Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Avada's Life

As soon as he regained his balance, William rolled forward desperately.This action was of course extremely embarrassing, and it stained his always neat robe with muddy water—but a miserable green light fell on his position almost in the next instant.

Voldemort leaped into the air, his upper body was covered with large and small wounds, bones could be seen in the deep places, but not much blood flowed out, and his lower body was completely shrouded in black mist.

At the moment of the explosion just now, he resolutely gave up the hard resistance, but chose to use black magic to transform himself into a mass of black mist that could move quickly, narrowly avoiding most of the power of the explosion.

"Buffalo!"

Voldemort was almost insane.

Tonight was supposed to be his night, he cleverly held Dumbledore back, and easily obtained the Sorcerer's Stone hidden by that damned old thing, and returned like lightning, announcing to the entire wizarding world own rule.

But what about now?

He, the Dark Lord who made the entire wizarding world afraid to call out his name, was so overwhelmed and overwhelmed by this damn flea Buffalo's tricks.

"And the fog in this room."

Voldemort thought bitterly.

After he walked into this room, he suddenly found that he was restricted in some way. Not only could he not turn back into the body of the young Yaxley boy, but he also couldn't recover the consumed magic power naturally.

It is as easy as breathing for wizards to recover their magic power, and because few people have used magic spells very intensively to squander their magic power, many wizards don't even know the meaning of "magic power". thing.

Normally, this is naturally not a big problem. Dealing with the problems in this room is as simple as lifting a finger.But that Buffalo got a Boggart out of nowhere, and when he saw his body and was emotional, he made this powerful explosion.

For just a split second, Voldemort almost thought he was going to die again.

But fortunately, he was calm enough to think of the most appropriate way to deal with it—although he didn't want to use this kind of black magic that turned into black mist, because this kind of black magic that involves transfiguration will cause the body to separate and combine. Let his soul get closer to this body.

The relationship between the soul and the body is not as simple as sockets and jacks, but rather like scotch tape and paper.

When the scotch tape is pasted on a piece of paper, even if it is only temporarily, and you are very careful when separating them, it will inevitably be contaminated with something else, so it will no longer be pure.

What's more terrible is that this body itself has a sober, dominant, sound and complete soul as its master.

Voldemort didn't know how this would change, but he knew that any instability would not be a good thing on the eve of his imminent resurrection.

"Fortunately, this flea can't live long. As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can use the elixir to reshape my body and get rid of this embarrassing situation."

Voldemort raised his wand, pointing at William.

His current state and remaining magical power are no longer suitable for driving the Unforgivable Curse, but this does not mean that Buffalo, a particularly troublesome flea, can stop the great Dark Lord.It amused Voldemort to see that Buffalo put up two more silver barriers and try to find a chance to escape.

"Can't you see? The gap between us?"

He said softly, as if he waved the wand casually in his hand, a red light shot out.This ray of light just lightly touched a certain point of the barrier William propped up, causing it to vibrate violently.

"How on earth did Voldemort do it?!"

William forcefully concealed the shock in his heart, activated the ring in his hand, propped up an invisible barrier again, and at the same time waved his wand in his hand, shooting out a large amount of ice, making them shoot straight at Voldemort.

Voldemort, who became serious, showed a suppressive force that William could not match at all. He wanted to use any means to gain some breathing space.

But Voldemort seemed to have seen through William's thoughts. Instead of using a spell to counter him, he just raised his wand and easily deflected all the icicles shot by William to the other side.

"Since you think you have learned a little bit of ancient rune, you use it as something to rely on. You are so blind."

Voldemort fired another ray of red light, smashing William's newly erected barrier into pieces.

William's other two rings lit up.

He gave up the runeword "Guardian" and returned to "Iron Armor", but it still didn't make any difference - Voldemort just flicked his wand slightly, and he shattered them like a hammer. Like a mirror.

"How on earth did he do it!"

William was completely incomprehensible.

Obviously, in terms of strength, the absolute gap between him and Voldemort is not that big at this moment, and even because most of the items he mobilized were enchanted items, he still had a certain upper hand in some aspects.But Voldemort mercilessly defeated his defense by relying on the "heavy obstacles".

The distance between them is getting closer.

William knew that he must not retreat now, because the moment he showed his weakness to Voldemort, it would be the moment when Voldemort launched a fatal blow.But he didn't know what he should do to regain his advantage in the face of Voldemort's overwhelming dominance.

"Transfiguration? No. Charms? Neither.

damn it. "

Many contingency plans that he had conceived flashed through his mind, but they were often overthrown by himself in an instant—after coming to this world, William had never felt so helpless.

He clearly realized that those small tricks were only suitable for use on opponents who were similar to or superior to him, not against opponents who had almost no shortcomings like Voldemort.

William kept propping up the protective barrier through the ring, but was constantly shattered by Voldemort unreasonably.

"Love love? You are like this, so is that old thing Dumbledore, and that boy from Harry Potter, and his crazy mother. I once thought about saving her life, but she stupidly stood in the way in front of me."

Voldemort walked forward slowly, he saw almost everything he wanted to see on Buffalo's face, flustered, hesitant, helpless, even though the boy tried his best to hide it, but it all fell into the in his eyes.

"That Lily Potter, I... what!"

He let out a high-pitched laugh, but suddenly felt the magic wand in his hand come out uncontrollably.A bright red light suddenly appeared and was falling on Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus! (except your weapon) I won't allow you to say that about her!"

Harry Potter suddenly tore off the cloak of invisibility and stopped in front of William with a wand in his hand—his face was pale, ugly like those wizards who were tortured by a fire.But it was true, and Harry felt his scar burning and aching.

He did come a little late.

But now it couldn't be more timely.

Tonight has been a particularly difficult night for Harry, and his scar is still aching.The torment didn't improve even after he fell asleep, and Harry found himself in the nursery again.

But tonight's dream was different.

Harry didn't see the terrifying figure of the man in black, nor did he see the woman, but the voices of the two quarrels kept echoing in his ears, and there seemed to be a very fierce conflict between them.

That cold and high-pitched voice became extraordinarily excited tonight, as if something he was expecting was about to happen.

"Damn old thing!"

The grim, high-pitched voice finally took hold, and the voice of the man who later appeared and claimed to be his ancestor gradually faded away-but he did not walk into that good night without experiencing any resistance.

Harry felt the pain from the scar on his forehead intensify, but there was also a new rush of warmth that lifted his spirits.

In a daze, he put on the invisibility cloak and quietly slipped out of the Gryffindor common room.Harry didn't know where he wanted to go, but a strange feeling drove him in a certain direction.

Harry, who was only in the first grade, naturally didn't know that, just like a moth would spontaneously jump to a flame, a damaged soul would want to be whole again, and a soul of the same origin was the sweetest bait in its eyes.

Harry came to the small corridor on the east side of the fourth floor, passed through the trapdoor on the ground, and walked through the devil's net that had turned into ice.The severe pain from the scar affected his thinking, and it took Harry a lot of time to find the key to the next room, and the headless stone busts scattered all over the floor in the next room scared him even more sober up a lot.

But Harry was a Gryffindor after all.

A true Gryffindor.

When he was wearing the invisibility cloak and followed that strange feeling to the drawbridge, what he saw was the scene where Voldemort was pressing towards William step by step.

Although he was full of fear, when the man said "Lily Potter", Harry pulled out his wand bravely, and used a spell that Professor Lupine taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts." disarm you".

"For Merlin's sake!"

William saw Harry, who seemed to be descending from heaven, and reacted quickly—he used his wand to conjure up a rope, pulling Harry closer to him. At the same time, he used the silent spell and wandless spellcasting to use "deceleration and cushioning" , and with the help of the powerful shock wave brought by "flying sand and rocks", he quickly leaped to the other side of the suspension bridge.

"damn it!"

He heard Voldemort let out a frenzied scream, turned his head, and saw his right hand pointing at him, and a green bolt of lightning shot out.

"Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra)"

Unwillingly, Voldemort yelled the curse, and the miserable green light, like lightning, caught up with William who was still in midair.

(End of this chapter)