great-warnovel Chapter 432 The Chaser
Chapter 432 The Chaser
Chapter 432 The Chaser
Anger and shame transformed into a burning sensation that spread across his face and earlobes.
Harry sped along, pondering Krum's words.
"What do you mean 'like him too'? What do you mean 'not good enough for him'?!"
He gritted his teeth, wishing he could pull out his chain wand and crack open the skull of the young man next to him!
A strong wind tugged at their messy hair as the two raced after the Golden Thief.
"A guy who suddenly appeared, learning dark magic!"
"How dare he have the audacity to say he wants to pursue Hermione?!"
He suddenly had the illusion that his treasured toy had been stolen.
"Has he ever gone on an adventure with Hermione?"
"Have you ever been inside Hermione's Pensieve or to the Borderlands?"
"Have you learned magic that Hermione specially created for you?!"
With a golden gleam, he moved with almost the same body position as Krum, performing difficult maneuvers, twisting and weaving across the field.
Their eyes met, like sparks colliding.
"Unforgivable! He said he was pursuing Hermione! He's in love with Miss Granger!"
His emerald eyes blazed with fury. Harry bit his lip, trying to lower his body so the broom would fly faster.
We absolutely cannot let this despicable fellow steal the Golden Thief! No, they should be disqualified from the competition! Take the trophy back!
Ugly UMNO members! Cunning villains!
"No! Ron and Neville need to know about this afterwards! Some villains have started talking about Hermione!"
But suddenly, he remembered what Krum had said.
It wasn't just him; Ron, Neville, Draco, and the four boys who were always together all harbored a youthful infatuation with Hermione, hiding their innocent feelings deep inside and not daring to confide in each other.
"How should I tell them? Should I tell them the truth?" Harry didn't dare to face his own heart.
He was a little afraid to say those words, afraid to admit that he liked Hermione, and afraid that his friends would all have their feelings exposed, turning the common room into an awkward, deathly silent meeting.
"That damned Viktor Krum! How could he read our minds so easily!"
With a sharp turn, the Golden Snitch changed direction just before reaching the ground and soared into the sky.
The two seekers narrowly escaped with their brooms, chasing each other as they climbed upwards.
"Never mind! I need to snatch the Golden Snitch first! I can't let this guy have a chance!" Harry thought, determined to put all his skills into this game!
jingle.
The sudden sound of a bell was so faint it seemed not to exist.
But whether it's the players dodging the moving ball, the spectators watching the game, McGonagall in the stands, or the Aurors high in the sky...
Everyone heard that cold, chilling sound, as if it could freeze you to the bone.
The next moment, an explosion came from the direction of the castle.
People turned their heads to look and saw that a large hole had been blasted in the bricks of Hogwarts Tower, and green flames, like a whirlwind, shot out for hundreds of meters.
A clump of mud-like substance, roughly human-shaped, carrying countless pages, flew out with a scream.
A straight green trail of flame, like a wound, left a shocking mark in the air.
"Green Flame Party!"
"Voldemort!?"
The familiar colors startled the spectators in the stadium.
Chaos was about to spread.
"The game continues."
A calm and clear voice came from the castle. A figure holding a staff stood at the breach in the castle, suppressing and extinguishing the raging green flames.
"It's Hermione!" Harry's spirits lifted.
Similarly, everyone who knew her, had seen her, or had heard her voice recognized the figure.
She saved 100,000 people in Malfoy, and they all remember her vividly.
"When did she get back!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
Did she see the previous matches?
The crowd started arguing, but they didn't seem panicked. Instead, they discussed the sudden situation with great interest.
With Hermione and Hilmi around, they must be safe!
"The game continues!"
McGonagall shouted in a loud voice as she stood calmly on the high platform, watching the girl fly out of the castle and onto the clouds.
"Yeah, let's keep the game going!" Harry turned around and met Krum's fierce gaze.
"Now, right under Miss Granger's nose, we're going to have a man's battle!"
The Golden Thief has reappeared, and it's teasing the two boys again!
Next, watch as the Seeker launches a full-speed attack!
The clouds were torn apart by Voldemort's fleeing green flames, exposing the battle high in the sky to the public.
Hermione flew to Hilmi's side and sighed with some regret.
The spell of sudden death was indeed effective. After layers of death shadows buried Voldemort, with the burst of the bell, endless eerie light illuminated from the other side, and the withered death transformed into a pitch-black hand, dragging the other into another world almost instantly.
But Voldemort was, after all, the holder of the other half of the reborn rune. He was able to struggle even when he was certain to die. Even though his body had collapsed into mud, his soul stubbornly crawled out of the swamp, carrying his other Horcrux, and at the cost of all his green flames, smashed through the Room of Requirement.
Now, amidst the battlefield surrounded by dim stars, Voldemort's soul hastily poured into another body, abandoning the lifeless flesh and blood of Nagini.
But that's not enough!
Death still calls out, crossing the doorway, the hand from the other shore pulls him back quickly!
With his three souls united, Voldemort roared and summoned two bronze snakes to his side. With a clasp of his hands, he dispersed the death within his body.
They finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the life and soul within the two snakes were also mostly depleted, leaving them looking listless.
"Tom Riddle! Your time has come!" Hermione's voice boomed, shaking the very air.
"You fled for your life, pursued by me across half the globe. Today, you will die at Dumbledore's grave, to repent for your deeds!"
This wasn't just for Voldemort, but also for the millions of people below who were watching from above.
Although the competition is still ongoing, their attention has shifted away from the small exhibition match.
Only two people, Harry and Krum, remained focused on chasing the Golden Snitch!
The pages closed again, and Voldemort, panting heavily, was still shaken. His three souls had finally reunited, but his body was still somewhat uneasy.
"Mother—" the fleshy mouth cried out in a daze.
It was the remnant soul of Little Barty. He had been pushed to the edge of this body, but taking advantage of the turmoil in his master's soul, he finally made his own voice.
"~How disgusting!" Hilmi said with a look of disgust.
"He seems to have become much stronger. It seems that tearing the soul really does affect strength."
Hermione, with a bell in one hand and a staff in the other, looked at Voldemort with burning fighting spirit.
"This means we can play to our hearts' content!"
Hilmi pouted, "No way, you all have wands, but I don't!"
Hermione chuckled, tossed him the silver staff, and pulled out a weapon made of crimson crystal—the scepter of Lucius Remembrance, the noble arm of the scepter.
It is better suited to the Great Runes of Order.
Half a twisted new life versus half a piece of order plus new life—the outcome is obvious!