Chapter 844 The Experiment Was a Great Success
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Yan Shan Hu Po
Chapter 844 The Experiment Was a Great Success
Chapter 845 The experiment was a big success
If this passage was replaced by Grindelwald's words, then Bell might really kneel down.But from Voldemort's mouth...
Sorry, ugly rejection!
Ahem, mainly Voldemort, what he did and what he said were completely different things.Even Ron over there knows...
'Hey!Neville!What is your expression!Give me a little sober! '
Rubbing his temples, Bell was really worried about the future of the Longbottom family.
"How about it? Come and follow me, the future of the wizarding world needs you!"
Seeing Bell looking left and right but not speaking, Voldemort suppressed his anger and spoke kindly again.
"Well...then what..."
"Bell! Don't believe Voldemort's nonsense! He is a complete villain!"
Pressing his hand, Bell signaled Mr. Arthur not to get too excited.Emotional agitation can easily lead to hair loss.
"What I want to say is..."
'Swipe~! '
The bright crescent moon rises from the ground and disappears in an instant, leaving only beautiful and bright ice crystal stardust, which is dazzling.
"...Before recruiting people next time, ask the other party's name first, so that it will appear more sincere."
"Ah——! Damn kid! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to skin you and cramp you!"
Voldemort clutched his shoulders, the pain of his soul being torn apart made him wish he could lie on the ground and roll.
He managed to get rid of the ice on his right arm, and within 2 minutes of regaining consciousness, his 'little right' left him completely, collapsed into a handful of black mist, and was sucked into the evil magic sword , so that he couldn't do it even if he wanted to take it back.
"How is it, Harry? How do you feel now?"
Bell looked back at Harry.
"Uh... very, very good, but I feel a little cold in the brain."
Harry decided that when he got back, even if it was a desperate remonstrance, he must persuade Ron to stay away from Hermione and stop teasing Bell.
This guy is too dangerous!Sure enough, the many rumors circulating in Hogwarts are not groundless!
"Really? Is there no more intense reaction? For example, dizziness, nausea and so on."
"No, really not. If I have to say it, I just want to sleep."
After perceiving his own situation again, Harry said honestly.
"Come here, stand closer, and let me take a good look.
Hmm... It's really nothing. It seems that the situation is better than I expected, so the problem is simple.
Come back to me, don't run around! "
The last words were addressed to Voldemort.
It turned out that after Bell shot, seeing that nothing could be done, Voldemort decided to make a last-ditch attempt to break out and run.
Voldemort's soul suddenly exploded into a dense black mist, and the bright rising sun above his head could not penetrate even a sliver of the black mist.
In this regard, Bell said: "Can't you be a little new?" He stretched out his hand, and a giant hand composed of magic power scooped up all the black mist in his palm.
As Bell's fingers closed, the magic giant hand also clenched simultaneously.The black mist was squeezed, and angry roars came out from the mist, but it was useless.In just a few seconds, the black mist reunited as if it had been retroactively applied to time, and returned to Voldemort's ugly appearance.
Then, Bell rolled his hands and pressed down, heavy pressure fell from the sky, just like the Tathagata Buddha suppressed a monkey grandson, pressing Voldemort to the ground, no matter how much he struggled and roared, he couldn't move even a single finger.
"... Where did I just say?"
As he spoke, Bell gave Voldemort a vicious look.
This guy, if he hadn't sucked a lot of magic power from Harry's body before, his fighting power might be worse than that of a dog.
(Sirius Black: 'What the hell!')
So it’s not good to just accept your fate and wait for death, why do you have to dance?It made him forget the words.
"You said that the situation is better than you expected, and then the problem is simple."
Harry reminded cautiously.
At the same time, he kept sneaking glances at Voldemort not far away.Inexplicably, he suddenly felt that the other party's figure was a bit bleak and desolate.
Then thinking that just a few minutes ago, he was still oppressed by the opponent, almost defeated, Harry silently took another two steps away from Bell.
"That's right! That's it! Harry, I'm going to take a slightly more aggressive approach next time. You should be mentally prepared and tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable anywhere."
That being said, Bell didn't give Harry any time to prepare mentally.Before the words fell, he threw [Frostmourne] out, nailing Voldemort to the ground with precision.
"Ugh—!"
There was an even more mournful scream than before, and the onlookers felt as if a needle had been inserted into their brains through their ear holes, so they couldn't help covering their ears and took two steps back.
Looking up, I saw that the evil long sword was exuding terrifying suction, and Voldemort's figure began to twist, being sucked into the sword bit by bit.
"How? How are you feeling now?"
Bell looked at Harry again.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone seemed to hear a sense of eagerness from Bell's voice.
"I feel... I feel a sense of distortion, my chest is uncomfortable, and I feel a little nauseous."
Harry clutched his chest hard, describing his true feelings truthfully.
"Well...it's okay, it's just an illusion, your body itself hasn't been affected in any way."
With that said, Bell waved a wave of magic power into [Frostmourne], and the suction on the sword immediately increased by another level.
"Well!"
The sudden increased sense of distortion made Harry fall to his knees.He tried hard to endure the churning stomach, not to let himself vomit.
After staring at Harry's body for a while, Bell repeated his old trick, another wave of magic entered, and the suction increased again.
In this way, Bell increased the power of [Frostmourne] several times in a short period of time, until Harry couldn't bear it completely, and the sensory distortion began to affect the soul body itself, so he stopped the experiment.
"Very well, Harry, I now have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?"
This experiment has officially come to an end, and Bell, who has harvested a wealth of experimental data, is in a very comfortable mood at this time.
"Good, good!"
Harry was panting violently.
As early as a few minutes ago, he couldn't help but started to vomit.To say that the only thing that made him feel a little bit relieved was that he was not able to spit out anything, which was somewhat of a decency.
Now, he is even more eager to hear some good news to appease his dizzy brain.
"The good news is that the operation was very successful, beyond expectations. So you can live on in good health."
Bell happily patted Harry on the shoulder.
"V-Where's Voldemort?"
Harry didn't get carried away just because he heard that he was safe. He always kept in mind that his real purpose was to kill Voldemort completely.
"Of course it's dead."
At this time, most of Voldemort's soul had been sucked into [Frostmourne]. Even if Bell showed mercy now and let Voldemort run away, Voldemort's soul would not last for a few hours before it would completely dissipate.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 845 The experiment was a big success
If this passage was replaced by Grindelwald's words, then Bell might really kneel down.But from Voldemort's mouth...
Sorry, ugly rejection!
Ahem, mainly Voldemort, what he did and what he said were completely different things.Even Ron over there knows...
'Hey!Neville!What is your expression!Give me a little sober! '
Rubbing his temples, Bell was really worried about the future of the Longbottom family.
"How about it? Come and follow me, the future of the wizarding world needs you!"
Seeing Bell looking left and right but not speaking, Voldemort suppressed his anger and spoke kindly again.
"Well...then what..."
"Bell! Don't believe Voldemort's nonsense! He is a complete villain!"
Pressing his hand, Bell signaled Mr. Arthur not to get too excited.Emotional agitation can easily lead to hair loss.
"What I want to say is..."
'Swipe~! '
The bright crescent moon rises from the ground and disappears in an instant, leaving only beautiful and bright ice crystal stardust, which is dazzling.
"...Before recruiting people next time, ask the other party's name first, so that it will appear more sincere."
"Ah——! Damn kid! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to skin you and cramp you!"
Voldemort clutched his shoulders, the pain of his soul being torn apart made him wish he could lie on the ground and roll.
He managed to get rid of the ice on his right arm, and within 2 minutes of regaining consciousness, his 'little right' left him completely, collapsed into a handful of black mist, and was sucked into the evil magic sword , so that he couldn't do it even if he wanted to take it back.
"How is it, Harry? How do you feel now?"
Bell looked back at Harry.
"Uh... very, very good, but I feel a little cold in the brain."
Harry decided that when he got back, even if it was a desperate remonstrance, he must persuade Ron to stay away from Hermione and stop teasing Bell.
This guy is too dangerous!Sure enough, the many rumors circulating in Hogwarts are not groundless!
"Really? Is there no more intense reaction? For example, dizziness, nausea and so on."
"No, really not. If I have to say it, I just want to sleep."
After perceiving his own situation again, Harry said honestly.
"Come here, stand closer, and let me take a good look.
Hmm... It's really nothing. It seems that the situation is better than I expected, so the problem is simple.
Come back to me, don't run around! "
The last words were addressed to Voldemort.
It turned out that after Bell shot, seeing that nothing could be done, Voldemort decided to make a last-ditch attempt to break out and run.
Voldemort's soul suddenly exploded into a dense black mist, and the bright rising sun above his head could not penetrate even a sliver of the black mist.
In this regard, Bell said: "Can't you be a little new?" He stretched out his hand, and a giant hand composed of magic power scooped up all the black mist in his palm.
As Bell's fingers closed, the magic giant hand also clenched simultaneously.The black mist was squeezed, and angry roars came out from the mist, but it was useless.In just a few seconds, the black mist reunited as if it had been retroactively applied to time, and returned to Voldemort's ugly appearance.
Then, Bell rolled his hands and pressed down, heavy pressure fell from the sky, just like the Tathagata Buddha suppressed a monkey grandson, pressing Voldemort to the ground, no matter how much he struggled and roared, he couldn't move even a single finger.
"... Where did I just say?"
As he spoke, Bell gave Voldemort a vicious look.
This guy, if he hadn't sucked a lot of magic power from Harry's body before, his fighting power might be worse than that of a dog.
(Sirius Black: 'What the hell!')
So it’s not good to just accept your fate and wait for death, why do you have to dance?It made him forget the words.
"You said that the situation is better than you expected, and then the problem is simple."
Harry reminded cautiously.
At the same time, he kept sneaking glances at Voldemort not far away.Inexplicably, he suddenly felt that the other party's figure was a bit bleak and desolate.
Then thinking that just a few minutes ago, he was still oppressed by the opponent, almost defeated, Harry silently took another two steps away from Bell.
"That's right! That's it! Harry, I'm going to take a slightly more aggressive approach next time. You should be mentally prepared and tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable anywhere."
That being said, Bell didn't give Harry any time to prepare mentally.Before the words fell, he threw [Frostmourne] out, nailing Voldemort to the ground with precision.
"Ugh—!"
There was an even more mournful scream than before, and the onlookers felt as if a needle had been inserted into their brains through their ear holes, so they couldn't help covering their ears and took two steps back.
Looking up, I saw that the evil long sword was exuding terrifying suction, and Voldemort's figure began to twist, being sucked into the sword bit by bit.
"How? How are you feeling now?"
Bell looked at Harry again.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone seemed to hear a sense of eagerness from Bell's voice.
"I feel... I feel a sense of distortion, my chest is uncomfortable, and I feel a little nauseous."
Harry clutched his chest hard, describing his true feelings truthfully.
"Well...it's okay, it's just an illusion, your body itself hasn't been affected in any way."
With that said, Bell waved a wave of magic power into [Frostmourne], and the suction on the sword immediately increased by another level.
"Well!"
The sudden increased sense of distortion made Harry fall to his knees.He tried hard to endure the churning stomach, not to let himself vomit.
After staring at Harry's body for a while, Bell repeated his old trick, another wave of magic entered, and the suction increased again.
In this way, Bell increased the power of [Frostmourne] several times in a short period of time, until Harry couldn't bear it completely, and the sensory distortion began to affect the soul body itself, so he stopped the experiment.
"Very well, Harry, I now have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?"
This experiment has officially come to an end, and Bell, who has harvested a wealth of experimental data, is in a very comfortable mood at this time.
"Good, good!"
Harry was panting violently.
As early as a few minutes ago, he couldn't help but started to vomit.To say that the only thing that made him feel a little bit relieved was that he was not able to spit out anything, which was somewhat of a decency.
Now, he is even more eager to hear some good news to appease his dizzy brain.
"The good news is that the operation was very successful, beyond expectations. So you can live on in good health."
Bell happily patted Harry on the shoulder.
"V-Where's Voldemort?"
Harry didn't get carried away just because he heard that he was safe. He always kept in mind that his real purpose was to kill Voldemort completely.
"Of course it's dead."
At this time, most of Voldemort's soul had been sucked into [Frostmourne]. Even if Bell showed mercy now and let Voldemort run away, Voldemort's soul would not last for a few hours before it would completely dissipate.
(End of this chapter)
