Chapter 626
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 626
"Moody!" Fudge exclaimed in surprise.
The unexpected reinforcements reassured him a lot.
Fudge walked over directly, but when he got close to Moody, he found the golden ring in Moody's eye socket with a strange red flame,
The black eye sockets immediately made him take a step back, and stood there hesitantly.
Most of the others gasped when they saw Moody's 'dress'.
Even looking at the red flame like this, they can feel the skin on their bodies melting, and the magic power is leaping toward each other...
This……
This magic, this magic... they had never heard of it.
"Moody! You—" Fujizha asked in a different place.
Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, although he hurriedly leaned over and looked at Moody's weird eye sockets,
But he just sighed heavily, "It seems that the top is not so easy, Moody, you actually used this thing..."
"Hmm!" Moody replied vaguely,
"There are also a lot of troubles above! But fortunately, relying on the magic attached to this strange ring... it can be barely solved..."
"Scrimgeour! It's alright, you can come down now..."
Come on, he turned around and shouted directly in the direction where he fell.
Everyone was very strange and looked up.
Still covered with a thin layer of black mist, people can not see clearly.
Seeing this, Dumbledore waved his wand directly, and summoned the huge silver phoenix again, directly breaking through the layer of black mist above it.
But it caused a burst of cold air in the crowd, and everyone stared at Mad-Eye Moody with nervous eyes.
Above the rock wall, behind the black mist... is a mouth densely covered with granulation, which is very terrifying and penetrating.
The soft and fleshy teeth on it are constantly rotating and wriggling... If you look at it vaguely, it looks like a huge chrysanthemum that has been disabled.
Very big, this thing is about the size of a three-story building.
When everyone was deeply disgusted and panicked.
Pfft - prick!
After a sound, the edge of the fleshy mouth began to squirm,
After cucu twice, several guys were sprayed out.
Aurors of Scrimgeour, and some others.
"Scrimgeour! How did you get down..." Fudge didn't have time to ask what the disgusting thing on it was.
This was not the original plan.
Scrimgeour's coming down not only means that Fudge's greatest contribution to this operation will be shared half by this guy, but also means that something unexpected must have happened above, otherwise, he would not have come down so recklessly, or through such a disgusting way.
Scrimgeour looked around with an extremely gloomy expression, and after finding Fudge, he walked over waving his arms hard.
After he hugged Fudge awkwardly, he seemed to whisper something in his ear.
Fudge, who was still annoyed at first, became gloomy immediately after hearing this.
Scrimgeour didn't say much.
He just told Fudge that the Muggle asylum up there...was a complete trap.
One-tenth of the Aurors have been killed because of this, and not even the bones survive.
Originally, Scrimgeour wanted Fudge to give the order to evacuate as soon as possible, so that everyone could rest up before returning.
But he didn't consider this action, Fudge put all his political life on it...
If it is cancelled, then he will definitely be over.
So now Fudge didn't even have time to be angry about it, he was very flustered, he was eager to solve this matter, to save the development of the matter...
However, just when Fudge was extremely anxious.
An unexpected guy helped him a lot,
Voldemort didn't seem to have really left here.
He seemed to notice Moody too, and the special magic in his eyes.
After a sharp scream, the thick fog began to gather in midair, merging... into a huge, long and narrow snake face.
The black mist churned and condensed,
Those two huge red eyes floated inside, emitting a penetrating red light.
"Look... what I saw!"
"A thief! Stolen a ring from me. Didn't someone tell you...isn't it easy to take other people's things?"
After Voldemort hissed sharply, the huge mask floating in the air...immediately dispersed a black mist, sweeping towards Moody.
Huh - Huh.
The air exploded, and the speed was fast, and one could tell from the sound... this thing was not a joke.
Dumbledore, Fudge originally planned to shoot.
But with a wave of Moody's hand, the huge 'chrysanthemum' meat worm above suddenly fell, almost smashing the black mist...even the giant mask it was wearing to pieces.
The ground trembled, and the entire crypt trembled.
The passage that Moody and the others came down was actually a huge worm like an earthworm. Its mouth full of granulation was spinning and tearing the black mist above it...
"Stop it! Moody...you have to calm down!"
Dumbledore did not know when he had come to Moody's side. His eyes were very stern, and he raised his wand very warily, looking at Moody.
"Sir... Dumbledore..."
Moody clenched his fists, and his entire face was covered with blood vessels spreading all over.
Those blood vessels were still emitting a strange golden-red light, as if infected by the golden ring in his eye socket.
"I understand! Let me do the rest... You can't use magic anymore, until you take this thing out..."
Dumbledore said very strongly.
"Okay...okay..."
Before Moody could say a few more words, his knees suddenly gave way, and he knelt down on the ground, leaning forward... It looked like he was about to fall.
Dumbledore hurriedly pointed at his wand and held it up.
"What the hell is going on here? Moody, he..." Fudge asked loudly.
As he spoke, he held his wand around to guard against Voldemort who had disappeared.
But Voldemort obviously didn't want to expose his true identity because of what he discarded.
The black mist that had been torn into pieces reconstituted the huge face again.
Voldemort looked down at the crowd, but mainly at Dumbledore and Moody who had passed out.
He said sneeringly again, "Dumbledore, make that idiot... stop squawking like a Muggle clown..."
"I have to say, you guys are much more daring than I imagined, you dare to implant in your body... to cast this kind of magic..."
"Exactly, I need such an experimental product that still has intelligence."
Aginbad, Aha, Qi Guohua, and Egilbert Vannert all quietly leaned over, listening to Voldemort's words, and looking at Moody's change...
They have never seen this kind of magic, according to their intuition... this must be very important.
That's why Dumbledore and Voldemort paid so much attention to it.
"Dumbledore, remember the first time we met...Did you tell me what you told me? Now, I'll give you back what I said...Don't be a thief, return my things..."
"Your stuff? This belongs to the Marvolo family..."
"I am the most orthodox successor of Slytherin..." The huge face in the sky, illuminated by the fluorescent spells on the tips of everyone's wands, showed an extremely exaggerated sense of anger.
Dumbledore replied, "This is the trophy."
Then he stopped mentioning it, as if he saw something.
This made the face on the top even more angry, it roared, and finally rushed directly to the place where the fallen flesh worm was.
After Moody passed out from a coma, that thing automatically disintegrated into a fleshy spider web with eight pillars, with many roaring heads hanging in a row.
This thing is also very huge, with a height of one or two floors, occupying almost a fifth or sixth of the site of this huge cave.
It is composed of bones, flesh and blood, and some bright green magic power.
I don't know how Moody ordered the monster just now.
However, when the black mist roared and injected the thing directly like an injection,
Everything changed drastically.
boom!
The black mist that was originally as thick as oil in the entire cave gathered in a short period of time, and all of them were concentrated on the fleshy spider web.
Flesh, bones, black mist, and a spider web composed of green and strange magic power... Like a wildly growing plant, or some kind of moss lichen, it expands and expands in an instant, constantly eroding all the land, rock walls, and domes in this cave.
In a short time, it occupied the entire cave, spreading the much smaller spider web to Dumbledore's feet.
Even if it's not clear what this thing means, everyone knows...it's not a good thing.
They hurriedly floated themselves in mid-air, not to touch this weird spider web.
"Hahahaha!"
For some reason, this voice didn't sound like Voldemort's ear-piercing laughter, but instead became a little more wretched and timid after being transformed.
When everyone left the ground, only Dumbledore and Moody, who had passed out, were still standing there.
It's strange to say that this weird spider web can actually bully the weak and fear the strong.
It actually bypassed the two of them directly, leaving a large open space there.
"Dune desert soil!"
Dumbledore waved his wand and said a spell coldly,
Following his incantation, the ground in this cave unexpectedly began to dry and crack extremely quickly, smashing into pieces... dust was flying up.
Sandstorm is coming!
- huh - huh!
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, everyone was plunged into darkness almost instantly. The people who were originally floating in the sky were almost swept away.
When Dumbledore lifted the curse, the original weird spider webs were directly pressed down by the sky full of yellow sand.
Others, however, were not much better off.
They rummaged through the sand, pulled out their heads, and drilled right out of the bottom of the dune.
And those black mist, weird spider webs, flesh and blood monsters... were all covered by the sky full of yellow sand.
"Ah!—Pooh! Pooh!"
Fudge flapped his ears and spat out the sand in his mouth. When he looked up, he saw Dumbledore confronting a little wizard.
It was Wormtail.
—Peter Pettigrew.
This greatly exceeded his expectations.
In other words, it exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Peter Pettigrew, you...traitor!"
"Pooh!"
Fudge spurned this ugly little wizard in disgust, and it is not possible to say whether it was because Voldemort's disappearance made him feel extremely annoyed and disappointed... that's why he behaved like this.
Scrimgeour looked at Fudge. Even if power makes people crazy, Fudge is too crazy.
It looked like he was looking forward to Voldemort's reappearance, and he didn't care about other people, even his own life.
But more people present... such as Dumbledore, still staring at the motionless Wormtail Pettigrew Peter standing on the high sand dune.
Wormtail has a fake hand that glows silver-red.
That hand was holding a wand, and from there... strips of silver-red filaments of the same luster spread and eroded his entire body.
Wormtail's ugly, bald face was even more difficult to look at. (Dense and scary lines all over the place)
But he was indifferent, just holding his wand expressionlessly.
Like a clockwork puppet.
It makes people feel that the sandstorm that Dumbledore summoned just now directly destroyed this guy's mind.
After Dumbledore took a look at Moody, he handed him over to Scrimgeour's care, and then he strode directly towards Wormtail.
Everyone followed suit.
When they got closer, the people present noticed that Wormtail's eyeballs trembled slightly and opened wide.
It wasn't Bellatrix's bloodthirsty frenzy, nor was it numb and emotionless indifference, but a kind of panic and despair that didn't match his current external performance.
"Dumbledore, why do I think this is..." Before the Egyptian wizard Aha Said asked anything.
The ground began to shake again,
The sand dunes that were originally very stable began to flow slowly, sinking downward...
The faster the sinking, the more intense the movement...
The exclamation of the crowd, the collision between the violent flow of sand and gravel, and the huge muffled sound of the 'turbulent waves' in the sand...
A black mist directly exploded the sand dunes, bringing with it bursts of sand and rain, gushing out from various places... like an oil drilling hole,
Streams of thick black mist merged again in the air, spinning... as if they were looking for something to confirm.
Finally it charged directly and attached itself to Wormtail.
All this happened in a flash, and even Dumbledore had no time to react.
The silver-red light on Wormtail's body was gradually dyed a layer of black, like the color texture of blackened silver.
His face began to melt in a real sense, like a candle being baked.
Gradually softened, collapsed,... lumps of flesh and blood fell down in puddles.
In the end, his entire face was like a skull covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood.
The eyeballs in the eye sockets have completely turned into... two pitch-black ones, with only a trace of thin strips of red spots.
Even if Dumbledore didn't explain, everyone understood that the traitor in front of him had been completely abandoned by Voldemort...or he was being squeezed into tea dregs, using the last bit of value.
No more nonsense, following the monster's roar.
The ground began to shake again, and the unfinished fight began again.
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"Moody!" Fudge exclaimed in surprise.
The unexpected reinforcements reassured him a lot.
Fudge walked over directly, but when he got close to Moody, he found the golden ring in Moody's eye socket with a strange red flame,
The black eye sockets immediately made him take a step back, and stood there hesitantly.
Most of the others gasped when they saw Moody's 'dress'.
Even looking at the red flame like this, they can feel the skin on their bodies melting, and the magic power is leaping toward each other...
This……
This magic, this magic... they had never heard of it.
"Moody! You—" Fujizha asked in a different place.
Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, although he hurriedly leaned over and looked at Moody's weird eye sockets,
But he just sighed heavily, "It seems that the top is not so easy, Moody, you actually used this thing..."
"Hmm!" Moody replied vaguely,
"There are also a lot of troubles above! But fortunately, relying on the magic attached to this strange ring... it can be barely solved..."
"Scrimgeour! It's alright, you can come down now..."
Come on, he turned around and shouted directly in the direction where he fell.
Everyone was very strange and looked up.
Still covered with a thin layer of black mist, people can not see clearly.
Seeing this, Dumbledore waved his wand directly, and summoned the huge silver phoenix again, directly breaking through the layer of black mist above it.
But it caused a burst of cold air in the crowd, and everyone stared at Mad-Eye Moody with nervous eyes.
Above the rock wall, behind the black mist... is a mouth densely covered with granulation, which is very terrifying and penetrating.
The soft and fleshy teeth on it are constantly rotating and wriggling... If you look at it vaguely, it looks like a huge chrysanthemum that has been disabled.
Very big, this thing is about the size of a three-story building.
When everyone was deeply disgusted and panicked.
Pfft - prick!
After a sound, the edge of the fleshy mouth began to squirm,
After cucu twice, several guys were sprayed out.
Aurors of Scrimgeour, and some others.
"Scrimgeour! How did you get down..." Fudge didn't have time to ask what the disgusting thing on it was.
This was not the original plan.
Scrimgeour's coming down not only means that Fudge's greatest contribution to this operation will be shared half by this guy, but also means that something unexpected must have happened above, otherwise, he would not have come down so recklessly, or through such a disgusting way.
Scrimgeour looked around with an extremely gloomy expression, and after finding Fudge, he walked over waving his arms hard.
After he hugged Fudge awkwardly, he seemed to whisper something in his ear.
Fudge, who was still annoyed at first, became gloomy immediately after hearing this.
Scrimgeour didn't say much.
He just told Fudge that the Muggle asylum up there...was a complete trap.
One-tenth of the Aurors have been killed because of this, and not even the bones survive.
Originally, Scrimgeour wanted Fudge to give the order to evacuate as soon as possible, so that everyone could rest up before returning.
But he didn't consider this action, Fudge put all his political life on it...
If it is cancelled, then he will definitely be over.
So now Fudge didn't even have time to be angry about it, he was very flustered, he was eager to solve this matter, to save the development of the matter...
However, just when Fudge was extremely anxious.
An unexpected guy helped him a lot,
Voldemort didn't seem to have really left here.
He seemed to notice Moody too, and the special magic in his eyes.
After a sharp scream, the thick fog began to gather in midair, merging... into a huge, long and narrow snake face.
The black mist churned and condensed,
Those two huge red eyes floated inside, emitting a penetrating red light.
"Look... what I saw!"
"A thief! Stolen a ring from me. Didn't someone tell you...isn't it easy to take other people's things?"
After Voldemort hissed sharply, the huge mask floating in the air...immediately dispersed a black mist, sweeping towards Moody.
Huh - Huh.
The air exploded, and the speed was fast, and one could tell from the sound... this thing was not a joke.
Dumbledore, Fudge originally planned to shoot.
But with a wave of Moody's hand, the huge 'chrysanthemum' meat worm above suddenly fell, almost smashing the black mist...even the giant mask it was wearing to pieces.
The ground trembled, and the entire crypt trembled.
The passage that Moody and the others came down was actually a huge worm like an earthworm. Its mouth full of granulation was spinning and tearing the black mist above it...
"Stop it! Moody...you have to calm down!"
Dumbledore did not know when he had come to Moody's side. His eyes were very stern, and he raised his wand very warily, looking at Moody.
"Sir... Dumbledore..."
Moody clenched his fists, and his entire face was covered with blood vessels spreading all over.
Those blood vessels were still emitting a strange golden-red light, as if infected by the golden ring in his eye socket.
"I understand! Let me do the rest... You can't use magic anymore, until you take this thing out..."
Dumbledore said very strongly.
"Okay...okay..."
Before Moody could say a few more words, his knees suddenly gave way, and he knelt down on the ground, leaning forward... It looked like he was about to fall.
Dumbledore hurriedly pointed at his wand and held it up.
"What the hell is going on here? Moody, he..." Fudge asked loudly.
As he spoke, he held his wand around to guard against Voldemort who had disappeared.
But Voldemort obviously didn't want to expose his true identity because of what he discarded.
The black mist that had been torn into pieces reconstituted the huge face again.
Voldemort looked down at the crowd, but mainly at Dumbledore and Moody who had passed out.
He said sneeringly again, "Dumbledore, make that idiot... stop squawking like a Muggle clown..."
"I have to say, you guys are much more daring than I imagined, you dare to implant in your body... to cast this kind of magic..."
"Exactly, I need such an experimental product that still has intelligence."
Aginbad, Aha, Qi Guohua, and Egilbert Vannert all quietly leaned over, listening to Voldemort's words, and looking at Moody's change...
They have never seen this kind of magic, according to their intuition... this must be very important.
That's why Dumbledore and Voldemort paid so much attention to it.
"Dumbledore, remember the first time we met...Did you tell me what you told me? Now, I'll give you back what I said...Don't be a thief, return my things..."
"Your stuff? This belongs to the Marvolo family..."
"I am the most orthodox successor of Slytherin..." The huge face in the sky, illuminated by the fluorescent spells on the tips of everyone's wands, showed an extremely exaggerated sense of anger.
Dumbledore replied, "This is the trophy."
Then he stopped mentioning it, as if he saw something.
This made the face on the top even more angry, it roared, and finally rushed directly to the place where the fallen flesh worm was.
After Moody passed out from a coma, that thing automatically disintegrated into a fleshy spider web with eight pillars, with many roaring heads hanging in a row.
This thing is also very huge, with a height of one or two floors, occupying almost a fifth or sixth of the site of this huge cave.
It is composed of bones, flesh and blood, and some bright green magic power.
I don't know how Moody ordered the monster just now.
However, when the black mist roared and injected the thing directly like an injection,
Everything changed drastically.
boom!
The black mist that was originally as thick as oil in the entire cave gathered in a short period of time, and all of them were concentrated on the fleshy spider web.
Flesh, bones, black mist, and a spider web composed of green and strange magic power... Like a wildly growing plant, or some kind of moss lichen, it expands and expands in an instant, constantly eroding all the land, rock walls, and domes in this cave.
In a short time, it occupied the entire cave, spreading the much smaller spider web to Dumbledore's feet.
Even if it's not clear what this thing means, everyone knows...it's not a good thing.
They hurriedly floated themselves in mid-air, not to touch this weird spider web.
"Hahahaha!"
For some reason, this voice didn't sound like Voldemort's ear-piercing laughter, but instead became a little more wretched and timid after being transformed.
When everyone left the ground, only Dumbledore and Moody, who had passed out, were still standing there.
It's strange to say that this weird spider web can actually bully the weak and fear the strong.
It actually bypassed the two of them directly, leaving a large open space there.
"Dune desert soil!"
Dumbledore waved his wand and said a spell coldly,
Following his incantation, the ground in this cave unexpectedly began to dry and crack extremely quickly, smashing into pieces... dust was flying up.
Sandstorm is coming!
- huh - huh!
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, everyone was plunged into darkness almost instantly. The people who were originally floating in the sky were almost swept away.
When Dumbledore lifted the curse, the original weird spider webs were directly pressed down by the sky full of yellow sand.
Others, however, were not much better off.
They rummaged through the sand, pulled out their heads, and drilled right out of the bottom of the dune.
And those black mist, weird spider webs, flesh and blood monsters... were all covered by the sky full of yellow sand.
"Ah!—Pooh! Pooh!"
Fudge flapped his ears and spat out the sand in his mouth. When he looked up, he saw Dumbledore confronting a little wizard.
It was Wormtail.
—Peter Pettigrew.
This greatly exceeded his expectations.
In other words, it exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Peter Pettigrew, you...traitor!"
"Pooh!"
Fudge spurned this ugly little wizard in disgust, and it is not possible to say whether it was because Voldemort's disappearance made him feel extremely annoyed and disappointed... that's why he behaved like this.
Scrimgeour looked at Fudge. Even if power makes people crazy, Fudge is too crazy.
It looked like he was looking forward to Voldemort's reappearance, and he didn't care about other people, even his own life.
But more people present... such as Dumbledore, still staring at the motionless Wormtail Pettigrew Peter standing on the high sand dune.
Wormtail has a fake hand that glows silver-red.
That hand was holding a wand, and from there... strips of silver-red filaments of the same luster spread and eroded his entire body.
Wormtail's ugly, bald face was even more difficult to look at. (Dense and scary lines all over the place)
But he was indifferent, just holding his wand expressionlessly.
Like a clockwork puppet.
It makes people feel that the sandstorm that Dumbledore summoned just now directly destroyed this guy's mind.
After Dumbledore took a look at Moody, he handed him over to Scrimgeour's care, and then he strode directly towards Wormtail.
Everyone followed suit.
When they got closer, the people present noticed that Wormtail's eyeballs trembled slightly and opened wide.
It wasn't Bellatrix's bloodthirsty frenzy, nor was it numb and emotionless indifference, but a kind of panic and despair that didn't match his current external performance.
"Dumbledore, why do I think this is..." Before the Egyptian wizard Aha Said asked anything.
The ground began to shake again,
The sand dunes that were originally very stable began to flow slowly, sinking downward...
The faster the sinking, the more intense the movement...
The exclamation of the crowd, the collision between the violent flow of sand and gravel, and the huge muffled sound of the 'turbulent waves' in the sand...
A black mist directly exploded the sand dunes, bringing with it bursts of sand and rain, gushing out from various places... like an oil drilling hole,
Streams of thick black mist merged again in the air, spinning... as if they were looking for something to confirm.
Finally it charged directly and attached itself to Wormtail.
All this happened in a flash, and even Dumbledore had no time to react.
The silver-red light on Wormtail's body was gradually dyed a layer of black, like the color texture of blackened silver.
His face began to melt in a real sense, like a candle being baked.
Gradually softened, collapsed,... lumps of flesh and blood fell down in puddles.
In the end, his entire face was like a skull covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood.
The eyeballs in the eye sockets have completely turned into... two pitch-black ones, with only a trace of thin strips of red spots.
Even if Dumbledore didn't explain, everyone understood that the traitor in front of him had been completely abandoned by Voldemort...or he was being squeezed into tea dregs, using the last bit of value.
No more nonsense, following the monster's roar.
The ground began to shake again, and the unfinished fight began again.
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