Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Since Voldemort can't be killed by ordinary means, Ivan is ready to give it a try!

He did not signal that the fierce fire that could burn everything and never extinguished could not destroy this body...

"No!" Voldemort was clearly aware of this, and shouted hoarsely, if he was really pushed into the fire, it would be all over.

The body that had been drained of vitality could no longer squeeze a trace of potential, and Voldemort had to use one hand for the price of a certain amount of self-protection.

As the left arm exploded and the flesh and blood were swallowed by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the shadow of the unicorn made of magic...

This is a contest between magic power and time. Although Ivan nearly doubled his magic power after completing the fusion ritual, it was only doubled compared to the little wizard. The magic power was consumed early in several large-scale consumptions. It's too much to spend.

Voldemort's situation was also half a catastrophe, a hole was opened in his chest, several ribs were broken, not to mention, it was so miserable that he needed to destroy an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.

Fortunately, this is Chino's body. Voldemort doesn't feel distressed at all when he uses it...but the unicorn is constantly approaching the fiery wall against his chest. Death is only a matter of time...

Under such a stalemate, it was Ivan who was the first to be able to hold on. The repeated adjustments of magic power made his brain groggy, and the cells of his body warned him, if not for the speeding calculation of the experience card. Mode, I am afraid I have fainted long ago.

After barely maintaining for a while, the unicorn made up of white light and shadow gradually dissipated, and had to rely on the last few powers to overturn the opponent, causing Voldemort to be hit on the Eris mirror not far away, even with a wand in his hand. Fall aside.

But Voldemort laughed, because he could even clearly see the unwilling color in the red pupils before the shadow of the unicorn dissipated.

"Hahahaha... or I won!"

Voldemort stood up with his only hand propped on his body, picked up the wand on the ground, on his decayed body, two overlapping faces split the corners of his mouth at the same time, and the grieving laughter echoed in the wide space. Inside..

Just smiling and laughing, Voldemort couldn't laugh out loud, because he found that there was no despair or disappointment on the face of Ivan opposite...

"Harry, don't pretend to be dead, get me up and muddle his face!" Ivan yelled at Harry who was lying down not far from Voldemort and closing his eyes, like a corpse.

In the previous stalemate, when Ivan's magic power was about to be exhausted, he was keenly aware that Harry's body seemed to have moved, so he decisively changed his idea of ​​competing with Voldemort for the consumption of magic power.

Because Ivan knew very well that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!

In Voldemort's incredulous gaze, Harry Potter, who should have been dead in his cognition, suddenly jumped from the ground and leaped towards him!

In fact, Harry wasn't lying on the ground pretending to be dead as Ivan thought, but he couldn't move his whole body before.

After inhaling a large amount of black fog, Harry thought he was dead, and his consciousness fell into a short-term coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body protecting him and resisting the black fog.

It wasn't until Voldemort recovered all the black mist and concentrated on dealing with Ivan that the power to protect him gradually restored him to a certain level of consciousness and mobility, but his body was still a little numb, and he didn't even open his eyes much. open.

But Harry knew very well in his heart that the battle had reached the most critical time, so he didn't care about his physical weakness, forcibly got up and put his hands on Voldemort's strange snake face according to Ivan's orders!

The withered snake face felt like a rag,

The sizzling noise spread from the place where Harry’s palm touched. Voldemort let out a painful wailing. The skin on his face seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron. It peeled off in pieces, and he forcefully pulled Harry away. Kicked to the ground, but couldn't stop the body from collapsing...

Harry sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Voldemort's misery, and at the same time looked at his hands in disbelief. He just stepped forward and touched it twice...

Is my hand poisonous...

Harry wondered whether he was happy or depressed...

"Bone to pieces!" Ivan mobilized the last trace of magic power, and aimed his wand at Voldemort's gradually collapsed body...

Sorry, this head is mine!

Seeing Voldemort's body burst open and turned into powder floating in the air, the system sound that sounded in the listener's mind of Ivan fell to the ground with satisfaction, without a trace of strength...

The black soul of Voldemort rushed out of the body turned into dust in the roar, and swept away in the direction of Ivan.

But before it touched, the illusory soul suddenly changed its direction and rushed out of the room.

The next moment, the blue phoenix flew in over the black flame at the door, and a soothing blue gleam bloomed all over the body, wandering and wandering in this room continuously...

Seeing this phoenix, Ivan finally let go of the heart that I had been holding, but he still couldn't help but want to curse...

Dumbledore, you came really in time...

There was a scolding in my heart, but after the spirit was relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions also poured into my heart, Ivan held it hard for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Just as Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded at the entrance.

"All curses are over!"

The black flame blocking the door gradually extinguished, and this magical power even spread to the large interior room.

The fierce fire, which is known to never extinguish, can't avoid the fate of disappearing under this kind of power.

"Professor! Quick! Ivan and Harry are inside..." Hermione couldn't bear to rush in when the black flame went out.

Of course, the little witch did not forget to pull Dumbledore by the sleeve and pull him in, while Ron followed behind panting.

The three of them walked into this wide room, and immediately saw the broken scene inside..

Most of the twelve columns used to support the room were broken, large pieces of rubble were scattered on the ground, and the surrounding walls were scorched and dilapidated. The pits and pits were all traces of damage by the powerful curse. A strong smell.

Even Dumbledore hadn't expected the battle to be like this. Although he had seen it from the perspective of the patron saint before entering, he still felt a little shocked to see this scene in person.