Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 363 The green light of death runs through the night sky
What exactly is this?
This thought flashed through their minds, and the inhuman face that emerged from the lake made them unable to determine whether it was a human or a monster for a while.

But their reactions were not slow at all. As the elders of the Sun Knights, the eight people present were ready to fight the moment they were attacked.

The magic wand was already in hand, and the alchemy arm shield was instantly opened, and they protected Seamus and others behind them. Compared with them, today's new partners seem too immature in the face of this kind of attack.

"Get out of here, quick!"

Cedric, who stood at the forefront of the crowd, spoke without looking back. When Harry was kicked away by Neville, he was already at the forefront.

"What the hell is this guy?"

Fred, who also drew out his wand on guard, spoke in a deep voice.

"It wouldn't be a normal person anyway, only a madman would cut off his nose."

George followed Fred's words, but his hands were placed behind his back like Fred's. While gesturing lightly to the back, he touched the small bag pinned to his waist.

But before the others could successfully retreat, a circle of dark purple magical flames rose for no reason, cutting off their retreat.

Hermione's brows could not help but frown slightly. The little patron saint she silently summoned for the message was cut off the moment the flame rose, and the magic mirror for emergency communication seemed to be ineffective.

The next second after the confrontation began, Harry, who stood up from the ground, suddenly covered his forehead. This hasty movement made everyone's eyes freeze slightly.

Harry's hand holding the wand was tightly clenched, with faint veins protruding from the back of his hand.

"He's Voldemort."

Harry recognized the figure in front of him who had just fully emerged from the water. This ugly appearance was not the reason why he recognized the person in front of him, but the sting from his forehead reminded him.

"Unexpectedly, Harry Potter, I have something special tonight."

The thin lips of the Noseless Man moved slightly, and spit out a series of cold characters, which was very similar to the hissing sound of a poisonous snake, which made people feel chills down their backs.

The crowd that fell into silence was digesting the astonishing words that Harry said at this time. Judging from the man's tone, it seemed that Harry's guess was not wrong.

"Perhaps I should say...good evening?"

A sneer rose from those thin lips and hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you still want to struggle?"

Voldemort flicked his wand lightly, and the spell that was attacking him from the dark was instantly lifted away, drawing a semicircle in mid-air and raying the place where the spell appeared again.

There was a slightly embarrassing rolling sound, and Percy spat unwillingly. He realized the gap in strength between himself and Voldemort.

But that's no reason not to fight back!

At the same time as Voldemort's wand was stirred, several spells that followed shot out from the tips of their wands, and the beams of colorful magic streaked across the night illuminated by the bonfire, and shot towards the noseless man in front of him at various tricky angles. People shoot.

But the cheers were obviously not the keynote at the moment, and tumbling in embarrassment became a common action for people at the moment.

They had to dodge the rebounded spell, which made it even more difficult for Voldemort, who was standing still, to resist.

"I'm here just for one person."

"If you are obedient, only one person will die tonight."

"That person is you!"

The dazzling golden thunder turned into a long spear. Neville, who was originally about ten meters away from the lake, came to the shore of the lake in a flash. Using the thunder gun as a sword, the golden thunder gun tore a golden light and shadow under the night sky , he stabbed a thunderous blow with such a rapidity that it was hard to react.

But the golden spear tip didn't get feedback from the flesh, and the black mist turned into the shape of the body, and this fierce offensive disappeared instantly.

"Neville!"

There was a loud explosion accompanied by a flying figure, and the fleeting alchemy shield shattered instantly after blocking Voldemort's counterattack magic, but because of this, Neville half-kneeled on the ground after turning over lightly.

He clutched his chest and panted heavily, the dull pain like a blunt blow made his breathing quick and thin.

"I'm fine."

Neville's answer made everyone feel relieved, but the solemnity still existed on everyone's face.

"But obviously, it will only be you who will die."

"Am I right, Harry Potter?"

Like a cat playing with a mouse, those cold snake eyes swept over everyone, and then fell on Harry.

The stinging pain on his forehead was more severe than before, but at this moment, Harry didn't seem to feel any pain. He just frowned slightly, and focused on the figure in front of him.

"Your target is me, so let them go."

Harry spoke in a low voice, his tone cold.

"You have no bargaining terms, Potter."

"Obey my request, maybe you will be able to feel my kindness."

These words made the twins curl their lips in disdain, but before they could open their mouths to mock, their bodies froze immediately. The left hand that was planning to move seemed to be frozen, and their bodies were also frozen at this moment.

In this nerve-wracking moment, anything amiss, let alone something wrong with the twins at the same time.

"Look, I didn't kill them all."

Voldemort raised his chin slightly, as if looking down at them.

"Feel my kindness, right? Then make your choice, Potter."

The ever-increasing pressure gradually turned into a hill on their shoulders, and an inexplicable sense of powerlessness appeared in their hearts, but it was only when they faced Voldemort in person that they felt this hopeless feeling for the first time strength gap.

Obviously, Ron hammered him just like hammering his grandson, but after they met, they changed their positions instantly, and they didn't know how to break the situation.

"Don't you just want my life? Tom Riddle."

Voldemort, who was called by his original name, frowned slightly. He didn't like this name.

"Only one of us can stay, only you and me, we can't both live."

"Looks like you know."

Voldemort was not surprised that Harry knew the original prophecy, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth became more intense, his red eyes stared like a snake ready to attack at any time, "You think it's you, don't you? Like the biggest joke I've ever heard."

Voldemort laughed louder than his voice, cold and mad, echoing in the silent night sky of the Forbidden Forest.

"You think you know more magic than I do?" He stopped laughing and continued, "More than I—Lord Voldemort? I have performed magic that you never even dreamed of."

"Without the red-haired gorilla, if I want, whenever I want."

The dark purple flames that cut off their retreat soared, dyeing the darkness with an ominous color.

"... More than one person died tonight."

"So, you're actually afraid of Ron,"

"Fear?"

The sneer disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and a vicious chill slowly crept up his face.

"He did succeed a few times, but wanted to scare me. Have you forgotten who I am?"

He waved the yew wood wand in a big way, and the shield stretched by the alchemy stickers for defense also appeared instantly, but in the face of a huge force, it was easily broken like glass. Everyone except Harry, Was knocked into the air and fell to the rear.

"I really fear him, after all, he is the only person who can pose a real threat to me for decades."

"But isn't that interesting too?"

"A life without challenges, what a boring existence it would be."

"But he is him, and you are you. Do you still have any unrealistic fantasies in your stupid little mind?"

As if thinking of something funny again, Voldemort gave a harsh laugh, and then fixed his eyes on Harry again.

"Then today, let's end all of this thoroughly."

"Boy who survived the catastrophe, will your mother stand in front of you today and save you again?"

"I do not need."

Harry spoke coldly, and gently pushed his glasses with his left hand.

"Just like my mother defeated you back then, so will I this time."

"Just you?"

This sentence seemed to anger Voldemort. This ignorant speech made him feel a kind of humiliation. Although the arrogant words from the weak will only make the strong feel a sense of ignorance and powerlessness, Harry is special to Voldemort .

"You should know Riddle, and you should feel bad about it."

"what?"

Harry's words startled Voldemort a little.

"With the blood of Slytherin, you only taste the cunning and cruelty of snakes. Just like the rest of the Gaunt family, you only know the most glamorous and shallow side."

"The greatness of Salazar Slytherin does not lie in his blood. As the founder of Hogwarts, what he leaves behind is definitely not fear and death."

"You who have obtained his blood have fallen into snakes in the shadows, and you are accompanied by the stench of sludge in the dark crypt."

"His greatness and glory have not been inherited by you."

"Do you know what greatness is? Potter!"

"Of course!" Harry looked directly into Voldemort's red eyes, "Of course I know."

"You inherit his blood, and I inherit the true treasure he left to Hogwarts."

"Even if he is a giant snake hiding in the shadows, his occupation is not just for hiding, but for protecting what he cherishes - Hogwarts with everything he has when necessary."

There was a hissing sound, and the inhuman Parsel language came out of Harry's throat.

When the rustling sound came out, Voldemort's red eyes couldn't help opening.

He could understand Parseltongue, and naturally he could also understand the meaning of Harry's voice just now.

"This is impossible!"

"I am the last descendant of Slytherin!"

"This is impossible!"

The furious Voldemort also let out a hissing snake tongue, but the rustling sound did not stop for a moment.

He swung his wand fiercely, a silver band of light expanded from his body in an instant, it seemed that countless invisible objects were knocked into the air, cold blood appeared from the void for no reason, broken fangs flew around, and highly poisonous mist Soar up at this moment and surround him.

Harry disappeared in the same place, some dim green shimmer appeared on his body, pieces of fine snake scales appeared on his skin, his silent and strange movements were like a dog with its upper body upright swimming on the ground. The dragging snake is dexterous and extremely weird.

There was a cold light in the green eyes, which lost their original warm color.

The whisper of the poisonous snake echoed under the quiet night sky of the Forbidden Forest, and the snake language that ordinary people could not understand seemed to be telling the mysterious mystery of another unique magic.

Voldemort, who couldn't accept all this at all, waved his wand furiously, and the curse mixed with green light kept hitting Harry, like a tide, as if trying to drown him.

But the dexterous snake-like figure avoided most of the spells, occasionally a few sporadic hits, but could only burn the robe, and then was easily slid away by the body under the robe.

The treacherous spell does not belong to any kind of current magic at all, and the secretive and deadly snake language magic even Voldemort must concentrate to avoid it in a thrilling way.

Although there is a big gap in physical power, this strange spell that he has seen for the first time still makes him a little flustered.

Without knowing the ins and outs of the spells and their effects, every spell seems to contain deadly toxins that make the scalp tingle, so of course he dare not take it hard.

Now that the air has been replaced, every breath is likely to inhale invisible, colorless, odorless and highly toxic.

All of this suddenly Voldemort's hands were tied at this moment. He wanted to kill Harry, but he also wanted to experience more of this peculiar snake language magic. He also wanted to end the battle quickly, but he was reluctant to let the battle end hastily.

A sense of contradiction filled Voldemort's heart, which was a very strange feeling for him.

That's not the purpose of his coming here tonight, but it seems to be the case.

Hunger for knowledge is the key to his strength, but it has also become his shortcoming.

But after all, the gap in strength cannot be smoothed out by such means.

The fierce confrontation seemed as if a century had passed, but the passage of time did not exceed 1 minute.

Harry's breathing became more and more heavy, and he already felt a little powerless.

The nerves that had been tense were almost on the verge of breaking down, and the pressure he was under was unprecedented.

Voldemort was easily aware of this weakness, which also awakened his intoxication at the moment.

"what."

He laughed shortly, his tone difficult to understand.

"That's it."

The flames ignited for no reason are the fiercest fire among the flames, and the toxin dispersed in the air is evaporated and burned instantly. Compared with magic, toxin is indeed a kind of heresy.

With deliberate precautions, poisoning is actually very difficult. At least for Harry, the deadly toxin that can kill most carbon-based creatures is completely ineffective at this moment.

Successive setbacks made Harry have fewer and fewer cards to use at the moment, and the high-intensity output of magic power also made his body constantly send tired signals to his mind.

Although he can still persist with his will, just persisting cannot reverse the extreme disadvantage at the moment.

"Nice performance, Potter, I didn't expect you to prepare a pretty good performance for me."

Voldemort clapped his palms lightly, as if quite satisfied with the magic fireworks just now.

"Now, say your last goodbye to your friends."

"Don't worry, when I meet him next time, I will prepare new surprises for him to appreciate."

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see it."

The yew wand was lifted by the pale and slender fingers, and the smile turned into a distorted Voldemort's lips parted slightly, as if he was trying to squeeze out a terrible and evil smile, or he seemed to be saying the last words in a cold, emotionless voice. farewell words.

Those red eyes widened with excitement!
The omen of death emerged like a tide, filling every cell in Harry's body in an instant.

Time also seemed to slow down at this time, and the heart-piercing cries of the companions who were magically knocked away by Voldemort and imprisoned at the far end also became fragmented due to the slowed down time.

It is said that when death comes, the world that becomes extremely slow will satisfy people's last request, allowing them to review all the memory fragments they have experienced in their lives.

But Harry felt that his short 15 years were not worth wasting any microsecond of time at this moment. He let go of his hand, and the beautiful holly wood wand with a core of phoenix tail feathers fluttered to the ground. , a gigantic phantom rose from Harry's back.

It was a gigantic giant snake with its eyes closed and its mouth wide open, revealing the densely packed sharp snake teeth in its mouth.

This is an extremely huge basilisk projection. When Harry kept suppressing the magic power in his body, this phantom quickly turned from virtual to real.

"Useless struggle!"

With an extremely arrogant howl, the wand in Voldemort's hand pointed at Harry's heart.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light of death has the magic power of death to shatter people's souls. With the support of Voldemort's huge and evil magic power, no one can escape from this death curse!

This real death touched the golden coin that every Sun Knight possessed. The sun pattern engraved on the gold coin emitted scorching light and scorching heat!
"Zhongli!"

Tens of thousands of kilometers away from England, a roar pierced through the thick steel body and echoed under the clear sky with the first sunrise.

A blood-colored lightsaber shattered the steel, and most of the cannon fire covering the sky was wiped out the moment the blood-colored lightsaber swept across.

"Portal, Hogwarts, quick!"

Before Ron could finish his words, the mecha [-] meters away beside him was shattered into thousands of fragments by a crystal yellow mask that was expanding rapidly. The super magic cannon was completely blocked, and it could only make a little ripple.

A space door appeared in an instant, but before the door was completely opened, Ron, who restrained the bloody light on the sword, crashed into it like a bull.

The incident happened only in a flash, and the test field suddenly became silent. In the mech phalanx that was violently suppressed, there were countless exclamations that could only be heard alone.

No one knows what happened behind the space door.

(End of this chapter)