Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 420

c404 You are guilty of a sin of arrogance! (Go to the doctor

Looking at the boiling river below and the gray-white gas rising into the sky, Voldemort couldn’t help but laugh.

“Looks like fate is still on my side.”

Harley tilted her head and looked at him: “Senior Riddle, you don’t think you have a chance to make a comeback in this situation, do you?”

“Why not?” Voldemort sneered and waved the wand in his hand.

I don’t know when, but his commonly used yew wand had disappeared, replaced by an elder wand, an imitation of the Elder Wand.

When this wand appeared, the originally erratic gray-white mist on the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to have found its target and flowed in the direction of Voldemort.

“Perhaps you are indeed my nemesis, the person predicted to kill me, but you also have a fatal weakness.”

“Then you are too arrogant, Harry Potter. You should not have given me so much time.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort disappeared into the air and was replaced by a big snake covered in black mist.

The pull on the rising gray-white mist below began to become obvious and became more intense.

The mist began to gather and quickly merged into the giant snake’s body along the invisible passage.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his wand symbolically, and two light blue thunderbolts blasted towards Voldemort.

However, this stroke of water frightened Voldemort. Obviously, he did not want to be disturbed and his success failed.

The giant snake immediately opened its mouth and spit out a large ball of green acid mist, which enveloped and annihilated the thunder, and then covered Harley.

The figure of the giant snake also disappeared in mid-air. When he reappeared, he appeared next to the immobile dementors.

In just one swallow at the Shekou, a dementor was completely swallowed, and their consciousness was instantly annihilated under the shroud of black mist.

The body itself, which was composed of erratic black smoke, turned around in the belly of the giant snake and was spit out by the snake’s mouth, and merged into the black mist from Voldemort around the body.

The whole action sounds long, but in fact it takes less than five seconds, and then Voldemort can devour the next dementor.

Even the Dementors, who were constantly absorbing happy emotions and bringing fear and despair around them, began to tremble constantly at this moment.

Just because they don’t have much brains doesn’t mean they are willing to die like this. Isn’t it nice to live and enjoy your soul?

But Harley’s extraordinary ability still fixed them, making it impossible for these dementors to move or escape.

The slightly smarter leader of the dementors even started to curse. If your opponents want to devour us, then we are your friends! Why are you still fixing us?

Unfortunately, it was useless. Harry was still “fighting” the attack from Voldemort casually, unwilling to care about these dementors at all.

In less than fifteen minutes, hundreds of dementors were devoured by Voldemort.

After enjoying the feast, he stuck out his forked tongue unsatisfiedly, obviously not satisfied with the meal.

The continuous gray-white mist below was also extracted too violently, and the amount was significantly reduced in a short period of time.

Voldemort’s attention unconsciously shifted downwards, and he even forgot that he was still on the battlefield.

These gray-white mist are like some cigars, cigarettes and fine wine in the Muggle world. They are so addictive.

“Are you finished with your preparations, Senior Riddle?”

While Voldemort was still staring at the gray-white mist below and salivating, a voice came from not far away.

Harley’s face already showed a little impatience,

“Senior, I’ve given you such a long time to prepare, can you please stop disappointing me?”

Only then did Voldemort’s eroded and slightly sluggish brain realize that he still had an opponent to deal with.

His cold gaze returned to the battlefield, and he kept hissing the letter, with anger mixed in his voice.

“You are guilty of a sin of pride, Harry Potter.”

“Faced with a dessert that’s already a staple, I don’t think I need to be too vigilant.”

Harley carefully examined the big snake in the distance, and the surprise in her eyes became more and more intense.

“I really didn’t expect you to give me such a surprise. Hmm… use dementors to carry the erosion of the river of eternal darkness? What a great idea.”

“The effect of this ritual may be better. After taking the magic potion, I might be able to digest one-fifth of it directly…”

Facing Harry’s extremely aggressive gaze, Voldemort became increasingly anxious.

He feels that his condition has never been better, and the strength he has now is stronger than ever.

But for some reason, Voldemort always felt as if he had become a delicacy in Harry’s eyes, like a piece of cake that could be divided at will, a fried fish with salt and pepper already sprinkled on it.

He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, and he hadn’t even had such a sense of depression when fighting Dumbledore or Harley before.

Voldemort decided not to wait any longer and took action directly.

The sooner he can deal with Harry Potter and get the Deathly Hallows, the sooner he can complete his plan and become the God of Death.

A green light bloomed on the giant snake, and Voldemort returned to his noseless form.

The moment he transformed back, Voldemort felt that his whole body was filled with magic power, and the world seemed to be under his control.

“Harry Potter, say goodbye to the world!”

“I should be saying this to you,” Harley raised her hand.

“Senior Riddle, as a delicacy, you have reached the best state now. If you wait any longer, it will not taste good.”

“Then I don’t have to be merciful anymore and can start enjoying the most sumptuous Christmas dinner!”

Voldemort sneered and raised the yew wand in his hand.

Dozens of thick blue rays of light were instantly generated in mid-air, covering Harry.

The invisible wall of wind emerged between the two of them, looking as indestructible as before, which was reassuring.

But this time, Fengqiang’s defense was not as good as before.

After the blue spell hit the wind wall, it turned into fragments of light and penetrated into the wind wall.

With explosions, the barrier created by Harry was defeated by Voldemort for the first time!

“See? This is my power now! The power of death!”

Voldemort laughed maniacally and waved his wand wantonly, and the waves turned into long whips, whipping at Harry from both directions.

Face is earned by oneself. Voldemort will pay back whatever attack he received before!

With a slight twist of the wand in Harry’s hand, two iron armor spells formed a new defense.

The seawater whip exploded in front of the Iron Armor Curse, but the Iron Armor Curse was also shattered into pieces.

Although both attacks were defended, this also gave Voldemort great confidence.

After all, he couldn’t even break through the opponent’s defense before, which made Voldemort doubt himself and his life.

In Voldemort’s arrogant laughter, all kinds of rays of light were generated out of thin air, like giant nets constantly covering Harry.

The magic coverage with Van Fleet’s ammunition is the king. The weak must strike accurately, and the strong only need fire coverage!

Facing the sea of ​​spells that could cover the moonlight, Harry’s face remained calm and breezy, and the wand trembled lightly, drawing beautiful traces.

She no longer defended, but turned to attack!

All the spells that could hit Harley were accurately judged, and the small and exquisite black fireballs and ice picks collided with each other accurately, detonating them directly in mid-air.

Voldemort’s attacks seemed to go on continuously, suppressing Harry until she could not move.

But in fact, Harley’s spell was so well defended that no attack could reach within ten meters of Harley.

Moreover, Harley seemed to be like a cat teasing a mouse and did not launch a comprehensive counterattack.

From time to time, she would snap her fingers and control the sea water to form water arrows, leaving scars on Voldemort’s body.

Because he was too focused, and his body was eroded by the gray-white mist that symbolized death, it had begun to show signs of decay and decay.

So Voldemort didn’t even notice these injuries, and just let the blood slip away drop by drop.

Finally, after casting another wave of spells, Voldemort subconsciously glanced at the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness below and swallowed.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was there black liquid on his feet?

Voldemort wiped his body, but felt his hands full of black blood.

“Um?”

A drop of water was stuck in the air and turned into a mirror out of thin air.

With the help of the mirror, Voldemort finally saw his current miserable state.

The black mist surrounding him has become much thinner, and there are many scars on his body.

His face became increasingly pale, and blood that had turned completely black was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Voldemort subconsciously looked at the hand holding the wand again. The bones were clearly visible in that hand that was already dry and thin, and it exuded a strong smell of decay.

Harley, who had been under attack before and seemed to be suppressed and out of breath, was still calm and composed at this time. Even the moon-white dress did not have any damage or stains.

She even had the time to smooth a strand of hair from her forehead and tie it to her ears.

The long hair has now grown from waist-length to body-length. It is floating in mid-air and can form a solid defense line at any time.

After devouring so many Dementors and fusing the power of the River of Eternal Darkness, Voldemort did temporarily reach the level of an angel on earth in Sequence Two.

The most intuitive thing is that every spell he casts begins to have the effect of a death curse, exuding the breath of death.

But what’s the use? Harley is a disaster witch who has completely digested the potion and is able to master her own power skillfully.

And Voldemort is just the equivalent of an earthly angel who just drank the potion, and does not have complete control of his own power;

Considering that he has not even gone through the stage of sequence three, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a three-year-old child holding a Barrett m82 sniper rifle——

In a word, it is lethal, but not a big threat.

“Senior Riddle, can’t you do this?”

After noticing that the opponent’s attack had stopped, Harley’s face showed a friendly smile.

“Ha.” Voldemort raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was a slight hesitation in his eyes.

He is indeed very arrogant and tough-talking, but in the face of this situation, no one can say something like “The Dark Lord is covered in scars, showing his victory, and Harry Potter is calm and composed, and his defeat is certain.”

Of course, facing the disadvantageous situation in front of him, he is not unable to solve it. After all, he still has a trump card.

As long as he uses the Animagus form of magical animals, Voldemort is still confident of giving his opponents a surprise.

He always believed that he had advanced certain magics to unprecedented levels.

His magical animal Animagus form is absolutely an unprecedented miracle. If Dumbledore wants to become a phoenix, he has to rely on the Fawkes around him, but he can do it independently.

However, the combat power brought by the Animagus form of magical animals coupled with the wizard’s own spell-casting ability, ordinary wizards are simply unable to compete.

But…is it worth it?

Transforming back into the magical animal Animagus form to fight would be too much of a drain on oneself, and would most likely affect one’s subsequent attempts to become a god of death.

Voldemort was still hesitating, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Senior Riddle, if you don’t take action, I will counterattack.”

Harley’s voice came again in time, with a hint of provocation and instigation, guiding him to make a decision.

“What trump cards are you not using now? Are you trying to hide them, senior, until you become a ghost after death and compete with Professor Binns for the position of Professor of History of Magic?”

Hearing this, Voldemort gritted his teeth, determination flashing in his eyes.

If he was beaten and ran away, or even needed to use a Horcrux again to save his life, it seemed that he would have no chance to try.

Only by preserving the present can we have a future.

Besides, it’s not that I can’t reduce consumption, I just have to make some sacrifices.

Voldemort’s chest suddenly burst open, blood mist filled the air, and exuded a rotten stench.

A large green snake emerged from Voldemort’s chest.

It is really hard to imagine that such a big snake could be hidden in such a thin and dry body, but Voldemort hid it and did not show any trace during the long battle.

After Nagini climbed out, the injury on Voldemort’s chest healed quickly, and even his breath did not fade much.

His hand that was not holding the wand gently stroked Nagini’s head, and Nagini licked Voldemort’s hand meekly.

Voldemort sighed, sighing for his Horcrux.

His five fingers instantly turned into sharp claws under the influence. Nagini didn’t know what was happening, and she simply crushed her master’s head.

At the same time, the giant snake from before appeared and swallowed Nagini’s body in one bite!

“The final round is here…”

Before the giant snake finished speaking, a confused and strange green light suddenly flashed across its blood-red eyes.

“You’re right, the final round is here, my round is finally here!”

Harry no longer showed the laziness he had before. Now her face was serious, and her eyes lit up with the same green light as Voldemort’s eyes.

A stone spear had been lodged in Voldemort’s heart for some time, and it burst out of the ground at this moment.

It penetrated Voldemort’s huge body that transformed into a giant snake, and nailed it in mid-air!

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(Thanks to the boss of “Micro Burning Light” for the tip!)

I went to the hospital today to take X-rays. Fortunately, no bones were injured. I’m very lucky. The pain in my calf lasted all morning, and the author was scared to death, thinking that the bone was cracked. Alas, the update is a bit late, please forgive me.