The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 290 Christmas, Courage
There was a sound coming from her nasal cavity, Bella whimpered and looked extremely excited. She danced and danced, and even wanted to lean back and knock Duvi Jones unconscious with the back of her head.

"I told you, don't move!"

Just for a moment, Bella's pupils dilated in horror, and she felt her bones seem to be moving away from her.

Her bones were pulled out and fell to the ground.

There was no pain in the whole process, she fell to the ground softly, and was lifted up forcefully by Du Wei Jones. Du Wei's wand tip hit Bella's neck so hard, and it was sunken in, looking extremely use force.

Seeing Duvi Jones' ferocious appearance, everyone had no doubt that in the next second, he would use his wand to pierce Bella's neck.

The wand is like a sharp sword, containing its owner's mad rage and desire for revenge, and can drink blood at any time. Du Wei's wand never left Bella's neck, but his magic power swept the surrounding foodies. Dead Apostles.

Those Death Eaters were horrified to see that their bones were "melting"!
"Quiet, ma'am, I told you, be quiet!"

Du Wei shouted irritably, "If you are not quiet, I will take all necessary measures, ladies and gentlemen, I will do what I say."

The magic power in Voldemort's body made him strong enough to resist such a frightening "new magic". Taking this opportunity, Voldemort flicked his wand gently and seemingly inadvertently.

He was still talking, indicating that he didn't have any abnormalities.

Secretly, he cast a flying spell, using silent casting.

"The diary is flying in."

He signaled Bella to continue to make some moves, and asked Duvi Jones to divert his attention, don't let him see Voldemort's small movements, just losing some bones, it's not a big deal, for them, making some bones is nothing Difficult.

Don't worry about rejection.

Fantastic magic.

Voldemort cared about that notebook.

As a genius wizard who also created Horcruxes, Voldemort knew very well what that notebook was.

That diary is a brand new Horcrux.

If he was right, it should be Duvi Jones' Horcrux.

It is equivalent to another life of Duwei Jones.

Horcruxes do not have the original function of resisting the Flying Curse, and most of the defenses of Horcruxes are defensive means created by the owner of the Horcrux himself to protect his second life.

Like Voldemort.

None of Voldemort's horcruxes can be summoned using the Flying Curse. If someone dares to shout "Horcrux Flying" in his territory, he will definitely receive a "greeting" carefully prepared by him. The little wizard has no way to deal with this matter.

Voldemort wanted to try it.

He didn't have the confidence to bring the notebook back.

But who knew, this notebook, under the summoning of the Flying Curse, flew over so easily. Duwei Jones didn't seem to have set any spells on his second life.

Duwei Jones' notebook flew over so simply, very fast.

This made Voldemort's eyes widen.

too easy.

This matter was so simple that Voldemort thought that there would be a curse on this notebook?

Is this a trap?
Several spells emerged from the tip of his wand again, landed on the diary to check the wand, and he found that there was nothing wrong with the diary.

Duvi Jones really didn't put any spells on this diary to prevent it from being picked up by others!
Voldemort was overjoyed.

He didn't expect that Duwei Jones would be so stupid that he didn't even set any curses or spells on the Horcrux.

He got hold of Duvi Jones.

For masters of spells like them, if they knew someone's real name, they could use some means to torture them, not to mention that they could cast more spells if they got other people's soul fragments.

Seeing that Du Wei's second life was about to fall into Voldemort's hands, a curse was born and hit the notebook!

Duvi Jones hid his face behind Bella's back, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile.

Voldemort's eyes also fell over, and he saw the people who spoiled his good deeds!
A trembling, but still very determined figure emerged from the shadows.

That handsome guy.

The teeth are very white, the eyes are big, and the hair is golden. At night, Voldemort can see that this wizard who sprang out has applied strange spells on his body layer after layer.

Fixed hairstyle, fresh breath, soft light on his face, high nose bridge, three-dimensional facial features.

Even Voldemort didn't expect that such a person would intervene in his battle with Duvi Jones.

A person who cares about his image.

Voldemort looked at him with great interest, and did not immediately choose Avada Kedavra to kill this man.

This man swallowed nervously and kept licking his lips. Because of nervousness, he even pressed his upper and lower lips together from time to time, and he even coughed up some phlegm.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't, making a spitting sound.

"Not an Auror, and not a Striker."

Voldemort said in a mocking voice, "Who are you, wizard?"

Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he should be an ordinary wizard. Because of nervousness, he walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but he still shouted firmly: "Stop, you dirty black wizards!"

"who am I?"

Voldemort looked at the troublemaker, and didn't try to get back the flying diary, because this notebook had grown its own legs and ran towards Duvi Jones.

Voldemort had obviously cast other spells.

He is stalling for time.

Lockhart looked at Voldemort and summoned up his courage. In his memory, he had a similar memory——Du Wei, as a kind person, changed his memory. In his memory, he had been with many werewolves, mother Yakshas, ​​werewolves, vampires, many dangerous nights.

He also had a head-to-head duel with some dark wizards.

So he summoned up his courage and said loudly: "Dark Lord, from today onwards, you are entitled to know my name.

I, the winner of the Order of Merlin Third Class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the most charming smile award of "Wizard Weekly", the modern holder of the best-selling book in the wizarding world, "Daily Prophet", "Witch Weekly", The resident author of "Evening Ghouls", professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's most trusted professor, the great Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart. "

He cried with courage, looking heroic.

It would have been better if his teeth hadn't chattered and rattled.

(End of this chapter)