great-warnovel Chapter 430 The Bell Rings
Chapter 430 The Bell Rings
Chapter 430 The Bell Rings
"I never expected you to hide the last Horcrux at Hogwarts," Hermione said.
Snowflakes condensed into ice crystals and fell into the vast, empty House of Requirement.
In the deathly still air, the cold spread silently.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the first Horcrux you made during your student days, right? The one you made after killing Myrtle?"
The pale flames burned on the piles of old objects frozen into icebergs, like giant candles.
The law of death echoed through the space, spreading and intensifying with the burning, bone-chilling flames.
"It's a brilliant idea that you didn't take it with you but hid it in the Room of Requirement," Hermione praised.
After all, in the chaotic wasteland, Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's protection, is one of the few safe places. Even if the castle is breached, the secret Room of Requirement is known to only a very few people.
Hermione was like the queen of winter, landing lightly on the frozen ground, with endless frost spreading from her and enveloping the entire space.
The female Voldemort had vanished without a trace, leaving only the diary lying on the ground, a layer of foul black mist emanating from it.
Submerge the remaining runes above.
"Hidden? This is my territory." The witch said, her voice still carrying the echo of death.
The accumulation of sudden deaths continues unhurriedly.
She stepped forward, raised her hand, and blew out a cold, frosty wind, trying to completely freeze the Horcrux diary.
But the death curse that suddenly shot out from the shadows shattered the frost and snow.
Voldemort struck and fled, like a ghost hiding in a snowy forest.
"Tell me about your journey to becoming a woman? Did something go wrong with the Horcrux?" Hermione looked around.
Dark shadows appeared and disappeared among the swirling snowflakes.
The two engaged in a tug-of-war over the diary, with Voldemort possessing an innate connection to Horcruxes, allowing him to manipulate and influence them remotely.
But Hermione has the home advantage and is closer to the diary.
"I've also read 'The Secrets of Dark Magic,' but it didn't mention the consequences of activating multiple Horcruxes at the same time."
An iceberg suddenly shattered, and old objects mixed with ice crystals collapsed and pressed down, with evil curses like snakes hidden within, wanting to devour flesh and soul.
A dazzling crystal of pyroxene rose from Hermione's head, unleashing a barrage of crystals that destroyed everything in its path.
On the slippery, icy ground, Voldemort, now with a human body and a snake's tail, swiftly slithered in from the other side. His beautiful, ferocious face suddenly opened its mouth wide to its ears, spewing out a rain of poison from its forked tongue. At the same time, a hidden spell pulled at the diary.
when!
The staff slammed into the ground, and countless ice shards, mixed with a whirlwind, surged upwards, blocking Voldemort's attack and suppressing the restless diary to the ground.
"Don't be in such a hurry, we have plenty of time."
The elusive words seemed to have no origin, and the witch who had just unleashed an ice storm suddenly appeared behind Voldemort.
The silent binding spell transformed into silver chains that quickly wrapped around the snake's tail, but still failed to catch it. With a slippery molt, she leaped onto the ceiling and disappeared behind the pile of old objects.
Hermione dismissed her lightsaber in disappointment: "If you run away again, I'll smash the diary to pieces!"
She pulled out a long-forgotten hunting serpent spear from her treasure pouch: "Look, I still have this with me. It's a basilisk's fang; it's very effective at piercing souls!"
She continued walking toward her diary.
The Horcrux lying on the ground seemed to sense the danger, and a large amount of black smoke surged out from it, while all sorts of evil, deadly, and filthy curses poured out of the book like a dam breaking.
The stubborn cloud of dark magic was like a sticky phlegm, which neither wind nor snow nor spirit fire could drive away.
Hermione neither dodged nor evaded, raising her staff in one hand, its silvery light forming a protective circle, while in the other hand she slashed her spear vertically, cleaving through the dark clouds with the undying fangs.
She strode into it. As long as the diary was nailed shut, the Horcrux would be destroyed, and Voldemort's plan would be ruined. In the dark clouds, one after another, dark ghosts roared and rushed forward, but were easily killed and obliterated.
Hermione could have reached the Horcrux in just two steps, but a tiny green spark suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, the cloud of curses, like flammable kerosene, was ignited, and roaring green flames soared into the sky, forming a magnificent spectacle like a mushroom cloud.
The surrounding ice and snow were dispersed by the green flames. Voldemort was perched on a garbage mountain burning with green fire. She waved her hands, and the diary below jumped and tore apart, spewing out even more violent black smoke.
With the supply of numerous curses, the green fire burned ever brighter, gradually replacing the icy environment created by Hermione, igniting the vast storage rooms one by one, turning them into a sea of fire.
Below was a creeping, cursed mist, and above was a leaping, green sea of fire.
This hellish environment was created by Voldemort at the cost of greatly depleting the power of his Horcruxes.
Hermione appeared from mid-air not far away. Consuming her Horcrux was tantamount to consuming her own soul, so it wasn't a loss for her to be forced back in this way.
Amidst the sea of fire, the open diary had been shattered, the black smoke from its spine had dissipated, and the book itself had turned to ashes and vanished. The pages, now out of control, flew everywhere. Fortunately, it was not completely destroyed, and there was still room for repair.
A swirling, evil wind swept up all the pages of the book, gathering them into Voldemort's hands. She revealed a sinister and satisfied smile.
Despite the significant losses, her goal was to retrieve the Horcruxes.
"Hermione Granger, you're always so persistent and annoying!"
She finally spoke her first words since the start of the fight, her voice melodious yet chilling.
"I admit my mistake. I underestimated you when you were in your second year. I shouldn't have just sent useless kids like the Carlo siblings to deal with you. I should have taken matters into my own hands."
The witch remained unmoved, watching Voldemort reclaim his Horcruxes, for the time was ripe.
The law of death has been echoing ever since the start of the fight. She has been rambling on like a talkative villain, just to make the accumulation of sudden deaths less noticeable.
Like soft willow catkins, death piles up one by one until the scales are tipped over.
Voldemort's struggles and scheming were merely part of a slow death.
"I don't understand. Wouldn't it be better to scatter the Horcruxes? That way you could escape a few more times," she asked, her clear voice continuing to echo in the space.
The curse, manifesting as black light and poison, swirled in the woman's hands, gradually covering the pages of the diary with a temporary cover.
She looked at the girl standing in mid-air amidst the sea of fire: "If I hadn't split my soul, how could you, Dumbledore, or even that old bastard Grindelwald have been my match?"
"The book 'Demystifying Black Magic' is a trap! That cunning old man deliberately placed it in the forbidden section, pretending I'd accidentally see it! It was all to deceive me, to tear my soul apart! So I'd never reach his and Grindelwald's level!"
The woman's face was contorted with rage as she cursed.
Hermione's expression was strange. Had this guy gone mad? Where did he get this wild idea, this conspiracy theory he made up himself?
He was the one who pursued immortality, and he was also selfish. He forgot Dumbledore's selfless teachings and instead kept his half-crippled body, which was being gradually devoured by the curse, firmly in his mind.
Now that he has failed and is being chased around like a stray dog, he blames Dumbledore, believing that someone else is responsible for his downfall.
Hermione shook her head.
She put away the giant serpent spear and instead took out the Soul-Capturing Bell, something she hadn't used in a long time.
However, it would be quite suitable to play the death knell for Voldemort.
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