The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 243 The 'Black Coffin' of Bait

"Holy elves in the heaven and earth, have the breath of the earth with motherhood, holy light, get rid of all the evil breath in front of you-clean!" Weiss just returned to the werewolf gathering place, and found a place that was not caught by the tower. In the place covered by Yun's trees, he chanted a spell in a low voice against the moonlight. A holy light flashed through the dark forbidden forest, and wisps of black breath wrapped around Weiss's terrifying wound quickly disappeared. He was flying back, but he himself was sitting cross-legged, his orange hair fluttering in the wind, and he maintained a tranquility and holiness facing the moonlight.

For about 5 minutes, Weiss slowly opened his eyes, shook his head weakly, looked at the wound on his body with satisfaction, and began to apply white cream and bandage himself.

"Fortunately, I didn't use large-scale white magic this time. The light element is too dangerous for me..." Weiss muttered while raising the fire, leaning on the tree trunk and watching a group of werewolves still struggling not far away.

...the next day...

In the early morning, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, unknown birds were chirping and jubilant on the branches of the forest, and in the open space in front of them lay a group of men with their hands and feet imprisoned.

Sitting next to a man who was not tied up with a rope, Weiss noticed that the man's breathing became regular, and he let out a suppressed cry of pain after a while.

"Wake up." Weiss patted the face of the man who was still a bit confused, making him completely awake.

"Kablev?" Fenrir Greyback looked at the bundled figures in front of him with his eyes wide open, and laughed wildly.

"To kill that wolf?" Weiss handed over the dagger, raised his chin and pointed at a man in the field.

"Of course!" Fenrir Greyback did not take the dagger, and pointed at the people around him: "Untie them, Kabrev! Our mission is complete!"

"Okay." Weiss yawned, and as Fenrir Greyback got up, he waved his wand and turned all the silver Sickles that had been turned into ropes back to their original forms.

"These silver Sickles are no longer usable, you are such a prodigal brat." Fenrir Greyback walked to the man in the field, bent down to pick up a silver Sickle that had no light, and shook it. He said with his head, and then bent down again and slapped the face of the man in front of him.

The man was still in a daze when he woke up, but he opened his eyes instantly because he saw Fenrir Greyback's distorted face covered with scars.

"You lost." Fenrir Greyback grinned strangely, and then without waiting for his answer, he straightened up his palm and stabbed it fiercely, piercing the man's heart with his hard nails.

In an instant, the man's eyes opened wider. He whimpered, and stretched out his hands unwillingly to grab Fenrir Greyback's eyes, but just as he reached them, he fell powerlessly aside, completely dead.

"Brat! Come and burn him!" Fenrir Greyback pulled out his palm, licked the warm liquid in his palm, and looked at Weiss with a strange smile.

"Go away." Wisping stretched out his wand, and a faint flame floated towards the corpse of the werewolf leader.

"Kablev! You crazy! Want to burn me to death?" Fenrir Greyback's hairs stood on end when he saw the flames, and he ran away quickly, his eyes fixed on him. flames.

"I need to practice the spell." Weiss squinted at Fenrir Greyback: "Shall I give you a flower to practice your reflexes?"

"Bastard kid! Do you use Fierce Fire to train your nerve reflexes!" Fenrir Greyback roared, and with his voice, the weak flame instantly engulfed the werewolf leader, and the flame instantly became bigger. The beast suddenly appeared in the flames, baring its teeth and claws.

"Hiss!" Fenrir Greyback suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his left arm. The pain distorted his face, and he still shouted loudly with red eyes: "Kablev, master let us go back!"

"Voldemort? Okay, I got it." Weiss narrowed his eyes, and waved his wand again. Instantly, the little beast made of Fiendfire stopped growing, roared silently, then slowly shrunk, and finally disappeared.

"Wake up this group of people and take them back." Weiss pointed to a few men who were still unconscious and said, "Don't waste time, kill those who don't want to go with us."

"What a cruel little brat!" Fenrir Greyback grinned strangely. Although he said so, judging from the rude movements he started to wake up one by one, he also planned to do so.

...Malfoy Manor...

"What do you want to explain?" After Voldemort waved Fenrir Greyback away with his hand, he looked at Wes, who was covered in bandages, expressionlessly.

"No, didn't I complete the task well?" Weiss reached out to hook the bunch of grapes not far away.

"Then, isn't it you who was mentioned in the Daily Prophet?" Voldemort threw out a copy of the "Daily Prophet", on which it was written in black and bold: "After Azkaban, the Great Evil Dark Wizard Hogwarts

"Oh, I've reported it again. I'm so sorry." Weiss sighed with an exaggerated expression.

"So, do you have anything to say?" Voldemort's voice became colder.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your Death Eaters." Weiss waved his hand and said, "Only you, you are their Dark Lord."

"Kabrev!" Voldemort roared.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to meet my more than 80 girlfriends." Weiss spread his hands and said helplessly.

"..." Voldemort didn't say anything, but a green curse was released.

"Hey hey hey, it's too much, use the Killing Curse without saying a word." Weiss leaned back quickly, and the whole person fell backwards, lying on the carpet and stretching his neck to look at Voldemort.

Voldemort still didn't say a word, and continued to wave his wand, casting spells at Wes one after another.

"Hit me again and I'll lose my face!" Weiss rolled away quickly on the ground like a rolling gourd. He stood at the door half of his body was completely covered by the wall, and he only looked in with his head stretched out.

"Flip? You?" Voldemort said disdainfully, "I taught you all the dark arts, tell me the truth!"

"What I just said is the truth..." Weiss muttered, and then saw Voldemort's gloomy face and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I heard Draco say that Fudge took the old man away, I'm afraid it's some kind of trap, Affect our plan, the situation was more urgent at the time, I didn't have time to inform you, so I had to go and have a look." Weiss patted the dust on his wizard robe, and walked in slowly.

"...Then, what's the result?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, watching Wes pick up the bunch of grapes calmly and started to eat.

"Fudge did get the old man away. If the plan goes smoothly, we can lure Harry Potter out of Hogwarts without any hindrance." Weiss said vaguely while spitting out grape skins He said: "But I have two worries, which make me feel a little bit stuck."

"Say." Voldemort said casually, rubbing the wand in his hand.

"First, Dumbledore's position. This is still very important. I don't want the old man to come running over halfway through the plan. My original idea was that Fudge would take the old man on the ground, so that we can at least know that the old man is on the surface. Where, will it hinder us." Weiss took a small apple and placed it between the two of them, pointing his finger.

"Second, those few 'baits' that lured Harry Potter. These things were done by your Death Eaters. I don't know what they have done. Regarding their participation, my confidence can be traced from The fire dragon instantly turned into a Flobber caterpillar." Weiss picked up another fist-sized orange and placed it between the two of them, and said with a bitter face.

"Those 'baits' were arranged by me." Voldemort raised his wand after speaking lightly, and with a spell, the oranges were fried to pieces, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"Splash me with orange juice, don't you feel relieved?" Weiss wiped his face and said with a depressed face, then thought for a while and asked: "Can you control Harry Potter's dream? "

"Are you questioning Voldemort?" Voldemort's voice cooled down again.

"Hehe, I don't dare, I just want to make sure that he really knows that there is the Department of Mysteries?" Weiss waved his hands repeatedly and said, "He's not that smart."

"Of course." Voldemort sneered disdainfully: "I have a very useful Death Eater."

"Well, it will start tonight. I just didn't change my clothes, so it looks miserable." Weiss nodded, and stretched out his hand to tug on the wizard robe that was already almost cloth strips: "I'm going out to eat some human food Call me if you need anything, I'll be there soon."

"Speaking of it, Kabrev, did you meet the person you wanted to see during your trip to Hogwarts this time? Is it Granger? Or that girl with black hair? I have to say, your glasses are really an eyesore. "Voldemort suddenly said at the moment when Weiss was about to go out.

"Of course I saw it. Ms. McGonagall is still in very good health." Weiss paused when he heard this, looked back at Voldemort with raised eyebrows, and said with a smile: "As for the glasses, do you want to see them? Ms. Rosmerta But it suits me very well." Weiss took off his glasses and threw them to Voldemort: "But don't break them, this is the first token that a lady gave me when I came to this world !"

"Really, then you have to protect it well..." Voldemort just waved his hand, but didn't take the glasses. The glasses flying in the air returned directly to Wes's hand, and he casually threw them away. He took back the newspaper at the side and read it word by word.

...Night, Malfoy Manor...

"The arrangement here is quite like that." Weiss said, looking at the shelves under the dim light in the room and the flickering glass balls on them, and then looked at Narcissa: "Ms. Narcissa, please get something Animal blood! Sprinkle it casually! Don’t forget the shelf too!”

After Weiss finished speaking, he quickly tore off the bandage on his body, revealing the scar that hadn't fully recovered. After setting it up with Narcissa, he lay in a pool of warm blood in rags and looked sideways at Voldemort : "My intuition tells me that you will definitely take the opportunity to take revenge on me."

"Kablev, that's why I've always said you're a smart man." Voldemort glanced at Wes condescendingly and sneered.

"Hehe." Weiss sat up and turned to look at Narcissa, and threw the stretch bag over: "Ms. Narcissa, if this manor accidentally disappears, then the key in the bag will be used as compensation."

"Mr. Kabrev, if you can, please don't do this." Narcissa took the stretch bag in a hurry and stammered.

"Hehe, my lord Dark Lord, I don't think it's my style to catch him without a fight." Weiss spread his hands at Narcissa to express his helplessness.

"Get out, Narcissa." Voldemort said in a deep voice. Narcissa's breathing was stagnant, but she immediately responded: "Yes, master." After speaking, she moved towards the door with steps that seemed to have lost all her strength.

When there were only the two of them in the room, Weiss looked at Voldemort, with a wand in one hand and a sword in the other: "When will you start performing for him?"

"Cruciatus!" Voldemort didn't reply, but waved his wand directly.

"Cruciatus!" Weiss also raised his hand at the moment Voldemort raised his hand, and the exact same spell was released.

However, the small probability event that the curses collided in the air did not happen. Wess's curse hit Voldemort's body and only made him stagger, but Voldemort's curse made Wess bend down hard. waist, even the heavy sword was loosened by him, and then he kicked.

"I have to say, this spell really depends on the interpreter." Weiss straightened up, moved his neck and made a 'click click' sound.Then he looked up at Voldemort, who had a bloodstain on his face, grinned his big white teeth, and quickly waved his wand: "The sword is flying!" After receiving the flying sword, he played a sword flower very familiarly, Then he took a step forward with his right foot, and put the tip of the sword downward in a defensive posture.

Voldemort was indifferent to Weiss' actions, but stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his cheeks, staring at him for a while with a pair of snake eyes, his eyes were completely cold, and there was no emotion in the raised eyes: "Cabrie Husband, you give me a little surprise every time, Avada Kedavra!"

"Bang!" The Killing Curse hit a pillar of soil emerging from the front of Weiss's toes, and it exploded in an instant, causing gravel to fly and dust to fill the sky.

"Do you know why I don't like the Killing Curse? Because it's too thin and fast, so fast that the caster can't keep up with sudden situations, such as this prepared 'Earth Shock Thunder'..." Wei When Weiss hid behind the soil pillar and was about to continue to say something, the soil pillar quickly turned into a giant python, aiming at Weiss and biting it on the head.

And with the movement of the giant python, a strong wind blew away the dust in the house, and at the same time, Weiss couldn't open his eyes.

There was a crisp sound of "Dang".

Even with his eyes closed, Weiss still aimed at the head of the giant snake, and slashed down with a sword. At the same time, accompanied by a male voice, a spell was released along the direction of the blade: "Bones to pieces!" The entire giant python hit by the Wyss curse suddenly stopped moving, and instantly turned into huge boulders that fell from the sky, blocking the vision of both of them a lot.

"Gamp learned the basic transformation rules well." Voldemort's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of surprise in his tone, after speaking, he began to wave his wand, controlling huge stones to smash in the direction of Wess.

But Weiss was silent there, as if he was a little out of strength because of the bewilderment just now or the use of huge magic power to release the 'crushing curse' just now, and was buried by the boulder without any response.

When Voldemort smashed the fourth boulder, his eyebrows frowned fiercely. He quickly set up several defensive barriers in front of him, and then swung his wand vigorously. The few boulders disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, he found that his eyes were filled with a blue-white dazzling light, which was constantly vibrating violently in the hands of Weiss, who was leaning against the boulder.

With the streaks of blood on his forehead, Weiss still smiled, and then he touched his lips lightly: "Broken spirit crack." He pushed out the blue and white magic group that was shining in the middle of his hands, and the magic group instantly became A thick light rushed towards Voldemort who was flying back while waving his wand at a high speed, and the defensive barrier set up by Voldemort was like paper paste, which could be broken with one blow.

Because the blue-white light was too dazzling, Voldemort had to squint his eyes, and swung his wand at the fastest speed as if instinctively. Five earthen walls rose out of thin air in front of him on the path of his retreat.

The blue-white light broke through the five earth walls like a bamboo, and disappeared the moment it was about to hit Voldemort. This change made Voldemort's originally gloomy face suddenly become surprised, and in the vision full of light, The moment he recovered, he found that Weiss had already rushed to his side with staggering steps, twisting his waist, turning his body, raising his arms, and raising his sword in a serious manner, all in one go, fast and concise, with a sudden chill.

"Unarmed!" This was the first time Voldemort chanted it out loud except for the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse, and what he chanted aloud released only the magic that a second-year wizard could release.

Dangerous and dangerous, at the moment when the sword was approaching, the curse hit Weiss' arm first, and Weiss' arm was instantly shaken away, and the tightly held sword also fell naturally, but Weiss seemed to be I didn't notice it, and I still turned around, twisted my waist and... raised my legs on my own!The heavy kick kicked out at a swift speed like a long whip with the sound of piercing the air!

"Boom!" In an instant, Voldemort was kicked away violently.

With the movement of turning his body, Weiss bent down to pick up the fallen sword, kicked his foot on the ground, and headed towards the hole made by Voldemort like a sharp arrow off the string.

A strange yellow light lit up from the hole created by Voldemort, and hit Wes in an instant.

Weiss was taken aback by this tricky spell, rubbing the yellow light, he abruptly stopped his progress and dodged to the side. Just as he stood firm, he was in the short gap when there was no second spell. Fly backwards.

At this time Voldemort also stood up, with an arm hanging at his side at a strange angle, his eyes were bright red, he held up his wand frantically, and cast spells on Wes without stopping.

The spells of various colors make Weiss's face colorful.

"Not only the eyes, but also the body has been transformed? Continuously release spells of different attributes...This is something only monsters can do..." Weiss shrank in a pile of boulders before, tore off the wizard robe and looked at the right shoulder of the wizard robe The traces of corrosion on it were in a daze, listening to the bursts of explosions behind him with ears pricked up, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he murmured to himself in a low voice with a bitter face: "My intuition tells me that if I use an Animagus to carry it hard, I will be a target." ... Yan Killing Heilongbo can't be used, it can't kill him completely..."

"Kablev! Get out! I'm going to skin you and cramp you!" Voldemort's roar echoed in the confined space, causing Wes' ears to hurt from the shock.

"This man, is he crazy? He even forgot his purpose?" Weiss scratched his head, thought for a while and responded loudly: "Voldemort! I won't tell you the location of the prophecy ball!"

Weiss obviously felt that the frequency of the release of the spell behind him had suddenly weakened, and at the same time Voldemort sneered: "Kabrev! I will find it myself!"

Wes chuckled, and then there was silence.

Voldemort also seemed to have lost his interest in bombarding because of this sudden conversation, perhaps because of the impact of the 'spiritual crack' just now, he began to raise his wand to disappear pieces of unsightly rocks into nothingness.

And as the rocks disappeared piece by piece, Weiss' voice became more obvious, but the language was not the English that Voldemort was familiar with: "...The Princess of Steel also erodes, and the clay puppet also collapses; assemble! Against the enemy! The ground makes him know that he is powerless..." At the moment when the last block of rock disappeared, Weiss's chant seemed to have come to an end, and his voice became louder and louder: "Ninety of the broken way! Black coffin!"

At this time, Weiss put one hand on the other arm that was raised flat, his hands were even trembling all over his body, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and blood was flowing from his nostrils and lips, but he was still smiling.

With a ferocious and rampant smile, combined with his blood-red pupils, he looked extremely strange in this dark room.

Time seemed to have stopped, at least the time around Voldemort's body, because for just a split second, Voldemort's wand-waving arm remained in that motion, and his eyes didn't have time to look away, but his surroundings were sure. Indeed, four pitch-black barriers appeared to firmly surround him.The barrier was extending upwards rapidly, and when the ceiling above the head was easily broken like tofu, the black barrier gathered up automatically as if the magic power was insufficient to form a pitch-black 'ceiling'.And at the moment of gathering, the fluctuation of the magic power containing killing intent became more and more violent. At this moment, panic slowly appeared on Voldemort's face. Just as he was about to wave his wand, the black barrier around him faded away like a tide, and his With the sound of breaking glass, Weiss's frivolous and weak words came: "Oh, the only broken way that I learned, but it failed..."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

...Hogwarts...

"Wes!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, the loud voice shocked all the sleeping roommates in the dormitory.

"Harry! What's the matter?" Ron quickly lifted Harry's red curtain, screamed and poked his head in. Within a second, his voice became frightened, and he quickly turned back and shouted to his roommate: "Neville! Help me carry Harry to Madam Pomfrey! He's passed out!"

"Okay...Okay! I'll come right away!" Ron's panic seemed to have frightened several people in the same dormitory, including Neville. When he lifted the curtain and went in to help, he knew why Ron was so Horror: Harry was drenched as if he had just come out of the water. The veins on the skin exposed under the pajamas were bulging, which looked extraordinarily terrifying, and the exposed skin of the whole person looked unusually fiery red.

"It's hot!" Neville exclaimed the moment he reached out to touch it.

"Pick up the sheet! Hurry up! Seamodian! Help me!" Ron roared with heavy breathing.

...The next day, the school hospital...

"I almost thought you were familiar when I sent you here." Ron stretched out his hand and waved in front of Harry, who looked very confused after waking up: "What happened to you?"

"Or, what did you dream about?" Hermione frowned and hugged a book: "I heard you yelled Wes's name before you fainted?"

"Wes?" Harry was obviously still in a daze, but in an instant he came back to his senses, and said with a look of horror, "Yes! I saw Wes and..." At this point, he stopped and turned After looking around for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "I'm dueling with that person!"

"What!" Ron exclaimed all of a sudden. Fortunately, there were not many people in the school hospital.

"Didn't you say last time that your Occlumency has been trained well?" Hermione frowned and looked directly at Harry.

"Hermione! Now is not the time to care about Occlumency!" Harry interrupted Hermione irritably, sat cross-legged and grabbed his head with both hands: "They are dueling! Do you understand the duel! Wes lost !He was hit by the Cruciatus Curse!"

Harry clearly heard Hermione's breathing became heavy, but she still said in a very flat tone: "Oh? Can you repeat what you saw, can you?"

"I was already in that room when I realized it, and Wes was in front of me..." Harry closed his eyes and slowly narrated, stammering in the middle, obviously he couldn't explain clearly in some situations Chu.

"...Hoo." After listening, Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, slightly loosened some crumpled books, closed her eyes and sat on the stool next to Harry's bed without saying a word.

"What's that magic? It's dark all around?" But Ron was interested in the last spell Harry narrated.

"It seems to read as 'black coffin'." Harry repeated a word he didn't quite understand in a strange tone.

"That's cool! Can you kill that person if you succeed?" Ron said in an excited voice that seemed irrepressible.

"Did you tell Professor McGonagall?" Hermione opened her eyes at this moment, but there was no trace of worry in her bright eyes.

"It's too late, but we should save him now instead of telling Professor McGonagall!" Harry patted the hospital bed and glared at Hermione.

"The time Wes came back, did you understand what he meant?" Hermione still spoke slowly, and before Harry could answer, she continued on her own: "What he meant was that we were too weak." gone."

"..." Harry fell silent, looking at the position he was in, he vaguely remembered that he was lying here some time ago.

"You really think so?" Ron squinted at Hermione.

"... Even if he is facing... Voldemort, I firmly believe that he is still alive." Hermione was silent for a while, gritted her teeth and repeated in an extremely firm tone, and repeated it again and again: "He Must be alive!"

"Hermione..." Ron was silent for a while before speaking slowly, but was interrupted by the girl's quick words.

"He still released the 'Black Coffin' after using the spell called 'Spirit Break', which means that he has not lost his magic power, he... sure! Yes! He must still be safe. And Ron, We need to go to a meeting, the prefect meeting, have you forgotten?" Hermione had already stood up, straightened her clothes, looked at Harry, and said in a serious tone: "Harry, I hope you can tell Professor McGonagall, through her, told members of the Order what Wythe called the 'Prophecy Ball'."

"Hmm." Harry's muffled voice sounded, and then he lay down, covering his whole head with a white quilt.

...Malfoy Manor...

"It seems that I overestimated my own position in Harry Potter's heart." Weiss ate something frantically and said vaguely.

"..." Voldemort was sullen, without saying a word.

"After a while, maybe he will tell those wizards of the Order of the Phoenix to use you... No, I can't use you, it's not realistic. At that time, we will use 'Sirius' as bait." Weiss swallowed Steak frowned and said, "At that time, I will lead the team with Barty Jr., lead them away, and entangle them there."

"Kablev, what is the success rate of the last spell?" Voldemort's extremely serious voice sounded.

"If I want to, I can." Weiss said, looking at the wand in Voldemort's hand.

"That's quite arrogant, Kabrev." Voldemort said sullenly, tapping his fingers on the table.

"That magic is nothing, it takes so long to sing, and the attack range is the same as what you see, just the size of a person..." Weiss waved his hands and said: "And my current body needs to pay a 'price' to use it, you are not Did you see me spitting blood?"

"It's just blood spurting." Voldemort still had a gloomy face.

"That's because I finished it early." Weiss ignored Voldemort's tone, forked another piece of meat, and slowly sliced ​​and ate.

"What is it like after activation?" Voldemort asked thoroughly.

"I remember that a few swords would appear and cut you all the time. You couldn't see it at that time, so it was not easy to defend." Weiss scratched his head and rolled his eyes recalling.

"Iron Armor Curse, Obstacle Curse, Transfiguration?" Voldemort's expression brightened instantly.

"Well, it can be stopped." Weiss pondered for a while and nodded, "I'll copy the spell for you after dinner."

"Oh, no need." Voldemort sneered, stood up and left the table.

"Well, it's just a few swords, it's easy." Weiss also watched Voldemort leave with a smile.

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