Chapter 420
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 420
As soon as the words fell, Fudge and the others had no time to react (some Aurors had already noticed, but they just raised their wands, just...)
--boom!
The outer wall of the corridor collapsed at once, and a whole layer of the wall collapsed, glass, masonry, small stones, wood chips, fine iron objects... blasted and hit everyone.
As the walls were destroyed and collapsed, a puff of black smoke squirmed and rushed into the corridor, heading towards the McGuffin, towards Harry and the others... Rampage, every time a person passed by, the person became frozen, his face was dead pale, and he fell to the ground, motionless like a corpse.
Most of the original Hogwarts faculty and staff, as well as the Aurors brought by Fudge, were swept away by the black smoke when they couldn't be caught, and fainted instantly like cutting wheat.
The icy coldness and fear shrouded everyone's heart again.
Even the werewolf (Lupine) directly suppressed the crazy side in his heart at this moment, or the dark and irrational side of the werewolf was hiding in the depths of his heart trembling because of the positive coming of this thing.
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
"Fierce Curse!"
The remaining wizards who did not faint waved their wands again and again, trying to stop the monster.
"Where's Albus Dumbledore? What the hell is he doing!"
Fudge's tone was full of complaints and panic. He waved his wand to call out a silver finch-like bird, and after casting the spell again, the finch turned into dozens of them in mid-air, charging around them, tearing the black mist into strands.
It can be regarded as temporarily stopping the sudden attack of this thing.
Seeing Moody's surprised expression, Fudge became a little annoyed, "Do you think I can become the Minister of Magic in just a few strokes? Don't forget that I also came from the Department of Law, and I don't just discuss the thickness of the bottom of the cauldron in the office..."
Snape touched his arm, he was trembling and couldn't hold his wand.
—Yes, this thing is Voldemort.
He could smell the chilling smell.
Can?
How can it be?
What McGuffin said is actually true?
Just as he was thinking, Snape realized that the little wizard was no longer in front of him, and then he realized——McGuffin was waving his wand not far in front of him.
A layer of translucent black flame was burning on the wand, and the stream of flame gathered in the air to outline the black nightmare, an animal similar to thestrals (it seems that this thing has become a little bigger and more dignified than the last time I saw it).
Before him was that black mist... the incarnation of Voldemort.
The thing expands and contracts, like breathing, sucking wisps of white, silver-white gas from the mouths and noses of those wizards (it looks like a mixture of emotions, memories, and magic power). As this situation continues, the sense of pressure this thing gives them continues to increase.
Snape looked ahead, and for a moment he actually seemed to feel that the MacGuffin and the black mist were so similar.
Two monsters confront each other.
The magic power surging and entangled in them is so dark and similar.
The black mist changed into a shape similar to that of a dementor, and the long black scythe was still held in his hand. Even without words, from those two red 'eyes', McGuffin knew how much he hated those who destroyed his plan.
What's more, the dark magic power in McGuffin's body is also encouraging him to fight himself to vent the negative emotions in his heart.
Otherwise, MacGuffin really didn't know what he could do.
After the dementor roared and made a sharp sound like a chainsaw, the professors and Aurors who had fainted on the ground began to stand up again, their eyes turned white, and they wobbled towards the McGuffins like zombies.
But these guys are stupid. The bricks and stones scattered on the ground halfway because of the broken walls can make them fall, and their heads are broken.
McGuffin understood that these wizards were hostages, or human shields.
At the same time, the dementor (the form possessed by Voldemort) flickered, and three figures appeared... Then, brandishing a long scythe, it flew towards the McGuffin at high speed.
Came to him in an instant.
Shir!
Although McGill knows that the current situation is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.
But still have to do it.
After all, the summoned Nightmare (Thestral) is the only existence that can stop this thing.
McGuffin injected the absorbed black magic power into the summoned Nightmare, and the black translucent flames around (thestrals) immediately erupted.
The black flame emitted a strange black light that instantly crowded the entire corridor, shining on the opposite side,
The white pupils of those 'zombies' are even more strange.
Nightmare charged straight over, smashing through the three shadows in an instant.
How can it be?
Where did you go?
McGuffin then realized that Voldemort's purpose had always been clear.
"Harry, it's Harry!"
He shouted quickly, looking behind him.
Sure enough, the black smoke was wrapping around Harry like a wriggling black whirlwind, sweeping him, trying to take him away from here.
And Moody, who had already noticed this step, couldn't even speak. He was trying to cast some kind of spell over there. The tip of his wand was pointed at Harry, pulling him like a tug-of-war, controlling him to get out of the black mist, being very careful and concentrating.
Thanks to McGuffin's reminder, Fudge and Snape, who were not affected by the dementors, realized what was happening now.
These guys didn't care about the little dementors separated by Voldemort, and hurriedly turned around to help Moody.
This also means that all the pressure here falls on McGuffin.
Those 'zombie'-like professors and staff used a creepy posture, leaning forward and waving their arms, approaching the McGuffin step by step.
But this is also just right, if Fudge handles it, it will definitely take a long time. (He can't be sure that he will stop other people from attacking these colleagues, Momojiu just refuses to take any responsibility)
As for McGuffin, who was getting more impatient now, he didn't want to waste time on these 'zombies'.
He flicked his wand across.
"Transfiguration!"
"Levitation!"
Everyone floated up immediately, and was thrown directly by McGuffin to the wall of the corridor on the other side near the inner side of the castle.
They staggered from side to side, banging their heads together.
They all fell to the ground, arms, thighs, heads and necks... piled on top of each other.
McGuffin looked back, Fudge, Professor McGonagall and a few other wizards were using spells with their hands tied, like giving Voldemort a pedicure, just cutting off the black mist of the dementor aggregate from every corner...
Seeing that Harry was about to be taken away, what were these guys doing for food?
So many professors and faculty members, unexpectedly...
Black was desperate, he directly summoned a big silver dog, drove it into the black mist, and followed him directly, as if trying to pull Harry out of the black mist.
Snape also summoned his patron saint, a stag, who lowered his head in the air and rushed forward, using his horns to disperse the black mist.
He himself followed.
Blake took a look, as if he had noticed something, but he didn't say much.
The two cooperated to save Harry.
But Black's big silver dog looked ferocious, but the silver light was dim, but it disappeared little by little before it touched Harry's position.
Snape was alone, and the stag was crushed into pieces by the black mist and dissipated little by little... He let out a muffled grunt and was defeated.
Thanks to the rescue of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, the two of them would not fall into it.
Mad-Eye Moody was a little more reckless. He waved his wand and used the Fiercefire Curse directly, trying to burn the black mist.
But they were blocked by Fudge and the others next to him. At this time, these guys were still arguing about the safety of the magic used to ensure Harry's safety.
Don't they know that Harry Potter wouldn't be much better off in that guy's hands.
(It seems that Fudge's idea is to shirk responsibility, just don't put the biggest responsibility on himself, so that now everyone has no corresponding action.)
McGuffin was almost pissed off at this scene.
"Get out of here!"
He yelled directly at Fudge and the others, and then waved his wand, and the black nightmare (thestral) stepped out of flames in mid-air, leaving a black fire mark, and slammed into the aggregate of dementors.
Nightmare absorbed the dark magic power in the monster's figure (contained in the black mist) and passed it into McGuffin's body.
As he fought more and more against the black mist, McGuffin even used these dark magic powers (without passing through the world tree) directly... This caused his hand holding the Thestral tail feather wand to gradually drill out black and red blood lines, spreading little by little, moving from the arm to the brain and heart at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And along with this process, McGuffin could feel the changes in his body, and those scales began to spread and grow all over his body.
But he couldn't care less now, under the influence of black magic power, he had only one idea - to stop all this, tear up and eliminate the black mist in front of him.
At the same time, the monster repeated its plan, directly breaking off a large part of the black mist, splitting into many dementors, surging like a wave of black mist, rushing towards McGuffin and the others, while he led Harry to move out quickly.
"Harry!"
Fudge, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Black shouted.
"no no!……"
The mixed voices of several people echoed in this broken corridor.
Fudge hastily shouted loudly to the outside, "Don't let the fire dragon come over, don't breathe fire, Harry Potter is up there..."
He cast the [Loud Voice] spell and roared at the three dragons hovering outside, confusing the dragon trainers from Romania.
Fudge couldn't imagine the scene where the fire dragon he summoned turned Harry into a barbecue and swallowed it in one gulp... In contrast, even if Harry was temporarily taken away by this monster, it was still acceptable.
Dumbledore had already driven away the black mist and other dementors that had been differentiated from the dementors that had been left outside.
He was moving with Crouch and the others towards the direction below the wall of the castle, ready to meet up.
For Black, whether Harry was sprayed by the fire dragon or captured by this monster, it was unacceptable.
In desperation, he was much crazier than McGuffin.
Black swung his wand directly in an attempt to protect Harry and snatch Harry away from the black mist.
As a fat man, this guy jumped back and forth on the ruins after the collapse of the wall with an almost miraculous, incredible agility. With such a leap, he used his magic wand to directly blast a gap in the black mist,
He jumped outside directly from the corridor on the fourth floor, threw himself at Harry, got into the black mist and hugged Harry in his arms.
But at this time, the black mist saw that the matter was irreversible, so it directly transformed into a scythe, cutting a big hole in Harry's arm, and blood spurted and splashed out in mid-air.
Voldemort didn't care about Harry and Black anymore, he flashed those two red lights directly, and the black mist of his incarnation gathered into a cloud shape, swept the spurted blood, rushed into the sky and wanted to leave here.
"Don't run!"
McGuffin roared, and then waved his wand, flying directly out of the gap in the corridor, blocking the black mist in the air.
The Nightmare (Thestrals) jumped around, burrowing back and forth through the Dementors, devouring the mana from the remaining black mist (Dementor aggregates), trying to wipe out the monster completely.
Voldemort, who had been silent all this time (perhaps because there was no one else around), finally spoke again, flashing those two red lights.
There was a hissing sound in the air.
"McGuffin Albert! Looks like Bellatrix's idiots are messing things up again!"
"I have to do it myself!"
"I admit, I have always underestimated you!"
"However, can you still persist? I'm afraid you will find that even if you get the solution to the curse, the [Blood Curse] on you cannot be lifted! Get out of the way... I will tell you what is missing? And if you continue to use this black magic power that you have absorbed from me... Soon, the [Blood Curse] will completely erode you... You will become a beast!"
"Let me go and deal with your business quickly!"
"Such a talented young man...shouldn't be turned into a mindless beast!"
Voldemort made a neighing, slippery voice in Parseltongue, and his words tried to bewitch the MacGuffin bit by bit like venom.
The black mist on the opposite side swelled and shrank, and the extremely slippery snake language made McGuffin feel more annoyed and painful, just like the lack of oxygen in the air, he felt that every breath was very laborious, which was a kind of torture.
McGuffin grew impatient.
What's more, he would never allow Voldemort to take away [Harry's blood], and then resurrect him directly, changing the plot...
Isn't there enough trouble?
Even though MacGuffin was on the verge of losing his mind, this thought was still etched in his heart.
Although I don't know why Voldemort lost most of his spellcasting ability and was attached to the aggregate of dementors, but——
——We must not let this guy escape like this.
"Shut up! Give it to me!"
McGuffin flicked his wand vigorously.
Fiendfire turned into a huge black flame python in mid-air, opened its mouth and rushed to bite, while Nightmare (Thestral) also slammed into it violently at the same time.
The two surrounded Voldemort (black mist) who was about to be mad with anger at the same time.
(End of this chapter)
As soon as the words fell, Fudge and the others had no time to react (some Aurors had already noticed, but they just raised their wands, just...)
--boom!
The outer wall of the corridor collapsed at once, and a whole layer of the wall collapsed, glass, masonry, small stones, wood chips, fine iron objects... blasted and hit everyone.
As the walls were destroyed and collapsed, a puff of black smoke squirmed and rushed into the corridor, heading towards the McGuffin, towards Harry and the others... Rampage, every time a person passed by, the person became frozen, his face was dead pale, and he fell to the ground, motionless like a corpse.
Most of the original Hogwarts faculty and staff, as well as the Aurors brought by Fudge, were swept away by the black smoke when they couldn't be caught, and fainted instantly like cutting wheat.
The icy coldness and fear shrouded everyone's heart again.
Even the werewolf (Lupine) directly suppressed the crazy side in his heart at this moment, or the dark and irrational side of the werewolf was hiding in the depths of his heart trembling because of the positive coming of this thing.
"Call God Guard!"
"Call God Guard!"
"Fierce Curse!"
The remaining wizards who did not faint waved their wands again and again, trying to stop the monster.
"Where's Albus Dumbledore? What the hell is he doing!"
Fudge's tone was full of complaints and panic. He waved his wand to call out a silver finch-like bird, and after casting the spell again, the finch turned into dozens of them in mid-air, charging around them, tearing the black mist into strands.
It can be regarded as temporarily stopping the sudden attack of this thing.
Seeing Moody's surprised expression, Fudge became a little annoyed, "Do you think I can become the Minister of Magic in just a few strokes? Don't forget that I also came from the Department of Law, and I don't just discuss the thickness of the bottom of the cauldron in the office..."
Snape touched his arm, he was trembling and couldn't hold his wand.
—Yes, this thing is Voldemort.
He could smell the chilling smell.
Can?
How can it be?
What McGuffin said is actually true?
Just as he was thinking, Snape realized that the little wizard was no longer in front of him, and then he realized——McGuffin was waving his wand not far in front of him.
A layer of translucent black flame was burning on the wand, and the stream of flame gathered in the air to outline the black nightmare, an animal similar to thestrals (it seems that this thing has become a little bigger and more dignified than the last time I saw it).
Before him was that black mist... the incarnation of Voldemort.
The thing expands and contracts, like breathing, sucking wisps of white, silver-white gas from the mouths and noses of those wizards (it looks like a mixture of emotions, memories, and magic power). As this situation continues, the sense of pressure this thing gives them continues to increase.
Snape looked ahead, and for a moment he actually seemed to feel that the MacGuffin and the black mist were so similar.
Two monsters confront each other.
The magic power surging and entangled in them is so dark and similar.
The black mist changed into a shape similar to that of a dementor, and the long black scythe was still held in his hand. Even without words, from those two red 'eyes', McGuffin knew how much he hated those who destroyed his plan.
What's more, the dark magic power in McGuffin's body is also encouraging him to fight himself to vent the negative emotions in his heart.
Otherwise, MacGuffin really didn't know what he could do.
After the dementor roared and made a sharp sound like a chainsaw, the professors and Aurors who had fainted on the ground began to stand up again, their eyes turned white, and they wobbled towards the McGuffins like zombies.
But these guys are stupid. The bricks and stones scattered on the ground halfway because of the broken walls can make them fall, and their heads are broken.
McGuffin understood that these wizards were hostages, or human shields.
At the same time, the dementor (the form possessed by Voldemort) flickered, and three figures appeared... Then, brandishing a long scythe, it flew towards the McGuffin at high speed.
Came to him in an instant.
Shir!
Although McGill knows that the current situation is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.
But still have to do it.
After all, the summoned Nightmare (Thestral) is the only existence that can stop this thing.
McGuffin injected the absorbed black magic power into the summoned Nightmare, and the black translucent flames around (thestrals) immediately erupted.
The black flame emitted a strange black light that instantly crowded the entire corridor, shining on the opposite side,
The white pupils of those 'zombies' are even more strange.
Nightmare charged straight over, smashing through the three shadows in an instant.
How can it be?
Where did you go?
McGuffin then realized that Voldemort's purpose had always been clear.
"Harry, it's Harry!"
He shouted quickly, looking behind him.
Sure enough, the black smoke was wrapping around Harry like a wriggling black whirlwind, sweeping him, trying to take him away from here.
And Moody, who had already noticed this step, couldn't even speak. He was trying to cast some kind of spell over there. The tip of his wand was pointed at Harry, pulling him like a tug-of-war, controlling him to get out of the black mist, being very careful and concentrating.
Thanks to McGuffin's reminder, Fudge and Snape, who were not affected by the dementors, realized what was happening now.
These guys didn't care about the little dementors separated by Voldemort, and hurriedly turned around to help Moody.
This also means that all the pressure here falls on McGuffin.
Those 'zombie'-like professors and staff used a creepy posture, leaning forward and waving their arms, approaching the McGuffin step by step.
But this is also just right, if Fudge handles it, it will definitely take a long time. (He can't be sure that he will stop other people from attacking these colleagues, Momojiu just refuses to take any responsibility)
As for McGuffin, who was getting more impatient now, he didn't want to waste time on these 'zombies'.
He flicked his wand across.
"Transfiguration!"
"Levitation!"
Everyone floated up immediately, and was thrown directly by McGuffin to the wall of the corridor on the other side near the inner side of the castle.
They staggered from side to side, banging their heads together.
They all fell to the ground, arms, thighs, heads and necks... piled on top of each other.
McGuffin looked back, Fudge, Professor McGonagall and a few other wizards were using spells with their hands tied, like giving Voldemort a pedicure, just cutting off the black mist of the dementor aggregate from every corner...
Seeing that Harry was about to be taken away, what were these guys doing for food?
So many professors and faculty members, unexpectedly...
Black was desperate, he directly summoned a big silver dog, drove it into the black mist, and followed him directly, as if trying to pull Harry out of the black mist.
Snape also summoned his patron saint, a stag, who lowered his head in the air and rushed forward, using his horns to disperse the black mist.
He himself followed.
Blake took a look, as if he had noticed something, but he didn't say much.
The two cooperated to save Harry.
But Black's big silver dog looked ferocious, but the silver light was dim, but it disappeared little by little before it touched Harry's position.
Snape was alone, and the stag was crushed into pieces by the black mist and dissipated little by little... He let out a muffled grunt and was defeated.
Thanks to the rescue of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, the two of them would not fall into it.
Mad-Eye Moody was a little more reckless. He waved his wand and used the Fiercefire Curse directly, trying to burn the black mist.
But they were blocked by Fudge and the others next to him. At this time, these guys were still arguing about the safety of the magic used to ensure Harry's safety.
Don't they know that Harry Potter wouldn't be much better off in that guy's hands.
(It seems that Fudge's idea is to shirk responsibility, just don't put the biggest responsibility on himself, so that now everyone has no corresponding action.)
McGuffin was almost pissed off at this scene.
"Get out of here!"
He yelled directly at Fudge and the others, and then waved his wand, and the black nightmare (thestral) stepped out of flames in mid-air, leaving a black fire mark, and slammed into the aggregate of dementors.
Nightmare absorbed the dark magic power in the monster's figure (contained in the black mist) and passed it into McGuffin's body.
As he fought more and more against the black mist, McGuffin even used these dark magic powers (without passing through the world tree) directly... This caused his hand holding the Thestral tail feather wand to gradually drill out black and red blood lines, spreading little by little, moving from the arm to the brain and heart at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And along with this process, McGuffin could feel the changes in his body, and those scales began to spread and grow all over his body.
But he couldn't care less now, under the influence of black magic power, he had only one idea - to stop all this, tear up and eliminate the black mist in front of him.
At the same time, the monster repeated its plan, directly breaking off a large part of the black mist, splitting into many dementors, surging like a wave of black mist, rushing towards McGuffin and the others, while he led Harry to move out quickly.
"Harry!"
Fudge, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Black shouted.
"no no!……"
The mixed voices of several people echoed in this broken corridor.
Fudge hastily shouted loudly to the outside, "Don't let the fire dragon come over, don't breathe fire, Harry Potter is up there..."
He cast the [Loud Voice] spell and roared at the three dragons hovering outside, confusing the dragon trainers from Romania.
Fudge couldn't imagine the scene where the fire dragon he summoned turned Harry into a barbecue and swallowed it in one gulp... In contrast, even if Harry was temporarily taken away by this monster, it was still acceptable.
Dumbledore had already driven away the black mist and other dementors that had been differentiated from the dementors that had been left outside.
He was moving with Crouch and the others towards the direction below the wall of the castle, ready to meet up.
For Black, whether Harry was sprayed by the fire dragon or captured by this monster, it was unacceptable.
In desperation, he was much crazier than McGuffin.
Black swung his wand directly in an attempt to protect Harry and snatch Harry away from the black mist.
As a fat man, this guy jumped back and forth on the ruins after the collapse of the wall with an almost miraculous, incredible agility. With such a leap, he used his magic wand to directly blast a gap in the black mist,
He jumped outside directly from the corridor on the fourth floor, threw himself at Harry, got into the black mist and hugged Harry in his arms.
But at this time, the black mist saw that the matter was irreversible, so it directly transformed into a scythe, cutting a big hole in Harry's arm, and blood spurted and splashed out in mid-air.
Voldemort didn't care about Harry and Black anymore, he flashed those two red lights directly, and the black mist of his incarnation gathered into a cloud shape, swept the spurted blood, rushed into the sky and wanted to leave here.
"Don't run!"
McGuffin roared, and then waved his wand, flying directly out of the gap in the corridor, blocking the black mist in the air.
The Nightmare (Thestrals) jumped around, burrowing back and forth through the Dementors, devouring the mana from the remaining black mist (Dementor aggregates), trying to wipe out the monster completely.
Voldemort, who had been silent all this time (perhaps because there was no one else around), finally spoke again, flashing those two red lights.
There was a hissing sound in the air.
"McGuffin Albert! Looks like Bellatrix's idiots are messing things up again!"
"I have to do it myself!"
"I admit, I have always underestimated you!"
"However, can you still persist? I'm afraid you will find that even if you get the solution to the curse, the [Blood Curse] on you cannot be lifted! Get out of the way... I will tell you what is missing? And if you continue to use this black magic power that you have absorbed from me... Soon, the [Blood Curse] will completely erode you... You will become a beast!"
"Let me go and deal with your business quickly!"
"Such a talented young man...shouldn't be turned into a mindless beast!"
Voldemort made a neighing, slippery voice in Parseltongue, and his words tried to bewitch the MacGuffin bit by bit like venom.
The black mist on the opposite side swelled and shrank, and the extremely slippery snake language made McGuffin feel more annoyed and painful, just like the lack of oxygen in the air, he felt that every breath was very laborious, which was a kind of torture.
McGuffin grew impatient.
What's more, he would never allow Voldemort to take away [Harry's blood], and then resurrect him directly, changing the plot...
Isn't there enough trouble?
Even though MacGuffin was on the verge of losing his mind, this thought was still etched in his heart.
Although I don't know why Voldemort lost most of his spellcasting ability and was attached to the aggregate of dementors, but——
——We must not let this guy escape like this.
"Shut up! Give it to me!"
McGuffin flicked his wand vigorously.
Fiendfire turned into a huge black flame python in mid-air, opened its mouth and rushed to bite, while Nightmare (Thestral) also slammed into it violently at the same time.
The two surrounded Voldemort (black mist) who was about to be mad with anger at the same time.
(End of this chapter)
