Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Since Voldemort cannot be killed by ordinary means, Ivan is ready to give it a try!

He does not signal that the fierce fire that can burn everything and never extinguish can not destroy this body...

"No!" Voldemort was clearly aware of this, and shouted hoarsely, if he was really pushed into the fire, it would be all over.

The body that had been drained of vitality could no longer squeeze a trace of potential. Voldemort had to use one hand for the price of a certain amount of self-protection.

As the left arm exploded suddenly and the flesh and blood was swallowed by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the shadow of the unicorn made of magic...

This is a contest between magic power and time. Although Ivan nearly doubled his magic power after completing the fusion ritual, it was only doubled compared to the little wizard. The magic power was consumed early in several large-scale consumptions. It can't be too much to squander.

Voldemort’s situation was also half-hearted, a hole was opened in his chest, several ribs were broken, not to mention, it was so miserable that he needed to destroy an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.

It’s fortunate that it’s Chino’s body. Voldemort doesn’t feel distressed at all when he uses it...but he’s still constantly being approached by the unicorn against the burning wall against his chest. Death is only a matter of time...

Under such a stalemate, it was Ivan who was the first to be able to hold on. The repeated adjustments of magic power made his brain groggy, and the cells of his body warned him, if not for the speeding operation of the experience card. Mode, I am afraid I have fainted a long time ago.

After barely maintaining for a while, the unicorn made up of white light and shadow gradually dissipated, and had to rely on the last few strengths to overturn the opponent, causing Voldemort to be hit on the Eris mirror not far away, even with a wand in his hand. Fall aside.

But Voldemort laughed, because he could even clearly see the unwilling color in the red pupils before the shadow of the unicorn dissipated.

"Hahahaha... or I won!"

Voldemort stood up with his only hand propped on his body, picked up the wand on the ground, on his rotten body, two overlapping faces split the corners of his mouth at the same time, and the grim laughter echoed in the wide space. Inside..

just smiled and laughed, Voldemort couldn't laugh, because he found that there was no despair or loss on the face of Ivan opposite...

"Harry, don't pretend to be dead, get me up and muddle his face!" Ivan yelled at Harry who was lying down not far from Voldemort, closing his eyes tightly, like a corpse.

In the previous stalemate, when Ivan's magic power was about to be exhausted, he keenly noticed that Harry's body seemed to have moved, so he immediately changed his thoughts of competing with Voldemort's magic power consumption.

Because Ivan knew very well that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!

In Voldemort's incredulous gaze, Harry Potter, who should have been dead in his cognition, jumped up from the ground and leaped towards him!

In fact, Harry didn't lie on the ground pretending to be dead as Ivan thought, but just couldn't move his whole body before.

After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was dead, and his consciousness fell into a brief coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body to protect him and resist the black mist all the time.

It wasn't until Voldemort recovered all the black mist and concentrated on dealing with Ivan that the power to protect him gradually allowed him to regain certain consciousness and mobility, but his body was still a little numb, and he didn't even open his eyes much. open.

But Harry knew very well in his heart that the battle had reached the most critical time, so he didn't care about his physical weakness, forcibly got up and pressed his hands on Voldemort's grotesque snake face according to Ivan's orders!

The withered snake face felt like a rag with some slippery yellow liquid on it...

The sizzling noise spread from the place where Harry’s palm touched. Voldemort let out a painful wailing. The skin on his face seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron. It was peeled off piece by piece, and he forcefully pulled Harry away. Kicked to the ground, but couldn't stop the body from collapsing...

Harry sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Voldemort's misery, and at the same time looked at his hands in disbelief. He just stepped forward and touched it twice...

Is my hand poisonous...

Harry wondered whether he was happy or depressed...

"Bone to pieces!" Ivan mobilized the last trace of magic, and aimed his wand at Voldemort's gradual collapse...

Sorry, this head belongs to me!

Seeing Voldemort's body burst open, turning into powder and floating in the air, Ivan listened to the system sound in the mind of the listener, and fell to the ground with satisfaction, without a trace of strength...

Voldemort's black soul rushed out of the body turned into dust in the roar, and swept away in the direction of Ivan.

But before touching it, the illusory soul suddenly changed its direction ~www.novelhall.com~ and rushed out of this room.

The next moment, the quiet blue phoenix flew in over the black flames at the door, and a soothing blue gleam bloomed all over the body, wandering and wandering in this room continuously...

Seeing this phoenix, Ivan's heart that had been holding it was finally let go, but I still couldn't help but want to curse...

Dumbledore, you came really in time...

There was a bit of scolding in his heart, but after the spirit was relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions also surged into his heart, Ivan held it hard for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Just as Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded at the entrance.

"All curses are over!"

The black flame blocking the door gradually extinguished, and this magical power even spread to the large interior room.

is a fierce fire that will never go out, and under this kind of power, the fate of disappearing is unavoidable.

"Professor! Quick! Ivan and Harry are inside..." Hermione couldn't bear to rush in when the black flame went out.

Of course, the little witch did not forget to pull Dumbledore by the sleeve and pull him in, while Ron followed behind panting.

The three of them walked into this spacious room, and immediately saw the dilapidated scene inside..

Most of the twelve columns used to support the room were broken, large pieces of rubble were scattered on the ground, and the surrounding walls were scorched and dilapidated. The pits and pits were all traces of damage by powerful curses. A strong smell.

Fighting like this, even Dumbledore did not expect that even though he had seen it through the patron saint before coming in, he still felt a little shocked to see this scene with his own eyes.