Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 687 Yemengard ([-])

The fog was misty, and Voldemort's voice on the opposite side was indistinct, like an old-fashioned radio, with a click and a click mixed with some kind of electric noise, as if someone else was calling Harry's name... But the Dark Lord was still rambling on.

However, at this moment, Harry gradually came to his senses.

He sensed something was wrong.

It stands to reason that Voldemort should have done something to him long ago...whether it killed himself, or tortured him with a curse, or manipulated him...

How could he just be babbling like an old hag?

"Harry... Harry..."

An anxious voice came from afar.

It sounded like Sirius, like Hermione, Ron's voice.

--how is this possible!

Sudden--

--Well! --ah!

It was as if something had stung him, a kind of pain but not pain, and the whirring feeling suddenly made Harry shiver.

He immediately noticed something wrong with his current situation.

The pain was like a dream separated by a layer.

Obviously the feeling from his body... told his brain that it was very painful, but——he didn't feel anything.

Harry quickly slapped himself on the thigh,

Sure enough, it didn't feel the slightest, as if it was shot on a rubber and plastic body.

At this time, he realized that everything he had experienced just now was false, those feelings in his body... were some kind of brain automatically deceiving... self-righteous feelings,

It dawned on Harry that he had already been caught in a waking but false nightmare.

He is imprisoned in one place.

At this moment, Harry felt that his body was firmly trapped in a certain place...Some greasy things were entwining him tightly.

Moreover, Voldemort's smirk, Black, Hermione's yelling...continuously came from afar...

Harry concentrated all his attention, trying to wake up his body, but he couldn't even move his fingers.

He looked to the opposite side, and Voldemort was like a pool of foam, gurgling and bubbling with thick bubbles like a quagmire, before disappearing.

It was replaced by blood red eyes, these strange colors slowly danced and crawled in Harry's not sober vision,

He felt as if he was immersed in the swamp mud, only his head and neck could move.

Do not,
- can't go on like this,
Harry knew he had to wake up quickly.

……

"Don't be impulsive! Blake!"

Albus Dumbledore grabbed Sirius and stopped his advance.

After a long and difficult journey, several people finally found the location of Voldemort and Harry.

It's just that the scene before their eyes is not very good, it can even be said to be very bad.

A strange giant tree in the shape of a triangular prism stands impressively in front of their eyes,
Every time this strange tree forks, its branches will have one more side... At the beginning of the fork, those branches were still square prisms, and then they turned into branches of five prisms, six prisms... It was impossible to distinguish and became a straight cylinder like a water pipe.

However, no matter how the branches of this strange tree change, it does not look like a naturally formed tree.

Those branches extend from the trunk, grow wantonly, and intertwine with each other.

It looks more like some kind of densely intertwined water pipe and wire channel.

However, although the shape seems to be some kind of man-made object with regularity, the skin and inner tissue of the strange tree are all flesh and blood that are constantly wriggling.

Especially the three walls of the triangular trunk.

Two of the notches on the flesh wall are Voldemort's old age form, and Nagia's female form... and the last side is also the side that McGuffin and the others are facing sideways——

Harry is being integrated into it.

Only half of his head remained, and he was hung outside.

Harry Potter closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The scar on his forehead spread and cracked, and bright red gaps spread across half of his face like tree roots.

Strips of wriggling flesh stretched out from those wounds, wrapping around Harry's face... wriggling like snakes.

In other places on those walls, there are many skeletons, living corpses, beetles... and various monsters.

These hideous engraved marks... are constantly moving, as if they are about to burst out of it.

A large area around the Tree of Flesh was empty, and the thick white mist had dissipated, revealing a ground made up of huge black scales.

As for the part where this strange tree is connected to the ground, there are no densely arranged black-gray scales there, but instead there are piles of huge lumps of flesh that proliferate and swell.

The strange tree is inserted there.

With such an indescribable situation, it's no wonder that Black couldn't wait for a moment, and was so impatient to rescue Harry.

"Can't wait, Albus...don't you see?"

Black tried a few times, trying to break free from Dumbledore's 'strong man's arms', but it was clear that the two were not in the same class.

Although Black is not a small figure, but compared to the current 'Dumbledore JOJO'... it is still not enough.

Old Deng easily suppressed Black, and even directly locked Black with only one arm.

"McGuffin, use the backhand you left behind..."

After Dumbledore looked at Harry's situation, he signaled that McGuffin could act according to the previously discussed plan.

—Legion of Little Guffins!

The MacGuffin cast the spell,

Then, the flesh tree wall began to beat, and a slowly moving blood bag gushed out,
This weird thing, within the wall that devoured Harry... moved back and forth, constantly bumping into his head, trying to wake Harry up.

Unfortunately it doesn't work.

On the other side, the old version of Voldemort let out a sharp and terrifying laugh,
"Albus... do you think the same trick... will work twice?"

As soon as the words fell, the bulging little blood bag burst,
A small cage made of fleshy vines slowly emerged from that place, and a small McGuffin was imprisoned inside.

The little guy closed his eyes, and his two short legs got out directly from the gap in the shackles, just like that against the small cage, his legs moved randomly out of thin air, and he looked like I was very reckless.

Voldemort's hoarse and piercing laughter continued to echo in this empty fog.

However, before this guy finished laughing, the tip of the McGuffin's wand turned into a device like a fire engine sprinkler, and the little McGuffins sprayed out from there one after another like water jets, screaming, and hit the fleshy wall of the triangular prism.

Hey, hey, hey!

These little things screamed and clawed at the wall of flesh and blood, poking around with their small wands.

Most of these attacks landed directly in Harry's face.

There was nothing Voldemort could do about it, and the face that melted like a candle was even more distorted beyond recognition.

He turned that wall of flesh into a carpet of flesh wriggling with billions of tiny tentacles,
Those wriggling filaments swayed slowly, seeming to want to grab those little things directly, absorb and melt them into the meat blanket.

It's a pity that the little things turned into silver threads as soon as they were hurt a little, and then they were recovered by the McGuffin, and then sprayed onto the tree of flesh and blood of the triangular prism through the magic wand.

It can be said that a perfect closed loop has been formed.

Seeing that it couldn't go on like this, the old version of Voldemort, Nagia Voldemort... slowly drilled out from the two fleshy walls like melted and solidified chocolate, and walked down.

They each held up a wand, looking furiously at the MacGuffin.

"Well done...McGuffin! Put away your spells..."

After Dumbledore happily praised, he put his strong and broad body... in front of McGuffin and the others, and then pointed his wand at the two Voldemorts.

And at this time, Harry finally woke up from the continuous 'MacGuffin bombardment'.

He raised his head to discover his current situation, and screamed in fear.

He was hung face down... or imprisoned in mid-air, and a disgusting bloody smell came over his face.

Harry, he felt that his body was tightly wrapped by a sticky, soft, weird substance, and felt that those things were constantly squeezing, tearing his body under the neck, as if trying to swallow him completely.

His body seemed to be weighed down by hundreds of catties, he couldn't move at all, he could only maintain that weird posture awkwardly and powerlessly.

He heard Blake's screams, Voldemort's roars of rage, and tiny annoying noises on his forehead.

It was the whispering of the Little Guffins.

The voice that originally annoyed Harry and was eager to avoid it made him very excited.

He knew Dumbledore was coming.

Although Harry could only see Black or Hermione even if he held his head up and stretched his neck as far as possible to look around, he still knew that Dumbledore had come to him.

Judging from Voldemort's panic and failure to act rashly, this can also be confirmed.

"McGuffin...McGuffin!!!"

Voldemort roared again and again.

Of course, the McGuffins also came, and Harry knew very well that no one but Albert could annoy Voldemort so much, not to mention the appearance of the small Guffins also proved this point.

Harry tried not to make unnecessary movements, so as not to attract Voldemort's unnecessary attention. He shook his body with all his strength, trying to get himself out of this horrible situation.

"Professor, Harry! He's awake!"

Black turned around happily and quietly, reminding Albus Dumbledore

"I know! Sirius! Get ready..."

"What preparations—"

"Facing Voldemort alone - avoiding -"

Dumbledore yelled, pushing Black and McGuffin away from their place, and at the same time, the two Voldemorts on the opposite side waved their wands together to cast spells.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two green lights crossed, directly blasted over, and shot at Dumbledore.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Voldemort laughed sharply.

"So stupid, Albus!"

"Do not--"

Harry, Black screamed in pain.

"Lei... Lei Lai..."

But to everyone's surprise, Dumbledore, who was shot by the [Death Curse], was only in a daze for a moment,
(McGuffin clearly saw... Dumbledore died like a mortal at that moment), but as the [Flesh Pupil~Red] ring on his thick finger flashed, after the red light, the old muscular stick's dull eyes returned to normal, and his pale face quickly flushed.

And Dumbledore started to hold the Elder Wand in his backhand (as if he was holding a spear), raised it from behind his shoulder, and raised it over his head...

Then, throw it!
"Lei... Lei Lai..."

As the inexplicable spells sounded at the same time, the dense fog that covered the surroundings dissipated, and above here... thunder came out of nowhere, and countless thunderbolts were like thunder pools... surging and rippling in the sky above them, and then countless bolts of lightning crashed down, bombarding the old wand.

"Do not--"

The two Voldemorts desperately waved their wands and cast spells to stop them, but it was too fast and too strong...

The magic wand of destiny was like a spear shining with lightning, or a missile...instantly inserted into the very center of the triangular prism tree of flesh.

Sister, there are countless thunderbolts in the sky, exploding one after another, and falling continuously.

That weird giant tree couldn't bear this kind of bombardment. It trembled and exploded, and then burst into three big pieces. Two of the walls... shot straight into the sky and were thrown to other places by the air waves.

The exploding air waves rolled over and over again, dispersing all the fog here.

Those scales, as well as the pieces of meat that were not covered by the scales, were exposed——

McGuffin flinched.

The ring of [Curse of Echo Blue] on his neck gave off an extremely hot feeling, and it screamed and echoed in McGuffin's mind, urging him to put on the ring as soon as possible, and observe the existence of the god name [Jomungard] under his feet...

McGuffin knew that now was not the time to do this, not to mention that through the system, he knew very clearly the price he would have to pay for wearing this broken ring.

In particular, Dumbledore had repeatedly told them before that if they observe the existence of [Jomungard] rashly, they will be polluted by the magic power existing on it.

He's crazy to do that.

Black, Hermione, Ron and the others screamed. They saw the wall containing Harry's body being smashed into the air and rolling far away.

Then the few people realized that they were very concerned about Dumbledore's current physical condition. After all, this old man directly used the body of the Terminator JOJO to forcefully 'eat' two Killing Curses.

Although it doesn't seem to be a serious problem, it is still beyond the common sense of ordinary wizards.

"professor?……"

"Dumbledore..."

"Are you okay?" McGuffin and the others looked at him hesitantly.

"It's okay... you go find those blown debris... remember, destroy all those things..." Dumbledore quickly ordered with a blank expression.

"Go—" he urged.

As he spoke, Lao Deng stretched his body, his muscles bulging out from under his robe like bursting,
In the disbelief of several people, Voldemort's unbelieving eyes.

He flew over with one kick.

JoJo Gandalf Dumbledore appeared.

"Go... let's go!" Blake pulled them to persuade.

The MacGuffins choked and spit, turning their heads frequently... Looking at the extremely 'intense' over there... It didn't look like a battlefield between wizards,

Then he left here 'reluctantly' to find Harry and destroy Voldemort's (the man with the three pillars) proof of existence.

(End of this chapter)