Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 281 Voldemort - Great Crisis!
The monster transformed by Les Finley landed heavily.

The shock wave even swept away the surrounding fog, like a sea tide, the fog was pushed away wave by wave.

The size of the monster that appeared...is not that big compared to the basilisk.

But the basilisk fell into the hands of this much smaller monster, like a light toy, knotted and folded wantonly.

It whimpered, breathing faintly.

The original green scales fell off one by one, and black blood continued to seep from the gaps in the scales and drip onto the ground.

The 'poor' guy was about to be torn in half.

With (seeker's) good eyes, Harry saw the appearance of the monster that had appeared out of nowhere.

——Six arms and eight eyes, blue eyes and long fangs, with a cold light shining.

His whole body was covered with dark green scales, and some tattered clothes and cloth strips were hung on his body.

It's like the clothes are torn like that.

--This is?
He looked at McGuffin with questioning eyes.

McGuffin didn't answer, he looked down nervously, motionless.

Tom Riddle raised his wand and took a few steps back. He looked at the monster that appeared out of nowhere.

Beware!

He didn't care about the basilisk that fell into the monster's hands at all.

——What is this?
—It looks like the product of some kind of dark witchcraft.

But... the gleaming diamond teeth and some familiar clothes and cloth strips made Tom Riddle wonder who the person in front of him was?
"Les Finley?"

he tried to ask.

The dark green pupils of the monster transformed by Les Finley were scanning upwards for traces of the McGuffin.

It can confirm the approximate location of the little wizard through the magic mark left by the 'Golden Libra'. The only goal in this beast's heart is to completely tear up all or life, especially the (unlucky) MacGuffin that has a special connection with itself, which attracts his attention.

But Tom Riddle's yell immediately attracted the monster's attention.

--Roar!
-
--Roar!

After the monster roared twice, a bloodthirsty smile of a beast appeared on its face.

Tom Riddle knew right away that something was wrong.

An exploding spell was fired from the wand immediately, and at the same time, he cast an [Iron Armor Curse] on himself.

Should it be said that it is Voldemort?

He was able to react in such a short time, almost casting two spells silently at the same time.

From above, McGuffin gloated as the two sides were about to fight.

—Whether that hangs up is good for him,

The best situation is that both sides will suffer, and the next best thing is that the monster transformed by Les Finley survives. After all, this guy has a problem with his IQ and can't fly yet.

But McGuffin also knew the odds were slim.

After all, one side is Voldemort.

Seeing that the 'fight' is about to start

McGuffin felt that the class was still a little unsafe (if a [Melon Gnawing Curse] flew over, it would be game over, let's get out of here quickly!)

He pulled Harry away from the engagement area.

At this time, the figure of the female ghost Lady Gray also appeared beside the two of them.

"Why are you back again, MacGuffin!"

"And brought Tom!"

she whispered.

McGuffin had no time to answer.

The following 'Magic Fight against Monsters' has already begun.

The monster transformed by Les Finley didn't pounce on it directly as McGuffin thought.

Instead, he lifted the basilisk's tail directly, and swept it at Tom Riddle as if waving a stick.

Voldemort apparently had no such opponent.

Although he cast a few more protective spells in a short period of time, those translucent protective covers were as brittle as eggs, and they were broken with just a light touch.

The monster is like a child who finds a good toy.

Laughed cruelly.

The body of the basilisk is as light as a feather in his hands.

Shaking wantonly.

- Boom!

- Boom!

It swung round again, and smashed heavily obliquely into the midair.

Although there is no ground here, it is just a boundary in mid-air, and sometimes the basilisk is even directly inserted into the boundary, that is, below the ground.

Fortunately, the basilisk didn't hit the ground hard and turned into a ball of meat paste.

But this blunt pulling and waving... still made the basilisk howl and keep screaming.

It kept asking Voldemort for help.

"Master... help me, it hurts! It hurts! (Hiss-hiss!)"

But Tom Riddle was completely unmoved.

His eyes revealed a cruel red light of curiosity and excitement.

After being smashed far away for the first time, he immediately realized how to deal with this stupid monster.

He cast N magical phantoms on himself in different positions.

On the other hand, he floated and flew among the phantoms, seducing the monster to get angry and attack.

He tried every means to experiment with various spells to see what weakness this monster had.

'Fire Curse, Freezing Curse, Explosion Curse, Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse...'

All sorts of dark sorcery, war duel type spells... were cast on it.

It didn't take long before only the [Melon Gnawing Curse] and the [Death Curse] were left unused.

"Soul out of the body!"

This is Riddle's second attempt to subdue the monster, which he wants to control as the first servant of his comeback.

As for the basilisk, it's useless.

Even the two little wizards couldn't solve this waste neatly.

Voldemort had never had much patience for things that were useless.

The most important thing for him now is whether this thing can be used by him, and whether this kind of thing can be copied.

He had already recognized the thing as Les Finley.

After all, his diamond teeth are obvious.

But he's become this kind of thing...

These are obviously related to what he came to Hogwarts to find.

"The World Tree?" thought Voldemort.

Although Tom probably knew that Les Finley came to Hogwarts to find this kind of thing, but he always thought that this was the self-consolation of those incompetent people.

He's been using Les Finley as a freebie.

At the last parting, this guy said that he was going to the place where the secret of the World Tree was buried with the little wizard McGuffin.

He never cared about it.

Didn't expect the result to be like this.

--boom!

Accompanied by the painful neighing of the basilisk, the monster transformed by Les Finley seemed to have infinite strength, and it danced around the basilisk more and more angrily.

Voldemort's various spells cast by himself were of no use to him. (Although it is necessary to conduct experiments, Voldemort did not use 100% of his strength to cast witchcraft, but it can be seen that the resistance of the monsters to the spell)

[Fire Curse] The raging flames summoned just turned the clothes and rags on him into ashes, and those scales didn't even burn a bit.

[Explosion Curse] only staggered the monster, and blasted off his two arms that were used to block the damage.

——But that's all... Soon, the scales on the monster's back were torn apart again, and the small hand, like a child, struggled out of the open wound, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until it is back to normal!

Look at the 'outstanding' and 'savage' performance of this monster.

The redness in Tom Riddle's eyes grew brighter, almost to blood.

The desire for this monster grew stronger in his heart.

Regardless of whether that guy found the World Tree in the end... But becoming this kind of monster is the most beneficial result for him.

—Think, if such things constituted an army,
Whether it is to maintain his rule over the wizarding world or to conquer Muggles, it is a very beneficial weapon.

Such thoughts filled Voldemort's mind, and for a moment he didn't even care where the two cunning little ghosts, Harry and McGuffin, were hiding.

'Les Finley' carried the basilisk to 'hammer' Voldemort for a long time, but after it had no effect...it was extremely angry, with a ferocious face, and its diamond teeth became sharper and sharper, looking like shark teeth, arranged in two layers inside and outside, densely packed, like a dagger the size of a finger.

The cold light flickered, making people born with it.

It hurled the basilisk straight towards where Voldemort's phantoms were.

The phantoms of Voldemort raised their wands together and threw the basilisk mercilessly aside.

then……

--boom!

After a sound.

The air exploded, and almost instantly... the six-armed monster appeared in front of one of the phantoms, and the six arms stretched out together...

Grab Voldemort's head, arms, waist, and pull hard...

Divide it into pieces and tear it into pieces.

The phantom disappeared as a point of light.

It looks like it was driven mad by Voldemort.

--boom!

Another one!
This one even got half of its head eaten off by the diamond fangs.

boom!boom!boom!
One after another, the six-armed and eight-eyed monster stared at the other phantoms with four eyes, and rushed over in an instant, tearing the phantoms made by Voldemort into pieces.

Although Voldemort is still constantly summoning new phantoms, they are far from being cleaned up as quickly as this monster.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Voldemort raised his wand.

The blood shot out, accompanied by this ear-piercing sound.

The curse hit the monster, the monster's body trembled, and the eight eyeballs on its face twisted and twitched, staring at Voldemort, panting heavily.

"Les Finley! Whether you are sane or not, you must submit to me,... the great Dark Lord!"

Voldemort sneered and cast the spell.

When Voldemort shot with all his strength, the Unforgivable Curse was already able to work on the monster. (After the experiment just now, Voldemort has found that ordinary spells have little effect, and even to a certain extent, they don't work at all.)
"Your Majesty!"

Voldemort raised his wand—a bloodshot hit the six-armed, eight-eyed monster's knee.

The scales there changed from the original dark green and light white to gradually pitch black, curled up, and gradually fell off piece by piece.

The monster roared, its knees were bent, and it couldn't support its body bit by bit.

Voldemort chuckled, "Very good!"

"Submit to me!"

"Soul out of the body!"

He flicked his wand lightly.

"Raise your hands up!"

The monster gradually seemed to be gradually controlled by Voldemort.

Although McGuffin could not see clearly, he probably saw the monster freeze in place - it seemed that Voldemort had the upper hand.

Damn!

The worst is about to happen.

"Ms. Gray, can you get us out first, you see... this monster is no longer a problem!"

"Even if this place can prevent a brainless monster from getting out, it certainly cannot prevent a powerful black wizard from leaving here!"

Ms. Gray shook her head, she pointed down, and McGuffin knew what she meant from her eyes... It's not over yet!

Voldemort laughed wildly as he watched the monster gradually succumbed and was controlled by his [Imperius Curse].The nostrils expanded and flattened excitedly, like a thin slit.

"That's right, that's it! Next... is..."

"Harry! After such a long break, our game should end here..."

"Such a good place for you to end... Am I being too merciful!"

he shouted.

Voldemort shot grim glances at the two of them - the fellow knew they were here.

"McGuffin Albert! Tell me... what the hell is going on with Les Finley? I can put..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a deafening roar.

The sound was so loud that it was almost a sonic weapon, and Voldemort's phantoms trembled and disappeared in an instant.

--boom!

The monster directly landed on its six arms, like a crab, or a toad with many legs, leaping forward and coming to the only remaining real body of Voldemort.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Voldemort quickly uttered multiple Scarlet Curses, screaming through the air with high-pitched noises.

But this time it didn't work.

With six arms waving for a while, it actually opened its hand and grabbed the spell!

The blood light swayed in the hands of the monster, trembling irregularly, twisting and deforming, changing from arcs to furry spikes.

Then it exploded!
——It exploded!

(McGuffin nearly bites his tongue off!—though he sees vaguely in mid-air, he can still get the gist.)
Even Voldemort was stunned, he had never heard of such a thing.

He didn't react until the monster bit and swallowed the remaining spell ferociously.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was no holding back, Voldemort realized the reality.

Just ask that little wizard Les Finley for a moment... what caused all this?

He's with this guy, sure knows what's going on.

after that,

A strong green light pierced the eyelids of the two little wizards above.

See that green light.

Harry felt the pain in his scar instantly, and he felt nauseous.

For a split second... voices of arguing, fighting, threatening echoed in his head.

"James! No..."

"Harry!"

A sad, gentle female voice sounded softly, which made Harry feel better.

He regained some sanity, slowly opened his stinging eyes, and looked around.

They are still floating in the sky.

The expression (⊙__⊙)→(⊙o⊙) on McGuffin's face kept going back and forth, as if pumped.

Staring down in disbelief.

what happened?

Harry also looked down.

Um? ?

(⊙__⊙)→(⊙o⊙)? ?
McGuffin also confirmed again and again that he still couldn't believe it.

——After eating a [Ava Chewing Melon Curse],

The monster transformed by Les Finley not only did not die, but grew a head again!
—two heads, sixteen eyes, staring at Voldemort!
(End of this chapter)