Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 568

c568 cracked door

“Avada~~King of Life~~”

In the end, Voldemort made his choice.

Compared with the possible benefits, the risks he has to take are too high.

But just when the green curse came to Hermione, the solid door suddenly made a crisp sound.

“Click~”

It was as if something had been squeezed open, and at the same time, fierce fire poked out from the crack in the cracked door.

“call.”

The fierce fire rolled over, and the green curse disappeared.

Voldemort frowned and waved his wand again without hesitation.

It’s not a life-killing curse, it’s a life-killing wave.

Not one or two, but four or five in succession hit Hermione.

The rich green light even embeds him with eternal magic power, which makes the deadly Botu seem to be alive.

“Kakaka~~~”

The cracks on the door increased one after another, and fierce fire surged out.

A series of fierce fires formed arms, fiercely grasping the deadly wave that rushed towards Hermione.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

With a muffled sound, each wave was crushed.

But they did not disappear. The magic of perpetual motion prompted them to gather together again, and under the control of Voldemort, they tried to bypass those arms and rush towards Hermione.

But the dexterous arms caught them again and pulled them hard behind the door.

A series of operations that sound like a long time, but are actually completed in the blink of an eye.

And while Voldemort was battling with Grindelwald behind the door, Hermione had completely completed the magic text.

It worked instantly, causing the other god of death, who had been roaring ferociously behind the door, to fall into a long silence.

Voldemort knew that at this point, Grindelwald’s cooperation with another god of death was inevitable.

The biggest guarantee for this world now is whether this door is strong enough.

His eyes briefly glanced at the crack in the door, and Voldemort gave up on this delusion.

“If you count on the God of Death…”

Unable to help but look towards the Death Hall, Voldemort immediately shook his head.

The message that Death had tried so hard to send before had only one “H”.

Now it has been confirmed that this “H” refers to Hermione, but the question is why didn’t Death directly name her?

The reason is not difficult to guess. He must have also encountered trouble.

It can be seen from this that the God of Death is not worth relying on.

“In that case…”

Whispering, Voldemort moved forward step by step, came to Hermione’s side, and got closer to the magic text.

“Neville, if Death and Grindelwald rush out, do whatever you can to help me hold on for a while longer.”

After he said this, he stopped caring and started analyzing the magic text on the door with all his strength.

At this time, he was trying to use this complete “Fetter of Destiny” magic text to understand the most original destiny magic text belonging to his right eye.

Time passed little by little, and a whistling sound gradually came from the door.

It seemed that the two people inside were merging and accumulating power, but Hermione, who had finished carving the “Bond of Destiny” inscription, surprisingly made no more moves.

Voldemort didn’t think about why Hermione didn’t move, but waited and watched quietly.

I don’t know how much time passed, but finally there was a banging sound inside the door, and the door began to shake.

From the cracks that appeared before, pillars of magical energy spurted out.

Neville and others had already moved over, trying to protect Voldemort who was deep in thought, but he was in the front position and could not move or block his sight. This made everyone confused for a moment what to do.

At this moment, a hole was suddenly knocked out of the door, and a pale hand stretched out from inside, with long nails piercing the door from the outside.

“Zira~~”

Amidst the harsh sound, a long mark was scratched out of the door.

Then there was a crash, and the door made an overwhelming “squeak” sound.

“You guys keep watch.”

Seeing that the door was about to break down, Voldemort finally spoke, and decisively left the opposite side of the door, running not far away to stabilize his figure.

He took out his magic wand and started scribbling on the ground. After a while, a magic text similar to “The Bond of Destiny” came out.

But unlike the fetters of fate, even in the eyes of ordinary wizards, this circular magic text is constantly flickering and changing.

“Be careful, they’re coming out.”

Hermione suddenly spoke, but Neville and others were startled to look at her in confusion.

“I will block the first wave, but it won’t be long. You should be prepared for the follow-up.”

Hermione spoke again, but she did not explain why she jumped back to Voldemort’s men when the door was about to be broken open.

Everyone was naturally full of doubts, but this was obviously not the time to ask any more questions.

They were working hard to place reinforcement spells on the door. Even if they knew that doing so would be of little use, they did not dare to stop.

After a while, the door was finally knocked open, and a strange figure appeared in front of everyone:

The body is as thin and tall as a skeleton. The skin exposed outside the tattered clothes is covered with scales. The areas without scales are pale and shine like pearls.

No hair, no lips, two slender nostrils, and fingers pointing towards pale spider legs.

A pair of scarlet eyes with narrow pupils and a fierce flash of light made everyone shudder.

“This is your Majesty, children, kneel down.”

Grindelwald’s voice came, but it seemed to come from behind the head of the monster in front of him.

“The bond of fate will separate you from life and death.”

When everyone saw in astonishment, Hermione stretched her hands forward and said.

Along with her words, the magic text on the broken door panel slowly flew up and gathered in front of her hands.

The circular magic text rotates and changes constantly, as if it is constantly shifting like a person’s destiny.

“Damn it, who are you?”

Grindelwald’s voice behind the monster’s head became urgent, and he obviously felt the change in fate.

At the same time, the monster-like Death suddenly let out a strange “Jie Jie” laugh, accompanied by the movement of raising his hands to the back of his head.

“Stop, Death, we can only control our own destiny, wake up.”

Grindelwald’s voice roared, but it failed to stop the slender nails from falling.

As the God of Death pulled the back of his head with both hands, he slowly turned around at the same time, finally allowing everyone to see where Grindelwald was.

His face was right on the back of the God of Death’s head, but was pierced by the God of Death’s long nails, and he was struggling painfully.

This terrifying scene made everyone hold up their magic wands, not knowing what to do.

It seemed that there was an internal conflict between the two of them, so it was better for them not to break the balance.

But doing nothing made them feel uneasy, wondering if they would miss the opportunity.

After thinking like this, everyone’s eyes were slowly focused on Neville’s face, waiting for his order.

But Neville’s eyes fell on Hermione’s face, just because Hermione was shaking her body and holding on, with blood flowing out of her eyes and nose.

Obviously, controlling the magic text of destiny is not as easy as imagined.