The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 224 Riddle, Arvada Overwhelming (End)
The reborn Voldemort looked at his hands in surprise.

After a while, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his snake face.

He never thought that he could come back to life again.

From a soul, a memory, he became a complete person again.

Looking at the goblin master beside him, he glanced at Duwei Jones again.

His expression couldn't contain the joy.

"You're asking for your own death, Dewey Jones. As a mercy, I'll let you die peacefully."

said Voldemort.

He seems to be high and high, and he is really squandering his mercy.

Du Wei was extremely weak, and the pain of tearing his soul made him unable to concentrate at all.

That momentary, momentary pain.

This was probably the closest he came to death, closer to death than he suffered from Avada Kedavra.

But the more this happened, the more excited Du Wei became.

His eyes darkened.

Under normal circumstances, a wizard in this state, even Dumbledore, would not be able to cast spells.

Spells have a lot to do with the wizard's mentality. When a wizard is in such a bad state, even if he is holding an elder wand, he will be disarmed by a student with a disarming spell to disarm the Elder Wand in his hand.

That's right, Dumbledore after being poisoned.

Du Wei took out Walker's wand, put it in his hand, and held it up.

His hands were shaking.

His wand was also trembling.

"Want to be free, Tom?"

"Want to leave, Tom?"

"Want to kill everyone here, Tom?"

"Come here, get this wand," Du Wei lowered his head, coughed and said, "You can fulfill all your long-cherished wishes.

Just take two steps forward. "

Tom Riddle didn't move.

He cautiously looked at Duwei Jones in front of him.

As for the goblin masters around him, he didn't even look at them. In his eyes, these goblins were just air.

Here, someone who can be called his opponent.

Only Dewey Jones in front of him.

"A trap, a poor trap."

Tom whispered.

When he was very young, or in other words, when he was very young, when he was in the orphanage, he had already awakened a very powerful magical ability.

It's like when Harry Potter was young, he destroyed a whole piece of glass in the reptile house and made the snakes inside run out.

Like Neville Longbottom flying across a street when he fell from the attic.

Our little Tom, already in his orphanage days, was able to cause many accidents, with his wicked magic.

This includes, but is not limited to, asking snakes to attack their "friends", setting the closet on fire, inexplicably causing stones to fly up, and breaking the heads of "little friends".

However, even if he can cast spells without a staff, the power of casting spells without a staff is still weakened by a large part.

So he pursues the Elder Wand.

He didn't believe in the legend of the three brothers at all. He was not a saint. To him, the Elder Wand was just a magic amplifier.

Its biggest function is to increase his mana and make him more powerful.

He only believes in power.

Because he was young, what he lacked the most was strength.

A flaw in character always needs something to make up for.

Something was missing, always simple.

But it's hard enough to make up for.

His fingers are slender and beautiful, like hands playing the piano, with well-defined bones and slightly protruding blue veins.

Voldemort pointed his long fingers at Duvi Jones.

"You can't frighten me, Dewey Jones, I can tell you're weak, you're pretending to be strong.

You're dying, Duvi Jones, and I smell death in you. "

That's what Voldemort said, but he never got close to Du Wei.

"Honey, don't be so vigilant, look, what can such a me do to you?

You said it all, I'm dying. "

Du Wei coughed, threw his wand aside, leaned against the wall and said weakly: "I just gave birth to you, and I have given all my energy, Tom.

I have no strength against me.

Have you heard of myths?Whichever country it is, that damned myth?
Killing the father and taking the mother is like a clan of lions.

Those who possess great power are no different from beasts.

My little Tom, they just let out their bestiality.

They lost their humanity, lost their divinity, and magnified their animal nature.

You can too, come on, kill me, and you can become a whole person.

Perform fabulous feats. "

After Du Wei finished speaking, he giggled.

This kind of smile hurt his soul even more.

Voldemort circled around, he walked around Dewey Jones, his eyes were always patrolling on Dewey Jones, trying to find the trap set by Dewey Jones, he did not believe that anyone would choose to die.

He only believed that this was a trap that Duvi Jones had set long ago, waiting for him to step into it.

"Then..." Voldemort looked at Duvi Jones, and suddenly moved his hand. Without a wand, he couldn't cast fine enough magic, but he didn't intend to cast any fine magic, such as Transfiguration.

It is actually very simple to kill a person.

It's okay without Avada Kedavra.

Just blow his head off.

That's what he's doing now!

At the moment when Voldemort made a move, his eyes revealed countless, strong malice that was about to turn into substance, like a poisonous snake hunting, trying its best to strike with all its might!
After his hands were agitated, a strange force appeared in front of Du Wei, pressed Du Wei's head, and slammed into the wall behind.

Voldemort was so forceful that Du Wei knocked the wall behind him out of a cobweb-like shattered state.

"Bang" with a loud noise.

Dewey Jones' head was smashed into the wall!
At this time, Voldemort was shocked to see that in front of him, a large number of green Avada Kedavra swept towards him,

Not only that, but there are also a lot of faints mixed in.

There's also the Disarming Curse.

These spells filled all his vision in an instant.

Du Wei developed Avada Kedavra, which cannot kill people, and developed a unique usage of Avada Kedavra.

As we all know, Avada Kedavra will not be stopped by ordinary magic spells. Even the highest level of armor protection is still unable to prevent Avada Kedavra.

So Duwei Jones regarded Avada Kedavra as a broken defense version of the unconscious place.

No need to kill, just stun people.

But no matter what the spell is, as long as it is a spell, it can be harmful.

Even if it is fainting, or the more harmless disarming spell, if a person takes several spells at once, something serious will happen.

Professor McGonagall was sent to St. Mungo's for treatment after taking four "fainted" notes.

In other people's words, Professor McGonagall has been hurt like this at an old age.

Very serious consequences.

If not done well, there will be sequelae.

The same goes for disarming spells.

The original Professor Snape was caught off guard, and was also hit by two or three disarming curses, and passed out.

Whatever the spell.

Charms are not completely harmless.

For the same two spells, the person who casts the spell, his character, his purpose, and his emotions when he casts it are different.

The same spell has different consequences.

Voldemort never thought that one day, he would be attacked with overwhelming Avada Kedavra.He wanted to Apparate, wanted to get out of here, wanted to escape these spells.

But he didn't know that this was Hogwarts.

Except for the principals of the past, and people like Duwei Jones, the rest of the people who want to apparate here are almost equivalent to daydreaming.

So did Voldemort.

He didn't move away!

Duwei Jones' head sank into the wall, his hands were hanging down on the ground limply, as if he was really dead, but none of the sober, moving goblin masters dared to move. The Voldemort of the first life was hit by countless spells, and his whole body flew up, hitting the wall fiercely, making a loud noise.

He passed out.

Definitely passed out, this is what those goblin masters think about.

If they hadn't thought better, Voldemort would have been killed by Duvi Jones.

There was a deadly silence and a deadly unsettling silence.

Just when these goblin masters were at a loss and didn't know what to do, finally, the sound of singing rang out in this bedroom.

"If you can move
Dear goblin friends please help me get that fainted cutie into the suitcase
if you can still move

Please feed my little cutie a lethal dose of potion and make him sleep peacefully"

In this broken singing voice, these goblin masters wanted to have a backbone, stepped forward swiftly, and poured a lot of potions into the mouth of the poor little Tom who passed out and didn't know what the sequelae would be , After a long while, they struggled to stuff Voldemort into the suitcase, and by the way, they also stuffed themselves into the suitcase.

He quietly pulled up the suitcase.

The entire bedroom finally regained a certain amount of silence.

At this moment, there was a knock on Professor Lupin's bedroom door.

"Remus, are you in there?"

It was Dumbledore's voice, but unfortunately, no one answered Dumbledore's words.

Dumbledore was patiently outside the door and continued to knock on the door.

The gate opened, and someone used [Alahoo Cave Open], but I won't say who it was.

Dumbledore walked in and saw what looked like a murder scene.Here, Professor Lupine's head was smashed into the wall, his hands drooped limply, his whole body was flaccid and limp, and even his wand flew to the side.

Dumbledore walked in and closed the door behind him.

"All right, Mr. Jones?"

He playfully asked Dewey Jones inside the wall, and Dewey Jones moved his finger slightly.

"Not so good, Professor"

He sang with a spell, "Please pull me out of the wall"

(End of this chapter)