Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 404 Silent Cry
The Devil's Hour, this is Goldfinger who awakened shortly after Voldemort's resurrection.

While it brought Voldemort's extraordinary ability to understand black magic, it also brought terrifying evil attributes.

When using this ability, Voldemort's bloodthirsty heart is particularly strong.

For this reason, Voldemort didn't dare to stay in this state for more than an hour even once.

He felt that in this state, it was more like a pure, late-stage Riddle.

That's a crazy guy, totally out of line with his ideas and ideas.

But his extraordinary ability to understand black magic still made him unable to bear trying several times in the middle of the night.

And with those few limited attempts, he relied on the extraordinary understanding of black magic brought about by this ability to sort out the Botu of the Killing Curse.

The power of this Botu far exceeded Voldemort's imagination.

When he fully unfolded this wave map, the Killing Curse realized the group attack effect in a sense.

Correspondingly, the dark feedback also grows.

And even if he used it, Voldemort couldn't do it in his normal state.

That powerful dark feedback is no longer something a human heart can bear.

But the darkest hour, or the devil's hour, is completely bearable.

Therefore, Voldemort had to give up Lin Zuo's moment and ignite the devil's moment.

And after he showed his life-changing ability, Dumbledore was the first to be surprised.

Others' understanding of Porto was not as deep as he and Voldemort.

Therefore, they do not understand what this Botu represents.

"No, it shouldn't exist, Voldemort, give it up."

Dumbledore didn't care about his own safety at all, he just yelled, with some pleading in his voice.

But Voldemort's ferocious face only showed a grim smile.

give up?

This thought would not have arisen in the mind of the Dark Lord in this state at all.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Voldemort slowly read out Dumbledore's full name, and gently pushed Porto, letting the green glowing magic float towards Dumbledore.

"Your life will end on this day, and it will be the great Dark Lord Voldemort who will kill you."

Voldemort did not give his full name.

Or, in this state, he instinctively loathes the name Riddle.

"What kind of magic is that, it feels so evil."

"Dumbledore can resist it, the magic floats very slowly."

"I saw despair, Dumbledore's despair, my God, is this real?"

The wizards are broken, and some even want to Apparate out of here.

And all powerful wizards, or those professionally trained Aurors, have already seen the difference in Suoming Botu.

In other words, they have already guessed the characteristics of Suoming Botu.

For example:
Not easy to be eliminated.

More freedom to control.

Release pressure reduction.

Mana cost reduction.

In this series of speculations, some people also thought of the feature of wider coverage area.

Just like before Dumbledore used the deformation ripple to transform six stone giants at once.

And those who can think of this level have already turned pale, and their hearts are full of terror.

If Dumbledore had mastered the spell, it wouldn't be so terrifying.

But it was the Dark Lord holding it.

This means that the most evil one has the most powerful weapon.

And he still has the possibility to make this weapon public.

Omg.

No wonder Dumbledore yelled the words "it shouldn't exist".

"Voldemort, please, I am willing to die, but you give up this Botu, is it okay?"

Albus put away his wand, ignoring his messy hair and beard, and begged.

"You have more choices, more magic for you to choose, and you can achieve the effect you want. You have nothing to fear now. I can't beat you, and others can't do it, but don't let this magic spread, it ...it's...it's so evil."

In the face of Dumbledore's prayer, Voldemort didn't say anything, he just slowly pushed the Botu of Death, making it infinitely close to Dumbledore.

And as the magic approached, Dumbledore shuddered instinctively.

The breath of death was so strong that the curse was three to five meters away from him, so he could feel it intuitively.

Like.

The god of death is standing three meters away, but the scythe is already hanging on your face.

"Don't you resist?"

Voldemort grinned and asked with a non-smiling but crazy enough smile.

"No, I give up, Voldemort, this is a magic that should not appear, this is Pandora's box, this is..."

Dumbledore murmured, but his voice grew quieter.

The breath of death has completely enveloped him, even if the magic has not really touched him.

But the magic had affected him, making him unable to breathe or speak.

The entire stadium was silent, and everyone clenched their fists nervously.

Most of them still couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Just now, the two were fighting vigorously. Earlier, Dumbledore even had a clear advantage.

But now...

As if it was just an instant, and it seemed like a long time later, the green light was finally about to touch Dumbledore.

Helplessness appeared on the old man's face, but he still looked at Voldemort with pleading eyes.

It's a pity that Voldemort didn't have any expression other than evil on his face, and he seemed to have lost interest in talking to Dumbledore.

However, the silence was suddenly broken.

First there was a phoenix cry, followed by a burst of flames.

The red fire light flickered before the green wave map, and the two colors collided together, blooming magnificent sparks.

"No~~"

Dumbledore let out a desperate growl.

Hoarse, low, with strong, endless grief.

However, his voice quickly dropped, because the loud voice he used to use in his throat was disappearing, and because the approach of death made him unable to cry out.

It was even more because Phoenix Fox was giving out its final mournful cry.

The green Botu had completely enveloped him, but Fox inspired his undead characteristics.

The blazing fire burns, dies, and burns again.

If it was just a killing curse, then it was over and Fox had been resurrected.

But this is not a simple spell, this is a life-threatening Botu.

It stood there for a long time, constantly interpreting the death curse.

I don't know how many lives and deaths.

Three or five times, or dozens of times, in short, there is the last time.

The last Fengming was very sharp, but not harsh, and it was as beautiful as a hymn.

Then everything turns to ashes.

No.

The dead Fox did not leave ashes behind, he was like a mass of extinguished fire, disappearing with the fiery red light.

"Woooo~~"

Phoenix was screaming, as if sending off his own kind.

There was endless nostalgia in that voice, and the power to hit people's hearts.

And this power made Voldemort wake up at the last moment, and the whole person was separated from the time of the devil.

"Boom."

With a soft sound, the ripples collapsed.

Only Dumbledore under the green light put his hands on his face and wept silently.

(End of this chapter)