The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 223 Riddle, welcome new students ([-])

The war in the soul has spread to the outside.

Inside Professor Lupine's bedroom.

Several goblins looked at each other in blank dismay, and they hid away a little bit in fear, telling themselves to stay farther away from Duwei Jones to prevent accidental injury.

Outside, they looked at Du Wei with a ferocious expression and muttered to themselves.Sometimes he frowned ferociously, as if he wanted to curl up his entire face, and spoke in a vicious voice, as if he was attacking someone.

Sometimes, his expression became extraordinarily calm, and his tone was extremely calm.

At other times, he spoke in Parseltongue, and his hoarse voice echoed in the bedroom, making people extremely frightened.

The goblin masters didn't know what Du Wei was doing, and they couldn't understand what he was talking about.

They were just shivering, watching the lunatic get sick, afraid that the lunatic would suddenly wake up and kill each of them with an Avada.

In his mind, Du Wei was fighting with three people.

But outside, the goblins could only see Duvi Jones talking to himself.

Their quarrel became more and more intense, the Parseltongue voice became high-pitched, and the other calm tone became anxious.

Only the crazy words, echoing in the bedroom, replaced the Parseltongue and made all the goblins' heads explode.

"enough!"

When the chaos reached a certain level, order suddenly came!

In the midst of a sudden quarrel, Duvi Jones grabbed his wand and pointed it at his brain!

"You, yes, will never defeat me!"

He said decisively.

Then, an Avada Kedavra hit Du Wei's brain precisely.

Under the astonishing green light, Duwei Jones was directly killed by Avada and hit on the head.

He tilted his hand and the wand fell to the ground.

In the end, his head was also tilted, and he was very peaceful.

It looked like the muscles were flabby and dead.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, even the goblin master didn't react.

It wasn't until Du Wei lay quietly for more than ten minutes that these goblin masters dared to speak.

"he died?"

Those goblins didn't dare to move. They looked at the unconscious man in front of them cautiously. They couldn't believe it. The main reason was that they didn't believe that someone like Duwei Jones would die?
Or suicide?

For a moment, they even thought that this was the great devil testing them.

But soon, they found something was wrong.

Because Avada Kedavra cannot deceive anyone.

Those who received Avada Kedavra died.

This is a...

and many more.

Thinking of this, these goblin masters suddenly relaxed.

"What a boring lunatic."

"Stupid wizard, stupid trick, can such a stupid trick deceive us?"

A goblin master snorted two breaths from his nose, and said disdainfully.

They suddenly remembered that when they were just caught, Duwei Jones seemed to have frightened them with Avada Kedavra.

He killed a dark wizard with Avada Kedavra.

Everyone thought the Dark Wizard was dead.

Silent as a cicada.

But it turned out that this black wizard wasn't actually dead, he just passed out.

Now this lucky dark wizard is the leader of the rest of the dark wizards.

He is responsible for the acceptance of labor reform results every day.

That is to say, labor reform activists.

"This lunatic is playing with the Unforgivable Curse again, and sooner or later he will be punished by magic."

Another goblin master said that in their eyes, it seems that Duvi Jones is playing with the evil curse that is most likely to kill people among the three most terrifying Unforgivable Curses in the entire wizarding world, which is a very normal thing .

Realizing that Du Wei Jones was not dead, they stopped talking to Du Wei.

Several goblin masters got together and began to discuss how they should transform the alchemy creation.

Sure enough, on the other side, Duvi Jones had a very peaceful expression after suffering his own Unforgivable Curse.

He lay on the ground.

A rare moment of rest.

An hour, er, five or 10 minutes to be precise, Duvi Jones woke up at a precise point.

His eyes didn't open, but his hands were already touching his waist.

There's a flat flagon there.

It's just that what's in this flat hip flask is not compound soup.

He also no longer needed Polyjuice Potion.

Du Wei let go of his hand, his eyes were blank for less than a second.

But immediately after, he climbed up from the hard ground full of energy.

His skin, which hit the ground, was already hidden under his clothes, showing a frightening blue-purple color.

But he doesn't care about it.

Anyway, my whole body, including my brain, is in pain every day.

When pain becomes a daily routine, a little rest becomes sweetness that cannot be expected.

He is in pain every day, and he doesn't care about it anymore.

Just don't die for a while.

He stood up, picked up his wand, and pointed it at himself.

"Hello, Tom."

Du Wei said to himself.

Tom in different periods has different temperaments.In his mind, he saw an ambitious Tom, he is not as depressed as he is now, he seems to have just left school and wants to challenge everything, he is like a locomotive full of ambition and desire, woo woo woo Leading an era, rushing forward.

Sensing that a soul had entered his territory, he designed a very simple trap to kill someone.

He's going to be the hunter, he's going to be in charge.

This is what an excellent wizard wants to do, to be forever young and always have fighting spirit.

Of course, he is also immature.

In the final three-way melee, no one succeeded.

But the effect Du Wei wanted came!

"I found you."

Du Wei continued.

He licked his lips, and he admitted that he was a little nervous - there's no shame in admitting nervousness and weakness.

'I'm just a weak wretch'.

Du Wei often told himself that, he took out a piece of wood, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it.

After thinking about it carefully, he put the wood down again, aimed at his own mouth, and cast a spell, [Tongue stiffened and mouth stiff].

It was a jinx, the way dark wizards used to silence their rowdy house-elves, or any other rowdy folk in the garden.

People under this curse will have stiff lips and tongue.

Also speechless.

Now, Du Wei told himself to shut up.

He waved his wand at himself.

'Are you ready, Du Wei? '

'Yes, Captain! '

He yelled at himself, and then waved his wand!
【Soul Separation】

It was at this moment that Du Wei felt the severe pain that was completely unbearable.

His sweat flowed from his body as if he didn't want money, as if there was an extremely hot blade on his head, cutting it off from the head to his feet!
The pain that cannot be blocked, shielded, and dodged is like the pain of Cruciatus in the later stage, like the pain that makes people want to faint!
When the pain reaches a certain level, it will fuse, the brain will forget, the brain will block, the brain will change this painful memory, and the brain will make people faint.

But Du Wei can't!

He's doing precise surgery!

He is dividing the soul.

He wants to taste such pain, he wants to feel the pain brought to him by Azkaban and Voldemort!

After confirming the location of the soul fragment, he started!
He wants to divide Voldemort's soul!
Unlike Harry Potter, Harry Potter's scar means that he and Voldemort have lived together for 13 years. During these 13 years, they have actually merged together.

You have me, and I have you.

This can be seen from their wands.

Ollivander said.

"The wand chooses the master, not the master chooses the wand."

Brother Wand, "Two Brothers" was chosen.

Phoenix Tail Feather chose a pair of brothers. Of course, from the point of view of the soul, Harry Potter and Voldemort, the two of them, are closer than brothers.

Brothers are related by blood, but they are entangled with the souls of me in you and you in me.

It is a miracle that cannot be replicated in the magic world!

Dewey is different.

Du Wei was a mistake!
He is performing a precise operation. He wants to separate the soul fragments in the depths of his soul from the depths of his soul with a soul division technique, which is equivalent to holding a knife and cutting out the foreign objects in his body. Cull it out.

I don't know how many talented dark wizards died at this step.

Even Du Wei, his hands were shaking!
Because it hurts too much.

There is no blood, but it is more real than the pain with blood.

"what!!!!!"

Du Wei's spell was broken because of the severe pain. He let out a scream like a lone wolf, but at the tip of his wand, a little green appeared!
His hands were shaking, his will was shrinking, and his brain was warning, but his soul was indeed divided!
"what!!!!!"

Screaming again, Du Wei waved his wand and knocked the touch of green into Voldemort's body.

Then, amidst the unspeakable astonishment in the eyes of the goblin masters, Voldemort stood up, looking down at his hands as if in disbelief, and then at Duvi Jones.

Duvi Jones looked at Voldemort, the sweat running down his face, which looked glistening in the light.

He was as collapsed as a bum who was about to die, his cotton cloth was wet with sweat, and his hair was in strands, sticking to his face.

He looked dying, dying.

But no one dared to underestimate such a person.

Even Voldemort who "resurrected".

"Haney."

Looking at the revived Voldemort, Du Wei panted heavily and said in a breathless voice, "Welcome to the new students, my Mr. Tom, now, you can call me mother.

I gave you a new life! "

(End of this chapter)