Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 326 Masked Rider Chronos
Squeak.

The sound of the door opening was particularly obvious in the silent church.

Old Hanks drew his wand and pointed it at the church entrance.

"I heard that you sold Lucius a wand?" It was a thin figure in a black robe, but his voice was strangely sharp and as cold as the wind.

Somehow, the sound made the sparse hair on the back of Hanks' neck stand up.

"Who are you?" Old Hanks clenched his wand and rubbed the door key with his other hand.

"I've placed an Anti-Portkey Charm around you," the man drawled.

To the wand that old Hanks had pointed at him, it was like looking at a stick.

"Anti-Portkey Charm? I've never heard of it." Old Hanks put down the Portkey.

"Are you trying to stall for time?"

"No one else can enter here now, not even wizards."

"All you have to do now is answer my question!" His voice suddenly rose and became sharp and piercing.

"What should I call you?" Old Hanks took a deep breath and pretended to be calm.

"Humph, my name!"

"Do you dare to pronounce my name?" the man in black robe sneered.

"Voldemort!" exclaimed old Hanks.

In the wizarding world, this is the only name that no one dares to pronounce.

"You—you are?"

"Why?" stammered old Hanks.

The man in black robe lifted his hood, revealing a head that was paler than a skull, full of blue veins, two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and a face with two thin slits for nostrils.

"Oh, how clever!" Voldemort smiled and tapped his slender pale fingers on the wooden table, as if reminding someone.

"Greyback!" Old Hanks exclaimed, but the next second he wanted to strangle himself.

Because the more he knew, the closer he was to death.

Fenrir Greyback is perhaps the most vicious werewolf alive today.

He made it his mission to bite and infect as many people as possible, hoping to create a large number of werewolves to defeat the wizards.

Greyback preyed on children, biting them when they were young, then taking them away from their parents and training them to hate wizards.

He had shaggy gray hair and beard, pointed yellow teeth, canker sores at the corners of his mouth, and he often emanated a strange smell that was a mixture of dust, sweat, and blood.

And the person in front of him, who was most likely Voldemort, had this smell about him.

Most importantly, he had met Greyback before, and although the man in front of him had changed a lot, he could still see the shadow of Greyback.

"You are really smart. This body was given to me by him. It is hard for you to recognize him. After all, this body has been... He can obviously be the same as Quirinus."

"If it wasn't that guy, it should be the diary. My stupid servants also betrayed me. For a guy whose real age is only 17 years old!"

"And Harry Potter, they don't think he is really more powerful than me, Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in history!" Voldemort walked around the table. Perhaps because he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, or perhaps because he thought old Hanks would die at his hands soon, he talked a lot.

Some secrets that even the Death Eaters closest to him didn't know kept coming out of his mouth.

Old Hanks had thought about resisting, but a strange force suddenly restrained him.

The secrets from Voldemort's mouth were like a kind of magic. As his words became more and more secretive, the power became deeper and stronger.

This is a ritual!
Bind others at the cost of revealing your own secrets.

"So, maybe Voldemort is really weak?" Old Hanks couldn't help thinking.

Because he was not even willing to expend the extra magic power to cast a simple spell.

Instead, a more labor-saving ritual was adopted.

However, even the weakest Voldemort is much stronger than the old Hanks now.

Old Hanks has now lost control of his body. "You have discovered by now, haven't you? I gave you a chance to answer my question - the Dark Lord. Now, I will go and see for myself."

An invisible force slowly and steadily turned old Hanks' head towards Voldemort.

The red eyes appeared brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a snake.

"Pause!" A majestic and deep voice sounded in Voldemort's ears.

Before Voldemort could react, before he could even open his eyes, everything stopped.

The faint sounds of wind blowing through leaves and mosquitoes flapping their wings outside the church suddenly stopped.

It was as if time suddenly stopped!

A distant, resounding bell began to ring, and the environment in the church changed. A huge clock appeared in the place where the statue originally was.

The sound of the clock disappeared, and with the sound of the clock hands turning, a figure appeared in front of the clock.

Time resumed its flow.

"You are!" As he said this, Voldemort's body turned into black smoke and ran out.

“How could this be!” Voldemort, who had just rushed out of the church, turned into a human form and appeared in the same place.

"The most powerful dark wizard?"

“I can’t pretend I haven’t heard that.” Hearing this, Voldemort looked at the figure. He didn’t look like a wizard at all. He was dressed like a Muggle, in a silver-gray suit, with his eyelids drooped.

"Who are you?" Voldemort gasped, and old Hanks beside him fell to the ground.

"I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by, remember this!" A clock-like object appeared in the man's hand, along with a belt made of an unknown metal.

As the clock was inserted into the right side of the belt, the hands of the clock behind the man pointed to 12 o'clock and the bell began to ring.

"GASHAT! Transform!"

"BUGGLE UP."

"Riding the sky, engraving the annals, this moment is the perfect time!"

"Kamen Rider Chronos!" A body of armor wrapped in bronze and black covered the man.

"Chronos, the god of time? Arrogance!" Voldemort raised his wand and a green light of death shot towards the man.

"Pause!" Time stopped again.

The green light of death, which the magic world believed could not be countered by any spell, stopped in front of the man.

Kick, kick.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent church.

The man walked up to Voldemort.

"Shhh."

"It is impossible not to be serious during the trial."

"I hate those idiots who only know Avatar."

"You have no value to this world."

"Voldemort is out of print here!"

Time resumed its flow.

There was an explosion, but no other movement.

The church was also restored to its original state.

It seemed as if everything that just happened was just a dream.

Old Hanks looked towards Voldemort with trembling eyes, and a pile of gray dust proved that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

And in a place that old Hanks didn't notice, a wisp of black smoke disappeared with the wind.

(End of this chapter)