Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 695 The Third Pillar

"Harry, get out of that guy's side!" Sirius yelled fiercely after being dazed for a moment when he saw the same Harry Potter appearing.

He hastily aimed his wand at the fellow.

Aim for the guy who looks like Harry at age 11 but is Voldemort on the inside.

"Oh! Sirius, you idiot!"

Voldemort, who had Harry's youthful face on his face, smiled contemptuously, "Do you think you...with that wand in your hand that doesn't belong to you, can actually stop me...the most powerful wizard ever?"

"You're not!" Harry retorted, growling.

"?" Voldemort turned his head and stared at Harry. He wanted to know who gave this guy the courage to contradict himself.

"That's right, Dumbledore taught him...he, he is the greatest wizard ever..." Hermione Ron hurriedly said in a hoarse voice, trembling.

Apparently facing such a weird scene, although the two of them mustered up their courage, they still couldn't really calm down their hearts, especially when they had a conversation with Voldemort.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Voldemort laughed out loud as if he had heard some joke, almost to the point of tears.

"Hmph, that fellow Albus Dumbledore... Let me tell you... your reliance, your protector... already played!"

"He won't fall from the sky to save you."

Voldemort stared at Harry's face with an extremely cruel look.

And the news that this guy said made everyone present terrified, and almost everyone trembled involuntarily after hearing it.

"You lie! A lie! It's a lie!"

Harry yelled at Voldemort angrily.

"Hehehe..."

"If you think what I said is false, then it is false, anyway from today...you will never see Albus Dumbledore again."

"Oh, and that little lunatic MacGuffin Albert..."

"Of course, Harry...if you kneel down and beg me for mercy now, then with the special connection between me and you, I will spare those friends of yours, even that Mudblood over there..."

Voldemort said confidently.

Although Harry firmly refused to believe his eloquent statement, a seed of gloom had already been planted in his heart, which made him really worried about Professor Dumbledore and the situation of McGuffin.

boom!
Suddenly, the tip of Black's wand glowed like a silver sword, with a silver flame burning on it,
This silver light and flame...appeared in front of the young (Harry) Voldemort almost instantly.

thrust in.

what--

what--

Two screams came at the same time.

Harry and the young Voldemort lay flat on the ground, curled up and screaming in pain.

The silver sword, the curse of the silver flame... passed through Voldemort's chest almost instantly, and the silver flame was still burning on it.

But at the same time, on Harry, where Sirius had inserted himself into Voldemort... a black and red mark suddenly appeared.

He and Voldemort cried out in pain almost simultaneously.

"Ha, the connection between me and Harry is far beyond your imagination... If you want to kill me, it's best to kill Harry first, right?"

That fellow Voldemort kept humming in pain, taunting the few people present one sentence at a time.

Seeing this, Black immediately stopped and lifted the spell he had just cast.

When the burning silver flame disappeared, Voldemort stood up again, and Harry recovered almost at the same time.

After seeing this connection between the two, Sirius Black's face became even more gloomy. He stared angrily at Harry's young face, and looked at Voldemort's red pupils.

Voldemort paid little heed to Sirius Black's anger and his desire to cast another spell again.

This guy shook his shoulders, stretched his legs, and came to the pile of strange tree wreckage blown up by the strange whirlwind.

Put your arm directly into it.

The puddle of meat paste was like a wave. After shaking and wriggling, he took out a wand from it.

"cut……"

After the guy snorted coldly, he poked his hand into it again and got another wand.

"Damn it, I want the Elder Wand, not Lucius' broken wand, and that twin phoenix feather wand that doesn't work..."

After looking at the wand for a while, Harry II Voldemort cursed angrily, and then for the third time... This time he simply stuck half of his arm directly into the muddy flesh and groped.

ah ah ah ah

Harry immediately felt half of his body in pain, as if it was about to be torn apart, and he couldn't restrain himself from crying out in pain.

"What do you want to do!" Black didn't expect such a day to come, he directly waved his wand and rescued Harry II Voldemort directly.

He was directly pulled out of the pile of meat paste.

In Harry II Voldemort's young body, countless holes were drilled out of half of the arm, and there were some dry, fleshy branches on it, which were constantly eroding his body... those holes were being drilled out, tearing his body apart.

"Dumbledore you bloody bug..."

Voldemort's scolding made Harry feel hopeful again.

It sounds like...Professor Dumbledore seems to be letting this guy suffer a lot.

This is enough to prove that everything Voldemort said earlier... everything about Professor Dumbledore is not true, it is all false.

--is fake!

"what--"

After Harry II Voldemort cursed incompetently and furiously for a long time, he suddenly grabbed his own wand... and cut off half of his battered arm.

This made Harry almost pass out from the pain.

Harry II Voldemort gritted his teeth, and after throwing away the arm full of dead branches and erosion, he put his cut off side against the remains of those strange trees.

With the sound of his strange incantations, he slowly finished chanting, a skinless and boneless strange thing like a fuzzy meat jacket suddenly melted and connected to that arm.

Then...the skin, the bones grew rapidly, and a new limb was formed directly on Voldemort's body.

The Dark Lord twirled his fingers to test his dexterity, then picked up the two wands one by one, and inserted one of them into his waist.

This is ridiculous, she is dressed like a brat who just put a rifle into his trouser pocket.

However, none of the people present were in the mood or intention to laugh. Everyone stared at Nagia extremely nervously, thinking desperately how to help Harry and break the terrible connection with this guy.

"To be honest... I don't understand you... why you are so afraid of me, afraid of me... As long as you don't become my enemy, many people will become my friends and have a good life. We are changing the entire wizarding world for the greater good. This is good for everyone."

"Harry, merge into one with me! When I surpass the boundaries of ordinary wizards and seize the power of great beings... You can share the glory of the whole world with me, you can truly live forever, live forever... I can even resurrect your parents to make up for your lack of childhood..."

"How about it? Promise me...all of this can be easily achieved..."

Voldemort made the suggestion for the third time.

Harry stared at the other party angrily, for the Dark Lord's words...he didn't believe a single word.

Voldemort clearly knew he would get this response, and it wasn't beyond his expectations.

He sneered and raised his wand.

Although he still didn't know how to avoid harming Harry, Black immediately pointed his wand at Harry II Voldemort, and hurriedly urged the little wizard to stay away.

But when the situation is on the verge of breaking out,
Harry II Voldemort, and Harry almost passed out again suddenly.

But this time it wasn't caused by the pain, but an extremely palpitation and extremely depressive feeling rushed directly in my mind.

It was as if there was a mountain, or a world, weighing on Harry.

"Nagia——!!"

The Dark Lord's eyes were wide open, red as if bleeding, he turned around to look at the wreckage of the strange tree in disbelief, and roared angrily.

"McGuffin Albert...Dumbledore!!! These two damn guys!"

……

Time is pushed forward by about a quarter of an hour,

At this time, while controlling the heart of McGuffin, Nagia penetrated half of her body into the wreckage of the strange tree,

It seems that she is going to restart her magic ritual, so that the triangular prism strange tree (the pillar of the three magic rituals) will be revived.

McGuffin didn't stop him, he knew that his life and death was controlled by this guy.

If you act rashly, I am afraid there will be no good results.

Although I don't know what arrangement Dumbledore's magic power has quietly possessed on this guy, but there will definitely be a chance.

McGuffin waited slowly.

Nagia just kept holding McGuffin's heart, and reintegrated her body into the strange tree formed by the melting... accumulation of countless bug swarm remains.

The branches of flesh and blood gradually stretched out, and half of Nagia Voldemort's body gradually merged into it. Only the palm holding the heart and half of the face were still protruding out, and the pair of blood eyes stared coldly at McGuffin.

McGuffin lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at this guy, for fear that she would see any flaws.

He just relied on the magic power perception given by [Curse of Echo Blue] to explore the magic power of Dumbledore who had been mixed into the strange tree, waiting for his own opportunity.

The swarm of insects surged, passing through the beams of light falling from the sky, gathering from all directions, gathering under the strange tree, and continuously blending into it, repairing the broken strange tree.

The flat wall slowly recovers,
Those skeletons, bugs, and monster scars reappeared around Nagia Voldemort little by little, and the giant python also wrapped around his slim figure... turning into a trace on the wall.

At the same time, in this polar night area... the black cloud covering everything was also shaking together, the cracks that had been split before slowly closed, and the beams of light began to disappear one by one.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or Nagia Voldemort's deliberate intention. In short, before all the beams of light finally disappeared, those beams of light gathered together and turned into a huge beam channel, reflecting on the wreckage of this strange tree.

In the darkness, a thin light-colored bright mist...scattered slowly from the thick black cloud curtain, like a unique passage, and directly sprinkled on the extremely weird blood tree.

Nagia Voldemort and the giant python, as well as the cruel and terrifying scar marks on the monster's skeleton on the wall, in this intersection of light and darkness, shadow and light, showed an extremely evil blood-colored beauty.

As the beam of light gradually shrunk, and when it was about to fall into darkness again, Nagia Voldemort's tree of flesh and blood gradually recovered to about [-]% to [-]% of its original level.

Without her knowledge, McGuffin noticed Dumbledore's magic power and the power of the World Tree, and gradually began to invade every position on the tree of flesh and blood unconsciously.

The magical threads they turned into were densely entwining the entire strange tree and Nagia Voldemort.

—is it time? ?

McGuffin's heart was pounding, and he hesitated whether he wanted to take a direct shot, taking advantage of the confusion, to regain his heart.

It's just that Nagia Voldemort has been staring at McGuffin, and he couldn't find a suitable opportunity at all.

After a while, McGuffin suddenly noticed that there was an abnormal flow of magic power in the strange tree, and that kind of magic power fluctuation was like some kind of space magic spell (like apparition).

Just at this time Najiya happened to be distracted, and it happened twice in succession.

McGuffin quickly took this opportunity to pump his magic power into the World Tree seedlings on his body, and then imitated Dumbledore's method of using the power of the World Tree to transfer them to London... He kept praying in his heart for Nagia's magic power to be stimulated, in an attempt to arouse the resonance of the World Tree magic power through this method.

"what are you doing!"

After Nagia came back to her senses, she immediately noticed that the top of McGuffin's head was covered with a faint green light. Even though the guy tried his best to conceal it, Voldemort still found that this little lunatic was mobilizing his whole body's magic power.

She hastily clenched her heart tightly.

"Stop your movements... Albert! Or I'll crush your heart!"

The McGuffin didn't stop amidst the sharp pain and Nakia's breathless warning.

Because he knew that if he really stopped, he might not get any good results. Now this is the only chance, and he must block everything he can do.

"In that case, go to hell—MacGuffin Albert!"

Nagia Voldemort felt that something was wrong, she let out a roar, and squeezed her heart hard in her hand.

Fortunately, at this time, it was too late for Nagia Voldemort to act.

Countless... branches of the world tree that once destroyed the original version of Voldemort emerged directly from the wall of flesh and blood again,
Those roots spread rapidly, constantly absorbing the flesh and blood of the strange tree, and directly drilled holes in Nagia Voldemort's body that was already attached to it.

(End of this chapter)