Chapter 138 Three Fights Against Voldemort (3)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 138 Three Attacks on Voldemort (Part [-])
Voldemort did not immediately attack the McGuffin and Harry, who was unconscious.Instead, he picked up Quirrell's wand, waved it, and then looked at his fingers. The five fingers were moving flexibly, stroking the wand.
"It's been a long time since I felt this way...Although it will only last for a short time...Having a physical body, the taste of magic power..." Voldemort took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to McGuffin.
"Quirrell is so useless... I still need to do it myself... I'm afraid this guy's body will collapse soon." Voldemort said ruthlessly, "But... I will soon have a young, talented body... It's your body... Albert, through you I can use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect and make a comeback... Stronger and more terrifying than before..."
"Well, why can't you let us save each other... if you cooperate...you will suffer less..."
McGuffin hurriedly looked to see if there was anything on his [system] that could deal with Voldemort.
——It's a pity that although McGuffin's mastery of magic far exceeds that of a young wizard of his age, Hogwarts is very cautious about teaching those powerful and dangerous spells, or Transfiguration. Right now, McGuffin can't find a suitable spell to deal with Voldemort.
As for those ancient magic and dark witchcraft, needless to say... Voldemort is more proficient, and he has extremely rich experience in magical combat...
Damn it!Why isn't Dumbledore here...
Watching the little wizard on the opposite side raised his wand to his chest, ready to carry it to the end.
Voldemort sneered, "Stupid! MacGuffin Albert! You really can't see the situation clearly...I thought you could be smarter and make wise choices when you know you are facing an invincible opponent...Did I think highly of you?...Let me teach you a last lesson?!...When facing an opponent stronger and crueler than yourself, it is a wise choice to remain subdued...Otherwise you will suffer far more terrible things than you imagined. "
The two shouted almost simultaneously:
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"Turn a stone into gold!"
(McGuffin still decided to take a gamble, this new skill, the state of [Magic Burst] just now, gave him a little more confidence in this new skill)
A bloody light shot out from Voldemort's wand, and at the same time, a golden light shot out from McGuffin's wand—the two lights met in midair, sparks splashed like swords colliding, sprinkled in midair, fell to the ground, and even sizzled—a sound similar to electric sparks.
The bloody light from Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse gradually suppressed the golden light he emitted, and squeezed it bit by bit, attacking him.
McGuffin knew that he had to fight with his back, and determined the outcome on this move.
He injected all his remaining talent points into the talent [Magic Burst] at this moment.
In an instant, his brain seemed to be penetrated, and his magical talent reached an unprecedented level...
McGuffin can feel how all the magic power in his body interacts and reflects with the wand in his hand. He can clearly know how the magic power flows around the air to form a spell. He can even sense the surge of the ominous and evil magic power attached to Quirrell by Voldemort. He can understand how Harry and Voldemort have some unknown magic power connection through the soul fragment [Horcrux]...
This made McGuffin feel that as long as he waved his magic wand, there was almost nothing he couldn't achieve...
He was addicted to this feeling of omnipotence, and his sense of self-confidence was overwhelming... It was not until his wand trembled and became hot that McGuffin woke up, and the bloody light of [Crucio Curse] had come before his eyes...
McGuffin quickly clenched his wand with both hands, and mobilized all his magic power to shoot.
The golden light turned into lightning, and the blood light of the [Crucio Curse] was suddenly scattered, rushing towards Voldemort.
In the middle of the room, golden lightning, accompanied by a roar ten times stronger than before, was connected between the wands of the two.
As the thunderbolt hit, Quirrell's wand turned into gold, and gradually moved towards arms, arms, chest... except for his head, his whole body turned into gold.
——Maintaining the posture of holding the magic wand, it turned into a lifelike golden statue just like that.
Voldemort screamed in disbelief, "That's impossible! . . . how? . . . "
He used all the magic power squeezed from Quirrell to form a cloud of black mist on the neck to support it, preventing the spread and effect of the magic spell of [Tianshichengjin].
——Golden light invaded Voldemort's position little by little, and it seemed that he would not be able to hold on any longer.
His red eyes glared at the MacGuffin in horror, gleaming with vicious blood, and finally began to murmur words, like some kind of charm.
McGuffin clearly sensed the drastic change in Voldemort's dark and evil magic power, rapidly expanding and becoming stronger, not so weak and rotten...
The situation is not good!
——It seems that this [Tianshichengjin] is useless. (You can't turn shadow and steam into gold)
Anyway, he couldn't hold on anymore, so he shook his wand hard, and the golden lightning-like light broke.
He put his hands on his knees and took a few breaths.
At the same time, as the spell was finished, Voldemort's head, or the head that originally belonged to Quirrell, began to collapse, turning into black-gray soil and ashes scattered.
Finally—with a coax, his head exploded like a firework, spraying and splattering, and finally condensed into a cloud of black mist and smoke in mid-air, with two red blood spots, just like the first time Voldemort saw it on the night of Halloween when McGuffin saw it.
"MacGuffin Albert! You can't escape...you are mine..."
'Black Mist' roared and rushed towards him with a shrill cry.
—Look, here comes 'Frieza'!
By virtue of the fact that McGuffin is still in the state of deep self-communication with magic power, he knows exactly what he should do.
It was as if the magic had told him everything.
Magic has a taste...
He can clearly feel now——
Whether it's the smell of Voldemort's body that smells like rotten deposits in the Black Forest, Harry's smell of dark chocolate that has fallen on the ground, or the mysterious and blazing magic of the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, which can't be looked directly at, can't be explored...
And the magic wand made of [Thestral·Yew Wood] in his hand - it smelled like sea waves, boundless, endless, never-ending, cold and hard.
He swung his wand, and at the same time, Harry's wand rose from the ground, exactly as he had done to the troll on Halloween night.
(The pattern of [Skill: War Magic] began to appear on the system)
He swiped down in midair with his wand. At first, a blue ripple emerged from the wand, and then waves began to sway like waves on a lake. When this ripple touched Harry's wand, which was also slid in midair.
The sound of the waves began to reverberate throughout the room at the same time, and in the space where the two magic wands passed, there appeared a crack emitting a dark blue dazzling light, like a shattered mirror.
These two cracks attract each other, merge with each other, and form an oval portal with a smooth and rounded border. Inside is a black mirror surface with ripples rippling in circles. It is completely black and looks like a black hole that absorbs all light. Moreover, McGuffin can feel the void inside, and nothingness has another completely different space and world.
At the same time, just like when I just got the wand from Ollivander when I was in school, time almost started to stand still... The black mist that Voldemort attacked stopped in front of McGuffin's eyes, and the magic flames that were swaying and dancing in the surrounding walls were also changing very slowly...
Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black mirror began to shake violently, 'water splashes' splashed everywhere, and like a fountain, it began to spray out thick black oily liquid one after another... as if something was hitting the mirror from the other side and was about to break in.
—Give me a magic to drive away Voldemort!
This is the idea and will of McGuffin to cast magic just now, but the magic power responded to McGuffin's wish. Such a vague and extremely chaotic magic was successfully released from McGuffin's wand.
The black mirror turned into fragments and disappeared, and what appeared was a familiar yet unfamiliar monster.
——Like a horse but not a horse, tall, skinny, black all over, with wings running behind his back.
— like thestrals.
The difference from the description in the book is that its whole body is translucent, and the bones in its original body are even more clearly visible. The face that was originally a dragon's head was burning with black flames, and gushing out from its eye sockets, as if it were the hellish skeleton knight in imagination.
It made a strange sound... From another place, another world responded to the call of McGuffin. The surface of its body was burning with black flames, and four hoofprints appeared continuously, leaving black scorched marks on the stone ground.
Coming towards the McGuffin.
This head... let's call it a Thestral for now!
It came to McGuffin and slowed down. The black flames all over his body had already dispelled Voldemort's burning, and he was far away from McGuffin...
Then it will be full of black flames (where the original pupils and eyeballs were), and it will start to look closely at the McGuffin...
This made McGuffin's Adam's apple jump up and down, and he finally knew why [Ancient Magic] was now banned by the Ministry of Magic.
— because you never know what's going to come up.
——This shit looks more dangerous than Voldemort!
"I always feel that it didn't come for me to expel Voldemort... It seems that it came here specifically to find me... What is the original description of the Thestrals in the book?...Is that so? It doesn't feel like it?..."
"Egg! It seems that there is no such number... By the way, this is when I was holding the wand, and this scene has happened before... I said why that old fox Ollivander was sneaky at the beginning, and he didn't understand what he said. It turns out that he already knew about such a thing!"
When McGuffin was thinking about it.
The Thestral lowered its flaming translucent head, took two steps closer, and rubbed its body against the MacGuffin.
——The black flame didn't burn the MacGuffin into ashes... Instead, he felt a cold feeling, not the feeling of being frozen physically, but a feeling of thinking, the feeling of freezing deep in his heart and soul.At that moment, he could almost only feel the eternity, the never-ending... That kind of feeling can't be described in words, his brain seems to be full of this feeling, this kind of law, and he can't think about other things. .
When McGuffin was addicted to that feeling, the 'Thestral' roared and woke him up.
Then there was that blue crack in the air again, and the sound of the waves coming from it seemed to have a rhythm, and it became more and more urgent...
Meguffin's mind flickered with events from his previous life.
Family, colleagues, friends, ... the way they used to live.
Obviously I can't go back...
Obviously decided to survive as a MacGuffin...
Although these memories were beautiful, he had no way to go back... This tormented him, and made McGuffin regret that he didn't cherish everything he had at the time.
Memories, even without [Occlumency], were locked deep in the brain by McGuffin long ago, and he didn't want to recall them, but now they all flooded into his mind.
The closer he was to the flame, the more pain he felt in his heart, and the more clearly he recalled the past that was gradually blurring in his mind, and tears gradually blurred his eyes... His identity in the previous life, everything... He couldn't help but want to get closer, and to see those things that he missed more clearly.
But when the MacGuffin touched the flames above the Thestral's head with trembling fingers, it was gone...
Or it should be said that it turned into scattered and flying blue fluorescent light, and disappeared through the crack.
McGuffin immediately used [Occlumency] to seal his sad memories deep in his brain, a sense of detachment completely isolated his emotions.He took his wand and stepped back away from where he was far away.
Because he knows that time will return to its original state soon, which also means...
"Do not……"
Voldemort's hoarse scream came immediately, and the black mist he turned into faded and collapsed in an instant... When he retreated into the darkness, hoarse screams came from it.
"I curse you MacGuffin...become a snake forever..."
McGuffin immediately found that the familiar black scales began to appear on his body skin.
——The 【Blood Curse】was activated.
"Are you going to fall into this kind of forbidden place? Or are you going to start the process teaching of the Alien Beast Flow [The Calamity of the Python] and [Greedy Snake]?"
If this is the end of the story... can I, McGuffin, shout to the sky...
"Voldemort... labor and capital will never end with you, sooner or later I will... kill you...!"
"kill you!"
Convex (fuck dish)
But it's a blessing in disguise, Murphy's Law.
When you step on dog poop, there's bound to be bird poop on your head.
This sentence is always correct, and what happened next has profoundly verified this truth.
When the McGuffin began to transform, Harry began to rub his head from his ass to the sky, and crawled up. At the same time, the stone corridor boomed, and the corridor that was blocked by Quirrell's twisted and deformed arm began to gradually return to its original shape.
—Dumbledore came in 'just in time'!
Gan! (gan)
These two guys are with Voldemort, right?
This is to play me! ?
What a time!
It was too late for McGuffin to say anything, black scales piled up layer by layer, and his figure was changing rapidly...
How sad! ... This kind of thing can actually become more proficient.
In Harry's unbelievable, Dumbledore's dazed eyes - he quickly turned into a long snake about one meter long, dark and covered with bright silver spots.
In the end, McGuffin could only take advantage of his incomplete transformation and still be able to speak, and turn his profound experience of studying and living at Hogwarts this year into three words to express his "love" to the extreme strong emotion...
"What the hell!!!... (Chinese)"
I'm going, Calvin.
(End of this chapter)
Voldemort did not immediately attack the McGuffin and Harry, who was unconscious.Instead, he picked up Quirrell's wand, waved it, and then looked at his fingers. The five fingers were moving flexibly, stroking the wand.
"It's been a long time since I felt this way...Although it will only last for a short time...Having a physical body, the taste of magic power..." Voldemort took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to McGuffin.
"Quirrell is so useless... I still need to do it myself... I'm afraid this guy's body will collapse soon." Voldemort said ruthlessly, "But... I will soon have a young, talented body... It's your body... Albert, through you I can use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect and make a comeback... Stronger and more terrifying than before..."
"Well, why can't you let us save each other... if you cooperate...you will suffer less..."
McGuffin hurriedly looked to see if there was anything on his [system] that could deal with Voldemort.
——It's a pity that although McGuffin's mastery of magic far exceeds that of a young wizard of his age, Hogwarts is very cautious about teaching those powerful and dangerous spells, or Transfiguration. Right now, McGuffin can't find a suitable spell to deal with Voldemort.
As for those ancient magic and dark witchcraft, needless to say... Voldemort is more proficient, and he has extremely rich experience in magical combat...
Damn it!Why isn't Dumbledore here...
Watching the little wizard on the opposite side raised his wand to his chest, ready to carry it to the end.
Voldemort sneered, "Stupid! MacGuffin Albert! You really can't see the situation clearly...I thought you could be smarter and make wise choices when you know you are facing an invincible opponent...Did I think highly of you?...Let me teach you a last lesson?!...When facing an opponent stronger and crueler than yourself, it is a wise choice to remain subdued...Otherwise you will suffer far more terrible things than you imagined. "
The two shouted almost simultaneously:
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"Turn a stone into gold!"
(McGuffin still decided to take a gamble, this new skill, the state of [Magic Burst] just now, gave him a little more confidence in this new skill)
A bloody light shot out from Voldemort's wand, and at the same time, a golden light shot out from McGuffin's wand—the two lights met in midair, sparks splashed like swords colliding, sprinkled in midair, fell to the ground, and even sizzled—a sound similar to electric sparks.
The bloody light from Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse gradually suppressed the golden light he emitted, and squeezed it bit by bit, attacking him.
McGuffin knew that he had to fight with his back, and determined the outcome on this move.
He injected all his remaining talent points into the talent [Magic Burst] at this moment.
In an instant, his brain seemed to be penetrated, and his magical talent reached an unprecedented level...
McGuffin can feel how all the magic power in his body interacts and reflects with the wand in his hand. He can clearly know how the magic power flows around the air to form a spell. He can even sense the surge of the ominous and evil magic power attached to Quirrell by Voldemort. He can understand how Harry and Voldemort have some unknown magic power connection through the soul fragment [Horcrux]...
This made McGuffin feel that as long as he waved his magic wand, there was almost nothing he couldn't achieve...
He was addicted to this feeling of omnipotence, and his sense of self-confidence was overwhelming... It was not until his wand trembled and became hot that McGuffin woke up, and the bloody light of [Crucio Curse] had come before his eyes...
McGuffin quickly clenched his wand with both hands, and mobilized all his magic power to shoot.
The golden light turned into lightning, and the blood light of the [Crucio Curse] was suddenly scattered, rushing towards Voldemort.
In the middle of the room, golden lightning, accompanied by a roar ten times stronger than before, was connected between the wands of the two.
As the thunderbolt hit, Quirrell's wand turned into gold, and gradually moved towards arms, arms, chest... except for his head, his whole body turned into gold.
——Maintaining the posture of holding the magic wand, it turned into a lifelike golden statue just like that.
Voldemort screamed in disbelief, "That's impossible! . . . how? . . . "
He used all the magic power squeezed from Quirrell to form a cloud of black mist on the neck to support it, preventing the spread and effect of the magic spell of [Tianshichengjin].
——Golden light invaded Voldemort's position little by little, and it seemed that he would not be able to hold on any longer.
His red eyes glared at the MacGuffin in horror, gleaming with vicious blood, and finally began to murmur words, like some kind of charm.
McGuffin clearly sensed the drastic change in Voldemort's dark and evil magic power, rapidly expanding and becoming stronger, not so weak and rotten...
The situation is not good!
——It seems that this [Tianshichengjin] is useless. (You can't turn shadow and steam into gold)
Anyway, he couldn't hold on anymore, so he shook his wand hard, and the golden lightning-like light broke.
He put his hands on his knees and took a few breaths.
At the same time, as the spell was finished, Voldemort's head, or the head that originally belonged to Quirrell, began to collapse, turning into black-gray soil and ashes scattered.
Finally—with a coax, his head exploded like a firework, spraying and splattering, and finally condensed into a cloud of black mist and smoke in mid-air, with two red blood spots, just like the first time Voldemort saw it on the night of Halloween when McGuffin saw it.
"MacGuffin Albert! You can't escape...you are mine..."
'Black Mist' roared and rushed towards him with a shrill cry.
—Look, here comes 'Frieza'!
By virtue of the fact that McGuffin is still in the state of deep self-communication with magic power, he knows exactly what he should do.
It was as if the magic had told him everything.
Magic has a taste...
He can clearly feel now——
Whether it's the smell of Voldemort's body that smells like rotten deposits in the Black Forest, Harry's smell of dark chocolate that has fallen on the ground, or the mysterious and blazing magic of the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, which can't be looked directly at, can't be explored...
And the magic wand made of [Thestral·Yew Wood] in his hand - it smelled like sea waves, boundless, endless, never-ending, cold and hard.
He swung his wand, and at the same time, Harry's wand rose from the ground, exactly as he had done to the troll on Halloween night.
(The pattern of [Skill: War Magic] began to appear on the system)
He swiped down in midair with his wand. At first, a blue ripple emerged from the wand, and then waves began to sway like waves on a lake. When this ripple touched Harry's wand, which was also slid in midair.
The sound of the waves began to reverberate throughout the room at the same time, and in the space where the two magic wands passed, there appeared a crack emitting a dark blue dazzling light, like a shattered mirror.
These two cracks attract each other, merge with each other, and form an oval portal with a smooth and rounded border. Inside is a black mirror surface with ripples rippling in circles. It is completely black and looks like a black hole that absorbs all light. Moreover, McGuffin can feel the void inside, and nothingness has another completely different space and world.
At the same time, just like when I just got the wand from Ollivander when I was in school, time almost started to stand still... The black mist that Voldemort attacked stopped in front of McGuffin's eyes, and the magic flames that were swaying and dancing in the surrounding walls were also changing very slowly...
Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black mirror began to shake violently, 'water splashes' splashed everywhere, and like a fountain, it began to spray out thick black oily liquid one after another... as if something was hitting the mirror from the other side and was about to break in.
—Give me a magic to drive away Voldemort!
This is the idea and will of McGuffin to cast magic just now, but the magic power responded to McGuffin's wish. Such a vague and extremely chaotic magic was successfully released from McGuffin's wand.
The black mirror turned into fragments and disappeared, and what appeared was a familiar yet unfamiliar monster.
——Like a horse but not a horse, tall, skinny, black all over, with wings running behind his back.
— like thestrals.
The difference from the description in the book is that its whole body is translucent, and the bones in its original body are even more clearly visible. The face that was originally a dragon's head was burning with black flames, and gushing out from its eye sockets, as if it were the hellish skeleton knight in imagination.
It made a strange sound... From another place, another world responded to the call of McGuffin. The surface of its body was burning with black flames, and four hoofprints appeared continuously, leaving black scorched marks on the stone ground.
Coming towards the McGuffin.
This head... let's call it a Thestral for now!
It came to McGuffin and slowed down. The black flames all over his body had already dispelled Voldemort's burning, and he was far away from McGuffin...
Then it will be full of black flames (where the original pupils and eyeballs were), and it will start to look closely at the McGuffin...
This made McGuffin's Adam's apple jump up and down, and he finally knew why [Ancient Magic] was now banned by the Ministry of Magic.
— because you never know what's going to come up.
——This shit looks more dangerous than Voldemort!
"I always feel that it didn't come for me to expel Voldemort... It seems that it came here specifically to find me... What is the original description of the Thestrals in the book?...Is that so? It doesn't feel like it?..."
"Egg! It seems that there is no such number... By the way, this is when I was holding the wand, and this scene has happened before... I said why that old fox Ollivander was sneaky at the beginning, and he didn't understand what he said. It turns out that he already knew about such a thing!"
When McGuffin was thinking about it.
The Thestral lowered its flaming translucent head, took two steps closer, and rubbed its body against the MacGuffin.
——The black flame didn't burn the MacGuffin into ashes... Instead, he felt a cold feeling, not the feeling of being frozen physically, but a feeling of thinking, the feeling of freezing deep in his heart and soul.At that moment, he could almost only feel the eternity, the never-ending... That kind of feeling can't be described in words, his brain seems to be full of this feeling, this kind of law, and he can't think about other things. .
When McGuffin was addicted to that feeling, the 'Thestral' roared and woke him up.
Then there was that blue crack in the air again, and the sound of the waves coming from it seemed to have a rhythm, and it became more and more urgent...
Meguffin's mind flickered with events from his previous life.
Family, colleagues, friends, ... the way they used to live.
Obviously I can't go back...
Obviously decided to survive as a MacGuffin...
Although these memories were beautiful, he had no way to go back... This tormented him, and made McGuffin regret that he didn't cherish everything he had at the time.
Memories, even without [Occlumency], were locked deep in the brain by McGuffin long ago, and he didn't want to recall them, but now they all flooded into his mind.
The closer he was to the flame, the more pain he felt in his heart, and the more clearly he recalled the past that was gradually blurring in his mind, and tears gradually blurred his eyes... His identity in the previous life, everything... He couldn't help but want to get closer, and to see those things that he missed more clearly.
But when the MacGuffin touched the flames above the Thestral's head with trembling fingers, it was gone...
Or it should be said that it turned into scattered and flying blue fluorescent light, and disappeared through the crack.
McGuffin immediately used [Occlumency] to seal his sad memories deep in his brain, a sense of detachment completely isolated his emotions.He took his wand and stepped back away from where he was far away.
Because he knows that time will return to its original state soon, which also means...
"Do not……"
Voldemort's hoarse scream came immediately, and the black mist he turned into faded and collapsed in an instant... When he retreated into the darkness, hoarse screams came from it.
"I curse you MacGuffin...become a snake forever..."
McGuffin immediately found that the familiar black scales began to appear on his body skin.
——The 【Blood Curse】was activated.
"Are you going to fall into this kind of forbidden place? Or are you going to start the process teaching of the Alien Beast Flow [The Calamity of the Python] and [Greedy Snake]?"
If this is the end of the story... can I, McGuffin, shout to the sky...
"Voldemort... labor and capital will never end with you, sooner or later I will... kill you...!"
"kill you!"
Convex (fuck dish)
But it's a blessing in disguise, Murphy's Law.
When you step on dog poop, there's bound to be bird poop on your head.
This sentence is always correct, and what happened next has profoundly verified this truth.
When the McGuffin began to transform, Harry began to rub his head from his ass to the sky, and crawled up. At the same time, the stone corridor boomed, and the corridor that was blocked by Quirrell's twisted and deformed arm began to gradually return to its original shape.
—Dumbledore came in 'just in time'!
Gan! (gan)
These two guys are with Voldemort, right?
This is to play me! ?
What a time!
It was too late for McGuffin to say anything, black scales piled up layer by layer, and his figure was changing rapidly...
How sad! ... This kind of thing can actually become more proficient.
In Harry's unbelievable, Dumbledore's dazed eyes - he quickly turned into a long snake about one meter long, dark and covered with bright silver spots.
In the end, McGuffin could only take advantage of his incomplete transformation and still be able to speak, and turn his profound experience of studying and living at Hogwarts this year into three words to express his "love" to the extreme strong emotion...
"What the hell!!!... (Chinese)"
I'm going, Calvin.
(End of this chapter)
