[HP] King of Slytherin

"Please don't worry, Father." Hyland said, "The person who hurt me has already been killed by me."

Speaking of this, he thought of little Crouch—the man who died in his hands.Although the situation was critical at the time, this was also the first time he personally killed a life.Hyland couldn't help feeling a very subtle feeling in his heart, both disgusted and happy, like smoking poisonous poppies.

Hyland suppressed this delusion and was secretly vigilant. He didn't want to indulge in it and become a lunatic like Voldemort.

Grindelwald frowned slightly. He stepped forward and stretched out his fingers, reciting an unknown spell softly.A faint white light lit up, covering the wound like flowing water.Hyland only felt a cold feeling spreading from the outside to the inside, very comfortable.

"Okay." After a while, Grindelwald withdrew his hand, "You can recover after two days of rest, but there may be scars."

"Scars are a sign of a man, and I don't care about those," Hyland said lazily.

Grindelwald smiled.

"It's not safe here, let me send you back to Hogwarts."

"Didn't father stay to help Mr. Dumbledore?" Hyland asked in surprise.

"Don't underestimate Albus, he can solve it by himself." Grindelwald said, completely ignoring the Death Eaters.

Hyland thought for a while, then turned to Lucius and said, "Draco may be in the Ministry of Magic. I will go back to school with my father. You..."

"I'm staying here," Lucius continued.

At this moment, Hyland was naturally unwilling to be separated from Lucius, not to mention Draco's safety, but to mention Voldemort's hatred for Lucius, so he couldn't stop worrying about it.But considering his physical condition, he rationally gave up this idea.

"Watch out for Voldemort," he said finally.

"Don't worry." Lucius raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "I won't be hurt from behind."

Hyland was poked at the sore spot and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Grindelwald's sharp eyes turned from the two of them, and finally he no longer regarded Lucius as air.

Hyland pretended to be nonchalant, and Lucius was even more cunning.

But how can Grindelwald be someone they can fool?His mind moved slightly, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Rumble.

Suddenly, there was an astonishing explosion sound from the ground, and the whole ground couldn't help trembling.

The saints changed their colors one after another and looked around vigilantly.

"It's Albus's magic." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows.

Before the words were finished, several streaks of black smoke flew out of the elevator, galloping like lightning.Followed by the Order of the Phoenix, headed by a crimson phoenix, shrouded in billowing flames, and the person behind it is Dumbledore.

"Gellert!" he called.

There was no need for him to say more, Grindelwald instantly understood what the other party meant.He took a step forward, and with a wave of his right hand, an invisible barrier straddled the hall, and the fleeing Death Eaters were abruptly stopped.

Voldemort, who was forced to stop, was furious. He looked at Dumbledore with hatred, like a poisonous snake that wanted to eat someone.

The current situation is that the saints are blocking the door, the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors are coming from behind, and the Death Eaters have no way out.Unless Merlin comes into the world, there is no possibility of escape.

"Master!" a Death Eater yelled in panic.

Voldemort ignored him, and said coldly: "Want me to die? You all have to be buried with me!"

Dumbledore's face changed slightly, and with a wave of his wand, a golden chain appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Voldemort.

But he was one step too late, Voldemort turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the air in an instant.

"Be careful!" said Dumbledore.

Hyland sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by guarding saints.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and recognized that it was a kind of magic involving the soul.Suddenly, the soul-returning stone ring in his hand glowed dimly and condensed into a small snake shape.

He was about to take off the ring, but the soul-returning stone statue had taken root, and he couldn't take it off.

"Randall!" Lucius shouted anxiously beside him.

Hyland's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to explode.A kind of erosion originating from the blood flowed in his limbs, he couldn't breathe, and he felt dizzy after another, and blood oozes from the wound on his chest.

Everyone was shocked. Grindelwald's face was livid, and he wanted to kill in a rage, but he had to take Hyland into consideration. The murderous intent emanating from his body made everyone around him feel cold to the marrow.

"Dumbledore, you killed me!" cried Voldemort's consciousness.

Although he couldn't see it, Hyland could also imagine what he looked like, and he must have a pair of scarlet eyes.He trembled with pain, but the hatred in his heart burned even more vigorously, entangled Voldemort's soul tightly.

Dumbledore was silent, his wand hand trembling.

"Didn't you say that death is nothing? Aren't you known as the patron saint of Hogwarts? Then kill this boy!" Voldemort roared hysterically.

Pfft!

A Death Eater fell, and Grindelwald couldn't stand it anymore, so he took his life to vent his anger.

"I won't kill him." Dumbledore finally spoke, with firmness in his slow tone.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at him, and the Weasleys, Sirius, and Lu Ping silently agreed, but one person was very unwilling.

Moody quietly raised his wand, his magic eye twirling wildly, the other with paranoid conviction.Victory can be achieved by sacrificing only one person, why not!Even if that person is himself, Moody can kill himself without hesitation!

Dumbledore glanced at him suddenly, his clear eyes were sharp and warning like never before.

Moody looked at each other without fear, but in the next second, there was an extra wand on his head.

"Stay still, Alastor Moody," said Lucius icily.

"You Death Eater scum!" Moody growled.

Lucius was impatient to talk to him, and gestured to Scrimgeour with his eyes.

Scrimgeour understood, he made a gesture, and the Aurors immediately surrounded Moody, not allowing him to make any changes.

It was just a small episode, and Voldemort laughed wildly after hearing Dumbledore's words.He was about to get out, but he was surprised to find that he was tightly entangled by another soul.

"Damn brat!"

Hyland could no longer see anything, his eyes were pitch black, as if he had returned to the coma just now.

"Ugly, do you really think you can come and go whenever you want?" he shouted.

Voldemort had to struggle to break free, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break free.

"Okay, good!" His spirit revealed complete madness and tyranny.

Hyland felt his arm rise, his wand pointed at someone, and a sharp, grim sound came from his mouth.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Feeling helpless to be forced to attack others, Hyland's hatred grew even stronger, but he still didn't let go.

"Who's next?" hissed Voldemort. "Ah, my betrayed friend, are you ready to die?"

The wand moved again, Hyland suddenly realized who the target was this time, Lucius was in danger!

The Ministry of Magic outside was in chaos, and everyone was vigilantly guarding against Hyland. Some people wanted to make a move, but Grindelwald knocked them out neatly.This is still for Dumbledore's sake, otherwise there will be corpses everywhere.

Voldemort's wand was pointed at Lucius, so fast that it was too late to dodge.

Lucius' mind went blank, and he just stared at Hyland blankly.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and he watched Hyland raise his wand, watch him cast the spell, watch him look over.It's just that the beautiful blue eyes are now stained with scarlet, revealing endless blood and coldness.

"I really want to see those blue eyes again." Lucius had a strange thought.

He waits for death to come.

One second passed, ten seconds passed, and the god of death raised the scythe and put it down gently.

Hyland's body shook violently, as if he was struggling. He opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

This is how the same thing?Everyone wondered.

In Hyland's soul space, everything is no longer dark, and two snakes of different colors are biting and fighting.One is pure black, with long and narrow dark red snake eyes; the other is silvery white, with blue eyes like sea water.

"You madman!" said the black snake, Voldemort angrily.

The silver snake swept its tail and raised its chin in disdain.

Although Voldemort was a complete madman, he still felt a wave of horror at what had just happened.

The moment he was about to kill Lucius, Hyland's consciousness went crazy for some reason, and it turned into a snake, biting down, tearing and tearing to eat him.If it wasn't for him being proficient in soul magic and transforming into a snake in time, otherwise he would be torn apart and swallowed by this crazy kid.

"The taste is terrible," Hyland said sarcastically.

Voldemort hissed and vomited the letter, resentful and jealous. His soul was eaten by the other party a lot. The weak soul almost returned to the moment after being rebounded by the Avada Kedavra 15 years ago.

Feeling increasingly weak, he hated Hyland to the bone.

Hyland was also suffering from pain. His head was pricked by a needle, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to smash his head open.

The two snakes bit each other, and they were all covered with cuts and bruises. The fight was no longer about magic, but about who could bear it more.

Finally, with a scream, Voldemort didn't dare to fight anymore, and escaped from the body.

The others saw a black smoke flying out of Hyland's body, and they stumbled to leave the Ministry of Magic.And Hyland shook twice, and slowly opened his eyes. Although his eyes looked dazed, they returned to their original colors.

"Want to run?" Grindelwald formed a triangle with his hands and fingers, and the cold light in his eyes made people tremble with fear.

The green light flourished, and a curse with a breath of death descended from the sky.

Voldemort struggled to conjure a silver shield that blocked the spell, but the shield quickly shattered.

Seeing that a generation of demon kings was about to be wiped out, suddenly, a group of bright flames blocked the attack for him.

"Who?"

A person flashed into the field, and the crimson robe was blown loudly.He raised his head lazily, with a careless smile in his eyes, as if he just came to watch the excitement.

"Mephisto Felix?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes.

Hyland was about to fall asleep in a drowsy state, but upon hearing this name, he managed to open his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, everyone." Mephisto said with a smile, "I'll take this guy away."

Everyone stared at him, as if listening to a strange story from heaven.

"Ah, that's right." Mephisto clenched his right fist and clapped his left. "My dear little Randall, I saw a golden-haired kid on the road, who seemed to be your friend, and I just saved it. Don't be too thankful I."

"Where is he?" Lucius asked immediately.

"It seems to be thrown outside," Mephisto said irresponsibly, "I'm not an Auror, and I'm not responsible for dealing with lost children."

Hyland had a headache, and he was sure it wasn't because of his soul.

After Mephisto finished speaking, he picked up the semi-conscious Voldemort with one hand, and carried it on his shoulder.The Death Eaters watched their master being carried around as if they were goods, and all of them felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

"Put him down!" Moody yelled.

Mephisto smiled and uttered a spell: "Mernos is coming."

Hyland covered his face with his hands, and really didn't want to watch any more.

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, the statue of the man in the middle of the Magic Brothers fountain suddenly fell down and flew over quickly.

Hyland muttered in a low voice, "I knew it."

At the beginning of this year, when he came to the Ministry of Magic, he saw this statue, and he was shocked at that time. The appearance of this man was clearly the same as that of Murnos, but he didn't know why he appeared here.Now it seems that these two guys are clearly behind the Ministry of Magic.

Someone tried to stop it with magic, but to no avail.The instant they touched the statue, Mephisto and Voldemort disappeared.

Hearing the noise around him, Hyland's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he really wanted to just fall asleep like this.

Gradually, all consciousness disappeared.

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