jones treated Avada Kedavra as a defense-breaking version of the coma.

No need to kill, just knock people out.

But no matter what kind of curse it is, as long as it is a curse, it may be harmful.

Even if it's a fainting spell, or a more harmless disarming spell, if a person takes several spells at once, big trouble will happen.

Professor McGonagall was rushed to St. Mungo's for treatment after taking four hits and "passed out."

To use other people's words, Professor McGonagall still suffered such harm despite her age.
To be continued...