From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

With his silver-white wings fluttering, Xiven used the Patronus Charm to quickly expel all the surrounding Dementors. Then, in a clean area that had been cleared, he touched his hand on the invisible barrier.

As a wave of ripples emerged, the invisible barrier in front suddenly extended into a hole, and another space hidden deep outside the world emerged in front of us. The architectural style here seemed to pull people forward for thousands of years——

Walls stacked up layer by layer enclose a majestic giant building with square corners. This tower temple originating from Sumer stands in the center of the space.

This tall pagoda temple uses a multi-story high platform as its vertical foundation, with long stairs for people to walk up and down. From the appearance, it has the feeling of an Egyptian pyramid, but also has the charm of the Acropolis of Athens. It is like an epic spanning thousands of years, displayed in the eyes of visitors.

The dark wind roared, and countless dementors floated around the towering temple towering majestically on the desert. However, intimidated by the patron saint flying around Xiwen, few bold dementors dared to come and stop him.

Xiwen adjusted his cloak and walked slowly and slowly. The dementors retreated wherever he passed, which kept the space around him clean at all times.

As the double-layered guard wall with multiple layers of colored glass burned into animal images in front of him got closer and closer, Xiwen gradually saw clearly the handsome young man who was obscured by many black fogs.

"Voldemort, I'm here to negotiate."

Looking at Riddle standing on the city wall, Sivan said expressionlessly.

A pair of plain white wings extended from his back, flapped gently, and soared into the air lightly. Finally, he was suspended in front of the city wall at the same height as Riddle, looking directly at the familiar but unfamiliar junior in front of him with an indifferent expression.

Riddle's expression darkened, he stared coldly at Xiven suspended in the air, and said coldly: "I have nothing to negotiate with you!"

"I now have the power of Death, you will no longer be my opponent!"

Hearing these words, Xiven raised his eyes silently, and then looked at the wall behind Riddle boredly, as if he thought it would be better to appreciate the classical art style for a while than to talk to him.

"You look down on me?!"

Riddle, who was despised, was furious and immediately pointed his wand at Sivan——

"I want to see how you look down on people, Avada Kedavra

Kedavra)! "

Hearing Riddle's chanting, Xiven turned his gaze back to the powerful life-killing curse with a hint of black in the green in front of him, and sighed softly: "I thought that after so many years, you should have gotten rid of your arrogance. You have a bad habit, Voldemort. But I didn’t expect that with a little bit of power, I could turn you back into your original shape.”

He stretched his left hand forward and formed a mudra at the same time, and raised the wand with the other hand.

Blue and yellow thunder shot out at the same time, and merged into a heavy gray in the air, and finally collided fiercely with the black and green Death Curse!

Xiwen directly used the power of his soul body this time, without any thought of holding back.

The gray lightning suddenly pushed the black-green Death Curse toward the city wall where Riddle was standing without any stagnation!

Riddle opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark gray lightning that rushed straight in front of him. He tried his best to deflect its direction with his wand. However, the next moment, several more consecutive curses hit him, without giving any chance. A chance for him to breathe.

Under Sivan's indiscriminate bombardment, this city wall with a strong classical atmosphere was immediately reduced to ruins. Riddle did not know how many times he was attacked by magic spells. If he hadn't used the power of Dementors and Death to transform his body and be able to transform into black mist to evade most attacks, he would have been in pieces by now.

Just two minutes passed, and Riddle's entire body became tattered, and no part of his robe was intact anymore.

Xiven held the Ring of Raggador in his left hand, and put the wand between his eyebrows in his right hand, with a warm smile on his face.

"Can we negotiate now, Voldemort?"

But Riddle had a look of disbelief on his face, but he didn't dare to move.

"What kind of negotiation are you doing, Rozier?!" he said aggrievedly.

"If I remember correctly, you should be the one who made the first move." Sivan put away the wand that was placed between Riddle's eyebrows, curled his lips, and said. "Do you think I don't know you? You can't learn to speak well without being at a disadvantage."

Riddle's expression showed a bit of embarrassment, then he suppressed it and said stiffly: "Tell me, Rozier, how do you want to negotiate?"

"I need you as a spy to tell me the location of the God of Death and his current specific information." Xiven said. "The God of Death has gifted you this piece of space in the Mesopotamian plain. It seems that he attaches great importance to you. I guess you will not be without this basic information."

"But why should I tell you?" Riddle said. "I only need to notify the God of Death to come here and kill you, so who is qualified to negotiate with me?"

"You won't do that." Sivan chuckled, shook his head, and said to Riddle. "I know your ambition is not just to be a follower of Death. If Death comes to kill me directly, you will lose the opportunity to make a profit."

"What's more, you are not the kind of person who is willing to let others influence your freedom, Riddle."

He looked at Riddle deeply, and the name he called him changed from the awkward "Voldemort" back to the surname "Riddle".

Riddle was silent for a while, and then said: "Since you know that I joined the camp of Death, I think you also know that there is no way for me to betray Death, because he can easily erase my existence through the Mark of Death."

"But you have a solution, don't you?" Xiwen asked with a chuckle.

"Why do you dare to be so sure?" Riddle raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Because you are so afraid of death that you will never put your life in the hands of others." Xiwen said. "What's more, Dumbledore has already learned your plan from Professor Slughorn."

"Riddle, I really didn't expect you to learn such extreme black magic and even prepare to use it many times."

Xiwen's expression became serious and he looked coldly into Riddle's dark eyes.

Riddle's expression also became grim.

"What on earth do you know?" he asked gloomily.

Xiwen spoke slowly and said that frightening word.

"Horcrux!"

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