Chapter 408 Confrontation
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 408 Confrontation
"Mudblood, you are dying!"
"I want all your blood to be squeezed out..."
"Go! Potter, you are the first to step forward..." Bellatrix yelled frantically, and the angry voice came from under the floor door.
"Bella..." Trevor the Death Eater yelled.
"Soul out of the body!"
"Come up for me, let me see if your friend's cleverness is still working, and see if he is really what you call a 'friend'..."
Half of Harry's head was exposed, and the [Imperius Curse] on him was removed the moment he came out.
It can also be said that he woke up because of a burst of severe pain from his scar.
A feeling of heart palpitations made him stop where he was, and looked up,
I saw the squirming, constantly blending and changing pitch-black sphere.
Harry could feel a part of Voldemort inside,
In the mouth of the sawn abyss... Voldemort's two red pupils are watching all this,
He could feel that Voldemort was now trapped in there, that something terrible and dangerous was going on in that sphere.
Looking directly at this or that sphere makes his scar look like it's about to split open,
Harry felt as if his skull had been sawn open, a very strong sensation - as if something was coming out of his brain, from that scar....
"Just right!"
"You two together...reminds me of our reunion at the Philosopher's Stone two years ago...how touching? Isn't it?"
Voldemort's hoarse, malicious voice sounded.
The gap where the ball splits is getting bigger and bigger.
The black smoke is like sticky candied syrup... On both sides of the black sphere that was split in half, it was constantly torn and connected. Some dry corpses tried to break free from the crack with their empty eye sockets, but then some other skeleton arms pulled them back into the abyss of black mist...
There is an inexplicable red fluorescence blooming inside.
The strange red light flickered along with the two particularly bright red spots in the middle, casting a red shadow on the white mist in the whole room that had dissipated a little more than before.
--call!
--Suck!
Like breathing, the terrifying sound surrounds the ears, the red light and the black mist flicker and expand alternately,
The mass of dementors, that is, the outer layer of the cracked black ball, was approaching Harry and the others, only seventy or eighty inches away from them.
getting closer...
"Stay back, Bellaclitus..."
Voldemort's terrifying roar came from the split 'abyss'.
"Owner!"
Down the stone staircase, behind Harry came the shivering, terrified response of the female Death Eater.
Harry, who doesn't have a wand, can't cast the [Patronus Charm], can only rely on [Occlumency] (trying to maintain hope, recall happy things) to resist the feeling that this thing brings like a dementor (or even worse).
In the distance, there were two unknown couples lying on their sides on the ground, motionless, their faces pale as if they were dead.
Hermione and Ron groaned weakly holding their heads, half kneeling on the ground.
The twins, George and Fred, feebly threw some black robes, or wooden boxes, planks, or wooden chairs into the sky, and smashed them into that strange ball...that crack.
But it didn't help, and he almost fell down and knocked himself down.
Only McGuffin was holding a wand, burning with a layer of translucent black flames all over his body, directing that weird-looking 'black nightmare' to try to attack Voldemort time and time again.
But he also... couldn't hold on anymore.
Harry saw the black scales on McGuffin's body spreading from the neck to the cheeks one by one...
Harry, who had already seen it once, knew that this was a sign of the [Blood Curse] on the McGuffin getting out of control, so he couldn't hold on any longer, and the summoned 'Black Flame Nightmare' was obviously at a disadvantage.
Several dementors guarding Voldemort are besieging the McGuffin, attacking back and forth.
Two giant 'skeleton' hands protruding from the crack are trying to grab the McGuffin on his upper and lower sides (the position of the head and the head).
As if trying to grab him like that... and tear him in two.
The black nightmare opened its sharp mouth full of fangs, and came out of the air with black flames, tearing at the black mist above, and devouring it bit by bit.
But because there were too many things to fight around, he could barely protect McGuffin.
Screams began to ring in Harry's ears, and he felt his head heavy... The fog obscured his vision, and the strange flashes of red light made him unable to think rationally... No, no, he can't pass out now... He must find a way... Find a way to fight...
Those skulls opened their empty eyes and began to drill out of the abyss. The corpses formed by countless black mist slowly opened their 'mouths'... like a deep black hole, breathing air.
--call!
Harry finally understood what the voice was.
It can be too late.
The countless rancid breaths, accompanied by the thick fog that struck again, drowned all of them... He couldn't see clearly what was going on here.
Only McGuffin waved his wand in the mist, and Voldemort's mocking sound.
All this is getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred.
He could barely see the black flame jumping...flying in the mist...
Then, Harry thought he saw a silver light, brighter and brighter... piercing through the fog, and rushing from outside the cellar into the abyss of the chasm where Voldemort was hiding.
Harry was half-kneeling on the stone ladder, and he lifted it up to look at the dazzling fluorescent light, passing through the air, driving away the dementors, and crashing into the black ball with all his might.
Even in the white mist, the ray of light radiating wantonly and penetrating through it was like a flashing light... It dazzled Harry so much that he couldn't open his eyes.
The dull breathing finally disappeared, and the air gradually warmed up.
Voldemort roared in exasperation, becoming clear again.
"Who? Which coward is hiding outside?"
"Bellatrix, come out and watch these brats! Bring Harry to the real me..."
Harry summoned up all his weak strength and held on to block the Death Eaters behind him.
No matter who it is, he still has to fight and contribute...
Harry knew that those Death Eaters would not do anything to him now, so he stretched out his arms and pressed the floor from the side, trying to rely on his body to block the floor door and prevent the Death Eaters from entering the cellar.
"Step aside!"
"Idiot, get out!"
--boom!
Bellatrix eagerly responded to Voldemort's call, and after a few pushes, she lost patience and directly used a spell to blast Harry out of the tunnel door, and then the Death Eaters in the stone staircase jumped out.
Harry flew into the air, and then slammed down on the ground beside him, knocking his head hard. With all his strength, he turned his head and looked forward—there was a figure passing by the door leading to the stairs above, with a strangely familiar appearance.
And the light that made Voldemort so angry was an animal, a tall, horse-like, unicorn-like strange creature, its whole body was glowing with silver light, dispelling all the darkness and coldness around it.
It circled Harry lightly, touching his body back and forth with its hooves.
Every contact made the chill on his body disappear a bit.
But perhaps because of the previous collision, Harry's head became more and more dizzy, and finally he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyelids open.
His head hit the ground again and he passed out.
The mist gradually began to recede, and the stag seemed to have consumed too much because it directly hit the dementor aggregate, and the light from all over its body gradually dimmed. After lightly touching Harry, it turned into a spot of light and disappeared on the spot.
McGuffin tried his best to support his trembling legs, stood up and looked around,
——Everyone fainted, and he knew he couldn't hesitate anymore.
We must take advantage of this opportunity and act immediately.
Voldemort was furious, and focused most of his attention on the wizard hiding outside, but as soon as McGuffin saw the silver light, like the patron saint of stags, he knew it must be 'Harry from the future'.
He understands that now is the best opportunity.
McGuffin ignited his inner anger (all kinds of bottomless pits encountered in Hogwarts over the years, as well as all kinds of anger caused by his own plan being interrupted time and time again), injected it into magic power, into that 'black nightmare'.
call!
With a detonation, the translucent black flames on the bodies of the McGuffin and the black Nightmare soared into the sky and connected together... The Nightmare lowered its head and rushed towards Voldemort...to the gap in the abyss opened by the saw...
The black flames entwined around its body continuously swept over the corpse-like dementors in the black sphere like tentacles, pulled them out one by one and stuffed them directly into the mouth, and swallowed them two or three times.
Voldemort's 'eyes' lit up that dazzling red light again, he roared furiously, and sent the giant skeleton hands that had been sent outside to find those 'coward wizards', and the dementors retreated to defend against the McGuffin's surprise attack.
But it was too late. McGuffin, who had established a deep connection with the black nightmare, could feel the cold, dark and decaying magic power being continuously absorbed by his body along the connection channel.
But even though McGuffin used [Occlumency], [Seedling of the World Tree], and [Golden Libra] magic as a fire line or a filter, the cruel and evil thoughts or whispers contained in the magic power continued to echo in his ears.
And it's more serious than just now,
"Eat... devour the guy in front of you... eat it completely."
"Kill...kill him!"
Feelings of irritability and nausea surged into my brain. I don’t know when, like a lunatic, McGuffin uttered nonsense that no one could understand... Chinese, Latin, Yameta, mixed whispers, completely illogical and meaningless.
But this has no effect at all. The black nightmare swallowed the black ball (the magic power of the dementor aggregate) and sent it to McGuffin. He purified it through the 'World Tree' and 'Occlumency' and then imported it into his body.
like a perpetual motion machine...
No, it's like the 'Star Attraction Dafa' and 'Beiming Divine Art'...
The cycle goes back and forth, wishing not to stop, wishing to fight stronger...
This kind of dimensionality reduction blow from the ancient eastern country finally made Voldemort unbearable.
He let out a roar, and completely split the black ball that he incarnated (or his temporary hiding) into two halves,
Then, clusters of black mist emerged, and began to circle the deepest part, and the two reddish round spots in the middle began to converge and merge.
These black mist gathered in an irregular shape, and there were countless horrible breathing, wailing, and cries of pain and despair... Even if you don't have to guess, you know that that thing is longing for all the beautiful emotions and memories in the world. It is the fusion of many dementors.
Voldemort is attached to it, playing a leading role.
The black mist formed a layer of translucent black robe with a hood on the outside. Under the hood, Voldemort's two glowing red eyes stared at McGuffin and his 'new pet'.
The summoned Nightmare snorted, pawed its hooves in mid-air, paused, and stared at the assembled 'ultimate dementor body'.
There was a feeling of dread in McGuffin's mind.
The two sides faced off.
"I was careless, Albert!" Voldemort said hoarsely.
"It seems that what I expected at the beginning was not wrong. You are indeed very talented... Even without my [Blood Curse], you are no less a black wizard... You can actually create such a black magic... Can devour the magic power of dementors... No wonder these guys are looking for trouble for you like crazy..."
"It is true that my form is naturally restrained by your magic! But how long can you last?"
"An hour, half an hour, or a few minutes..."
"[Blood Curse] will devour you, or can you really absorb the dark magic power I gathered?"
Voldemort was right,
But McGuffin still persisted because he guessed that the other party would not be able to stay in this state for too long.
McGuffin immediately retorted Voldemort:
"What about you? I can feel the thirst of those dementors pouring into my body... Such a hysterical longing, they are yearning for all the beauty of those human worlds, so greedy, so unsatisfactory... And you want to fuse them all, gather everything, and even be in it... The temptation and thirst you need to resist... It is thousands of times stronger than I feel! Even if you are the Dark Lord, you can't resist those ravings echoing in the depths of your soul, right?
"And in order to conceal the traces of these monsters, it is estimated that the dementors have not been given a full meal for several months? Let them devour each other, hasn't the fusion ceremony completely failed by now?"
McGuffin guessed, Voldemort said nothing, obviously right.
"Although you managed to squeeze the dementors together by virtue of your profound black magic... But, can you really endure the thirst brought by the dementors?"
Without waiting for Voldemort to reply, McGuffin gave an affirmative answer, "You can't. You can know this by looking at the dementors scattered around you."
"Put down your wand! Little wizard!"
Voldemort said nothing, but a voice came from behind the McGuffin.
McGuffin turned his head and saw that Bellatrix was pointing at him with his wand. The Death Eaters behind him had all come out from the floor door. They all hung their heads tremblingly, not daring to look at Voldemort's figure in the sky.
"Drop your wand! Or I'll let them die!"
Bellatrix yelled again, pointing her wand at the unconscious Hermione and Ron.
The MacGuffin turned to face the mad witch, turning Nightmare against Voldemort before he could surprise him.
"I said, put it down!" she screamed, and with a flick of her wand, a green light shot 'beside' Hermione.
A large pit was corroded on the floor, and corrosive gases emerged from it.
— the mad witch really wanted to kill Hermione, and she was more than happy to do it in front of the MacGuffin.
If the McGuffin hadn't moved Hermione Ron from its original place with a wave of his wand at the last moment, I'm afraid...
McGuffin had no choice but to take a gamble. Voldemort and the Death Eaters probably didn't know what spells they were best at.
And since Harry and the others came back here through the time-turner, it means that they will know how to do it in the invisibility cloak.
So, he threw his wand to Bellatrix.
(The mad witch looked ecstatically, stuffing MacGuffin's Thestral tail feather wand into her robe pocket.)
"It seems that I won! Albert!" Voldemort neighed softly, and let out a series of sharp and terrifying laughter.
(End of this chapter)
"Mudblood, you are dying!"
"I want all your blood to be squeezed out..."
"Go! Potter, you are the first to step forward..." Bellatrix yelled frantically, and the angry voice came from under the floor door.
"Bella..." Trevor the Death Eater yelled.
"Soul out of the body!"
"Come up for me, let me see if your friend's cleverness is still working, and see if he is really what you call a 'friend'..."
Half of Harry's head was exposed, and the [Imperius Curse] on him was removed the moment he came out.
It can also be said that he woke up because of a burst of severe pain from his scar.
A feeling of heart palpitations made him stop where he was, and looked up,
I saw the squirming, constantly blending and changing pitch-black sphere.
Harry could feel a part of Voldemort inside,
In the mouth of the sawn abyss... Voldemort's two red pupils are watching all this,
He could feel that Voldemort was now trapped in there, that something terrible and dangerous was going on in that sphere.
Looking directly at this or that sphere makes his scar look like it's about to split open,
Harry felt as if his skull had been sawn open, a very strong sensation - as if something was coming out of his brain, from that scar....
"Just right!"
"You two together...reminds me of our reunion at the Philosopher's Stone two years ago...how touching? Isn't it?"
Voldemort's hoarse, malicious voice sounded.
The gap where the ball splits is getting bigger and bigger.
The black smoke is like sticky candied syrup... On both sides of the black sphere that was split in half, it was constantly torn and connected. Some dry corpses tried to break free from the crack with their empty eye sockets, but then some other skeleton arms pulled them back into the abyss of black mist...
There is an inexplicable red fluorescence blooming inside.
The strange red light flickered along with the two particularly bright red spots in the middle, casting a red shadow on the white mist in the whole room that had dissipated a little more than before.
--call!
--Suck!
Like breathing, the terrifying sound surrounds the ears, the red light and the black mist flicker and expand alternately,
The mass of dementors, that is, the outer layer of the cracked black ball, was approaching Harry and the others, only seventy or eighty inches away from them.
getting closer...
"Stay back, Bellaclitus..."
Voldemort's terrifying roar came from the split 'abyss'.
"Owner!"
Down the stone staircase, behind Harry came the shivering, terrified response of the female Death Eater.
Harry, who doesn't have a wand, can't cast the [Patronus Charm], can only rely on [Occlumency] (trying to maintain hope, recall happy things) to resist the feeling that this thing brings like a dementor (or even worse).
In the distance, there were two unknown couples lying on their sides on the ground, motionless, their faces pale as if they were dead.
Hermione and Ron groaned weakly holding their heads, half kneeling on the ground.
The twins, George and Fred, feebly threw some black robes, or wooden boxes, planks, or wooden chairs into the sky, and smashed them into that strange ball...that crack.
But it didn't help, and he almost fell down and knocked himself down.
Only McGuffin was holding a wand, burning with a layer of translucent black flames all over his body, directing that weird-looking 'black nightmare' to try to attack Voldemort time and time again.
But he also... couldn't hold on anymore.
Harry saw the black scales on McGuffin's body spreading from the neck to the cheeks one by one...
Harry, who had already seen it once, knew that this was a sign of the [Blood Curse] on the McGuffin getting out of control, so he couldn't hold on any longer, and the summoned 'Black Flame Nightmare' was obviously at a disadvantage.
Several dementors guarding Voldemort are besieging the McGuffin, attacking back and forth.
Two giant 'skeleton' hands protruding from the crack are trying to grab the McGuffin on his upper and lower sides (the position of the head and the head).
As if trying to grab him like that... and tear him in two.
The black nightmare opened its sharp mouth full of fangs, and came out of the air with black flames, tearing at the black mist above, and devouring it bit by bit.
But because there were too many things to fight around, he could barely protect McGuffin.
Screams began to ring in Harry's ears, and he felt his head heavy... The fog obscured his vision, and the strange flashes of red light made him unable to think rationally... No, no, he can't pass out now... He must find a way... Find a way to fight...
Those skulls opened their empty eyes and began to drill out of the abyss. The corpses formed by countless black mist slowly opened their 'mouths'... like a deep black hole, breathing air.
--call!
Harry finally understood what the voice was.
It can be too late.
The countless rancid breaths, accompanied by the thick fog that struck again, drowned all of them... He couldn't see clearly what was going on here.
Only McGuffin waved his wand in the mist, and Voldemort's mocking sound.
All this is getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred.
He could barely see the black flame jumping...flying in the mist...
Then, Harry thought he saw a silver light, brighter and brighter... piercing through the fog, and rushing from outside the cellar into the abyss of the chasm where Voldemort was hiding.
Harry was half-kneeling on the stone ladder, and he lifted it up to look at the dazzling fluorescent light, passing through the air, driving away the dementors, and crashing into the black ball with all his might.
Even in the white mist, the ray of light radiating wantonly and penetrating through it was like a flashing light... It dazzled Harry so much that he couldn't open his eyes.
The dull breathing finally disappeared, and the air gradually warmed up.
Voldemort roared in exasperation, becoming clear again.
"Who? Which coward is hiding outside?"
"Bellatrix, come out and watch these brats! Bring Harry to the real me..."
Harry summoned up all his weak strength and held on to block the Death Eaters behind him.
No matter who it is, he still has to fight and contribute...
Harry knew that those Death Eaters would not do anything to him now, so he stretched out his arms and pressed the floor from the side, trying to rely on his body to block the floor door and prevent the Death Eaters from entering the cellar.
"Step aside!"
"Idiot, get out!"
--boom!
Bellatrix eagerly responded to Voldemort's call, and after a few pushes, she lost patience and directly used a spell to blast Harry out of the tunnel door, and then the Death Eaters in the stone staircase jumped out.
Harry flew into the air, and then slammed down on the ground beside him, knocking his head hard. With all his strength, he turned his head and looked forward—there was a figure passing by the door leading to the stairs above, with a strangely familiar appearance.
And the light that made Voldemort so angry was an animal, a tall, horse-like, unicorn-like strange creature, its whole body was glowing with silver light, dispelling all the darkness and coldness around it.
It circled Harry lightly, touching his body back and forth with its hooves.
Every contact made the chill on his body disappear a bit.
But perhaps because of the previous collision, Harry's head became more and more dizzy, and finally he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyelids open.
His head hit the ground again and he passed out.
The mist gradually began to recede, and the stag seemed to have consumed too much because it directly hit the dementor aggregate, and the light from all over its body gradually dimmed. After lightly touching Harry, it turned into a spot of light and disappeared on the spot.
McGuffin tried his best to support his trembling legs, stood up and looked around,
——Everyone fainted, and he knew he couldn't hesitate anymore.
We must take advantage of this opportunity and act immediately.
Voldemort was furious, and focused most of his attention on the wizard hiding outside, but as soon as McGuffin saw the silver light, like the patron saint of stags, he knew it must be 'Harry from the future'.
He understands that now is the best opportunity.
McGuffin ignited his inner anger (all kinds of bottomless pits encountered in Hogwarts over the years, as well as all kinds of anger caused by his own plan being interrupted time and time again), injected it into magic power, into that 'black nightmare'.
call!
With a detonation, the translucent black flames on the bodies of the McGuffin and the black Nightmare soared into the sky and connected together... The Nightmare lowered its head and rushed towards Voldemort...to the gap in the abyss opened by the saw...
The black flames entwined around its body continuously swept over the corpse-like dementors in the black sphere like tentacles, pulled them out one by one and stuffed them directly into the mouth, and swallowed them two or three times.
Voldemort's 'eyes' lit up that dazzling red light again, he roared furiously, and sent the giant skeleton hands that had been sent outside to find those 'coward wizards', and the dementors retreated to defend against the McGuffin's surprise attack.
But it was too late. McGuffin, who had established a deep connection with the black nightmare, could feel the cold, dark and decaying magic power being continuously absorbed by his body along the connection channel.
But even though McGuffin used [Occlumency], [Seedling of the World Tree], and [Golden Libra] magic as a fire line or a filter, the cruel and evil thoughts or whispers contained in the magic power continued to echo in his ears.
And it's more serious than just now,
"Eat... devour the guy in front of you... eat it completely."
"Kill...kill him!"
Feelings of irritability and nausea surged into my brain. I don’t know when, like a lunatic, McGuffin uttered nonsense that no one could understand... Chinese, Latin, Yameta, mixed whispers, completely illogical and meaningless.
But this has no effect at all. The black nightmare swallowed the black ball (the magic power of the dementor aggregate) and sent it to McGuffin. He purified it through the 'World Tree' and 'Occlumency' and then imported it into his body.
like a perpetual motion machine...
No, it's like the 'Star Attraction Dafa' and 'Beiming Divine Art'...
The cycle goes back and forth, wishing not to stop, wishing to fight stronger...
This kind of dimensionality reduction blow from the ancient eastern country finally made Voldemort unbearable.
He let out a roar, and completely split the black ball that he incarnated (or his temporary hiding) into two halves,
Then, clusters of black mist emerged, and began to circle the deepest part, and the two reddish round spots in the middle began to converge and merge.
These black mist gathered in an irregular shape, and there were countless horrible breathing, wailing, and cries of pain and despair... Even if you don't have to guess, you know that that thing is longing for all the beautiful emotions and memories in the world. It is the fusion of many dementors.
Voldemort is attached to it, playing a leading role.
The black mist formed a layer of translucent black robe with a hood on the outside. Under the hood, Voldemort's two glowing red eyes stared at McGuffin and his 'new pet'.
The summoned Nightmare snorted, pawed its hooves in mid-air, paused, and stared at the assembled 'ultimate dementor body'.
There was a feeling of dread in McGuffin's mind.
The two sides faced off.
"I was careless, Albert!" Voldemort said hoarsely.
"It seems that what I expected at the beginning was not wrong. You are indeed very talented... Even without my [Blood Curse], you are no less a black wizard... You can actually create such a black magic... Can devour the magic power of dementors... No wonder these guys are looking for trouble for you like crazy..."
"It is true that my form is naturally restrained by your magic! But how long can you last?"
"An hour, half an hour, or a few minutes..."
"[Blood Curse] will devour you, or can you really absorb the dark magic power I gathered?"
Voldemort was right,
But McGuffin still persisted because he guessed that the other party would not be able to stay in this state for too long.
McGuffin immediately retorted Voldemort:
"What about you? I can feel the thirst of those dementors pouring into my body... Such a hysterical longing, they are yearning for all the beauty of those human worlds, so greedy, so unsatisfactory... And you want to fuse them all, gather everything, and even be in it... The temptation and thirst you need to resist... It is thousands of times stronger than I feel! Even if you are the Dark Lord, you can't resist those ravings echoing in the depths of your soul, right?
"And in order to conceal the traces of these monsters, it is estimated that the dementors have not been given a full meal for several months? Let them devour each other, hasn't the fusion ceremony completely failed by now?"
McGuffin guessed, Voldemort said nothing, obviously right.
"Although you managed to squeeze the dementors together by virtue of your profound black magic... But, can you really endure the thirst brought by the dementors?"
Without waiting for Voldemort to reply, McGuffin gave an affirmative answer, "You can't. You can know this by looking at the dementors scattered around you."
"Put down your wand! Little wizard!"
Voldemort said nothing, but a voice came from behind the McGuffin.
McGuffin turned his head and saw that Bellatrix was pointing at him with his wand. The Death Eaters behind him had all come out from the floor door. They all hung their heads tremblingly, not daring to look at Voldemort's figure in the sky.
"Drop your wand! Or I'll let them die!"
Bellatrix yelled again, pointing her wand at the unconscious Hermione and Ron.
The MacGuffin turned to face the mad witch, turning Nightmare against Voldemort before he could surprise him.
"I said, put it down!" she screamed, and with a flick of her wand, a green light shot 'beside' Hermione.
A large pit was corroded on the floor, and corrosive gases emerged from it.
— the mad witch really wanted to kill Hermione, and she was more than happy to do it in front of the MacGuffin.
If the McGuffin hadn't moved Hermione Ron from its original place with a wave of his wand at the last moment, I'm afraid...
McGuffin had no choice but to take a gamble. Voldemort and the Death Eaters probably didn't know what spells they were best at.
And since Harry and the others came back here through the time-turner, it means that they will know how to do it in the invisibility cloak.
So, he threw his wand to Bellatrix.
(The mad witch looked ecstatically, stuffing MacGuffin's Thestral tail feather wand into her robe pocket.)
"It seems that I won! Albert!" Voldemort neighed softly, and let out a series of sharp and terrifying laughter.
(End of this chapter)
