Chapter 57: Duel with Voldemort
Before Wright could take a few more breaths of fresh air, he felt his butt as if it was put on a grill, burning hot.
Turning his head slightly, a purple flame appeared in front of Wright, blocking the way ahead.
"All curses are over!" Wright waved the magic wand in his hand, and an orange-yellow light spread out, extinguishing all the purple flames.
After dealing with the purple flames that were blocking the way, Wright looked around and saw that the door leading to the front was blocked by a black flame.
"Really? You troublesome yuppie! Why do you need so many weird things?" Rubbing his sore butt, Wright kept complaining and walked quickly to the door.
"All curses are over!" Wright used the same method to extinguish the black flames and came to the entrance of the last level! He quickly sprinted towards the last room.
Wright walked through the corridor and soon reached the edge of the exit, just as he was about to step out of the door.
It sounded like two people talking at the same time. Wright's ears were filled with such a sound that he paused unconsciously and frowned.
Wright obviously felt that something was wrong, so he hid stealthily at the edge of the exit and stuck his head out to look into the room.
Inside the room, Harry was tied up with ropes and tied in front of the huge and gorgeous Mirror of Erised.
But what surprised Wright was not the tied-up Harry, but Quirrell, or Voldemort, standing next to him!
At this time, Quirrell was shirtless, his body looked like a dried corpse with all the flesh and blood eaten away, his neck was strangely twisted, and the back of his head was twisted in front of his body.
Wright was in a position where he could see Quirrell's face, which was twisted to the back by Voldemort, and drained of blood and flesh, like a dead tree!
Seeing Quirrell like this, Wright judged the status of Quirrell and Voldemort.
"It has basically been devoured by Voldemort. Quirrell's spirit is also controlled by Voldemort. Now the dried body is only supported by the remaining magic power!"
"Harry Potter... look at what I have become! Only shadow and steam are left. It seems that even this broken body is about to be lost." Overlapping voices were heard, as if Quirrell and Voldemort were speaking at the same time.
Voldemort stared at the bound Harry with his scarlet eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his slender snake face.
"Ah! People say that you are my nemesis... I killed your parents, and your father was overconfident and tried to stop me..." Voldemort kept uttering cold and strange words, enjoying the pleasure of torturing others.
"And your mother, she knelt in front of me and begged me to spare you, she stood in front of you...hahahaha" Voldemort looked at Harry, whose eyes were red and who was struggling constantly, and laughed heartily.
“Look at this! What an interesting expression! The legendary savior is struggling helplessly in front of me like an animal. But you should be more desperate. Hehehehehe!”
Voldemort walked towards Harry, grabbed Harry's collar with a strange smile, raised his wand and began to torture him.
"I just can't bear to do it!" Wright sighed, and made up his mind not to use the guardian spell on Harry to weaken Voldemort, and took direct action.
"Invisible strike!" Wright waved his wand and rushed towards Voldemort quickly!
An invisible wave silently slashed towards Voldemort's hand that was pulling Harry!
"Ah!!!" The severed hand flew up like a dead branch, and Voldemort's shrill scream echoed in the room.
"Harry, come here!" After Wright cast the flying spell, he shouted at the same time: "Harry, I'm here to save you!"
Harry was frightened by the sudden change and felt a strong pull from behind. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard a call mixed in with the wailing.
"Are you okay? Harry, get out of here and find the professors!" Wright took Harry, cast a spell to untie the ropes that tied Harry, and let him leave.
"But……"
"No buts, get out of here! I don't want to be distracted during the battle." Wright clenched his wand, stared at the recovered Voldemort, and urged Harry to leave.
"Don't even think about leaving. Die. Avada is going to eat the big melon!" A slightly trembling cold voice and the miserable green killing curse came at the same time!
"Rooster Transform!" Wright, who had been on guard, threw the rope in his hand and turned it into a rooster to block the killing curse!
"The invisible sword!" The moving wave rushed towards Voldemort again. Voldemort gasped and waved his wand, lifting the bricks and stones on the ground and turning them into a large iron block to block it.
"Shatter into pieces, thunder and explosion!" The shattered iron block was shattered into pieces. Voldemort groaned and released the magic, and a violent explosion sounded not far away.
"It seems that you are not in good condition!" Wright said to Voldemort easily, constantly signaling Harry to leave with his eyes.
"You really know who I am! I should have killed you from the beginning!" A cold and steady voice came out of Voldemort's mouth, as if he had already adapted to the pain brought by the broken arm.
"Indeed, it's a pity that you have already lost the best chance to kill me! God's Sharp Sword has no shadow!"
"Break to pieces!" Voldemort shouted coldly.
The moment the two magic spells collided, Shen Feng Wuying was immediately suppressed and was constantly pushed back.
Wright's pupils shrank and he increased his magic output, temporarily restraining Voldemort, with countless thoughts turning rapidly in his brain.
"Something's wrong! It's really wrong! The power of the magic doesn't match the magic hidden inside at all!"
"There's nothing we can do! We can only use Plan B!"
Wright tapped his wand and cancelled the Shadowless Divine Strike! The unstoppable magic attacked Wright with terrifying killing intent.
The tip of Light's staff lit up, and with a low roar of "Ah!", the attacking magic was picked up and smashed into the wall next to him, shattering the wall in an instant.
"It seems that you already know that my magic is abnormally powerful, right! As long as you submit to me, I don't mind teaching it to you." Voldemort's hoarse voice was no longer gloomy, but a little elegant.
"Haha! You want to recruit me when you calm down. Don't think I don't know that you want to use my abilities!"
"And we've fought to this point, how can we turn back?" Wright stopped urging Harry to leave and chuckled.
"Then go to hell! Avada is eating a big melon!" A voice without ups and downs shot towards Wright with a pale green light.
Harry looked at the approaching Killing Curse and seemed to recall the horrific scene in his memory. He couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Calm down! Harry, I can handle it! Summon the Fiendfyre!" A violent flame shot out from the wand, heading towards the Killing Curse.
"It's useless. You can't suppress the Fiendfyre!" Sure enough, Voldemort said as soon as he finished speaking.
The fierce fire that was facing the killing curse was dispersed after a short moment of resistance and scattered all over the room!
"Wright!" Harry screamed in horror!
"I win!" Voldemort declared his victory.
"It's not a good habit to pop champagne at halftime! Fiendfyre Transforms!"
The scattered flames gathered in an instant and transformed into a lion that pounced on the Killing Curse, shattering it in just an instant.
