Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 568 The Cracked Door

"Avada~~Death~~"

After all, Voldemort still made a choice.

Compared with the possible benefits, the risks he has to take are too high.

But just when the green curse came in front of Hermione, the solid door suddenly made a crisp sound.

"click~"

As if something was crushed, Fiercefire protruded from the cracked door at the same time.

"call."

Fiendfire rolled over, and the green curse disappeared.

Voldemort frowned, and waved his wand again without hesitation.

It's not the killing curse, but the killing wave.

Not one or two, but four or five hit Hermione in succession.

He even put permanent magic power into the green ray-rich spell, which made the life-threatening Botu seem to be alive.

"Kakaka~~~"

The cracks on the door increased one after another, and Fiendfire also surged out.

Fiercefires formed one arm after another, ruthlessly holding Botu, who was rushing towards Hermione.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Amidst muffled noises, Botus were pinched and exploded one by one.

But they didn't just disappear, the perpetual magic forced them to reunite, and under Voldemort's control, they tried to bypass those arms and rush towards Hermione.

But those arms dexterously grabbed them again and pulled them hard behind the door.

A series of operations sounded like a long time, but they were actually completed in the blink of an eye.

And when Voldemort was fighting wits and courage with Grindelwald behind the door, Hermione had completely completed the rune.

It worked instantly, causing the other god of death, who had been roaring ferociously behind the door, to fall into a long silence.

Voldemort knew that the cooperation between Grindelwald and another god of death was inevitable at this moment.

The biggest guarantee for this world now is whether the door is strong enough.

Looking briefly at the crack in the door, Voldemort abandoned the delusion.

"If you count on death..."

Couldn't help looking at the Hall of Death, Voldemort shook his head immediately.

There was only one "H" in the information that the god of death tried to send over.

Now it has been confirmed that this "H" refers to Hermione, but the question is why didn't the god of death directly call her name?

The reason is not difficult to guess, He must also have encountered trouble.

It can be seen that the god of death is not worth relying on.

"In that case..."

While whispering, Voldemort stepped forward step by step, came to Hermione's side, and got closer to the rune.

"Neville, if Reaper and Grindelwald rush out, do everything you can to help me stay a little longer."

After he said this, he ignored it and tried his best to analyze the rune on the door.

At this time, he is trying to use this complete "Fate's Fetters" rune to comprehend the most primitive destiny rune belonging to his right eye.

As time passed, there was a whistling sound gradually coming from inside the door.

It seemed that the two inside were merging and accumulating energy, but Hermione, who had finished drawing the inscription "Bounds of Destiny", unexpectedly did not move any more.

Voldemort didn't think about why Hermione didn't move, but quietly waited and watched.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a knocking sound from inside the door, and the door also began to vibrate.

In the cracks that appeared before, pillars of magic power spewed out.

Neville and the others had already leaned over, trying to protect Voldemort, who was in deep thought, but he was at the front, unable to move, and unable to block his sight, which left everyone at a loss as to what to do.

At this moment, a hole was knocked out of the door suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from inside, and the long nails pierced obliquely like the door from the outside.

"Zilla~~"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound, a long mark was scratched on the door.

Then there was a crashing sound, and the door made an overwhelmed "creaking" sound.

"Hold on."

Seeing that the door was about to break down, Voldemort finally opened his mouth, and decisively left the opposite side of the door, and ran not far away to stabilize his figure.

He took out his wand and began to daub and change on the ground, and after a while, a rune similar to "The Fetters of Destiny" was formed.

It's just that, unlike the fetters of fate, even in the eyes of ordinary wizards, this circular rune keeps flickering and changing.

"Watch out, they're coming out."

Hermione spoke suddenly, but Neville and the others looked at her suspiciously.

"I'm here to stop the first wave, but it won't be too long. You guys are ready for the follow-up."

Hermione spoke again, but she didn't explain why she jumped back to Voldemort's hands when the door was about to break open.

Everyone was naturally full of doubts, but it was obviously not the time to ask more questions.

They are trying their best to lay reinforcement spells on the door, even though they know that doing so is of little use, they dare not stop.

After a while, the door was finally knocked open, and a strange figure appeared in front of everyone:
The body is thin and tall like a skeleton, and the skin exposed outside the tattered clothes has scales, and the place without scales is pale and radiates like pearls.

No hair, no mouth, no lips, two long thin nostrils, fingers pointing to pale spider feet.

A pair of scarlet eyes with long narrow pupils and fierce glints made everyone shudder.

"This is your majesty, children, kneel down."

Grindelwald's voice came, but it seemed to come from the back of the monster in front of him.

"The fetters of fate will make you share life and death."

Seeing everyone stunned, Hermione stretched her hands forward and said in her mouth.

Accompanied by her words, the rune on the broken door slowly flew up and gathered in front of her hands.

The circular rune is spinning and constantly changing, as if it is like the fate of a person, constantly shifting.

"Damn it, who are you?"

Grindelwald's voice became urgent in the back of the monster's head, and he clearly sensed the change of fate.

At the same time, the monster-like Grim Reaper suddenly let out a strange "Jie Jie" laugh, accompanied by the movement of raising his hands to the back of his head.

"Stop, God of Death, our fate is in our own hands, so be sober."

Grindelwald's voice roared, but it couldn't stop the slender nails from falling.

And with the movement of the god of death pulling the back of his head with both hands, he turned around slowly at the same time, finally letting everyone see where Grindelwald was.

His face was on the back of Death's head, but at this time he was pierced by Death's long nails, and he was struggling in pain.

This terrifying scene made everyone hold up their magic wands, not knowing what to do.

It seemed that the two had an internal conflict, and it was better for them not to break this balance.

But doing nothing made them feel uneasy, wondering if they would miss the opportunity.

Thinking like this, everyone's eyes were slowly focused on Neville's face, waiting for his order.

But Neville's eyes fell on Hermione's face, because at this time Hermione was shaking her body and persevering, with blood flowing from her eyes and nose.

Obviously, controlling the Rune of Destiny is not as easy as imagined.

(End of this chapter)