Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 419

c403 Replace Death!

With a loud noise, huge waves shot down. Meteorites emerging from the spirit world followed suit and fell on Azkaban.

There was a loud noise, a terrifying explosion, and a large amount of energy was released.

Tons and tons of seawater were instantly vaporized, and the dark clouds in the sky and the surrounding strong winds were dispersed, revealing the bright moonlight.

Under the influence of magic, the surrounding area quickly became calm again, leaving only the sound of the surging sea water.

Azkaban Island has disappeared, leaving no wreckage on the main part of the island, not even a trace of gravel or smoke.

After all, this is a special natural disaster caused by the extraordinary abilities of angels on earth, and it is not something that such an island, which is not particularly special, can withstand.

But in the end, Azkaban Island still left something behind, or in other words, it uncovered the island’s cover for certain existences, revealing the true face hidden under the thick rock——

At this time, the location of Azkaban Island turned into a huge sinkhole.

But around this hole that should have swallowed up countless seawater, the seawater did not pour in. Instead, it formed a wall of water that was constantly flowing but unable to move forward even one step further.

And at the bottom of this pit is a long gray river.

There is gray-white mist floating above the river, containing the breath of death, emerging from the spiritual world and disappearing from the spiritual world.

And in the sky above this sinkhole, only Harley, Voldemort and a group of Dementors were still fixed in mid-air. The Dementors relied on their unique properties and were not killed by natural disasters, although they were almost killed by natural disasters. The aftermath of the air flow blew him away, but he was easily pulled back by Harley.

When the meteorite fell, Harley was already flying into the air, carried by the wind.

She conveniently put away the Night Mirror. When the meteorite fell earlier, she grabbed several Death Eaters and threw them into the Night Mirror.

These Death Eaters are more or less special. It would be too wasteful to die directly. It would be better to capture them.

“Dear senior, is this your goal?”

Harry glanced at the gray-white river exuding the aura of death, and then looked at Voldemort.

At this time, Voldemort was no longer as calm as before. The expression on his snake face was full of astonishment, surprise and disbelief, and soon turned into extremely ferocious.

“What’s wrong? Senior Riddle?” Harley put her hands behind her back and said with a smile, “Why do you look so angry?”

“By the way, I really don’t see the role of these Death Eaters and dark creatures you sent.”

“Very good, very good.” Voldemort’s entire face was distorted at this moment.

“I really didn’t expect that you still have this kind of weather magic and destroyed my hope.”

“I thought you could kill them at most, but I didn’t expect you actually destroyed the island!”

“You really deserve to die! Harry Potter!”

At this time Voldemort was surprisingly angry. He made careful plans, spent a lot of time and energy preparing, and saw his goals coming to fruition.

But just when he was close to success, his plan was ruthlessly destroyed.

At this time, the anger in Voldemort’s heart was about to overflow, and veins were exposed on the hand holding the wand tightly.

A black flame suddenly rose and turned into a giant python, rushing towards Harley.

Harry didn’t even take out her wand, just snapped her fingers.

A flame of the same color flew out from behind, scattering Voldemort’s flames.

“Dear Senior Riddle, this kind of weak attack will not work.” Harley shook her head, seeming to feel sorry for Voldemort.

“Don’t be too happy too soon,” Voldemort’s voice rarely became calmer.

“The fact that you have such attainments in weather spells at your age really proves your unusual talent.”

“But if you spend all your time on large-scale weather spells, how much energy will you have to study those dueling magics?”

“Large-scale weather attacks are only suitable for cleaning up those wastes. The real duel still depends on the black magic of a single target!”

Voldemort’s wand flicked hard, hitting the air hard.

Groups of green light images emerged out of thin air and turned into large nets and flew toward Harley.

Avada Kedavra—a chain of Kedavra!

And large shards of fierce fire also emerged from under Voldemort’s robe, turned into fire pythons, chased behind the big net and rushed towards Harry.

“Senior Riddle, what you said is wrong.”

Although the Killing Curse and the Fire Curse were right in front of her, Harry was still leisurely and even had the time to refute Voldemort’s views.

“You think the weather spell is not suitable for one-on-one duels, just because you are too useless and have not understood the essence of this spell.”

The hurricane that had been completely blown away by the meteorites and huge waves did not know when it came to the battlefield again, and it was a bit more violent than before!

A large number of magic nets composed of life-killing spells hit the invisible wind blade, and were cut open easily.

The giant fire python was also directly dispersed, and the flames that were supposed to burn everything merged into the airflow, and eventually disappeared into nothing.

At the same time, a giant hand rose from the sea below, and the airflow in the sky condensed into a millstone.

“Look carefully and study hard.” Harry nodded towards Voldemort, her voice echoed in the sky.

“Senior Riddle, I will only demonstrate once!”

Before Voldemort could react, the millstone suddenly fell down, and the seawater’s palm also lifted up!

“boom!”

There was another violent explosion, and the airflow fluctuations generated when the two natural disasters collided lifted the Dementors fixed in the air high again, and then they were pulled back to their original place by invisible ropes.

If they had a choice, those dementors would rather die than be treated like a dog or kicked like a ball.

After completing their mission, the wind millstone and seawater palm slowly dissipated.

Voldemort in the middle of the two has disappeared, leaving only a large amount of thin black mist.

Harley stared at the black mist with interest, but did not do anything. She just looked at them and the Dementors who were still serving as VIP spectators in the sky because of their extraordinary abilities.

“It’s so similar! Isn’t Senior Riddle secretly eating Dementors behind my back?”

After a minute-long truce period, the black mist finally condensed again and turned back into Voldemort himself.

Through the dark magic from before, he successfully avoided the fatal blow.

But it’s clear that this magic doesn’t come without a price.

Voldemort’s current condition is extremely bad, and the corners of his mouth are slightly blackened and mixed with some unknown solid blood.

The already pale snake face was even drier than before, as if it had lost all its energy.

Voldemort’s figure was also a little shaky, as if just hovering in mid-air had exhausted his strength.

“Senior Riddle, your level doesn’t look very good either.” Harley couldn’t help but remind her in a friendly manner,

“Is it true that middle-aged people can’t help themselves and need to soak wolfberry in a glass? Do you want to sit down and rest for a while before engaging in an endless duel?”

Voldemort did not reply, but was always alert to his surroundings.

He had clearly let go of his perception of magic power fluctuations before, and was wary of all attacks around him.

But when a wind millstone appeared above his head and a giant hand of sea water appeared under his feet, he found no sign of it, as if his perception was blocked by something.

It was not until the two attacks were about to touch him that he noticed the two natural disasters, and reluctantly used a kind of black magic derived from dementors to change his own form of existence and forcibly escaped.

“I admit that I underestimated you.”

After suffering such a heavy blow, the ferocity and anger on Voldemort’s face disappeared, replaced by endless coldness.

In addition to being wary, he now also felt very puzzled and felt at a loss.

When he faced Dumbledore, an old man who was more than a hundred years old, he was only slightly behind. When he was in good condition, he could draw a draw, and occasionally he could even dominate the opponent.

But now, even though he had used the unique skills of the Death Curse and the Fire Curse, he was inexplicably suppressed in all directions by a fifteen-year-old underage witch.

Could it be that he has lived on a dog for more than seventy years? Voldemort even had some self-doubt.

Glancing at the river below, Voldemort shook his head.

Without the watering of blood and life, even with the violent magic power before, the river still did not boil completely. It seemed that his plan had failed. What’s more important now is deciding how to strategically retreat…wait?

Voldemort looked in disbelief at the long gray-white river below that was spewing out a large amount of death breath, and a ferocious smile slowly appeared on his face.

When Voldemort was still Tom Riddle, he traveled around to study and study dark magic.

Azkaban Island was the most important stop on his journey, where he changed his life.

Tom has always believed that a prison that can hold so many prisoners and so many dark wizards cannot be ordinary and unremarkable no matter how you think about it, so he chose to board this island and sneak into the Azkaban Prison.

As a young man, he did learn a lot of black magic here, conducted in-depth research on the existence of dementors, and reached some agreements with the dementors…

But his biggest reward lies in the river.

When he sneaked into the cell on the bottom floor, Tom discovered the sealed iron door.

Using ingenious dark magic, he confuses the seal, manages to open it, and slips down to find out.

And there, Tom witnessed with his own eyes the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness, which was the long gray-white river in front of him.

Although he had already foreseen that this place would be very dangerous and had taken precautions, young Tom still couldn’t see enough when facing the long gray-white river.

Although the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness had become very calm and stable at that time, the gray-white mist that was released unintentionally still easily gave Tom Riddle a head-on blow.

He was once a handsome young man, but his face was disfigured after being eroded by the gray-white mist.

This made Tom almost go crazy after he woke up. After all, his handsome appearance was also a powerful weapon. He was still very conscious at the time and knew where his three treasures – Hufflepuff’s gold cup, Slytherin’s locket and Ravenclaw’s diadem – came from.

Isn’t he just using his handsome appearance and sweet words to deceive little girls and old ladies?

But he soon discovered that after being infected by this inexplicable gray-white mist, his soul, which had become extremely fragile after being split three times, became inexplicably stable, enough to support himself in more splits, and also It will not affect the strength.

Tom was ecstatic about this discovery and quickly accepted the fact that he was disfigured.

Isn’t it just disfigured? In the face of eternal life and immortality, what does mere appearance mean?

It was also at that time that he officially changed his name to Voldemort, burying his past and welcoming his future.

After experiencing this encounter, Voldemort realized that there were more secrets waiting for him to discover in this long gray-white river.

Half a year ago, after the mysterious wizard who called himself the leader of the saints and Voldemort formed an alliance, he also showed Voldemort enough evidence to prove the existence of Death and the Three Hallows of Death.

Naturally, Voldemort couldn’t believe it so easily, after all, the evidence could be forged.

He conducted long-term research, combined with the records of the Malfoy family, and finally succeeded in finding traces of the Elder Wand from historical clues.

At the same time, he also connected all this with the gray-white river below Askaban——

Voldemort made a bold guess that the river that the three Peverell brothers walked on was a certain section of this long gray-white river.

The source of the so-called God of Death and the Three Hallows of Death is also this gray-white river that exudes the aura of death.

Over the years, the Three Hallows of Death have wandered around, and the legend of Death has never appeared again. Voldemort believed this meant that the real Death had long since died!

So after half a year of magic research, he formulated a bold plan.

The birth of the dementors originated from the combination of the fog above the gray-white river and unknown magical power. It is essentially part of the negative emotions symbolized by the gray-white river.

And he himself has been eroded by this river and has undergone many transformations. In a sense, he has similar characteristics to the dementors, but his own research is more inclined to the field of death.

Voldemort can fly out of thin air and turn into black mist because after he thoroughly studied the Dementors, he used black magic similar to the “Dementor’s Kiss” to forcefully “kiss” the Dementors and devour them.

So can I control this river and become the new God of Death by swallowing the gray-white mist infinitely?

Through some simulation experiments, Voldemort believed that this was possible.

However, this river is too stable. If you want to produce as much gray-white fog as possible, you must let it completely riot.

If you want to allow yourself to carry so much gray-white mist, you need to swallow as many dementors as possible, while erasing their consciousness, and making them become part of yourself.

As the existence of the same origin as the gray-white mist, Dementors’ special existence form can also carry more power.

This plan is feasible, but every step is a tightrope walk, and if you are not careful, you will fall into an abyss.

Voldemort didn’t know whether he could succeed.

But he is willing to make a big gamble for this more powerful power and true immortality!

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