The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 179 Self-destruction [12]

Hermione was a little strange, she didn't know why Professor Lupine suddenly treated her so coldly.

But Harry's situation is not optimistic.

Sweat was all over his head.

The lightning scar made him look like he had been tortured with a red-hot iron, and his teeth were so rattling that Lupine had to cast a spell to relax him a little.

He was afraid that Harry would crush his own teeth.

"Get out of the way, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to send Harry to Madam Pomfrey, hurry up!"

Lupine said, he glanced at Harry, Harry's situation was getting worse.

He was extremely anxious, and took Harry to run towards the school hospital.

Harry's nightmare continued.

He didn't know what happened, but he vaguely saw a familiar face.

It was the face of Dewey Jones. He had seen the face of this wanted man in Diagon Alley, but at that time, Dewey Jones was not as energetic as he is now.

Of course, it can also be said that he is not as neurotic as he is now.

He is now like a lunatic who is suffering from an illness. He laughs loudly, chopping the wand in his hand like a sharp sword, and the magic spell flies out from the tip of his wand, knocking down the wizards who besieged him. earth, and make them roll off the hills.

He alone, like a god of war, stands still.

When those wizards were besieging him, Harry felt that he was also lurking quietly, preparing to attack.

He came behind this man.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

A screeching sound came from in front of Harry, and a green light flew over from there.

But it's a pity that the speed of raising this spell is really too slow.

Duvi Jones can always disappear in an instant, dodging the Avada Kedavra Curse.

He teleported to Harry's side. He lowered his head and stared at Harry. Harry rushed over to bite him!

"Aha, Nagini!"

Duvi Jones looked at him madly, and took out his wand. He didn't know what spell he was casting, but what he said was, "Poor girl, please allow me to give you a gift of relief!"

The curse kept coming out from the tip of his wand, Nagini hissed in pain, and another "Avada gnawed a big melon" appeared from a distance, saving Nagini.

The maniac looked shaky with several spells on him, turned around, and waved his wand.

"Down together!"

he shouted.

After knocking down those wizards, Duvi Jones still refused to give up. He waved his wand, and in an instant, the magic fire appeared, burning those fainted wizards, watching them burn to ashes.

"You guys are all going to die!
We are all going to die.

The wizard will eventually be confused, you, me, everyone. "

He also cast the magic fire on Harry, and Harry felt a burning pain, as if the magic fire could really hurt him.

The pain of the soul is reflected in the physical body.

Harry let out a scream, which startled Madam Pomfrey. He started struggling like a fish out of water.

"What's the matter, Madam Pomfrey, how is Harry?"

Madam Pomfrey did not speak, she cautiously searched for the cause of the disease in Harry, because Lupine was too noisy, Madam Pomfrey glared at him.

She picked up her wand, forced Harry to be quiet, and then said, "Nobody waits, get out of the school hospital."

She also took a special look at Hermione and Ron who were trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Hermione and Ron left angrily.

Under Madam Pomfrey's murderous eyes, Lupine had no choice but to follow these people away.

"And this dog, whose pet is this? Come here, take this dog away!"

Madam Pomfrey said loudly, and the dog had no choice but to follow Lupine away from the hospital bed. Harry rolled around on the bed, his eyeballs twitching under his eyelids, as if he had fallen into the deepest Nightmare, how can not wake up.

The scorching flames surrounded "Harry", making crackling sounds continuously. Harry was in unbearable pain from the burning, and the non-male and non-female voice behind him screamed.

"Nagini!"

This big snake seemed to be called Nagini, and Nagini (Harry) screamed loudly, even the person who screamed was very anxious.

Also at this time.

Suddenly, the pain on Harry's forehead became even worse!

It was a pain that penetrated deep into the soul!
For a moment, Harry felt that someone took a sword and slashed his soul, and something was split in two!

All of a sudden, Harry screamed in the school hospital. Lupine, Sirius, Hermione, and Ron outside the door heard it, and couldn't sit still in anxiety. They couldn't wait to rush in to see what happened.

It wasn't just Harry screaming, Albania and Nagini also curled up on the ground in pain. Even though the magic fire was burning, Nagini didn't move anymore. The damage to the Horcrux affected everyone!

Dumbledore, killed the Horcrux with a spell—not the Three Unforgivable Curses.

Voldemort felt it.

The sound of his screams is simply maddening.

He is crazy too!
Here, now, on this hill in Albania, has become the battlefield of two madmen.

"Who is it! Who is it, who is it!"

After the voice went crazy, the Death Curse was poured over as if he didn't want money. For some reason, Harry felt a feeling of fear and fear, as if the owner of the voice was terrified of the severe pain just now. Inside.

He saw the big snake, yes, it was the big snake, because he suddenly changed his perspective, and saw the big snake curled up on the ground, being burned by the magic fire. From this perspective, Duvi Jones was like a crazy executioner. Beside him, there were corpses everywhere, and he seemed to be in someone's arms.

The charred body was still burning, and Duvi Jones looked at him with a smirk.

Duvi Jones appeared to be unscathed.

Harry felt the rage in his heart reach its peak.

That, too, was Voldemort's emotional outburst.

Just now, someone got rid of his horcrux, and he didn't know which horcrux it was. This feeling made him terrified to the extreme.

Because the thing he fears the most is death.

Nothing frightened him more than death.

The destruction of the Horcrux is the prelude to death!
He stared at the subordinate in front of him, or the former subordinate, even if his body was imprinted with his marks, even if this person was almost exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

But he knew.

This man is not Duvi Jones.

Harry watched him approach, and he heard himself screaming.

"You think I can't kill you, don't you, Du Wei? You think I can't kill you with my current body, don't you?
I know black magic, much more than you can imagine.

Remember when you knelt in front of me and kissed my toes?
That humble, want-to-strength look. "

he said viciously.

Duvi Jones' eyes were twisted and frightening. He licked his teeth and tasted blood.

It can be seen that he is not as unharmed as he looks.

Some injuries cannot be blocked by armor.

For example, this ugly, unspeakable temporary body of Voldemort, the killing curse cast just now.

This body, a body as big as a baby.

This is a temporary body created by Voldemort using alchemy. This body, made of mercury, silver, and gold, is as fragile as a baby.

Du Wei did not expect that in the book, the "weak", "poor", "like a baby who needs to be held" alchemy temporary body is so strong, without a magic wand, he can still display his own spell.

Even though there was only Avada Kedavra, it was terrifying enough. Fortunately, because of the weakness of this temporary body, the speed at which he released Avada Kowalow was not amazing enough.

Du Wei avoided all the Avada Kedavra. Now, Voldemort in the temporary body is unable to release the spell, not because of the inability of the soul, but because of the body.

Harry felt an overwhelming hatred for Duvi Jones.

But even when he said such a hurtful thing, Duvi Jones laughed too.

"Yes, yes, of course I remember, Tom Riddle, you bastard with Muggle blood running through your body, you thought you killed your poor father's family and let your poor mother die in the street, just Does no one know who you are yet?

My poor Tom, you are proud of your Slytherin blood, but, you, remember, Tom Riddle, you will always be a bastard, always a bastard you despise yourself!
You're exactly what you hate, bastard! "

Du Wei yelled frantically, picked up his wand, and aimed at Voldemort, who was the size of a baby, and his "protector", a wizard who was like a walking dead, and cast [Wrath of Freedom]!
"die!"

Du Wei screamed, the magic fire engulfed the two people in front of him, and Voldemort's temporary body continued to burn in the magic fire.

"How dare you speak like that!"

In the violent flames, Voldemort's soul emerged from the flames like black smoke.

The magic fire didn't hurt it, and it just floated out, looking at Duvi Jones.

"You have to pay for this!"

He said.

Harry felt that he was in the air again, looking at Dewey Jones in front of him with a strange perspective, until he rushed into Dewey Jones' body.

The soul is bound to Duvi Jones. This is a kind of magic that no one has ever seen. This is a truly profound black magic. Even Dumbledore has never seen such dark magic. Harry feels I got into someone else's body—just like entering Professor Quirrell's body. The severe pain caused Duwei Jones to curl up, but no one expected that Duvi Jones screamed He said, smiling miserably, two voices came out of his throat at the same time.

But he smiled anyway, aiming his wand at his temple.

"I knew you would be like this, Riddle, you bastard covered in Muggle blood!"

He said, "I have known your methods for a long time, Riddle, now, we are sinking together, this is the pain for you and me.

Now! "

He yelled loudly, and Voldemort was quickly controlling his body until a green light appeared from the tip of Duwei's wand, hitting him and Voldemort together.

"Cruciatus, Cruciatus, Cruciatus!"

Du Wei screamed loudly. This time, the Cruciatus he used was never a first-class gadget.

Crazy, never afraid of pain.

(End of this chapter)