great-warnovel Chapter 431 The Boys
Chapter 431 The Boys
Chapter 431 The Boys
The battle in the sky was exceptionally fierce.
Voldemort and Hilmi were like two cannons, engaging in a fierce exchange of spells.
The divine child of the Dark Moon, the darling of magic, when Hilmi unleashes her full power, she is almost like magic itself.
It was as if the azure glow had coalesced into a human form, and with every gesture, boundless streams of light and magical projectiles surged forth like a tide.
Voldemort, shrouded in black mist, had two blurry black shadows overlapping and obscuring his body.
One of them had bulging snake eyes and wore a silver-white headband, while the other was weak and looked like a departed soul about to dissipate at any moment.
Those were fragments of Voldemort and Barty Jr.'s souls, pieced together, sharing a body, supporting a life. And now, the two souls chanted two spells, manipulating the body's left and right hands, and the two wands simultaneously cast two spells.
One belonged to Voldemort, and the other to Barty Jr.
The malevolent curse flowed through the air, concealed within the thin atmosphere, seemingly weak and powerless, but once touched,
It can instantly turn a person into blood.
"That's not fair! You have two wands! And I don't have any!" Hilmi shouted angrily.
The whirlwind of death curses swept across the clouds, colliding with the rain of radiant stones.
Moody led the Aurors to retreat further to avoid being injured by the aftershocks, as most of their energy was spent obscuring the clouds to prevent the battle above from being discovered.
"A mediocre life is not as valuable as a child's."
Gazing at the clusters of light bursting violently above the clouds, Moody suddenly felt old.
His scarred face showed a hint of melancholy, but his magical eyes pierced through all obstacles, allowing him to clearly see the battle between the two great wizards.
In terms of spells, combat, and magical power, "The Heart of the Strong" has almost reached the pinnacle that ordinary wizards can achieve, but after so many years, he still cannot cross that threshold.
He then remembered what Dumbledore had once said.
Rather than saying you lack the heart of a strong person, it's more accurate to say that your heart has flaws.
"Years of fighting evil have made you like a frightened bird; you are anxious and angry, sensitive and easily stressed. You are so tightly wound that you can't let go, and letting go completely might not be a good thing for you—"
Moody knew he might never reach the level of a great wizard in his lifetime, but he didn't regret it.
"Aren't these outstanding children growing up under our protection?"
He saw the cheering crowd below, and the Hogwarts team's goal drew loud cheers from the students and teachers in the stands.
He saw above the clouds, a triumphant Hilmi shouting as he raised the dazzling Hymo's hammer and hurled Voldemort into the dark clouds.
Roar!
A strange hiss came from the clouds, like the clanging of metal.
Immediately afterwards, two giant, yellowish-brown snakes with a metallic sheen burst forth from the clouds, their bodies stretching out for tens of meters, their enormous heads crashing into Hilmi.
The boy vanished instantly and reappeared high above, where the two snake heads collided violently, producing a tremendous shockwave and roar.
The male Voldemort slowly rose from the clouds, his wolf-like appearance accompanied by two metal snakes as he coldly stared at Hilmi.
No, it's not just a simple metal snake. Upon closer inspection, the dark yellow sheen appears to be from a copper snake body.
It also contains and is inlaid with the remains of many people.
Those mutilated limbs, empty skulls, hung limply on the giant snake's body, swaying with its movements. "If it weren't for that bastard Granger, they could have been even more perfect," Voldemort said in a hoarse voice.
"Deformed City, what an excellent base! A deep-seated but foolish faith, a fanatical and deformed people!"
"Their blood seeped into the underground veins, turning this brass into something evil and insidious!"
Two bronze snakes intertwined, protecting their master beneath them. Two points of green light, like will-o'-the-wisps, shone from their eyes, exuding a chilling aura.
It is filled with the souls of countless children, with bronze as its bones and bones as its flesh, driven by fresh, young lives and venomous curses as its fangs.
"This was originally a secret weapon prepared for you, but it's quite suitable for use now."
The seemingly stiff, metallic giant snakes were as agile as living creatures, gliding lightly through the air and swaying their tails, their massive bodies swiftly lunging towards Hilmi.
Voldemort followed behind, stirring up dark clouds, and together with the two snakes, they pounced.
"Now that's more interesting!" Hilmi wasn't flustered at all; instead, she showed an enthusiastic expression.
Purple lightning crackled between his palms, and invisible gravity transformed into a binding lock for the snakes. Two enormous creatures, tens of meters long and weighing countless tons, charged forward, but were uncontrollably deflected and pulled aside.
The dark clouds rolled and transformed into a tornado. Hilmi swooped down, brushing past the two giant snakes, and fearlessly crashed into the eye of the storm.
The sky grew darker, and the exhibition match was still ongoing.
On one hand, the Hogwarts team cherished this last World Cup match and flew and dodged with even greater effort; on the other hand, the Hogwarts team's tenacity also surprised the Rippers' air cavalry.
Although they were at a disadvantage, the score gap was not widened significantly, which made the two Seekers hesitant to go all out to catch the Golden Snitch, because ending the game at the wrong time could lead to a reversal of the outcome.
The Golden Thief disappeared from everyone's sight again.
"It's going to drag on until dark," Krum said, bringing the car to a sudden stop mid-air and scanning his surroundings.
As the sky gradually darkened, some Aurors could be seen flying around on broomsticks, seemingly busy with something.
Harry stopped just a body length away from him, staring intently at the big boy with a fierce gaze.
Viktor Krum was the best Seeker he had ever seen, even better than his father or any Seeker in the school.
He had thought that after his adventure in the border region, he was unmatched in the Seekers' arena, but this guy from the Malays, who was a few years older than him, showed a level of skill far beyond his years.
"Hey, Potter," Krum called out to Harry.
The green-eyed boy tilted his head, unsure of what the other person was about to say.
"You like Hermione Granger too, right?" The Slavic woman's directness almost made Harry fall off his broom.
"What!?" Harry shouted against the wind, but the panic on his face was hard to hide.
How did this underling of the Dark Lord see through his hidden thoughts? And what does that "also" mean?
He felt a surge of anger rising to his head.
"Your eyes," Krum said calmly.
"You think you're hiding it well, but even I, who have only met you a few times, can see it. It's not just you, but also your companions."
"Weasley, Longbottom, Malfoy."
Their companions whizzed past them, but the Seekers had a different role, and no one would blame the two for lingering in the air.
"You all admire that young lady, but none of you dare to speak up, not even to one another." The older young man, as if he had been through it all, pierced through the thin veil in Harry's heart.
"You yourselves know you're not good enough for him," Krum said calmly, igniting Harry's fury.
His eyes were burning red.
"You're talking nonsense!"
The young man smiled nonchalantly: "How about we make a bet?"
"Whoever catches the Golden Snitch first wins the competition and gains the right to pursue Miss Granger!"
A flash of golden light, and the score once again lightly swept past the seekers' eyes.
The fluorescent blue hidden beneath the golden shell was like Hermione Granger's smile at the two men.
Before they could even accept the challenge, Krum and Harry dashed off like arrows released from a bow.