Chapter 533 533. Gradually escalating boss battle

"Being unable to dodge does not mean being unable to resist!"

While fleeing, Voldemort summoned a silver shield to collide with the golden light.

But Scott just smiled at the scene.

The golden light penetrated the shield without any hindrance, and Voldemort was pierced through the chest again.

So far, there were two fist-sized holes in his chest.

Although there was no blood in the holes, Voldemort's appearance disguised as Harry had begun to become unstable, flickering like a TV screen with a bad signal.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort showed an extremely gloomy expression against Harry's face.

He raised the wand in his hand to fight back, but failed to cast a spell.

"Did you defeat him?"

Harry fell from the air, with surprise on his face.

"So easy?"

Scott said calmly: "He is just a fragment of Voldemort's soul, how much power can he have."

"Ah..."

Voldemort suddenly screamed miserably.

The wand in his hand fell to the ground and turned into a cloud of smoke and drifted away.

Then, his body fell directly to the ground, trembling and curled up.

Under the gaze of Scott and Harry, his body slowly shrank, and his appearance also changed dramatically.

Finally, he turned into a blood-red, extremely ugly, skinny baby.

The monster-like baby closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth to make a sharp and piercing cry.

"This..."

Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

"What's going on..."

"I guess this is his true face."

Scott frowned and said.

"After all, he is just a broken part of Voldemort."

"What should I do now?" Harry asked.

"You go and get rid of him, Harry."

Scott's tone was a little cold.

"From now on, you can get rid of him."

"I..."

Harry hesitated, as if he couldn't do it.

Scott urged, "Don't forget, he killed your parents, you should avenge him."

Harry's expression changed immediately.

He clenched his teeth very hard, and his cheeks became bigger.

"I... got it."

The words seemed to come out from between his teeth.

Then, he raised his hand holding the magic wand.

"Flame..."

"Be careful!"

Scott's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed Harry's collar and Apparated with him to the top of the train next to the platform.

At the same time...

Boom!

The place where they were originally located had a violent surge, raising clouds of dust.

"What's going on?"

Harry, who was suddenly disturbed and failed to cast the spell, was still a little confused.

"...I don't know either."

Scott squinted at the rolling dust.

"His power suddenly began to surge."

He couldn't help but wonder if Merlin didn't like the show enough and personally adjusted the difficulty of the "copy".

Soon, he and Harry saw the black shadow that was rapidly expanding in the dust.

"He's getting bigger!" Harry exclaimed.

"I can see it."

Scott waved his wand decisively.

"Gungnir!"

The golden light penetrated the dust and pierced the huge black shadow, making a clanging sound like a fierce metal collision.

The golden light shattered and dissipated.

Blocked?

Scott looked surprised.

At this time, the smoke gradually settled, and they finally saw Voldemort's new image.

He still looked like a monster baby, but his body had grown dozens of times, and he was taller than the train carriage when he was lying on the ground.

Then, he raised his ugly head, opened his huge swollen eyes, and his blood-red eyeballs moved, and soon locked onto the positions of Scott and Harry.

"You're right, Harry."

He spoke, his voice was extremely harsh, revealing a mouthful of nail-like fangs.

"For both you and me, this is the best opportunity."

Scott's eyes flashed, as if he understood something.

But he didn't speak rashly at this moment.

"What?" Harry hadn't figured out the situation at the moment, "Why would you..."

"Why would you become so powerful?"

Voldemort laughed shrilly.

"Because this is all my power!"

Harry turned to Scott and asked, "Didn't you say that he was just a fragment of the soul?"

Scott pulled the corner of his mouth, "Just now, but now it may not be."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "Speak clearly."

Before Scott opened his mouth, Voldemort took over his explanation.

"It means literally."

He seemed very happy to explain at this moment.

"Just now, my body has completely disappeared, and he gave all the power to me!"

"How could it be?" Harry looked at Scott again, "Isn't his body already locked in the secret realm?"

Scott nodded, "But obviously, he has blocked everything."

Harry frowned, "How did he do it?"

"I don't know." Scott shook his head, "The soul is a complex magical subject, I haven't studied it in depth."

Voldemort said with some pride: "The soul is the most direct connection, and neither time nor space can completely block it!"

While speaking, he slowly crawled forward.

"Thanks to Bella being here, she is really a good shooter. I sacrificed her soul and finally completed the arrangement..."

"You monster!"

Harry waved his wand.

"Shattered to pieces!"

The red curse hit Voldemort's blood-red skin like a drumstick hitting the head of a drum, but it did not achieve any result other than causing a muffled sound.

"From now on, no magic will work on me!"

Voldemort put one hand on the ground and raised the other hand high.

"This is a contest of wills!"

"Walk!"

Scott pulled Harry to the other side of the platform.

boom!

Voldemort flattened the locomotive with one palm.

"Is what he said true?" Harry asked.

"Be careful to avoid!"

Seeing Voldemort crawling towards them again, Scott reminded him.

Harry nodded and floated.

boom!

Voldemort's accelerated collision directly smashed an entire wall.

Scott and Harry each flew away.

"Gangnir!"

Scott tried again.

But "Gangnir" returned in vain again, and the golden light was smashed to pieces by Voldemort with his palm.

Scott said loudly: "The good news is that he doesn't seem to be able to use magic in his current state."

Harry answered, "But the bad news is, our magic can't hurt him?"

"you're right."

Scott dodged another lightning attack from Voldemort.

Although it is now a huge monster baby that can only crawl on the ground with all four limbs, it does crawl very fast and is extremely powerful.

"You can't run away!"

He shouted almost madly.

"I will successfully replace Harry and regain my life in no time!"

"Isn't he a little crazy!" Harry shouted as he was flying around in the air. "He seemed a little normal just now!"

"Maybe there are side effects?"

Scott guessed casually.

While Harry had attracted Voldemort's attention, he landed on the train again, half-crouched, and pressed the wand in his hand against the iron sheet on the top of the train.

As he quickly recited the Transformation Spell, countless ancient magic words sprang out from under his wand and quickly covered the entire surface of the train.

Immediately afterwards, the train began to deform.

The front of the car that had just been flattened by Voldemort automatically raised up and turned into a huge snake head, opening its mouth and biting Voldemort.

"Playing with snakes in front of me!"

Voldemort roared and slapped the huge snake head aside.

But the steel python transformed from the train did not stop moving. It climbed up from the track under the platform to the platform.

Then, it began to crawl around Voldemort, leaving deep marks on the ground of the platform.

"Since magic is ineffective, let's use physical attacks."

Scott, who was floating in the air, smiled.

The giant python crawling on the ground accelerated instantly and wrapped around Voldemort's huge body with lightning speed.

There was a creaking sound.

It was the steel python's body tightening inch by inch, trying to strangle its prey.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort hit the steel python hard, making loud noises.

But this time, he failed to do as much damage to the python as he did by slapping the front of a car.

On the metal scales represented by the giant python's body, ancient magic scripts interconnected with each other are shining.

After Voldemort's movements were restrained, Scott also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the steel supports supporting the dome above the platform and flew directly over.

"Hide and choose."

He reminded Harry, waving his wand at the steel support.

Bang, bang, bang...

The screws automatically collapsed one by one, and the semicircular steel bracket fell directly from the dome, turning into a sharp spear, stabbing towards Voldemort's huge head from top to bottom.

when!

There was another loud bang.

Voldemort's head was knocked crooked, but there were no signs of injury.

"Damn...damn..."

This attack infuriated him so much that he seemed to have completely lost his mind and started going berserk.

He roared angrily, pushing the body of the giant steel python with both hands, and was about to escape.

Scott waved his wand again.

As the magic words on the steel spear flashed, the sharp tip of the spear also began to flash with a cold light.

With the blessing of the magic circuit, the spear became several times sharper.

But Scott wasn't satisfied yet.

"Gangnir!"

The black spear was wrapped in golden light and thrust out in the blink of an eye.

Poof.

The sharp spear point penetrated Voldemort's head, pierced out of his stomach, and finally penetrated deeply into the ground.

Voldemort's struggle stopped.

"Done?"

Harry flew over to Scott.

"Who knows, don't be careless."

Scott didn't take it lightly.

Voldemort's state just now was obviously extremely abnormal. Maybe this BOSS has a next stage.

Perhaps to verify Scott's conjecture, the next second, the huge body penetrated by the spear turned into a thick black mist and dispersed.

Voldemort, wearing black robes, walked out of the black mist with bare feet.

This time he looks normal.

No nose or hair though.

But this is indeed Voldemort's most normal appearance.

"You're more capable than I thought."

His face was very ugly, and his eyes staring at Scott were full of haze.

"Oh?" Scott raised his eyebrows, "I thought you had already learned the lesson."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort said nothing but a death curse.

Scott, who had "disappeared" and hid in a different space, allowed the green lightning to penetrate the phantom he had left behind.

He didn't forget to speak, "I didn't expect that you, who is so afraid of death, would have such courage to risk everything."

With Voldemort's abilities, even if he was locked up in the secret realm of "Niflheim", he could still survive for a while if he wanted to survive.

But Voldemort chose to end it and put all his chips on the gambling table here.

This is obviously inconsistent with the impression Voldemort has always given people.

"I certainly don't lack the courage to make a desperate move."

Voldemort looked proud.

"How do you think I reached the top of the wizarding world and became the Dark Lord that everyone fears?"

"Being the Dark Lord is certainly not that simple."

Scott doesn't mince words.

"But I always thought you lost a lot of your intelligence and character by splitting your soul."

"You are right." Voldemort smiled, "But now, I seem to have recovered some things that were lost in the past."

Scott's face was heavy.

The Voldemort in front of him may be in the most difficult state to deal with.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't have time to think about what was going on.

Anyway, just pretend that this is all Merlin's fault.

Scott used the corner of his eye to confirm Harry's position.

At the moment, Scott is also in a dilemma.

Originally, he thought that what he had to deal with was just a soul fragment. Even if it was Voldemort's soul fragment, it would not have too much power.

With his strength, it can be said that he can solve it easily.

But things soon went beyond expectations. He and Harry, the two brave men, had not yet upgraded. As the BOSS, Voldemort actually began to upgrade step by step.

He can no longer retreat now.

Harry would be in real danger if he didn't defeat Voldemort in front of him.

The reason for this incident was because he asked Merlin to do it. If it wasn't solved perfectly, wouldn't it mean that he had harmed Harry?

hateful……

Scott cursed Merlin a few more times.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort suddenly moved his hand again.

This time the target is Harry.

Fortunately, Harry did not let down his guard and used the ability of his consciousness to fly to escape.

Scott took the opportunity to take action.

The golden light turned into a sharp spear again, stabbing Voldemort at a speed that no one could react.

But Voldemort seemed to have expectations.