Chapter 241 Voldemort Escapes
"How dare you share the world with me?" The corners of Hephis' mouth were harder to suppress than AK's.
Voldemort's face was distorted. "What did you say?"
"In your heyday, you couldn't even conquer the British wizarding world. How dare you say you can conquer the entire world?"
Hephis's tone was calm, without a trace of sarcasm.
Voldemort screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Hephis didn't even move, as a silver-white shield that had condensed into substance appeared in front of him, blocking the green light.
Green light hit it and sparks flew.
"Are you so angry that you are embarrassed?"
"If I kill you, everything will belong to me."
Voldemort waved his wand, and the sky was torn apart by a black light, turning into a sky full of poisonous snakes, hissing and attacking Hephaestus.
Hephis snapped his fingers.
Those poisonous snakes turned into crystal ice sculptures in mid-air, and then turned into ice crystals and dissipated.
Voldemort's lips moved, and he whispered an ancient and unknown spell, "Hellbound!"
The cemetery was instantly shrouded in a deep darkness, and even the moonlight was completely blocked out.
A large number of black threads intertwined and entangled Hephaestus, trying to bind him in the darkness.
A dazzling silver light burst out from Hephaestus's body, and his "Iron Armor" expanded directly from its body-hugging state.
It transformed into a ten-foot-tall silver giant, enveloping him.
No matter how the black silk is cut, it cannot be shaken at all.
He waved in Harry's direction, and a circle of golden and red light appeared under Harry's feet.
Harry fell right in, out of the battlefield.
"Soul Tremor!" Voldemort's roar sounded again.
The tip of his wand gathered into a huge black vortex, and countless vengeful spirits imprisoned inside swept towards Hephaest.
The voices of these evil spirits are shrill, and are mixed with a strange wave that can tear a person's soul apart.
A black hole space also appeared next to Hephis, and a suction force sucked all the wailing ghosts in.
The main thing is to absorb as much as you can.
Voldemort thrust his wand into the ground and cast an ancient forbidden spell, "All things shall perish!"
The entire cemetery began to tremble violently, and then began to be wiped out from the world bit by bit.
Hephes raised his left hand, and a golden light emanated from the hanging ring.
The space seemed to be tightly bound by invisible chains, and all turmoil returned to calm.
Voldemort's eyes flickered and magic power surged throughout his body.
He opened his mouth and spit out a small black ball.
The small ball quickly expanded into a huge dark bomb, burning with blue flames, releasing a breath of destruction.
Then he gave up fighting and flew to a giant python hidden at the edge of the cemetery, and Apparated away with the python.
There was a glimmer of surprise in Hephis' eyes. He ran away just like that?
He had no intention of killing Voldemort.
After all, if no one makes trouble and creates a crisis.
How do the others unite?
But Voldemort just ran away without saying goodbye.
It still made Hefeth a little unhappy.
I didn’t have enough fun!
He waved his hand, and the shadows around the cemetery began to sway.
They extended infinitely, interweaving into a huge black curtain, wrapping up the dark bomb that was about to explode.
Then a deafening roar came from the darkness.
The darkness dissipated, leaving only a wisp of black smoke that slowly rose and merged into the night.
A silver-white dragon appeared, breaking through the darkness shrouding the cemetery.
Those intertwined black threads were also instantly melted away.
The faint moonlight once again sprinkled on the earth.
Hephis turned his gaze to Krivat who was standing quietly at the side.
Since the battle began, she has been like a sculpture, not moving at all.
"Why didn't you run away?"
Krivat's eyes were empty and blurry, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Escape? Where can you escape to?"
"You want to die?" Hephes guessed.
Krivat did not answer, but just lowered his head silently.
Hephis sighed softly.
"I remember you, Penelope Clearwater. You and Percy should be boyfriend and girlfriend."
When he heard the word "Percy", there was finally a hint of emotion in Clearwater's dead eyes.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Hephis was a little curious.
How could Percy's girlfriend be related to Voldemort?
And judging from his condition, although it was not voluntary, he was not under the control of the Imperius Curse.
Krivat still kept his head down and remained silent.
Hephis shook his head helplessly, letting her fall into a deep sleep.
Then I cut out her shadow and started looking for the answer.
Clearwater and Percy had been a couple since their time at Hogwarts.
She is also the head student of Ravenclaw and can be said to be an excellent student.
But her Muggle background made it difficult for her to find a decent job in the wizarding world.
Not to mention the luxury of entering the Ministry of Magic like Percy.
She had placed her hopes on Percy, but Percy always found various excuses to prevaricate.
At that time, Percy was just an insignificant clerk in the Ministry of Magic.
His father was not even willing to seek a better development for him.
And the Ministry was still being bombarded with Howlers at the time.
Percy has become a marginal figure who can only clean up the remnants of letters every day. You can imagine how he feels.
In the end they had a big fight and parted on bad terms.
But within two days, Percy suddenly rose to prominence and became a powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic.
This made Clearwater think that Percy's explanations were all lies.
Love and career both hit rock bottom.
In disappointment, she chose to escape.
Headed to the sparsely populated Romanian forests to seek the tranquility of nature.
There, she encountered Voldemort and was easily captured by Barty Crouch Jr.
Under Voldemort's bewitchment, she will become dissatisfied and desperate with her life.
Blame it all on my muggle origin.
Even killed her Muggle parents herself.
By the time she came to her senses, the mistake had already been made and nothing could be undone.
She has been in deep self-blame.
She even thought about committing suicide, but she lost her courage every time.
She was like a zombie, a pawn in Voldemort's hands.
Mechanically carrying out tasks one after another, the soul has long been empty.
After reading Krivat's memory, Hephis felt a toothache.
It seems that there is still his pot in here.
After all, it was he who helped Percy get a promotion and a raise.
If there hadn't been this misunderstanding, Krivat probably wouldn't have gone to Romania to relax.
The things that happened later would not have happened to this little girl.
But Hephes is not a saint who takes all the responsibility on himself.
He put Clearwater into the small bag, and the final decision would depend on Percy.
It doesn't matter whether he is sentenced or released.
At their level, saving someone is just a matter of talking.
