great-warnovel Chapter 434 A Struggle That Is Undoubtedly Meaningful
Chapter 434 A Struggle That Is Undoubtedly Meaningful
Chapter 434 A Struggle That Is Undoubtedly Meaningful
The moon, unnoticed, climbed into the eastern sky.
The slender hook is like the scythe of death, ready to cut down the cowards who linger in the world.
As Harry gazed at the colossal object high in the sky, a sense of worry for the girl arose in his heart.
But in an instant, he dismissed the idea. Hermione and Hilmi were not to be trifled with; they had already killed Voldemort once before, and now, on his home turf, they would only do even better!
"I want to do even better!"
With that thought in mind, he tried to shake off Krum and headed towards the Golden Snitch!
The bloated and massive bronze serpent swam in the sky, and with each sway of its body, the countless dead on its body emitted hollow howls from their mouths.
The mournful wails spread pain and curses, spreading out waves of gray and white, causing the listeners to die in sorrow.
But only Hermione and Hilmi could actually hear these things. Moody and the others had retreated far enough, and with the barrier in place, it didn't affect them much.
"He's getting more and more disgusting," the boy commented from halfway through his body.
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The massive torrent of starlight once again ripped through the sky, eclipsing all the fireworks, lights, and stars.
The giant serpent, not to be outdone, spewed forth thick green lightning, mixed with echoes of curses and blasphemy, which collided violently with the magical flow of the radiant stone.
In an instant, it seemed as if the world had changed color, and the energy that spewed out was comparable to the scale of artillery fire in a war.
Hermione didn't leave Hilmi to fight alone. With a wave of her hand, blazing meteors rained down, a small meteor shower just right to destroy such a large monster.
Dense, dazzling starlight bombarded Voldemort's bloated body, while he roared towards the sky, dark green clouds billowing around him.
From its mouth, deadly lightning burst forth, like an ancient serpent god devouring thunder, contending with the torrent of pyroxene.
However, on that twisted and ugly, half-human, half-snake face, besides ferocity and cruelty, there was also a hint of hidden fear.
He could sense that his chances of escaping were dwindling.
It wasn't just Hermione's unexpected appearance; he had originally thought that even with both children present, he wouldn't be able to stay.
Hermione's strange magic and powerful strength had far exceeded his expectations. Keep in mind that they had not yet used the castle's Radiant Stone core and were fighting entirely on their own!
A torrential downpour of stardust stirred up ripples in the thick clouds, and the black magic and the power of the sapphire crystal vibrated together, creating a greasy and filthy luster.
Green lightning flashed and flickered within, plunging the field of vision into darkness.
Taking advantage of the moment his vision was obstructed, he had just made a desperate stand when he withdrew his magic, abruptly changed direction, and broke through the barrier set up by the Aurors.
And just as he had thought, the barriers set up by these ordinary wizards, though seemingly powerful, were actually quite vulnerable.
With the sheer kinetic energy of his massive body, he shattered the barrier.
With just a glance, he terrified the Aurors who were trying to surround him, sending them flying out of their bodies and nearly causing them to fall off their brooms.
"Charge out! Once we're out of the city, we can Apparate!"
A distance of several tens of kilometers is not far for him. If all else fails, he can abandon his massive body again and escape with only a small part of it.
But Voldemort's delusions were ultimately shattered.
With a loud thud, it felt like he had hit a block of iron; his head almost shrunk back into his stomach.
Shaking his head groggily, he saw a familiar runic fence shining brightly in the sky, outside the Aurors' barrier.
"How strange—" he gritted his teeth.
Dumbledore had used this trick to stop him before.
"Does this arena look familiar?" Hilmi's teasing voice came from behind.
The boy holding a silver-white staff radiated bright moonlight and floated in the air, like Hermes descending to earth.
"In this circle, only the victor gains freedom."
He pointed his staff at the ground, where countless brilliance crystals in the city below were emitting a blue light, like stars on the earth.
Their light shone into the air and projected into runes, forming a hidden yet powerful and strange incantation.
"The trick Dumbledore used to trap you is powerful, but it's too slow to execute."
Hilmi shook his head: "Snakes coated in oil are indeed difficult to catch, so I changed the way I released them. I put a lot of effort into modifying these pyroxene crystals."
"Accept your fate, Tom. You will eventually return to Hogwarts and face the sins you have committed!"
Hermione, however, didn't say much. With the Hunting Serpent Spear in one hand and the Noble Arm Scepter in the other, she attacked from above. The basilisk's dim eyes shot out deathly light, and the surrounding storm condensed into blades to cut down the power of the undead, ready to send Voldemort to his grave once again!
Streams of crystal-clear, orderly power, guided by the scarlet scepter, bound the massive body of the bronze serpent. Then, the Hunting Blade swept across, about to cleave Voldemort in two.
With the storm's blades about to strike, Voldemort, facing certain death, finally unleashed his full power.
Dark, malevolent light emanated from the orifices of every corpse on his body, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds emanating from the copper snake's body.
The evil light originating from the great wizard broke free from the seal of the power of order, and twisted its body with great difficulty, so that the blade only grazed its back, shearing off a thick layer of metal and metal.
But the pain was real. Voldemort felt the pain of countless dead and souls deeply penetrate his mind. He felt as if he were being torn apart by thousands of souls, and every nerve was trembling.
But now was not the time to cry out in pain. He hardened his resolve, knowing that escape was no longer an option.
With a thud, an enormous green electric net shot out from its mouth, sealing off all of Hermione's escape routes.
But in the blink of an eye, the girl appeared next to Hilmi, her two halves moving in coordination with each other, displaying extremely high agility.
"The light of the great wizard?" She looked at the blasphemous light emanating from Voldemort, which made the air smell foul and filthy.
"We have that too."
With a smile, Hilmi flew up and transformed into a golden full moon.
The crescent-shaped real moon, and the golden disc-shaped wizard moon.
One large and one small, overlapping and intertwining in the air, the moonlight brings a warm yet cool breeze, washing away filth and evil.
The werewolves transformed involuntarily, but they remained quiet and peaceful in the city, on the stands, and in the forest, praying to the sky, devoutly holding up the holy seal, and responding to the gifts of countless moonlight.
In the clash between the filthy light and the brilliant golden light, plumes of smoke rose, and Voldemort was horrified to discover that his power was no match for the boy's radiance.
He thrashed about urgently, squeezing out the power of his stored soul and bones.
Black blood and green fire surged forth, each trying to carve out a space for themselves to breathe.
"A pathetic struggle." Hermione looked at this selfish and cowardly wretch, the great wizard whose fear of death had become pathological.
She touched the pendant on her chest: "Let the flames of destruction obliterate all traces of your existence."
Wisps of black flame emerged from the pendant, but it was as docile and obedient as a well-behaved pet.
Grindelwald, far away in New Paris, had a sudden change in expression. Sensing that his flames had been invoked, he realized that he could sever this connection at any time, but it was something he had promised, so he chuckled and stopped paying attention.
Above Hogwarts, the black flames spread into a terrifying firebird in the next moment. A jet-black, burning phoenix spread its wings and pounced on the giant serpent.
"Dumbledore? Grindelwald? No! This isn't right!" Voldemort cried out, watching the flames engulf everything as they approached.