Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 492 Devouring Life-threatening Botu
Porto was not strong, but Voldemort was not panicked.

He didn't panic, part of the reason was that under the darkness, there was no such emotion at all.

Another part of the reason is his confidence in the ability to enhance infinitely.

The so-called infinite enhancement is just his cognition, whether it is infinitely strong or not, he is not completely clear.

But in the few times he used it, there was no limit to the process of slowly increasing the strength of a spell with this additional ability.

That is to say, in theory, as long as he is given enough time to be in this state, Suo Ming Botu may have the ability to cover the entire earth in his hands.

Of course, the premise is to eliminate the wave reduction.

Thinking of this, Voldemort looked up at the dilapidated Castle in the Sky. Although it was dilapidated, it was still running.

"Dark Lord, stop attacking and prepare to surrender is your best choice, resist in the corner..."

Seeing that Voldemort's magic had lost its former power, the enemy began to clamor again.

At the same time, they also launched a counterattack, trying to defeat Voldemort who was retreating at the bridgehead.

Facing the speeding bow and arrow, Voldemort did not choose hard steel.

The fact that darkness enveloped the soul does not mean that Voldemort has lost his mind.

In fact, in this state, Voldemort was more rational than ever.

Back, you can go back.

But step back step by step, where is the way out?

All the way back along the wooden bridge, Voldemort looked at the Sky City again.

If he can't be destroyed, Voldemort has no ability to destroy everything.

[Darkest Moment] As if being controlled to strangle the throat of fate, and unable to breathe, the obscure darkness rioted and began to bite back Voldemort's heart.

In the dark eyes, evil is constantly breeding.

The reason is still there, but the desire to destroy everything and everything can no longer be suppressed.

"Shh."

Voldemort turned sharply, ignoring the arrows behind him, and accelerated his retreat.

The enemy only thought they had won, and accelerated with the retreating Voldemort, frantically regaining the previously lost territory.

And the people on the bell tower also saw this scene in astonishment.

The hope that had just been ignited before was like being extinguished by a basin of cold water, and it became nothing.

However, Voldemort, who ran to the center of the fountain square, did not retreat any further, but instead stood where the fountain statues originally belonged—those statues had been turned into puppets by Transfiguration before, and were also broken during the battle.

Everyone, including the enemy, looked at Voldemort sitting on the statue in astonishment, not understanding what he was going to do.

Do you want to pretend to be a sculpture?
While everyone was stunned, someone suddenly pointed to Voldemort to sit down and screamed.

There, there was actually a silver, condensed magical light emitting from it.

"That's the magic tunnel, unlike the earth that can be closed and destroyed."

The interim commander roared, and the enemy began a frantic archery charge, trying to drive Voldemort back.

But Voldemort waved his wand, cast an Iron Armor Charm directly in front of him, and then pointed the Elder Wand at his open mouth without hesitation.

"Ah~"

In an instant, both the enemy and our own people screamed.

Just because this scene happened not long ago.

Same movement, same gesture, even the same wand.

Just don't know the spell, is it the same.

"Desperate Botu."

Voldemort spoke his own spell, different from Dumbledore's, but more ferocious.

The green light suddenly brightened, rushing out into Voldemort's mouth.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

The Adam's Apple moves up and down, accompanied by a swallowing sound.

Unlike Dumbledore's first devouring Porto, Voldemort swallowed and repaired Porto in Quirrell's body.

Therefore, he is more experienced in devouring Botu, and he is more able to exert its power.

But, Suoming Botu, is this really feasible?

As Porto kept pouring into Voldemort's body, his soul roared in the darkness.

There seemed to be an invisible force occupying and devouring his soul.

Suoming Botu is not as easy to devour as other Botus.

But in the darkest hour, Voldemort has no fear at all. The only thing he wants is destruction.

Destroy the enemy, destroy the world, and even destroy yourself.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

Swallowing did not stop, and the soul was surrounded by a sense of swelling.

The physical body seemed to be unable to withstand such strength, and hair began to fall off.

Slowly, a head of hair and those invisible fine hairs disappeared.

Next is the skin, cracked little by little, oozing bright red blood, accompanied by a faint green light.

The reason wants to stop, but the dark heart does not want to stop.

Struggling, Voldemort released the Death Eater Hoddle of the memory world.

"Woooo~~"

As soon as Hoddle appeared, he uttered a strange cry, and then enveloped Voldemort.

The tall Hoddle directly wrapped Voldemort in his body.

But his body, which was originally between the virtual and the real, has become extremely nothing, like a layer of gauze, wrapped around Voldemort's body.

The body is broken, the bones are broken, all of this is seen by people.

I don't know how many people trembled, as if they had put themselves into Voldemort's spiritual world, feeling the pain of the physical body being broken.

Finally, the body collapsed completely, leaving a pool of blood and bone fragments on the fountain table.

And Voldemort's consciousness has been fully integrated into Hoddle's body.

The two seem to merge into one at this moment.

"Woooo~~"

With a strange tone in his mouth, Voldemort looked down at his hands.

The nothingness is like a hand full of rotten sores, giving him an unreal feeling.

He touched this hand with his other hand, and it felt as soft as jelly, and it was difficult to press hard.

"You... what are you?"

The enemy rushing to the front was only ten meters away from Voldemort, he asked in horror while hiding behind the large shield.

Voldemort raised his head, just glanced at the other party, and the other party immediately froze in place as if dead.

The teammates around him pushed him suspiciously, and the man immediately fell to the ground, as if dead.

"died?"

The teammate who pushed him was astonished as if asking himself.

"not yet."

Voldemort spoke, his voice was erratic, like an echo, "It's just petrified."

He said, trying to move forward.

But the feet didn't step on the ground at all, and it was more like floating than walking.

And the tattered cloak that appeared behind him also fluttered with the wind, looking very real.

"Whoosh."

Although it was floating, the speed was extremely fast, and he came to the fallen person in an instant.

He lowered his head slightly, and made a sound of breathing in, and then he sucked out a phantom shadow mixed with dark colors from the man's head.

"call."

Voldemort looked up to the sky and let out a long breath, as if he was feeling the taste of the soul.

"It really smells like hot cheese."

The erratic voice, whether it is an enemy in the distance or one of our own people on the bell tower, can be heard very clearly.

This weird scene scared many people to shiver.

"Is...is it the Dementor's Kiss?"

The nearby enemy asked in horror, he wanted to turn around and run away, but his legs were trembling.

(End of this chapter)