Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Voldemort Greets You

The underground of the castle.

Marcus Flint and Albus Dumbledore stood at both ends of a passage, they stared at each other affectionately, each holding a wand but motionless, one tall and one short, like two intimate friend.

If it weren't for the dark and dirty dungeon, and Dumbledore standing not far behind a serious looking Kingsley with his robes completely wet, and a pale Snape sitting against the wall, this theory would be more accurate. It seems more convincing.

"Put down your wand, Flint, and think of your family, you are ruining your own future."

Kingsley persuaded Marcus loudly.

"It's useless, don't waste your efforts, he is not himself now."

Snape, who was leaning against the wall, said weakly.

He who is proficient in Occlumency and Legilimency naturally knows that the strange state Marcus is showing now shows that he is under the control of the Imperius Curse.

"Just a little bit, damn it, just a little bit. If it was me back then"

Snape felt a little remorse.

Back in time not long ago, Dedalus was injured by Marcus with a "cruciatus", and he let out a horrifying howl.

Marcus, who was covered in black smoke, had already turned his gaze to Kingsley, and was about to wave his wand down.

"Nebula (Cloud Obscuration)"

Snape yelled out the spell, and large clouds of mist gushed out from the tip of his wand, hiding him and Kingsley in it—he had already realized that Marcus was in a bit of a state right now. Something is wrong.

Marcus is like a child with a cannon suddenly stuffed in his hand. Wherever he points the muzzle of the cannon, an explosion will occur, but the technology related to the cannon is missing.

In terms of power alone, there is no essential difference, because even if the cannon is not accurate, he can fire a few more shots.

"But it also means that he is not invincible, at least he still has weaknesses that can be exploited."

Snape was thinking, biting his lower lip subconsciously, he was so hard that some blood had flowed into his mouth, but Snape didn't realize it.

He believes that both Dedalus and Kingsley must have discovered this, but having discovered this does not mean that they will be able to fight back.

"Such a powerful spell."

Snape recalled that blasting curse that directly blew the wall apart, and anyone who got even a little bit involved would not have a happy ending.

The cannon in the child's hand is still a cannon.

But now they are inescapable.

The large cloud and mist concealed the figures of Snape and Kingsley, and they quickly got together—Marcus Flint, who had no real dueling experience, became even more stupid at this moment. became a little flustered.

He was still using powerful curses constantly, but he didn't know that what he should do now was to get rid of these annoying mist.

"I have an idea, help me.

Give yourself a phantasmagoria. "

Snape squatted on the ground and said quickly in a low voice, the wet and dirty ground in the passage made him feel a little uncomfortable.He forcefully tore off the black wizard robe he was wearing, and put his wand on it.

"Verto (change)."

The robe split into many small snakes in an instant, running towards Marcus.

"Expulso (flying sand and rolling stones)!"

Marcus yelled loudly, unleashing a powerful shock wave that blew a piece of a nearby wall apart.The grayish-yellow powder fell on Snape's head, making him look even more embarrassed.

This is not good news, it shows that Marcus is thinking, and the spells he uses are becoming more precise.

After waiting for a while, Snape stood up abruptly, waved his wand, and dispersed all the moisture created by the spell.The cloud and mist not only obscured his and Kingsley's figures, but also blocked their sight.

They saw that Marcus was already looking in their direction, about to cast the next spell.But Marcus was also taken aback. He found that snakes with gray-black scales and sharp fangs were crawling around him, but Snape and another annoying black wizard disappeared.

"ran away?"

Marcus's head, which is not big, is filled with too many things at the moment.

"Expulso! (Flying sand and rocks)"

He cast a spell on his face.

A large number of snakes turned into black smoke and disappeared. This scene made Marcus feel a long-lost sense of control. He felt power and the status that came with great power.

"How dare that damned old thing say that I was a mistake and not worthy to inherit Flint."

The face of old Flint suddenly appeared in his mind, and a cloud of haze appeared on Marcus's face, who was immersed in the power he had obtained.

Almost everyone thinks that being the heir to the Flint family is a lucky thing, but to Marcus, it seems like a curse—his father, Flint Sr., Every now and then, he would slightly turn his eyes away.

Sometimes, Marcus even felt that if he had no other choice, his own father, Old Flint, would even choose to drown him at the cost of ending the Flint family, one of the 28 sacred families.

Just because he has no talent.

Unlike Marcus's tall physique, his talent in magic can only be regarded as an upper-middle-low level. Whether it is spells, transformation, potions, divination, astronomy, or even the low-level herbal medicine class, he can do everything. Neither are good at it.

As for the history of magic?
What is History of Magic?
If it weren't for being born in the Flint family and receiving some magical education early, he even worried that he would be sorted into Hufflepuff House instead of Slytherin.

A few years ago, when he waited for a long time before finally hearing the moment when the Sorting Hat reluctantly called out "Slytherin", what he felt in his heart was not glory, nor happiness, but resentment.

"Why do they all have extraordinary talents, but I, the heir of the Flint family, don't?"

He is envious. Jealous of other people.

But fortunately, he is tall and ferocious, so he can always bully the unlucky guys who are weaker than him, and on the Quidditch pitch, Marcus can also play his own advantages.

He ended up being the captain of the Slytherin team, and the Quidditch pitch was pretty much the only place Marcus liked, only because spells were forbidden on the pitch.

"But look now."

A cruel pleasure rose in Marcus's heart, and he walked in the direction of Snape and the unknown wizard.

"It's impossible for the wizard who was touched by the Cruciatus Curse to run away too? But they can't run away. This place is so big, and you need to speak a password in Parseltongue to leave, that's right."

Marcus suddenly felt a little nervous-because after the matter was over, he still needed to report to the great master, and the great master never tolerated losers.

What he gives, he also takes away.

But at the next moment, Marcus suddenly felt his feet slip, and the gravity caused Marcus, who was in a daze, to fall forward.The ground is covered with water, and if you want to turn them into oil, you only need a silent spell to do it.

With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground, and his wand was also thrown out of his hand.

"Oops!"

Marcus reached forward vigorously, trying to grab the wand in his hand.Although in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell had taught them the silent spell that they should master in the fifth grade, but it was too difficult for him, and Marcus hadn't mastered it yet.

But this is good news for Kingsley and Snape.

What they need now is to penetrate the defense of that layer of black energy, and this does not require any thinking - as long as it is powerful enough, it can make it useless in a very short moment.

"Confringo! (Thunderbolt explosion)"

Kingsley, who had been brewing for a long time, yelled out a spell, and a black flame suddenly appeared, blasting out a huge hole in the black smoke wrapped around Marcus.There was only a shallow layer left, and although it was replenishing rapidly, it was not enough to hinder Snape.

"ASectumsempra! (Shenfengwuying)"

Snape hesitated for a moment before calling out the spell, and then used the powerful "Shen Feng Wu Ying" spell that he had created, and the magic power turned into an invisible blade, flying fiercely. To Marcus who fell to the ground.

It tore through the black mist blocking the front, and landed on Marcus's back, leaving a huge and conspicuous wound there.

"what!"

Marcus let out a cry of pain.

Black and red blood flowed out slowly, but with the help of the impact of "Shenfeng Wuying", his body moved forward a short distance.Marcus grabbed his wand almost frantically, turned around and lay on his back, his head facing Snape's direction.

Marcus pointed his wand at Snape, who was about to apply the Stunning Curse, and a powerful transparent shock wave shot out, slapping the thin Potions professor behind him like a fly. on the wall.

"Crucio! (Crucio)"

He excitedly yelled the spell, and the voice echoed in the dark underground of the castle. The pain and pleasure distorted Marcus's expression into a crazy look that he couldn't even imagine.

The black-red light was like a flash of lightning, but it was blocked by a bright red fiery figure.Phoenix Fox fell to the ground, surrounded by flames, and turned into a ball of ashes.

"enough!"

Dumbledore's loud voice sounded.

He strode up to Snape's side, lowered his body, but didn't even look at Marcus lying on the ground, as if it was just an indelible stain on the ground, or a particularly ugly picture of.

"And breathing."

Dumbledore said to himself, his wand slowly emitting a gentle white light, making Snape's breathing gradually calm down.Kingsley came to his side, held his wand, and looked at Marcus warily.

After doing all this, Dumbledore stood up straight and turned to look at Marcus.

"Tom, long time no see."

There was no smile on his face.

"Voldemort sends you his regards."

Marcus Flint's expression suddenly became dull and stiff, as if he had been manipulated to say it.

"shit."

Dumbledore's expression was serious.

(End of this chapter)