"Professor! Professor Grindelwald!"
"Professor Dumbledore?"
Suddenly feeling cold and cold, the bitterness on Harry's face became more intense. He was really helpless in the current situation. Although Harry had practiced magic very seriously and hard for a whole year, magic was not something he could just say "I can do it". It can be achieved, even if the effect of magic is very idealistic, the reality is materialistic.
Without enough knowledge reserves, not enough theoretical understanding, and not enough practice time, it is impossible to do it. Even if Harry has almost learned all the spells in the first, second and third grades, that is because these three grades are completely different. When laying the foundation, all the spells are entry-level spells. You can learn them by yourself even by reading books. They are spells that any wizard can master. There is no need for so-called talent, just hard work.
Harry currently has two spells that can truly be called advanced, one is the Disillusionment Curse, and the other is the Explosion Curse, but the Disguise Curse is useless here, and the Explosion Curse can't deal with the demon centurion. To cause effective damage, you can't use Expelliarmus to pull out this guy's hands, feet, and teeth, right? The demons are not Voldemort, and they won't use Avada to play against Harry.
"Look at you looking around."
Although calling for help failed, Harry couldn't help but laugh after seeing Voldemort's actions.
"The great Dark Lord must have discovered that there are invisible people in the air, right? As expected of the Dark Lord, he can see things that mortals cannot."
"Shut up!"
A somewhat angry Voldemort spoke sharply. When Harry called out Grindelwald's name, he did appear a little panicked. After all, if he met the dark wizard now, he would definitely be dead. Grindelwald and Dumbledore Different, he was a ruthless person who never let go of his mistakes. When the Wiccan Saints started to rise with him, this guy assassinated nearly one-tenth of the high-ranking officials in the European magic world, paving the way for the Wiccan Party's infiltration. A broad road has been opened.
"The tricks you play before you die are fun, right?"
Voldemort, with a distorted expression on his face, spoke fiercely, and the black mist that made up his body was almost boiling at this moment.
"I hope you can still smile when I see you reunited with your damn parents, Potter!"
"Yeah?"
Harry rolled to avoid the furious charge of the demon centurion and pulled out a silver-white cloak from his pocket.
"You should play with this guy for a while first."
Taking advantage of Voldemort's previous distraction, Harry adjusted his position. At this time, the end of the Centurion's charging path was where Voldemort was.
But the moment the giant figure of the stone man blocked Voldemort's sight, Harry quickly put on his father's ancestral invisibility cloak and disappeared into the air as if melting.
Although the invisibility cloak cannot cover smells and sounds, it can perfectly block any form of magic detection. The moment Harry disappeared, the prototype of Voldemort immediately appeared and caused an invisible ripple.
However, the curse did not bring him any feedback, which made Voldemort think that Harry had left here.
Although he used special concealment methods to prevent the demon centurion from detecting his own magic power fluctuations, the subconscious casting of the spell just now actively exposed his existence. The demons didn't care if the guy in front of them opened a passage and let him sneak here. As long as they are magical creatures, they are the targets of their hunting. Even if they have not discovered them before, now that they have been discovered, there is no way to let them go. Hitting anyone is not a beating. These stone heads will be poor for a while if they chase Voldemort's butt. Reluctant to chase.
Although Voldemort could choose to re-enter stealth to get rid of the Centurion's entanglement, he could not determine Harry's location without using magic. The demons could kill him at any time, but Harry could never let go.
Voldemort, who did not have much strength left, could not guarantee that he would still have enough power to deal with Harry after killing this guy. The current situation was unexpected by him. His plan was to wait until the demons killed Harry. , he would release them to cause some trouble for Hogwarts, and then he quietly escaped with everything in hand, but the plan was aborted before the first step was completed.
Harry, who had successfully escaped from the entanglement, was not relieved. He knew very well that although the invisibility cloak, which was the Deathly Hallows, had the effect of being immune to magic detection, even under its protection, the demons would not be able to detect magic. His senses detected his location, but it was not impossible to break this deception. Once Voldemort changed his mind, he would definitely be found out.
He opened his right hand and looked at the Philosopher's Stone lying in his hand, hesitating in his heart. If the plan was not disrupted, Harry would rely on this Philosopher's Stone to become an anima different from everyone else. Gus, he once imagined that he would transform into a dragon, a handsome thunderbird, or other equally cool magical creatures.
"But now I can't allow me to continue dreaming."
Harry sighed. Regardless of whether Grindelwald didn't come out or he didn't come at all, the bad old man who didn't intend to help him couldn't care about him at the moment. He could only rely on himself for everything.
Although there was a lot of reluctance in his heart, Harry finally gritted his teeth and stuffed the Sorcerer's Stone into his mouth again, but this time he did not continue to hide it, but put it between his teeth and used all his strength. bit down.
Although it looked like a stone, the magic stone, which was not as hard as a rock cake, broke into two halves the moment his teeth clenched his teeth. The crunching sound of chewing was suppressed very softly, and the sharp crystals cut Harry's teeth. The tongue pricked many bloody wounds.
However, when the blood came into contact with the magic stone fragments, these crystals began to soften and liquefy, and finally turned into a strange-tasting soup that was swallowed directly.
The tiny wounds in his mouth were instantly repaired under the action of the ultimate magic potion. Harry, who was waiting quietly, didn't even pay attention to Voldemort and the demon centurion's game at this time: "Chase me, and if you catch me, I will let you." Ehehehehe' game.
Compared with the uses of the two Sorcerer's Stones selected by Harry, eating it directly is not the best choice. Nicolas Flamel only wrote a short paragraph when describing this effect:
"It was hard and unpalatable. I had a hole in my tongue and had diarrhea the next day. But my body felt much lighter, as if I had become ten years younger. Unfortunately, I am almost three hundred years old. This is of no use. The expected alchemical poison did not appear. Perhaps it is because the magic stone is the perfect crystallization of alchemy, and the internal constituent materials have been perfectly blended. Otherwise, those terrible materials can definitely poison a city. people.
The known effects so far are to purify magic power and improve energy resistance. Maybe I should try eating a tenth of it? There may be other effects, but they should all strengthen the body. I don't recommend using the magic stone in this way. If I really have no choice, I would rather use it to strengthen my wand, which can emit at least one more light. It will be more beautiful. "
Even as the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicoléme has a certain degree of restraint in his research on the Philosopher's Stone. The taste of it is beyond the expectations of many people, and even he himself is reluctant to take a bite. Eat them like jelly beans.
Although the two points of purifying magic power and improving energy resistance are very ordinary compared to other effects, this is likely to be Harry's breaking point, whether it is to further enhance the effectiveness of the spell or to resist the flames and break out of the secret room. It would allow Harry to find a way out.
While he was waiting quietly, a strong wind suddenly blew up violently. The gravel, gravel, and dust on the ground were flying all over the sky at this moment, and the invisibility cloak was almost blown away by the violent wind.
When the cloak was lifted violently, a cold voice appeared in the room where the wind was raging.
"Got you, Potter!"
"Game over."
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There are two more updates left. I'll see if I can finish them before three o'clock. I've been late from get off work these days, so please forgive me.
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