Chapter 530 Voldemort: Conquering the French Wizarding World
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Kill!"
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"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
"Lay down your wand, surrenderer, and the great Dark Lord will spare your life."
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"Hold the castle, the Ministry of Magic will soon support us."
" Beauxbatons will never be captured."
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"Avada Kedavra!"
"Shattered to pieces!"
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The originally bright, clean and tidy Magic Castle.
It's now a mess, with ruins and debris everywhere.
Sounds of struggle, cheers, miserable sounds, and wailing sounds echoed throughout the castle.
Dark green and dark red death curses and killing curses can be seen everywhere almost all the time.
Blood was flowing on the ground, and bones were scattered around like garbage.
It seems that this is the end of the world right now.
The sky above was originally filled with purple-gold defensive shields, but now they were in dilapidated condition.
The black death mist in the sky continues to corrode the defense system of this magic castle.
The black water droplets that fell from time to time just touched the ground. Soon, the nearby animals and plants immediately turned yellow, as if they had been greatly damaged.
There are even holes on the ground, and wisps of black mist can be seen emerging from time to time, continuing to expand the area of erosion.
It seems to illustrate the power of the death fog.
This is Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, a place where little wizards are cultivated.
Known as the safest place besides the French Ministry of Magic.
But now, it seems that this magic school that has been around for thousands of years is about to fall.
Outside the castle, the originally green lawn had turned into withered yellow, mixed with a lot of dark red blood.
From time to time, dark wizards and Death Eaters can be seen walking by.
They hurriedly walked, waving their wands to speed themselves up, and rushed towards the interior of the academy.
His eyes were full of indifference to the tragic scenes caused by himself and his companions along the way, and many of them were even filled with excitement and joy.
Even when they encountered the little wizard's body, they did not feel any regret, and some even stopped and admired this brutal death scene.
It is also the lofty Beauxbatons Academy.
It's almost broken by them now.
The teachers of the college whom they had originally looked up to were now trampled under their feet and even begged for their forgiveness.
The stimulation this gave them was really difficult to describe in words.
Excited and excited are not enough to describe the situation at this moment.
The slightly new blood smelled good and always felt so sweet.
The pleasure of killing kept stimulating their nerves.
They desire to kill and look forward to killing.
Therefore, they rushed towards the castle deep in the academy.
Beauxbatons' last resistance force still remains there, and all that needs to be destroyed is the last part of it.
Then, they will completely occupy this magical castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Boom!
Crackling!
"Shattered to pieces!"
"Dark Corrosion!"
"Shadow Crash!"
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In front of the tall castle, an earthy yellow defensive barrier shines.
A large number of dark wizards and Death Eaters stood outside the barrier, waving spells excitedly and releasing their best offensive spells.
Seeing a large number of strong fluctuations, magic spells of different colors rushed towards the barrier and caused ripples.
Many wizards cheered excitedly.
Especially when they saw cracks visible to the naked eye in the defensive barrier, even if they were quickly closed, it stimulated them to accelerate the speed of releasing the magic spell.
This is Beauxbatons' final battlefield.
The castle shrouded in khaki defensive barriers is the last surviving place for the young wizards and professors of Beauxbatons College.
Once this place is broken through, it will be just like the outside, with death, killing, blood and bones everywhere.
There is no pity here, and there is no respect for the old and love for the young.
No matter how beautiful she is, the dark wizard will not show mercy.
Even if they are in their early teens and just entering first grade, they will not let go of the little wizard who can't even do the most basic levitating spell.
At this moment, overlook the ancient building of Beauxbatons from a high altitude.
You will find that with Beauxbatons as the center, a large number of thick dark red lines appear on the ground.
These lines are intertwined with each other, flowing and squirming like blood.
Even look closely, and then clearly observe the movement of these lines breathing in and out.
It seems as if the entire earth is alive at this moment, and these lines are the blood vessels of the earth.
I don't know when, the surroundings of Beauxbatons were gradually filled with light purple mist, gradually blending into the surrounding plants and animals, and even the wizards inside.
These purple mist are unexpectedly beautiful and charming, but for some reason, they also give people a creepy feeling.
Like poisonous mushrooms, bright and harmful.
If you focus your sight on these purple mist, magnify it twice, 10 times, a hundred times or even a thousand times.
you will find
The mist seems to be composed of extremely tiny purple insects.
These bugs are really too tiny, they seem smaller than dust, but their number is extremely large, so at first glance, they are just purple mist.
And high in the sky, a subtle black shadow quietly watched everything in front of it.
The sight was zoomed in, the shadows were enlarged, and a figure wearing a black robe but with a pale and strange complexion emerged.
It was none other than the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Feeling that the sacrificial magic circle was on the right track, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with excitement.
He couldn't help but licked his lips and showed a bloodthirsty smile.
Looking at Beauxbatons Magic Castle, which was still resisting tenaciously, Voldemort's eyes flashed coldly.
next moment.
The yew wand in his hand waved slightly.
The purple mist on the surface of the earth seemed to be ordered, all following the trajectory of the wand's waving, and suddenly gathered towards the Beauxbatons Castle in the center.
In the blink of an eye, the purple mist poured into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from all directions like a swimming dragon.
Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows.
Even the withered yellow weeds leave a trace of yellow sand in the end.
The corpses on the ground didn't even have complete bones left. If you were lucky, there were only some bone fragments left behind.
If you're not lucky, everything disappears as if it didn't exist at all.
The purple ones are like a tide of insects, swallowing, devouring, and digesting everything.
No, there was one thing they had no influence on, and that was Beauxbatons' buildings.
Under Voldemort's order, the most they could do was get close, without eroding, let alone engulfing.
In a sense, this shows Voldemort's absolute control over his purple insect plague.
Soon, the purple mist was approaching the Magic Castle, which was resisting tenaciously.
The attacking Death Eaters suddenly felt the aura of death coming from behind, especially when they turned around and saw the large purple mist approaching from behind, they were frightened and froze on the spot.
They don't know that this is the magic released by their master.
Of course, Voldemort would not explain his plan to his men.
However, when the Apostle Dark Wizard discovered that these weapons passed over them and had no impact, they suddenly realized that this might be the master's handiwork.
Immediately afterwards, the purple mist was seen directly attached to the earthy yellow defensive barrier.
Blah blah blah, sounds like insect bites sounded one after another.
In less than ten seconds, visible to the naked eye, a hole was chewed out of the khaki defense barrier.
The next moment, before the defensive barrier could be repaired, a large stream of purple mist entered the castle along the hole.
Visible to the naked eye, the wizards and professors guarding the castle gate had just come into contact with the purple mist.
After just casting a few iron armor spells, purple mist rolled as golden light flashed.
The next moment, the iron armor curse was shattered, and the teachers' wails, sounds of pain, and even begging for mercy could be heard.
The wailing sound stopped abruptly in less than two or three seconds.
Soon, the purple mist dissipated.
But the apostles were horrified to discover that the wizards had stubbornly resisted them for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into bones.
The fear in my subconscious mind suddenly rose.
And this is exactly what Voldemort wants to see.
He has always led his men with fear and profit.
These bones are an impressive gift for these new dark wizards.
Tell them, how much does betrayal cost?
Purple mist poured into every corner of the castle.
They explore everything in the castle and kill any wizards who try to resist.
Finally, dedicate the freshest fruits to your master.
call! call! call!
Voldemort closed his eyes high in the sky, and the breeze blew around him.
The killing and sacrificial magic array on the ground moved quickly, and the original purple mist was dyed with a bright red.
The magic circle was activated quickly, and the purple mist turned into blood red as it continued to roll.
When the blood-red mist completely transformed.
Looking down from above, Voldemort's eyes flashed with joy, and then he kept waving his wand, and the blood-red mist below began to rapidly roll and rotate.
They began to surge towards Voldemort in the sky above.
suck! suck! suck!
Voldemort began to take deep breaths, inhaling and inhaling.
The blood-red mist poured directly into Voldemort's body.
His body seemed to be a black hole, and large amounts of mist continued to pour in, but it still did not stop.
Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations in the sky, the Death Eaters and newly joined dark wizards below were horrified and even more enthusiastic.
As if he was excited about his master's strength.
As time passed slowly, all the transformed blood-red mist on the ground poured into the sky and was absorbed by Voldemort.
Voldemort's skin was originally pale, but now his skin was blood red.
But then, the blood-red skin color gradually changed, transforming into the flesh color of a normal person.
Voldemort's originally pale and even ferocious face began to gradually change.
The nose that had disappeared due to black magic slowly appeared, and the pale and ferocious face became more and more handsome.
It's like returning to youth.
No, to be precise, he is middle-aged and full of maturity.
Mature and full of masculinity.
At this moment, Voldemort looked like a normal wizard.
However, the scarlet eyes still seemed to indicate that he was still the original Voldemort. Except for the change in appearance and aura, nothing had changed.
Cruel, dark, killing, fear, etc. are all adjectives for him.
In the previous battle with Lockhart, the sacrificial arm caused some damage to himself.
There wasn't much time to recover afterwards.
Just met the rest of Tom's trap.
In the fierce battle with Tom not long ago, I thought I would win it in one fell swoop.
But that weird flame is really powerful.
Especially the effect on the soul is simply aimed at his weakness.
Although I tried my best to avoid it, I still couldn't avoid being harmed by it.
Therefore, the top priority is to restore strength, return to peak condition, and even go further.
Only strong strength,
call! call! call!
The breeze was blowing, and Voldemort's figure gradually fell down, landing in front of many Death Eaters and dark wizards.
At the entrance of the huge castle, a handsome middle-aged wizard in black robes looked at everything in front of him indifferently.
All Death Eaters and wizards seemed to feel the pervasive and harmful pressure firsthand.
They all knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, held the wand in both hands, and raised it high above their heads.
To show surrender!
"Congratulations, master, congratulations, master, the French wizarding world has become the jewel in your crown."
"Congratulations, master! Congratulations, master!"
"Congratulations, master! Congratulations, master!"
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The wizards' congratulations sounded, and the sound became louder and louder, filled with excitement and joy.
This is a wizarding world.
The living wizarding world was conquered in this way.
It really makes them feel like this is all a dream.
Yes, Voldemort's first attack was the French Ministry of Magic.
When the Ministry of Magic was captured, he immediately invaded Beauxbatons non-stop.
Eliminate the last possible resistance force in the French wizarding world.
Therefore, Beauxbatons had been looking forward to the support until just now. Never came.
Because they have already fallen.
The current French wizarding world is completely in the hands of Voldemort.
I heard congratulations and cheers from below.
Voldemort also had a faint smile on his face.
But then, as if he thought of something, his face turned cold.
Capturing a wizarding world, a wizarding world without its own top power, is nothing to boast about.
For a top wizard like Grindelwald.
As long as there is no existence of the same level, everything will be crushed.
Just like he is crushing the entire French wizarding world now.
None of this matters.
the most important is
He wants revenge!
Revenge against Dumbledore, revenge against Tom.
He also wants to take revenge on Gilderoy Lockhart, the man behind all his miserable experiences!
Treat him as a tool, treat him as a puppet.
Aren't you afraid of being bitten by him?
Kama Taj, secret space.
On the green lawn, a giant snow-white dragon was lying half on the lawn.
His huge eyes stared at the two fighting figures not far away. One of them was his master - Wanda!
call! call! call!
Wanda held two red-flame chains tightly with both hands, controlled the chains, and swung them towards the enemy opposite.
Ian, who was fighting with him, walked in strange steps and waved his wand from time to time.
Transformation spells were cast quickly, and the soil on the ground turned into iron rods, shields, common objects, etc.
Attack Wanda on the opposite side to hinder her.
clang! clang! clang!
The continuous clanging sounds seemed to indicate the intensity of the battle between the two.
