Chapter 623 The Fall
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
In the previous collisions, no matter how slow Voldemort was, he now realized that Tver had never used his full strength against him.
In other words, he has no intention of killing himself!
Therefore, if there is anything that Voldemort is not willing to accept, it must be that the two sides have been fighting wits and courage for so long, and he has never seen Tweel attack with all his strength!
As for whether Tver's strength has improved too quickly, giving Voldemort the illusion that he still retains his strength...
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
No matter how talented a wizard is, it is impossible for him to progress so fast after reaching the top of his strength!
Voldemort would rather believe that Tver was hiding his age than admit that his talent is not as good as his!
Tver did not know what Voldemort was thinking, but was looking at him with interest.
Being able to escape from that magic unharmed proves that Voldemort is not like everyone thinks, only likes to use powerful magic.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Voldemort can solve most situations without using protective magic.
Unfortunately, they are not on the same road after all.
Tver thought with a little regret.
"The look in your eyes is not very polite."
Voldemort's figure emerged from the dust in the sky, the wand in his hand raised high, as if condensing something.
"I was just thinking about what kind of funeral I should prepare for you..."
Before Tweel finished speaking, Voldemort swung his arm violently, turning his arm 180 degrees, and the wand instantly pointed to the ground.
"Rumble..."
The earth trembled as if there was a prehistoric giant beast hiding in it, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the soil, revealing its sharp saw teeth!
"Bam—"
The soil layer in front of Tver suddenly cracked, and an ugly and huge head suddenly jumped out of it, its mouth wide open, full of earthy smell, at a speed that no one could react-
Bite it down!
"boom--"
The giant snake was not satisfied. After swallowing Tver from top to bottom, its power not only did not weaken at all, but even hit the ground with an even more violent impact!
The whole snake formed a strange semicircle, with a body mixed with various rocks extending from the crack on one side, and the head on the other side, even if it was squeezed out of shape on the ground, was determined to submerge Tver.
The roaring sound was endless, and in the blink of an eye, Dumbledore only took one step forward, and the place where Tver was originally turned into a solid hill!
"This……"
Even if he trusted in Tver's strength, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a little worried.
too fast!
The magic used by Voldemort is not difficult to understand. It is mainly transfiguration, supplemented by a variety of strengthening and strengthening magic.
Maybe it was due to preparation in advance, but the release was so fast that there was almost no time to react!
What's even more worrying is that under Dumbledore's intent observation, he clearly saw that Tver did not use Apparition to escape!
Dumbledore can only guess now that Tver has his own solution.
However, compared to their worried looks, Hermione had been paying attention to the hill made of squeezed soil.
"That hill is breathing?!"
She didn't speak loudly, but it was very noticeable in the quiet environment.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Voldemort's face stopped and he quickly turned his attention to the hill.
Sure enough, the hill seemed to come alive, swelling slightly.
Not only that, Voldemort, who was more observant, discovered that the soil on the hill was drying out at an extremely fast speed, as if there was an oven roasting some delicious food.
"Crack...knock..."
Soon, the surface of the soil became crispy, cracked and cracked into pieces of armor-like coating, which fell to the ground and exploded into pieces.
No, the heat is generated from within!
Seeing the flames leaping in the crack, Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened.
He has realized how Tver resisted this magic!
"boom—"
With a loud noise, the hill suddenly exploded, and with the debris flying, naturally Tver's iconic blue-purple flames!
Do not!
Voldemort took a closer look and realized that what was different from the previous flames was that the flames surrounding Tver turned into clusters of flames!
To a certain extent, Tver seems to be among flowers, but these flowers have fatal destructive power!
"Use my magic to hide your own magic underground. Although it took a long time to prepare, the effect is really good. I give it full marks."
Tver's smile gradually appeared under the flames, but Draco on the sidelines looked at it and immediately held a second of silence for Voldemort.
"It's over. The professor is angry. Voldemort is probably dead."
With his rich experience in being punished, he made the most certain judgment so far.
Voldemort didn't know Draco's psychological activities, but it was obvious that the keen sense he had developed over the years allowed him to smell a strong smell of danger!
"Armor protection!"
This was the first time that Voldemort had used the Iron Armor Curse in front of everyone, but with just a brief cast, everyone saw his amazing attainments in this magic.
The dull shield was like a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light with a strange distortion.
It was at this moment that Tver waved his hand and pointed directly at Voldemort!
After receiving the instruction, the small flames all over the body suddenly expanded into a large fireball.
If it was a pure flame before, now it is more like a blue-purple little devil leaping in the air, grinning!
And the prey is Voldemort who is protected by the black shield!
However, the flames did not rush forward like the previous spikes. Instead, they seemed to have consciousness and flexibly jumped out of the black shield, looking for every loophole that could be attacked.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Facing the flexible fireballs that covered the sky and the sun, Voldemort could only release black shields one after another to resist attacks from all directions!
Voldemort frowned and looked at the shattered fireballs around him. The sparks on them were like flowers from hell, with a deadly elegance.
There are too many fireballs and they are too flexible!
Almost every second, fireballs covering all directions would attack him. What was even more frightening was that these fireballs formed a rhythm that overwhelmed him, as if they were a machine that could never go wrong.
And if he makes one mistake, he will be instantly drowned by the fireball!
"It's over."
Terver's cold voice suddenly came from behind, and the pupils of Voldemort's eyes instantly dilated, before an unpleasant feeling could well up in his heart——
"Boom!"
Everyone saw an extremely dazzling light flashing out from the professor's wand. Before closing their eyes, they could only see the majestic flames like a dragon swallowing Voldemort instantly.
After a long time, Harry felt his eyes became more comfortable, and he couldn't wait to open them.
On the field, the professor still pointed at the wand, while Voldemort's black robe was glowing with sparks, eroding small holes.
More importantly, he collapsed to the ground helplessly. As his vitality passed, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his body gradually collapsed...
In other words, he has no intention of killing himself!
Therefore, if there is anything that Voldemort is not willing to accept, it must be that the two sides have been fighting wits and courage for so long, and he has never seen Tweel attack with all his strength!
As for whether Tver's strength has improved too quickly, giving Voldemort the illusion that he still retains his strength...
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
No matter how talented a wizard is, it is impossible for him to progress so fast after reaching the top of his strength!
Voldemort would rather believe that Tver was hiding his age than admit that his talent is not as good as his!
Tver did not know what Voldemort was thinking, but was looking at him with interest.
Being able to escape from that magic unharmed proves that Voldemort is not like everyone thinks, only likes to use powerful magic.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Voldemort can solve most situations without using protective magic.
Unfortunately, they are not on the same road after all.
Tver thought with a little regret.
"The look in your eyes is not very polite."
Voldemort's figure emerged from the dust in the sky, the wand in his hand raised high, as if condensing something.
"I was just thinking about what kind of funeral I should prepare for you..."
Before Tweel finished speaking, Voldemort swung his arm violently, turning his arm 180 degrees, and the wand instantly pointed to the ground.
"Rumble..."
The earth trembled as if there was a prehistoric giant beast hiding in it, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the soil, revealing its sharp saw teeth!
"Bam—"
The soil layer in front of Tver suddenly cracked, and an ugly and huge head suddenly jumped out of it, its mouth wide open, full of earthy smell, at a speed that no one could react-
Bite it down!
"boom--"
The giant snake was not satisfied. After swallowing Tver from top to bottom, its power not only did not weaken at all, but even hit the ground with an even more violent impact!
The whole snake formed a strange semicircle, with a body mixed with various rocks extending from the crack on one side, and the head on the other side, even if it was squeezed out of shape on the ground, was determined to submerge Tver.
The roaring sound was endless, and in the blink of an eye, Dumbledore only took one step forward, and the place where Tver was originally turned into a solid hill!
"This……"
Even if he trusted in Tver's strength, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a little worried.
too fast!
The magic used by Voldemort is not difficult to understand. It is mainly transfiguration, supplemented by a variety of strengthening and strengthening magic.
Maybe it was due to preparation in advance, but the release was so fast that there was almost no time to react!
What's even more worrying is that under Dumbledore's intent observation, he clearly saw that Tver did not use Apparition to escape!
Dumbledore can only guess now that Tver has his own solution.
However, compared to their worried looks, Hermione had been paying attention to the hill made of squeezed soil.
"That hill is breathing?!"
She didn't speak loudly, but it was very noticeable in the quiet environment.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Voldemort's face stopped and he quickly turned his attention to the hill.
Sure enough, the hill seemed to come alive, swelling slightly.
Not only that, Voldemort, who was more observant, discovered that the soil on the hill was drying out at an extremely fast speed, as if there was an oven roasting some delicious food.
"Crack...knock..."
Soon, the surface of the soil became crispy, cracked and cracked into pieces of armor-like coating, which fell to the ground and exploded into pieces.
No, the heat is generated from within!
Seeing the flames leaping in the crack, Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened.
He has realized how Tver resisted this magic!
"boom—"
With a loud noise, the hill suddenly exploded, and with the debris flying, naturally Tver's iconic blue-purple flames!
Do not!
Voldemort took a closer look and realized that what was different from the previous flames was that the flames surrounding Tver turned into clusters of flames!
To a certain extent, Tver seems to be among flowers, but these flowers have fatal destructive power!
"Use my magic to hide your own magic underground. Although it took a long time to prepare, the effect is really good. I give it full marks."
Tver's smile gradually appeared under the flames, but Draco on the sidelines looked at it and immediately held a second of silence for Voldemort.
"It's over. The professor is angry. Voldemort is probably dead."
With his rich experience in being punished, he made the most certain judgment so far.
Voldemort didn't know Draco's psychological activities, but it was obvious that the keen sense he had developed over the years allowed him to smell a strong smell of danger!
"Armor protection!"
This was the first time that Voldemort had used the Iron Armor Curse in front of everyone, but with just a brief cast, everyone saw his amazing attainments in this magic.
The dull shield was like a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light with a strange distortion.
It was at this moment that Tver waved his hand and pointed directly at Voldemort!
After receiving the instruction, the small flames all over the body suddenly expanded into a large fireball.
If it was a pure flame before, now it is more like a blue-purple little devil leaping in the air, grinning!
And the prey is Voldemort who is protected by the black shield!
However, the flames did not rush forward like the previous spikes. Instead, they seemed to have consciousness and flexibly jumped out of the black shield, looking for every loophole that could be attacked.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Facing the flexible fireballs that covered the sky and the sun, Voldemort could only release black shields one after another to resist attacks from all directions!
Voldemort frowned and looked at the shattered fireballs around him. The sparks on them were like flowers from hell, with a deadly elegance.
There are too many fireballs and they are too flexible!
Almost every second, fireballs covering all directions would attack him. What was even more frightening was that these fireballs formed a rhythm that overwhelmed him, as if they were a machine that could never go wrong.
And if he makes one mistake, he will be instantly drowned by the fireball!
"It's over."
Terver's cold voice suddenly came from behind, and the pupils of Voldemort's eyes instantly dilated, before an unpleasant feeling could well up in his heart——
"Boom!"
Everyone saw an extremely dazzling light flashing out from the professor's wand. Before closing their eyes, they could only see the majestic flames like a dragon swallowing Voldemort instantly.
After a long time, Harry felt his eyes became more comfortable, and he couldn't wait to open them.
On the field, the professor still pointed at the wand, while Voldemort's black robe was glowing with sparks, eroding small holes.
More importantly, he collapsed to the ground helplessly. As his vitality passed, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his body gradually collapsed...
