Chapter 590 Badgers eat snakes, it’s natural
Two dementors gathered together, one ball, no, two black balls of rags floating in the air. The first time they floated out, they turned around to look at their surroundings. The next second, they were I chose to stick together instead of running away.
Because escaping was useless, it wasn't like they hadn't tried, even though this room seemed much bigger than the other room.
What's more, they can feel threatened.
This time there is an old devil!
The surging and dazzling light in the Dementor's perception cannot be ignored.
Looking at the two dementors, who looked like little white rabbits meeting the big bad wolf, Soul felt a little guilty, wondering whether they could still complete the important task of sucking Voldemort into his belly.
I trained these two Dementors too hard some time ago.
So much so that these two dementors felt ptsd when they saw themselves.
But the matter has come to this, the arrow is on the string, whether it is a mule or a horse, it still has to be pulled out for a walk.
"Did you see that crown?" Sur said to the two dementors in a pleasant tone.
Born in Azkaban, they can understand the language of wizards.
When the two dementors heard Sur's voice, they trembled visibly. The stronger one shook up and down. Did he understand?
Regardless of whether they understand it or not, Suer will treat them as if they understand it.
"There are soul fragments inside, I think you can sense it, right?"
The two dementors took a breath, hesitated, and nodded.
"Very good." Soul clapped his hands, "Suck it out, and after this is done, I can send you back to Azkaban."
real or fake?
The two dementors looked at the crown and then at each other. What did the little devil say? Just suck the soul out of that stone and put yourself back?
The thinner Dementor was the first to rock up and down and agreed. It no longer wanted to stay in such a terrible place. It was countless times better in Azkaban than here, although it couldn't eat in Azkaban. Full, but at least we still have something to eat if we take turns, but here...
Just don’t mention it...
Dumbledore stepped back slightly at this moment and stood with Soul. The crown, bathed in gray light, floated there quietly. The two dementors glanced at Soul and slowly floated towards the crown.
They stopped 'walking' when they floated in front of the crown, and got together, with their hoods touching their hoods, as if they were communicating.
In fact, they do communicate.
Dementors are accustomed to sucking the souls of living creatures, but in their career, they have never tried to suck souls from a stone. Of course, this may also be related to the fact that they have never encountered such a situation.
The two dementors obviously couldn't agree on anything, because they had and only one way to absorb souls, which was through their mouthparts.
The mouthparts, which are as long as a mosquito's mouth, slowly approach the gem.
Riddell, who was hiding in the gem, could obviously sense changes in the outside world. He didn't seem to feel any threat from the two Dementors outside. The gray light just surged in the gem, but there was no movement.
"hiss.."
A sound of inhalation drowned out the ticking sound of the clock that sounded from time to time. Following this, the temperature in the air dropped rapidly. Soul immediately waved his wand to isolate the influence of the Dementors and stared at the two men intently. The mouthparts, which are just like the long mouth of a mosquito, touch the center jewel of the crown.
Nothing at all.
Dementors sucked a loneliness?
No, there are still changes. The dementors seem to be eager to leave here, and they are sucking extra hard. Although they seem to be sucking loneliness at first,...
Sur squinted his eyes and saw a subtle layer of gray mist on the gemstone, and these wisps of mist were subtly protruding two small corners.
"Dumbledore!" Riddle said angrily.
Only then did Soul notice that Dumbledore had held the Elder Wand in his hand at some point, with the tip facing the crown jewel.
The two little horns are getting bigger and bigger, and the thin layer of mist is getting thicker and thicker.
"Are you going to do this? Dumbledore!" The mist on the gems was like boiling water, and it could be seen that they were trying their best to restrain the suction of the soul itself from the two long kisses. Riddle came out again. The sound was cold.
"I want to see if you, being restrained, will give up destroying me or give up the lives of your students."
"fiendfyre!" [I really couldn't find out what the spell of the Fierce Fire Curse was, so I had to write it like this. Well, that's pretty much it. 】
A wisp of leaping gray flame emerged from the gem, and it swallowed up the armor not far behind the crown in its first bite.
The armor melted silently. This chaotic area was an ideal environment for Li Huo to grow stronger, but now there was obviously no time for Li Huo to grow stronger. Riddell controlled Li Huo, and the thin gray flames expanded rapidly and condensed. , finally formed into a snake and pounced in the direction of Sur.
At this time, Riddle let out a strange cry, and because he was distracted from releasing the fire control spell, he got closer to the two long kisses.
Dumbledore stared intently, and moved his wrist slightly to the left, seemingly not worried that the snake formed by the fierce fire would cause any trouble to Sur.
Riddle's face was so full of calculations that he wanted to threaten Dumbledore with Soul's life. He didn't think that a child who was still in school could resist the fierce fire.
"Dumbledore, in order to destroy me, you decided to give up the life of your own student?" Riddle's voice showed rare panic.
"You are too confident, Riddle. This is your most fatal flaw." Dumbledore said calmly, while also secretly increasing his strength.
Oh, in fact, if it is the fierce fire released by the real, complete Voldemort, it may be difficult for Sur to resist it now, but if it is the fierce fire released by a part of the soul fragment---
"All curses end!"
A ray of golden light emerged from the tip of Sur's raised staff. With the infusion of magic power, it quickly grew in size and exploded into a dazzling golden light. The golden light greeted the gray flame snake that rushed towards it.
Either mentally or unintentionally, Soul had long been prepared for Riddle to counterattack, at the moment he used magic to invade his brain.
"squeak----"
A sharp neighing sound sounded.
Thank you, Voldemort, for this is the first time in my life that I have heard the cry of fire---
The golden light gradually faded, and a pure golden little badger pressed its claws on the slender body of the Fire Snake, biting down sharply with its shining golden teeth.
As we all know, snakes are on top of a badger's diet.
