great-warnovel Chapter 433 The Fate of Defeat by Prophecy
Chapter 433 The Fate of Defeat by Prophecy
Chapter 433 The Fate of Defeat by Prophecy
"It's time to go."
Voldemort looked at the two half-dead bronze giant snakes with lingering fear; he had almost been killed by his carelessness.
He came to Hogwarts on this adventure only to steal the last Horcrux and complete the unification of his soul.
He calculated that under the influence of the anti-occupation ritual, neither Hermione nor Grindelwald would be able to find him.
Those two troublesome guys are entrenched in New Paris, leaving only one boy at Hogwarts. With the World Cup drawing everyone's attention and the exhibition match being the last hurrah, even the most vigilant person will relax.
He planned to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak into the castle, retrieve his diary, and leave.
But the cunning Hermione Granger was already lying in wait!
"Tenmoku! Damn Tenmoku!"
He has been fouled several times because of his ability to commit fouls.
Fortunately, his goal has now been achieved. Although he was seriously injured, for Voldemort, who treats the lives of others as child's play, life is nothing more than currency that can be increased or decreased at will.
Although he would be facing two great wizards in enemy territory, he was confident that with his soul now intact, he could escape at some cost.
"Even Dumbledore couldn't stop me from leaving, let alone two little brats!"
While keeping a close eye on the two children opposite him, he subtly searched for an escape route.
Moody and the Aurors had already retreated far away. With a wave of their wands, they created barriers to trap him, like brilliant haze, with beautiful and resilient swirling cloud rings, reminiscent of the inner city barrier of Malfoy Castle.
He could break through this level of obstruction with one hand. The real problem was the city's existing anti-Apparition barrier, which was a millennium-old barrier that had been extended from Hogwarts.
"Charge out first, then Apparate—"
Before he could finish his thought, an avalanche of blue-white light rained down on him.
Hilmi held her staff high, and brooms of energy shot out in a massive, surging attack, trailing long tails of flame.
Hermione vanished again, and now she was like a viper, the sound of bells spreading in waves, yet its source could not be found. The next decree: Death, would be a combined blessing of the Order of Runes and the Staff of Remembrance of the Nobles.
Voldemort knew that it was this bell, and the accumulation of some other element behind it, that had almost dragged him down with him. He dared not be careless.
Faced with a sky full of sparks, he only ordered two bronze snakes to go up and deal with it.
He opened his mouth and let out a piercing shriek, disrupting the spread of the bell.
"Death! Death!"
"That shadow still clings to my back! It won't go away!"
Simply covering up the sounds couldn't stop the gradual accumulation of sudden deaths. Voldemort frantically searched for Hermione's location, but it was clearly not that easy.
"I am the master of death! No one can hasten my end!"
He yelled and raised his hand to shoot a deadly lightning bolt into the air.
Like a majestic thunder tree, the forked green light formed a ghastly green mark in the sky.
He stumbled upon a solution by sheer chance. Just as Hermione was able to use the smoke of death to interrupt Lucius's killing curse, Voldemort's wildly unleashed killing curses also dispersed the shadow of sudden death that was gradually gathering in the air.
Two bronze snakes coiled up, using their massive bodies to block the missiles. Even such powerful magic only blasted craters into their bodies. The mineral veins extracted from the depths of the canyon, mixed with the blood and souls of countless willing sacrifices, made them quite solid.
But before Voldemort could catch his breath, Hermione appeared behind him like a ghost.
At the top of the scarlet crystal scepter, as if pointing a finger, a point of crystalline white light shone.
"Law: Forbidden!"
"Order: Silence!"
"Law: Control!"
"The Decree: Collapse!"
A series of unfamiliar spells made Voldemort feel the air around him solidify, and a powerful, cold, invisible force was invading his body.
This rendered him completely immobile, leaving him only able to watch himself slowly decompose.
"Get out of my way!" he shouted, as countless ghostly spirits burst forth from his body, forcefully breaking through the magic.
It then turned into a wisp of green smoke and fled into the sky.
But Hermione, as the vice-principal, was not subject to the anti-Apparition restrictions at home. She stepped forward and appeared high above Voldemort's head, watching the rising poisonous fumes.
A vast array of shimmering rainbow lights formed a massive magic circle, like a giant canopy descending from the sky. Countless runes, resembling tassels, hung down from the edges of the magic circle, like chains binding snakes.
"Get down!"
The person at the top of the scepter clenched their fist, and Hermione swung it, slamming it hard onto the magic circle.
With a deafening roar, a surging wind billowed into a ball, mixed with crystalline light as sharp as knives, blasting away Voldemort's poisonous smoke. He returned to his original form, feeling an immense force transform into a storm, pressing him down. Continuous rainbow light cut into his body, corroding his magic, and countless runic chains pursued him relentlessly.
"What the hell?!"
The continuous stream of strange magic left him overwhelmed.
"Vortex rings, some simple applications of physics," Hermione kindly explained.
"It's related to fundamental principles in fluid dynamics such as the conservation of angular momentum and energy, but you probably won't understand it."
She hadn't been reading science books for nothing; she had incorporated some of them into her magic.
This massive air cannon, imbued with the power of order, taught Voldemort a harsh lesson.
Ang~
A scream came from behind. Tom turned around and saw two bronze snakes bound together by countless ribbons of light. Then a dazzling light sword slashed through them and cut them into four pieces.
However, his own condition was also very bad; that penetrating magic had almost corroded his body, leaving it riddled with holes and making it difficult to continue.
He gritted his teeth: "Little Barty!"
With the call, a remnant soul emerged from the body. Having been nurtured by its own soul within the Ravenclaw crown, this soul was already quite valuable.
boo~
With a very slight explosion, the last remnant of Little Barty's soul turned into fragments, in exchange for a violent explosion of gray-black soul power.
This surge pushed aside all the remaining energy, annihilating the runes clinging to Voldemort and finally giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"Mother--"
A mournful cry echoed in the air; it was Barty's final act of loyalty.
Voldemort had no time to deal with his rebellious son. He quickly reached out and summoned four broken and fallen bronze snakes.
"I need a body strong enough to resist those evil spells!"
He thought to himself, and then deliberately merged his body with the copper block.
With a crackling sound, bones, metal, flesh, and souls—this jumbled mess—combined together under the power of the twisted, newly born Great Rune.
The irregular block stretched out again, and a giant snake nearly a hundred meters long, with Voldemort's face, appeared in the air.
It had a bloated, enormous belly, its body covered with the heads of the dead, and only a single green flame burning in its lifeless eyes.
"I am the Holy Spirit of Death! The Almighty and All-Powerful Sovereign!"
"How could I possibly be defeated by that ridiculous prophecy!"