Chapter 413 Slytherin's Blood Curse

"Hu...Ha-Hu...Ha-" Voldemort fell in pain into a bush, gasping for breath.

The instinct of survival forced him to breathe in fresh air as much as possible, but this did not relieve his physical pain.

The penetrating wound in his chest almost destroyed his heart and lungs. The reason he was still alive was all thanks to the Horcrux and the God's Corpse. The former prevented his soul from being destroyed, and the latter maintained the existence of his body and resisted the erosion of the power of the Les Domain.

Blood flowed out from the big hole in Voldemort's chest. As the blood flowed, Voldemort felt his body gradually getting colder and his consciousness became blurred.

He knew that his condition was extremely bad and he should take action immediately. But in order to escape from the World Cup finals, Voldemort had already drained the last bit of strength in his body, and now he couldn't even move a finger.

Gradually, Voldemort lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort woke up again, feeling as if every blood vessel in his body was burning. But the good news was that his ability to move had been restored.

Voldemort immediately lowered his head and looked at his chest, and found that the hole left by the mysterious strong man was still there, but fortunately the bleeding had stopped.

"Wait a minute!" Voldemort realized something was wrong: Where was the bloody spear? Why did it disappear? How did he survive the excessive blood loss? Was it the effect of the Horcrux?

For a seriously injured and dying person, such a series of questions was a bit too much of a drain on his brain cells. Voldemort simply stopped thinking about these questions. He stood up shakily, tried to move forward a few steps, found a big tree, and lay down against the trunk.

Cast a spell first... Voldemort raised his hand halfway when he realized that he had left his wand in the stadium.

Baixian, I need Baixian!

After discovering that his wand was lost, the second thing Voldemort thought of was distilled water, but unfortunately he did not carry this excellent healing medicine with him - he did not even consider that he might get hurt.

Can the domain help me? Voldemort, desperate, finally thought of the domain. But when he began to try to use the power of the domain, he suffered a severe backlash.

The blood in Voldemort's veins instantly boiled. The blood was so hot that Voldemort's eyes went dark, and the blood in a violent state directly suppressed the power of the domain.

Now Voldemort understood where the bloody spear had gone - it had penetrated into his body and replaced his blood.

Voldemort immediately realized the seriousness of the problem: the mysterious strong man kept his power in his body, which continued to interfere with him. He tried to cast a simple little spell without a wand, but the little spell that used to be easy to cast was now ineffective.

Voldemort suddenly panicked.

The capital of his survival in the wizarding world, which he was most proud of, was shaken.

With magic, he is the dreaded Dark Lord Voldemort. Without magic, he is nothing.

Oh, he could be Tom Riddle, the out-of-school boy who grew up in an orphanage. But Voldemort would rather die than bear the identity of "Tom Riddle".

"Calm down, calm down, it's not a big problem, there must be a solution..." As Voldemort told himself to stay calm, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But after several attempts, Voldemort despaired: he had completely lost his magical ability.

But that's not quite accurate, because the fact that he's still alive is a magical power. Otherwise, a person with a hole in his chest can't be alive and well and worry about losing his current status.

The blood spear condensed the power of Les's domain, and now the spear entered Voldemort's body along the wound on his chest, replacing his original blood. The blood with the power of the domain completely suppressed Voldemort's magic power, blocking the flow of his magic power, thus making Voldemort unable to cast magic.

As for the power of the divine corpse, it was also suppressed by Les's domain power.

Only the power of time can save Voldemort. The only way out for Voldemort is to use the power of God's body to completely consume the domain power left by Les.

Strong beings in other fields can also help speed up this process, but it will bring great pain to Voldemort - this is equivalent to directly using his body as a battlefield for the confrontation between the fields.

This is the blood curse that originated from Salazar Slytherin. It was a good idea that Les came up with after he was extremely disgusted with Voldemort.

After sitting in meditation for a long time, Voldemort gradually regained his ability to move.

He stood up from under the tree, and his blood vessels still felt a tingling pain from time to time, but Voldemort had adapted to his new physical state. Compared with the loss of magic, what was this pain?

'A wand! I need a wand!' Voldemort's needs changed from distilled water to a wand.

When people have a goal, they will become particularly motivated, and Voldemort is no exception. He has no other ideas now, he just wants to get a wand and see how much magic ability he has left.

It's impossible to cast spells without a staff, but it might be possible with a staff.

After figuring it out, Voldemort immediately took action, and his thin figure gradually disappeared into the night.

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Boom, boom!

Several explosions were heard in the library.

The place that was once filled with bookshelves and desks is now just a ruin.

Astoria was buried under a pile of wood chips and seemed to have fainted. The remaining three were not in good condition: Hermione was huddled in a corner, her left arm hanging limply at her side. Her arm was dislocated in a previous explosion.

Cedric's body was covered with a layer of yellow soil, and next to him stood a native who looked exactly like him. Daphne's upper robe was gone, and both of her fists were covered with magma.

Aries wasn't in very good condition either. These little guys were quite good at fighting and caused her a lot of trouble.

But she was a powerful wizard with her own domain after all, and in this long duel, she had the last laugh.

"Unlock the domain and let me out. I recognize your strength." Although she had the upper hand, Aries was still a little anxious: she seemed to have wasted too much time, which was very detrimental to her subsequent plans, so she hoped to end the battle as soon as possible.

"If that little girl doesn't get treated, I'm afraid she'll be in serious trouble." Aries pointed at Astoria under the wood chips. The magic items on this little girl and another silver-haired little girl were very powerful, but fortunately she was more skilled and successfully injured her after exhausting the number of props.

Her strength is excellent, but unfortunately, she is the only person present without a domain, and therefore the weakest.

Hermione sighed: There is still a gap between their strength and that of real domain wizards.

Then there's no way.

"Daphne, use that one." Hermione winked at Daphne, and Daphne understood and immediately crushed the amethyst brooch.

A powerful force suddenly surged out.

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Here is the second update. I will continue writing. Good night everyone~