Chapter 591
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 591
McGuffin finds himself still in that treacherous lacquered world,
The guy named Tilton is tightening his claws...
The two bloody eyeballs in the center of her palm were staring at McGuffin.
You can see this guy is very angry,
That aimless face was unusually ferocious and distorted.
McGuffin took a step back, raising his wand at the fellow.
He looked around, and Moody and those two Muggles also appeared around him, in a daze, frozen in place...
It looked like everything was back to normal, and they were all back here.
However, this also means... that black stone snake sculpture also came to life.
A huge strange snake is not far away from them with its head, licking Xinzi,
Surrounding them were circles...the alienated monsters of the Muggles in Little Hangleton Village.
They roared, like donkeys braying, like cows braying...Combined with the sound of bagpipes and tambourines coming from nowhere...
This scene is simply hopeless.
"McGuffin Albert..."
Tilton watched McGuffin. Instead of ordering her men to swarm up, she... made a hissing sound from the eyeless face.
"Although I already know about your crazy deeds, but... to be honest, judging from the illusion world created by you just now, the thoughts in your heart... are far more crazy and evil than I expected!"
"Even... in a way, even we can't accept that kind of world! Albus Dumbledore seems to be completely foolish enough to trust you... to send you here!"
"Riddle?"
McGuffin heard the cold, ruthless, familiar... with a bit of Parseltongue, and immediately recognized the man in front of him.
Although Voldemort didn't dare to call this magical title directly when he was resurrected, Riddle, an ordinary Muggle name, can still be called directly.
Still, it's sure to piss this guy off!
Sure enough, after hearing McGuffin call this name, Tilton immediately became angry. She put her hands side by side at the eye sockets, and placed her ten fingers in front of her face, trembling slightly.
The blood eyes in the center of the palm shone with some kind of silky, indescribable, indescribable light, like thousands of worms wriggling.
This light is mind-blowing and frightening.
McGuffin used the [Occlumency Technique] with all his strength, so that this feeling was hidden in his mind, covered up...until it disappeared.
He took two quick breaths before recovering.
After seeing McGuffin behave like this, Tilton calmed down some of her anger. She smiled contemptuously, "Sure enough, it is the same as what I know from the main body. In this respect, you do have an evil wisdom similar to people like us, very keen."
"Yes, I am Voldemort, the Mysterious Man, the Dark Lord, the ruler of the future world, the greatest wizard in history..."
"You are the mysterious man?" Moody finally regained his senses at this time, he said hoarsely, "This body is as far as I know...it should be the daughter of the Muggle next to me."
"You-Know-Who is attached to a Muggle?"
The Auror looked at Tilton's beautiful figure and that weird face with his magic eye... asked in disbelief.
Tilton let out a cold and piercing laugh, which even suppressed the bells and bagpipes that reverberated throughout the world... and suppressed those weird sounds.
"Very well, Astola Moody...I've heard of you. That's a good question of yours..."
"It's not that I'm bragging, Albert, Moody, I've always been able to confuse people as I like. So, when a few idiot Muggles came to [Gaunt's Old House] to perform the so-called mysterious psychic ritual... I knew the opportunity had come."
"I don't know how to do anything, but I just got rid of a few Muggle idiots..."
Maybe it was because he felt that he had won, or maybe it was because the world created by McGuffin just now put too much pressure on this fragment of Voldemort's soul.
This guy has a special desire to talk now, and he keeps talking with a certain feeling of showing off,
"Of course, with the bodies of these Muggle bastards, I can't regain my magic power and my former shape."
"Fortunately, my main body has been resurrected first, so I put this woman named Tilton back home, manipulated her soul to go to London to find my main body, and then let her come back..."
As he said that, the monster named Tilton had a look of humiliation on his face, and he said viciously, "But I didn't expect that the great Lord Voldemort would deal with a part of his soul in this way, and he would not condescend to come over... He didn't even want to send one of his servants to help me, but just told me something I already knew..."
"I don't even think about it... Which guy was driven to hide in the gutter of the Black Forest for more than ten years."
McGuffin felt a little chilled. He looked at this soul fragment with free will, and suddenly remembered the crown he had placed in the [Room of Requirement].
'Is that something too? '
'No, now is not the time to think about this thing, the top priority is to deal with this monster and how to get out of this time. '
McGuffin used his brain and thought quickly.
Moody probably had the same plan, so he kept asking and delaying time.
Tilton seemed unaware of McGuffin and Moody's little thoughts, and continued to complain and curse his own body, which was Voldemort himself.
"Then how did you become like this!" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.
"Hmph, fortunately this is a new era."
"As wizards, you can also feel the richer and more turbulent magic power in the world, right?"
"Those ancient spells are starting to regain their luster and magic is becoming easier for everyone...even Muggles..."
"What did you say?" Moody asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe that a Dark Lord, the leader of a pure-blood wizard, would say such a thing.
"So obvious? Can't you figure it out? The world is changing, and so is magic...Those bastards can indeed cast some low-level and weird magic..."
"Like now, I cast spells through them." Tilton said softly.
"Impossible!" murmured Moody.
"Yeah!" Tilton put on a smug smile on his face, and then said calmly, "Of course. These bastards can touch, and the magic they cast is some kind of low-level, low-level, unsystematic magic power polymer. In more cases, as I expected... the magic power will make these bastards completely lose their human form and become low-level creatures like beasts and beasts."
"However, it is precisely because of this... that I will rule the world, not the body that curls up in London and hides from the Ministry of Magic. He is just a coward..."
"Look around? Such a majestic magical power...is enough to change the world."
"A new world is coming... Astora Moody! In the future, my new world can't just be these low-level irrational Muggle bastards... I need some men, some Death Eaters, some talents who can rule the world for me."
"I remember you being of noble blood, Moody...and you've shown yourself to be quite capable. You'd make a very noble Death Eater. I need someone like you."
Facing the solicitation of this Voldemort clone, Moody took a step back, raised his wand resolutely, and gave this guy a powerful answer.
"Very well," hissed Tilton. "If this is your choice, Moody, then I will have to follow the rules... You will get what you deserve, becoming one of those bastards, part of my army..."
Tilton put down the two palms, and the blood pupils in the palms closed for a moment.
The Muggle monsters around immediately roared in coordination, and they were eager to try.
Then the bloody eyes in the palm of his hand swept over McGuffin,
"As for you, MacGuffin Albert... a Muggle-born wizard, although his ability is outstanding, it can be said that he is far superior to his peers, and even comparable to me at the same time."
"But no matter in terms of bloodlines, or the crazy ideas in your mind,...reduced to ashes is the most suitable end for you."
Obviously, the scene created by McGuffin just now...was a bit disgusting to the point where Voldemort's clone directly pronounced the ending of McGuffin coldly.
After glancing at the two Muggles in disgust, Tilton crossed his hands, put them on his face... and slowly pulled them away.
The blood eyes in the center of the palm began to widen with all their strength, turning into a circle, as if like a shining full moon.
It complements the ubiquitous red light in this world and shines together.
Both McGuffin and Moody noticed something was wrong.
But the first person who came to his senses was Overland D. Webb beside him, the old man who had lost his daughter,
He actually took the first step and poured bullets on the monster already named Tilton very forcefully and resolutely.
Fleck Bryce also sprang into action.
Bang, bang, bang—
The revolver, the sprayer... covered the monster with full firepower.
It was riddled with holes.
But this was of no use. Soon, the monster was shrouded in red light, just like before... Time was reversed, the bullet was squeezed out, and flew out backwards, and the monster's body gradually returned to its original shape.
And this angered Tilton even more.
"You bastards... how dare you..."
From Voldemort's point of view...the fact that a mere Muggle dared to do this, to injure his body...had completely irritated him and made him lose his mind.
With Tilton's ear-piercing shriek behind him,
Between the surrounding world, the sounds of bells, bagpipes, and evening drums erupted more violently again...
It was like the battle cry of war.
--Roar!
The surrounding monsters roared and rushed from all directions.
McGuffin and Moody had wanted to try again... the previous solution in Little Hangleton.
It's a pity that there is a clone of Voldemort in front of him. This kind of attempt is bound to be very risky.
Sure enough, although it was attached to a Muggle and did not have a wand, this clone of Voldemort obviously mastered a unique way of casting spells.
Tilton waved his palm and aimed his two blood eyes at the blood moon that had been hanging high in the sky.
In an instant, the sky seemed to be covered by a glowing red silk quilt—blood covered the entire sky.
Wriggling red threads began to hang down from above... Like thousands of live worms,
Twisting, constantly trying to connect to the ground, constantly sweeping every place in the mid-air.
McGuffin just stared at the wriggling blood worms for a while, then lost his mind for a while.
Although he immediately reacted and lowered his head not to watch, it was obvious that they could no longer stay in the sky...
No way, he and Moody landed on the ground again with two Muggles.
They were once again surrounded by monsters like living corpses.
"Time is up……"
Tilton let out that shrill, maniacal laugh.
"It's a pity that this scene cannot be shown to the whole world...let all Hogwarts teachers and students see what will happen to those who foolishly defy me."
The eye in the palm of her hand closed slowly...and disappeared.
Instead, above the sky covered by the bloody curtain... two blood eyes opened, like two eerie crescent moons.
In the blood-colored eyeballs, thousands of long worms were floating and wriggling.
They shed streaks of more intense red light.
caught by this light,
McGuffin felt shudderingly that his body was... melting.
No, it's not some kind of bodily illusion,
is happening.
He saw that the zombie monsters that were still surrounding a few people had melted into a puddle of slime.
They turned into slugs made of flesh and blood, squirming on the ground, covered with various writhing, slender worms.
And the few of them were nailed in place, unable to move.
I can only watch helplessly as worms come out of my nostrils and eye sockets bit by bit, feeling my body slowly decomposing, alienating... melting...
McGuffin couldn't bear this ending, he had to act——
But at this moment, that Tilton's eyeless monster suddenly screamed,
"What's going on, why are you here!"
Her voice was so flustered, it was obvious that something had happened that the Voldemort double hadn't expected.
McGuffin turned his head and looked around with difficulty,
Suddenly he saw—
Beside Overland D. Webb's face...no, and the big body has changed,
His figure gradually shrunk, becoming taller and thinner,
The original square face was gradually elongated, and some became older.
The silver-white beard grew quickly, the nose grew, and it seemed to be broken again, and the hair grew longer, also turning silver-white.
Both eyes also turned azure blue.
The man took out a pair of glasses from there, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked at each other with Tilton.
"Oh, is it time?"
The man smiled at them, and said calmly, "However, it's just right. I already know what I should see. It seems that Voldemort has indeed understood the changes in the world, and actively created new spellcasting methods..."
McGuffin, Moody looked helplessly at the old fox in front of him.
Both of them understand how the other feels.
While he was relieved, he also felt that he was the number one idiot in the world.
That man is—
Albus Dumbledore!
This old and cunning old fox had long since turned into Overland D. Webb and hid beside them.
(End of this chapter)
McGuffin finds himself still in that treacherous lacquered world,
The guy named Tilton is tightening his claws...
The two bloody eyeballs in the center of her palm were staring at McGuffin.
You can see this guy is very angry,
That aimless face was unusually ferocious and distorted.
McGuffin took a step back, raising his wand at the fellow.
He looked around, and Moody and those two Muggles also appeared around him, in a daze, frozen in place...
It looked like everything was back to normal, and they were all back here.
However, this also means... that black stone snake sculpture also came to life.
A huge strange snake is not far away from them with its head, licking Xinzi,
Surrounding them were circles...the alienated monsters of the Muggles in Little Hangleton Village.
They roared, like donkeys braying, like cows braying...Combined with the sound of bagpipes and tambourines coming from nowhere...
This scene is simply hopeless.
"McGuffin Albert..."
Tilton watched McGuffin. Instead of ordering her men to swarm up, she... made a hissing sound from the eyeless face.
"Although I already know about your crazy deeds, but... to be honest, judging from the illusion world created by you just now, the thoughts in your heart... are far more crazy and evil than I expected!"
"Even... in a way, even we can't accept that kind of world! Albus Dumbledore seems to be completely foolish enough to trust you... to send you here!"
"Riddle?"
McGuffin heard the cold, ruthless, familiar... with a bit of Parseltongue, and immediately recognized the man in front of him.
Although Voldemort didn't dare to call this magical title directly when he was resurrected, Riddle, an ordinary Muggle name, can still be called directly.
Still, it's sure to piss this guy off!
Sure enough, after hearing McGuffin call this name, Tilton immediately became angry. She put her hands side by side at the eye sockets, and placed her ten fingers in front of her face, trembling slightly.
The blood eyes in the center of the palm shone with some kind of silky, indescribable, indescribable light, like thousands of worms wriggling.
This light is mind-blowing and frightening.
McGuffin used the [Occlumency Technique] with all his strength, so that this feeling was hidden in his mind, covered up...until it disappeared.
He took two quick breaths before recovering.
After seeing McGuffin behave like this, Tilton calmed down some of her anger. She smiled contemptuously, "Sure enough, it is the same as what I know from the main body. In this respect, you do have an evil wisdom similar to people like us, very keen."
"Yes, I am Voldemort, the Mysterious Man, the Dark Lord, the ruler of the future world, the greatest wizard in history..."
"You are the mysterious man?" Moody finally regained his senses at this time, he said hoarsely, "This body is as far as I know...it should be the daughter of the Muggle next to me."
"You-Know-Who is attached to a Muggle?"
The Auror looked at Tilton's beautiful figure and that weird face with his magic eye... asked in disbelief.
Tilton let out a cold and piercing laugh, which even suppressed the bells and bagpipes that reverberated throughout the world... and suppressed those weird sounds.
"Very well, Astola Moody...I've heard of you. That's a good question of yours..."
"It's not that I'm bragging, Albert, Moody, I've always been able to confuse people as I like. So, when a few idiot Muggles came to [Gaunt's Old House] to perform the so-called mysterious psychic ritual... I knew the opportunity had come."
"I don't know how to do anything, but I just got rid of a few Muggle idiots..."
Maybe it was because he felt that he had won, or maybe it was because the world created by McGuffin just now put too much pressure on this fragment of Voldemort's soul.
This guy has a special desire to talk now, and he keeps talking with a certain feeling of showing off,
"Of course, with the bodies of these Muggle bastards, I can't regain my magic power and my former shape."
"Fortunately, my main body has been resurrected first, so I put this woman named Tilton back home, manipulated her soul to go to London to find my main body, and then let her come back..."
As he said that, the monster named Tilton had a look of humiliation on his face, and he said viciously, "But I didn't expect that the great Lord Voldemort would deal with a part of his soul in this way, and he would not condescend to come over... He didn't even want to send one of his servants to help me, but just told me something I already knew..."
"I don't even think about it... Which guy was driven to hide in the gutter of the Black Forest for more than ten years."
McGuffin felt a little chilled. He looked at this soul fragment with free will, and suddenly remembered the crown he had placed in the [Room of Requirement].
'Is that something too? '
'No, now is not the time to think about this thing, the top priority is to deal with this monster and how to get out of this time. '
McGuffin used his brain and thought quickly.
Moody probably had the same plan, so he kept asking and delaying time.
Tilton seemed unaware of McGuffin and Moody's little thoughts, and continued to complain and curse his own body, which was Voldemort himself.
"Then how did you become like this!" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.
"Hmph, fortunately this is a new era."
"As wizards, you can also feel the richer and more turbulent magic power in the world, right?"
"Those ancient spells are starting to regain their luster and magic is becoming easier for everyone...even Muggles..."
"What did you say?" Moody asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe that a Dark Lord, the leader of a pure-blood wizard, would say such a thing.
"So obvious? Can't you figure it out? The world is changing, and so is magic...Those bastards can indeed cast some low-level and weird magic..."
"Like now, I cast spells through them." Tilton said softly.
"Impossible!" murmured Moody.
"Yeah!" Tilton put on a smug smile on his face, and then said calmly, "Of course. These bastards can touch, and the magic they cast is some kind of low-level, low-level, unsystematic magic power polymer. In more cases, as I expected... the magic power will make these bastards completely lose their human form and become low-level creatures like beasts and beasts."
"However, it is precisely because of this... that I will rule the world, not the body that curls up in London and hides from the Ministry of Magic. He is just a coward..."
"Look around? Such a majestic magical power...is enough to change the world."
"A new world is coming... Astora Moody! In the future, my new world can't just be these low-level irrational Muggle bastards... I need some men, some Death Eaters, some talents who can rule the world for me."
"I remember you being of noble blood, Moody...and you've shown yourself to be quite capable. You'd make a very noble Death Eater. I need someone like you."
Facing the solicitation of this Voldemort clone, Moody took a step back, raised his wand resolutely, and gave this guy a powerful answer.
"Very well," hissed Tilton. "If this is your choice, Moody, then I will have to follow the rules... You will get what you deserve, becoming one of those bastards, part of my army..."
Tilton put down the two palms, and the blood pupils in the palms closed for a moment.
The Muggle monsters around immediately roared in coordination, and they were eager to try.
Then the bloody eyes in the palm of his hand swept over McGuffin,
"As for you, MacGuffin Albert... a Muggle-born wizard, although his ability is outstanding, it can be said that he is far superior to his peers, and even comparable to me at the same time."
"But no matter in terms of bloodlines, or the crazy ideas in your mind,...reduced to ashes is the most suitable end for you."
Obviously, the scene created by McGuffin just now...was a bit disgusting to the point where Voldemort's clone directly pronounced the ending of McGuffin coldly.
After glancing at the two Muggles in disgust, Tilton crossed his hands, put them on his face... and slowly pulled them away.
The blood eyes in the center of the palm began to widen with all their strength, turning into a circle, as if like a shining full moon.
It complements the ubiquitous red light in this world and shines together.
Both McGuffin and Moody noticed something was wrong.
But the first person who came to his senses was Overland D. Webb beside him, the old man who had lost his daughter,
He actually took the first step and poured bullets on the monster already named Tilton very forcefully and resolutely.
Fleck Bryce also sprang into action.
Bang, bang, bang—
The revolver, the sprayer... covered the monster with full firepower.
It was riddled with holes.
But this was of no use. Soon, the monster was shrouded in red light, just like before... Time was reversed, the bullet was squeezed out, and flew out backwards, and the monster's body gradually returned to its original shape.
And this angered Tilton even more.
"You bastards... how dare you..."
From Voldemort's point of view...the fact that a mere Muggle dared to do this, to injure his body...had completely irritated him and made him lose his mind.
With Tilton's ear-piercing shriek behind him,
Between the surrounding world, the sounds of bells, bagpipes, and evening drums erupted more violently again...
It was like the battle cry of war.
--Roar!
The surrounding monsters roared and rushed from all directions.
McGuffin and Moody had wanted to try again... the previous solution in Little Hangleton.
It's a pity that there is a clone of Voldemort in front of him. This kind of attempt is bound to be very risky.
Sure enough, although it was attached to a Muggle and did not have a wand, this clone of Voldemort obviously mastered a unique way of casting spells.
Tilton waved his palm and aimed his two blood eyes at the blood moon that had been hanging high in the sky.
In an instant, the sky seemed to be covered by a glowing red silk quilt—blood covered the entire sky.
Wriggling red threads began to hang down from above... Like thousands of live worms,
Twisting, constantly trying to connect to the ground, constantly sweeping every place in the mid-air.
McGuffin just stared at the wriggling blood worms for a while, then lost his mind for a while.
Although he immediately reacted and lowered his head not to watch, it was obvious that they could no longer stay in the sky...
No way, he and Moody landed on the ground again with two Muggles.
They were once again surrounded by monsters like living corpses.
"Time is up……"
Tilton let out that shrill, maniacal laugh.
"It's a pity that this scene cannot be shown to the whole world...let all Hogwarts teachers and students see what will happen to those who foolishly defy me."
The eye in the palm of her hand closed slowly...and disappeared.
Instead, above the sky covered by the bloody curtain... two blood eyes opened, like two eerie crescent moons.
In the blood-colored eyeballs, thousands of long worms were floating and wriggling.
They shed streaks of more intense red light.
caught by this light,
McGuffin felt shudderingly that his body was... melting.
No, it's not some kind of bodily illusion,
is happening.
He saw that the zombie monsters that were still surrounding a few people had melted into a puddle of slime.
They turned into slugs made of flesh and blood, squirming on the ground, covered with various writhing, slender worms.
And the few of them were nailed in place, unable to move.
I can only watch helplessly as worms come out of my nostrils and eye sockets bit by bit, feeling my body slowly decomposing, alienating... melting...
McGuffin couldn't bear this ending, he had to act——
But at this moment, that Tilton's eyeless monster suddenly screamed,
"What's going on, why are you here!"
Her voice was so flustered, it was obvious that something had happened that the Voldemort double hadn't expected.
McGuffin turned his head and looked around with difficulty,
Suddenly he saw—
Beside Overland D. Webb's face...no, and the big body has changed,
His figure gradually shrunk, becoming taller and thinner,
The original square face was gradually elongated, and some became older.
The silver-white beard grew quickly, the nose grew, and it seemed to be broken again, and the hair grew longer, also turning silver-white.
Both eyes also turned azure blue.
The man took out a pair of glasses from there, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked at each other with Tilton.
"Oh, is it time?"
The man smiled at them, and said calmly, "However, it's just right. I already know what I should see. It seems that Voldemort has indeed understood the changes in the world, and actively created new spellcasting methods..."
McGuffin, Moody looked helplessly at the old fox in front of him.
Both of them understand how the other feels.
While he was relieved, he also felt that he was the number one idiot in the world.
That man is—
Albus Dumbledore!
This old and cunning old fox had long since turned into Overland D. Webb and hid beside them.
(End of this chapter)
