Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 691 First Pillar (End)
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After the sound of the curse stopped, Voldemort began to retch, and a long snake with a white body and a red ring was spat out.

This is a small ouroboros with a forearm and a tail biting.

It has a trace of mucus on its body, wrapped in a layer of amber mucous membrane.

The strange snake became bigger when it saw the light, and it became as thick as a forearm in a short time.

Voldemort's eyes glowed red.

The two arm bones that he had just gnawed clean suddenly jumped up.

The two bone claws shook, quickly climbed to the position of Voldemort's arm, and pressed it again.

This thing is as flexible as if it still has flesh attached.

The Dark Lord stretched out the two arm bones, cut open the mucous membrane with his bone claws, and lifted the Ouroboros out.

After being torn out of the mucous membrane, the snake's growth rate was suppressed.

Two bone claws lifted it upside down and placed it in front of Voldemort's eyes.

The Dark Lord let out a terrifying laugh.

At this time, Dumbledore had already nailed half of Nagia Voldemort's body to the ground with a spell.

Because he knew that if he didn't completely destroy Voldemort's shelter base (the strange triangular tree), no matter how many times he killed it, the Dark Lord's soul fragments would be able to go back in time by stealing the power of [Jomungard] and restart itself.

Nagia Voldemort screamed and struggled, but she couldn't get rid of the spell that connected her to the shadow under her feet like a nail.

After hearing Voldemort's wild laughter, Dumbledore also looked up and saw the horrible image of the guy, and also saw the Ouroboros in the two bone claws.

"It's late! Albus..." After Voldemort sneered sharply.

He directly stretched out his hand to grab it, and the magic wand that fell on the ground let out a low hum... and just returned to his hand like that.

Dumbledore kicked his feet back, and there was a sudden explosion in the air, rushing directly in front of Voldemort,

He reached out.

As his body that was comparable to a giant dragon approached, a violent... the thrust of an air explosion directly rushed towards him.

"Albus Dumbledore...you will fall into my hands!" Voldemort cursed loudly, and he plunged the wand in his bone claws into the long snake with white body and red ring.

The long snake ignited spontaneously without fire, and the third red ring from the body blazed with flames, circle after circle, until it swallowed the entire body of the long snake, only the head and tail remained.

then,

Dumbledore disappeared instantly.

In the next moment, when he appeared again...
The entire sturdy body has been split into five or six pieces, the head, torso, limbs... scattered all over the ground.

Then his JOJO-style tough head, with long silver beard... was directly held by Voldemort.

—Dumbledore's head... alone in Voldemort's hands.

"Hahaha--"

Voldemort moved Dumbledore's head to his eyes and let out a hearty laugh.

"Finally...Albus, you're finally in my hands." He hissed with great excitement in a hoarse voice.

Dumbledore, with only one head left, opened his eyes, "Riddle! What kind of magic is that?"

"What is that Ouroboros? Can Yermungandr allow you to do such a thing? Is it the power of time?...It's terrible!"

His expression was very calm, as if falling into such a situation had not destroyed his mind.

This performance made Voldemort very angry.

Of course he didn't answer Dumbledore's question.

Holding the magic wand in the two bone claws, they fell apart in the distance, as if they had their own consciousness, and gradually began to piece together the body shell... Immediately, they were bitten by various poisonous snakes differentiated from the surrounding light and mist, tore them tightly, and swallowed them into their respective stomachs.

Soon, only Dumbledore's head remained in the area.

Voldemort specifically lifted Albus's head so that he could watch it all.

"Take a look? This will be the last view you see..."

"However, I'm a little hesitant now, whether to keep you in this state, show them to Harry, and let them know what will happen if you disobey me."

"Ha, maybe you can give them some experience? Let them know how to stay rational after encountering misfortune after fighting against Voldemort..."

"Ah! By the way, that guy...McGuffin Albert, he deserved to end up like this...I'm going to take his head off too..." Voldemort said excitedly.

Dumbledore ignored the provocation, and he said calmly, "I figured it out... This magic is to treat time as a long line... Find a beginning and an end you want... Then, Riddle, you will join these two parts... like the Ouroboros biting its tail, and remove the process..."

"This leads to an inevitable result...it's amazing magic!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"You guessed it right...but now...Professor Albus Dumbledore with only one head left...what can you do?" Voldemort taunted.

"This terrifying magic is indeed beyond my expectations... However, this makes me more determined that I can't let you complete that ritual, and I can't let you successfully steal the mana of [Jomungard]."

"Hmph, forget it... What more can I say to a loser who has fallen into this situation? For the favor you brought me into the wizarding world many years ago... I, the merciful Lord Voldemort, will grant you eternal peace..."

The guy stared triumphantly at Dumbledore's pair of blue eyes, and said slowly.

Dumbledore was not panicked by the fear of death as Voldemort expected, and made an ugly appearance.

Instead, he said very calmly, "Riddle, you still don't understand... until now... I can't hold on any longer. In order to restore and maintain my full state, I have been using forbidden magic and terrible magic that doesn't belong to me..."

"Now all this is exactly what I want. If it weren't for your invitation, I wouldn't be able to directly enter [Jomungard]'s body..."

"Finally, Tom... How I wish I could go back to when I first met you... Maybe I should take a tougher action, pay more attention to and correct your behavior... instead of just scaring you... just pretend that everything is fine and it's over."

When the Dark Lord heard these words, he was deeply angry, but also secretly felt something bad.

I saw that after Dumbledore finished that sentence, he didn't say any more, he opened his mouth directly, and he pushed something with his tongue.

Voldemort looked—

Dumbledore is biting a golden ring.

——It was the [Pupil of Flesh and Flesh Red], which was being tightly bitten between the two rows of teeth.

There was a red light on it.

not good!

Before Voldemort could react, a golden light shot out from deep in Dumbledore's throat, from his eye sockets, nostrils, and ears...

Dumbledore's only remaining head, like melted chocolate, slipped directly from Voldemort's hands and turned into a puddle.

[Pupil of Flesh and Flesh. Red] The golden ring was suspended in the air and rapidly expanded to the size of a basketball. In the middle of it was a golden-green plant seedling, which was rapidly expanding.

The wreckage left by Dumbledore was directly absorbed by this seedling.

The golden light became more and more brilliant, it was like the sun's rays, constantly encroaching on all the places it could reach.

Those roots and vines grow rapidly.

After a while, it took over the entire area.

Voldemort couldn't even get a foothold.

The vines are like cobwebs, splitting and wrapping around... absorbing all the magic substances that can be seen in them, and the light and mist that can even affect time are constantly being absorbed.

This is really very scary!
It didn't take much effort for Voldemort to understand that this plant... possesses a power no less than that of [Jörmungandr], and it is very likely that it is caused by... the magic power of the World Tree.

The two Voldemorts kept trying various spells and methods to get rid of these horrible plants, but with Dumbledore's own life and the magic power contained in [Pupil of Flesh Red]...the seedlings of the world tree catalyzed by the catalysis are simply not something that can be dealt with by ordinary methods.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green flashes—

As Dumbledore had shown not long ago, only a part of the outer vines withered and died, and as the magic power was continuously absorbed, some seedlings that had just split began to grow rapidly again.

"Avada Kedavra"

"Fiendfire! Greek fire!"

Voldemort even directly sacrificed his own eyeballs, hoping to use the power of time brought by [Jomungard] to erase this weird and irresistible plant.

But it didn't work, whether it was explosions, flames, cutting... or even spells that directly aimed at the soul and life force, they couldn't stop the plant from invading.

When Dumbledore sacrificed himself to awaken this terrible spell, he was actually very close to the strange tree.

So in just a short time, that strange tree...was covered by layers of vines, the roots of those World Tree seedlings...wrapped.

That's why Voldemort wanted to get rid of these plants at all costs, and wanted to remove his possession from this terrible situation.

But it's hard, or almost impossible.

The spell they cast was like mud falling into the Yellow River, it disappeared without a trace of waves.

Dumbledore was right.
That strange tree was indeed Voldemort's Achilles' heel, and the mana and functions of the only three remaining [Horcruxes] of the Dark Lord had been replaced by this strange tree.

As it survived, only one-third of the strange tree was left. When those vine tentacles were inserted little by little, absorbing magic power, it became dry and shriveled, and when it was exhausted.

The colorful light and mist in this area also disappeared, and the figure of the old version of Voldemort also slowly disappeared.

"no no--"

He frantically lay on the ground, pawing at Dumbledore's almost-disappeared wreckage, screaming in pain and fear, "I don't believe... Albus Dumbledore... You give me life... Come alive... What the hell is this? Is it the seed of the world tree?"

The entire figure of the Dark Lord began to appear resolutely, and he gradually faded away, as if he was about to disappear into this world.

"It's ugly, Riddle!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded unceremoniously.

It was Nagia Voldemort.

She who has always been consistent with the original body reprimanded, "It's so ugly, as the great Voldemort...Even if he dies, he should maintain his glory and dignity...At least, better than that old fox Dumbledore, right?"

"Don't worry? Now that I survived, the remaining piece of soul will definitely replace Harry... I will make Potter the third pillar. At that time... maybe you can still rely on [Jormungandr]'s boundless great power to revive you..."

Although it was consolation, the hint contained in the words made the old version of Voldemort feel like an ice cellar in his heart.

He knew that his incarnation already had his own plans and wanted to abandon him.

Nagia Voldemort, the incarnation of the second pillar...was standing not far away, where Dumbledore's body had been swallowed by those snake-like spells, holding a wand full of knuckles.

—The Elder Wand, the stick of fate.

She stroked gently, with a greedy and excited look on her face, and a cold-blooded ruthless light in her two red eyes.

"No—, I am Voldemort... the greatest Dark Lord... yes..."

The voice fades away,

With the roots of the vines, the seedlings of the world tree grew rapidly, and the remaining magic power of the wreckage of the triangular prism tree was exhausted in a short period of time.

And Voldemort's original body, before realizing his delusion, turned into a streamer,
In a ridiculous way, without making any waves or movements, it disappeared.

Without anyone's knowledge, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the frightening Tom Riddle (Voldemort's original body) just disappeared.

Nagia Voldemort was floating in mid-air, stroking the Elder Wand, watching the disappearance of his original body coldly, and did not help.

After Voldemort really disappeared completely, the weird and terrifying plant composed of the seedlings of the World Tree and the [Pupil of Flesh Red] did not disappear miraculously. It was still wreaking havoc in this organ meat cave of [Jörmungandr], devouring all the magic power it saw.

It continues to grow rapidly and spread.

Obviously, the destruction of one of Voldemort's incarnations is not the ultimate goal (di) that Dumbledore wants to achieve by sacrificing his own life.

What he wants is to trigger a war between [World Tree] and [Jomengard], two great existences that also survived from ancient times, and want them to instinctively fight each other.

Every time those roots and vines pierced into the ground of [Jomengard] meat cave... after piercing the wrinkled meat membrane,
The entire space here began to shake violently, and the huge turbulent flow of magic power burst out from all directions and tore apart.

It's not over yet.

However, after Nagia Voldemort saw all the out-of-control things in this meat cave, he flew out from the huge hole in the distance above (a stomach tube-like hole) without looking back, and left here in a hurry.

The lesson of the old version of Voldemort made Nagia understand one thing.

The defense on the wall of the triangular prism monster tree is not completely indestructible. Even if the Killing Curse and Fiendfire are ineffective against it, magic power of the same specification can destroy it, just like what happened here. .

Nagia Voldemort knew that she had to find the wreckage of the triangular strange tree first, and protect the possession that the [Horcrux] had turned into, so as to ensure that her body would not die in a ridiculous way like the original body.

As for Harry's affairs, there was no rush.

The connection between Harry Potter and them cannot be erased by anyone or any method.

　The first column ([-]) chapter is blocked, maybe it is too bloody, try to modify it first

　　
　
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