The howling wind stopped at this moment, and Harry's figure also appeared when the dust fell. The invisibility cloak was suitable for use without knowing it. Although Voldemort's sight was blocked at the time, there might only be so much that could make the wizard disappear. Several things, it was not difficult for Voldemort to guess.
"You are stupider than I thought. You can be safe just by wearing that cloak?"
"I'm tired of this, Potter."
"Hand over the magic stone, surrender and brand my emblem on my feet, maybe I can spare your life."
The somewhat obstructive demon centurion was trapped by Voldemort in a sphere made of thick mud. He used clear water from a spring to attract water, and mixed it with the soil under the floor to create a pure natural mire trap without magic. The passive ability of the demons to absorb magic power is useless against such non-magical traps. During the long thousand-year war, the wizards who have always been the dominant side have studied the demons quite deeply. Voldemort knows a lot about these little tricks.
Harry gritted his teeth silently, squinting his eyes slightly without saying a word. After chewing the Sorcerer's Stone in one bite, the changes in his body were almost earth-shaking, and a magical ability was swimming in his body. Then it followed the veins of magic and integrated into every corner of his body, but what surprised Harry was that he didn't seem to feel any special changes.
His power has not been strengthened. What he feels is that the beating of the magic heart has become much slower than before. The magic heart beats almost every fifteen seconds, which makes the flow rate of magic in his body almost return to the normal level. If If ebony is still used to cast spells now, the increase in ebony's magic spell will be roughly 1.6 times the increase and 2.2 times the magic power consumption, which is not much different from the previous 1.5 to 2.0.
There might be other changes, but in this rushed time, Harry didn't have time to explore carefully bit by bit.
"You want the Philosopher's Stone, right?"
After hearing Voldemort's words, Harry slowly raised his head.
"I'm very sorry, the magic stone is gone."
"Who made me fail to call for reinforcements? When I could only rely on myself, I had to make a choice even if I didn't want to."
"I originally wanted to use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to become a unique super Animagus, but unfortunately, I can't do it now."
"The magic stone you need is here."
Harry patted his belly and gave a friendly smile.
"It tastes a bit irritating and tastes pretty bad, but it's much better than potions. It's something people can swallow."
"The only regret is that the forty-nine effects of the Philosopher's Stone written by Nicoléme were not very accurate. I overestimated the power of the Philosopher's Stone on my body, and I seemed not to be able to get the power I expected. "
The pure black human form reunited once again, and the previously restrained chaotic dark power overflowed from Harry's body. This pure chaotic evil was after Harry continued to hypnotize himself and deny that this world was real, and he believed that he was The fourth disaster is the product of this will.
What it consists of is essentially a crazy spiritual will that transcends the limits of the ethical order of good and evil. It is a special kind of magic power that is born after it is 'polluted' and 'impregnated' with natural magic power. In essence, this power is not the same as the magic power in the wizard's body. There is no difference.
But this power is not lasting. When he hypnotized himself for the second time, Harry understood that he could not deceive himself for the third time. This world was real, and it was real to him, and it was definitely not the world. The virtual world of the game is a real world of flesh and blood, in which I have lived for nearly twelve years.
This chaotic evil was rootless water, and Harry, who could no longer deceive himself, could no longer channel the madness and unscrupulousness that belonged exclusively to the Fourth Natural Disaster.
"Just think of it as a last ditch effort."
"How can such a little blood be called a river of blood? Right!"
Looking at the red liquid gathering in the potholes on the ground, Harry curled his lips and smiled, but even if the eleven ten-capion demons drained their blood, they would not be able to soak the ground here.
"Whether it's your blood or mine."
"At least dye this place red, and let Professor Grindelwald witness the final, blood-flowing river!"
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
The dark and evil figure jumped on Harry in an instant, as if he was wearing a layer of pitch-black armor. Harry, wrapped in dark magic, looked more like the Dark Lord than the Voldemort opposite him, accompanied by magic explosions. With a roar, the dark blade flew out from the dark ebony muzzle, and the dark blade like the Death Scythe cut through the air and cut through the dust.
The unparalleled magic with the blessing of ebony ignored the thin silver shield created by Voldemort in order to save magic power. Voldemort did not guess the power of ebony, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Voldemort could not help but Under his trustful gaze, the pitch-black blade seemed to span space. By the time he wanted to avoid it, there was not enough time for him to complete everything.
The shattered black mist showed Voldemort's embarrassment at this moment. The dark blade passing through him didn't seem to cause any harm to the scattered mist, but the miserable howl could not be faked.
Voldemort at this moment is an incorporeal body composed of a ball of dark magic. He used black magic to construct his temporary body. His current form is almost the same as the dementor in the previous room.
It goes without saying what the black mist that instantly dissipated by a fifth represented, but the screams and howls made Harry feel an unknown fire at this moment.
"Where's the blood! Where's your blood!"
What Grindelwald wanted to witness was a scene of rivers of blood. Voldemort, who was a shadow and had no flesh and blood, naturally could not contribute anything. If the final result of the prophecy was that his own blood would cover the ground, wouldn't it mean death? My own end?
"Since only one of us can survive."
Harry, who remembered Trelawney's prophecy, stretched out his right hand and said, "The white ivory is flying."
He grasped his black and white guns.
"Since both prophecies point to you and me, if I kill you first and complete the first prophecy, then without you existing, the second prophecy will not exist, right?"
"Professor Grindelwald, is this a bug in my fate?"
The black blade covered the space in front of him in an instant, and the white ivory vented the seemingly infinite darkness wantonly. In front of the dark blade curtain, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed with vicious light.
"Kill him!"
The mud cage collapsed at this moment, and the demon centurion, who was used as a shield by Voldemort, once again embraced freedom, and this fearless giant faced the rain curtain composed of dark blades. The magic that could not kill it was it. The demons from the abyss feed on magic power as the nourishment for growth, and in front of it, a sumptuous meal is being delivered to your door.
Scarlet blood splattered - a strange sweetness filled the air.
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Well, there is still one chapter left, so I can only finish it tomorrow. The ending I thought of before felt a bit inappropriate after I wrote it, so I deleted it and redesigned it. It took a lot of time. I should have been able to finish two chapters around three o'clock. More, but sorry now, I have to go to bed at 3:40 and have to go to work tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
