Chapter 102 I was also called [God]

Daphne waited for a long time, but death did not come.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and then she opened her eyes and found a tall wizard wearing a green wizard's robe and a wizard's hat standing in front of her. Daphne noticed that the sleeves of the wizard's robe were embroidered with silver lace.

As for the spell, it disappeared without a trace.

Standing in the middle of the clearing, Voldemort's facial features became distorted with horror - he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him at all. Why could someone erase his death curse? !

Is it space magic? Or some other deception? Or maybe he used a spell to interfere with his perception?

His brain was racing so fast that his bald head was almost smoking. Just then, the mysterious wizard spoke.

"I have always had a little disagreement with some of my friends. They always think that I am studying black magic, but I think that magic is neither good nor evil, it's just that the people who use it are different." His voice is nice and mature. It was steady yet youthful and gentle, and Daphne felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from it.

The wizard in green robes is of course Les. He caught up with Daphne while they were preparing the fireproof potion, and followed them all the way. He doesn't show up until the end, when Daphne is mortally threatened.

He felt that this trial should come to an end.

"Oh?" Voldemort simply lowered the tip of his wand to the ground and narrowed his eyes. Although there is still a trace of moral rot in this man's words, they are interesting enough. After all, the first half of the sentence alone allows Voldemort to confirm his identity as a dark wizard, and he is still a very capable dark wizard.

"But..." Les changed the topic and made a self-denial: "I now feel that they are right. There is really magic. It reveals evil from beginning to end, which is enough to corrode the soul."

Voldemort snorted coldly, "What did I expect you to say? It turns out that you are just the same as those stupid guys - you haven't even seen Avada Kedavra, have you?"

Les nodded.

Voldemort laughed wildly - although he didn't understand what kind of magic the guy opposite used to block his own death curse, it didn't stop him from laughing at the other person for not even seeing the death curse.

Les suddenly waved his hand, and Voldemort's expression changed.

Just now, Voldemort launched a wave of attacks on Les while laughing. According to his plan, several snakes would suddenly emerge from the ground and wrap around the opponent's ankles, restricting his movement. Then a snake would appear behind him. The puppet made of clay launched a killing blow against him - the killing curse can't do anything to you, so what about pure physical attacks?

As a result, his curse actually dissipated when he got close to him.

Les sighed.

"It seems that you really don't understand this knowledge. It's okay. Let me demonstrate it to you." Before he finished speaking, the ground in the entire room surged and turned into a swamp.

Facing the changes on the ground, Voldemort was calm at first: Although the current scene was huge, it just looked scary. As long as he flew up -

Then his pupils narrowed for a moment due to shock, and he found that the mud under his feet was like strong glue, firmly sticking his feet to the ground.

In other words, he can only become that person's living target now!

He subconsciously raised his wand and fired spells at Les like a barrage of cannons.

Voldemort decided to use offense as defense, trying to reverse his unfavorable situation.

Rice shrugged off the spells. He waved his hand, and some of the magic spells were extinguished while flying toward him, while others were wrapped in mud balls that suddenly flew into the air, fell to the ground, and then "dissolved" in the swamp.

While Voldemort was resisting, the scene in the room kept changing. The first thing that turned into a swamp was mud, then grass and shrubs, and now even the trees were gradually wrapped in mud and became part of the swamp.

The nightmare's movements were not restricted. It quickly ran to Daphne, carried her on its back, and then fled far away. The center of the field was now a battlefield for those two people, and it and a little guy like Daphne couldn't get involved.

"It seems that your generation has never thought about the relationship between spells and magic. Your level of magic is very good, but your understanding of magic is only superficial. In this room, a wizard like you is in front of me. No different than Muggles."

"Arrogant!" Voldemort was furious when he heard that the other party dared to compare himself to a Muggle, but after a few curses, his expression suddenly changed.

"Do you feel it? Your magic power is about to be exhausted - are you a little strange, why is the magic power that has been inexhaustible since becoming a wizard actually one day drying up? It doesn't matter, if you don't understand, you have enough You'll have some time to think about it." Les smiled and snapped his fingers.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?!" Voldemort roared hysterically. He could not understand everything that was happening in front of him. Whether it was the disappearing killing curse, the strange swamp under his feet, or the sudden disappearance of the magic power in his body, it was all incomparable. His past experiences created a huge gap and almost shattered his view of magic.

Les listened quietly to him standing there roaring - Voldemort had fallen into madness, and he no longer even tried to attack himself with magic.

Perhaps because he was overly excited, a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on Voldemort's head. The sweat beads expanded rapidly, from the thickness of hairs to the size of rice grains, and finally turned into droplets the size of soybeans and fell to the ground.

Quirrell's body possessed by Voldemort was like a water bottle with several holes poked in it, water seeping out rapidly. He quickly noticed something strange, and then tried to use magic to stop the loss of water, but to no avail.

When all the sweat was gone, followed by blood, Voldemort could no longer speak and could only let out some incomprehensible roars.

"Why is it impossible? After all, a long time ago, those ignorant Muggles also called me [God]." Les tilted his head and squeezed out the last drop of water from Quirrell's body.

He turned into a complete mummy, even the mummies in the Egyptian desert were wetter than him.

boom!

Realizing that the man in front of him was beyond human power, Voldemort made a prompt decision and detonated all the magic power in Quirrell's body, triggering a huge explosion with astonishing power. He himself restored his state of remnant soul and tried his best to fight to the outside world. escape.

'As long as it can escape, as long as it can escape -' Now it just wants to return to the dense forest of Albania and linger there.

However, even this humble wish is difficult to realize.

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