AWB Chapter 241 The End
Chapter 241 The End
Chapter 241 The End
Peter Pettigrew triggered a muggle explosion that killed a street with the price of severed fingers. This mouseman's talent is not bad, but his cowardly nature hinders his magic.
What it takes to perform the dark arts is determination and cruelty, both to yourself and to your enemies.
The entire left hand was severed at the wrist, and Bellatrix had a far more vicious heart than Pettigrew, and the burst of black magic did far more damage than Pettigrew did.
The cave protected by magic trembled violently here, and the golden-red flames burning in mid-air were suppressed by the explosion and dimmed for a few minutes.
Countless ashes soaked in water were thrown into the wall and the icy lake water, and a deep crater was sunk in the lakeside composed of gravel and gravel amidst the roar of the explosion.
The alchemy shield sticker that Ron gave Neville for self-defense was instantly activated, and Neville, who was holding the shield in front of him, was thrown tens of meters away by the extremely close explosion, and the most violent explosion impact and spell damage were destroyed. It was blocked by the shield that protected the whole body, but the alchemy shield was also torn apart at the moment when the black magic exploded.
The small shield in front of him resisted part of the remaining impact, but this shield was too small, even if he curled up, it could still only protect the most critical head and chest.
The subtle sound of the left arm holding the shield snapping was drowned out in the roar echoing in the cave.
The collision between his back and the rock wall caused Neville to curl up and collapse on the ground, and the severe pain from his vest made his hand holding the sword almost lose the strength to grasp it.
Thanks to the high-intensity exercise for more than a year, whether it is the hard work of sweating like rain in the herbal greenhouse, or the unremitting exercise day after day, the generous back buffers part of the force of the impact, and the bones of the back are not affected. It didn't break off.
His heavy breathing was especially clear in the cave that gradually returned to calm.
And Bellatrix, who did all this, was by no means unscathed, except for the disappearing left palm, the cut marks that almost opened her chest and abdomen almost split her in two, although because of the explosion , Neville was knocked away the moment he swung his sword, but the sharp sword light still left a seemingly slight scar.
The hair-like wound grinned silently after the sword light went away, and the slit rolled to the sides, revealing a tragic sword wound almost one centimeter deep.
The wand connected with the phalanx was held tightly by trembling hands, and the tip of the white bone wand gave off a faint gleam when it touched the bleeding wound.
This improvised wand made of black magic can exert extremely high effects when using black magic, but the effect is not satisfactory when using normal magic.
The Restoration Curse, which could have allowed the wound to heal quickly, barely stopped the bleeding. Bellatrix, who was tortured by the excruciating pain, almost bit her own lip. She didn't have Neville's tenacious will to endure the pain. The hysterical screams, the venom in the screams had been directed at the man who was having difficulty getting up.
But she still has the strength to yell, and she is in a better situation than Neville. The massive blood loss made Bellatrix's eyes black, and she had to stop her pursuit of victory and use the effect The severely weakened Restoration Curse stopped the bleeding wounds on her body, otherwise even if Neville was dealt with now, she would not be able to escape the approach of death.
Both are racing against time, they don't have to outwit Reaper, they just need to outwit each other.
"I'll send you to spend time with your idiot parents, little bastard."
The tragic wound was barely healed under the power of the curse, and the piercing laughter kept echoing in the cave.
Bellatrix stood up, time on her side.
Bones' wand was raised—
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
She was ready to enjoy one last yelp and howl of joy.
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And in Shyvana, Dragon Island.
Tens of millions of tons of seawater crashed down, and the already cracked earth completely collapsed under the crushing power of the sea.
That towering mountain peak has been submerged in the sea water, and the first mountain peak that suffered from this ruthless crushing was shattered inch by inch. This mountain peak did not appear naturally. Inside, there are hollow mountains and lakes where dragon blood gathers.
This is the blood gushing out of thousands of fire dragons when they were sacrificed. The blood bath that was originally used to bathe the dragon girl after she woke up and absorb the magic power to completely transform into a giant dragon was swallowed by sea water at this moment. A magnificent red cloud haloed out of the deep blue sea.
The blood rich in magic power drove the fish in the sea, which were engulfed by the sea and lifted into the sky together, into madness. They broke into the blood-red water and swam indiscriminately, although their instincts told them that there was a fatal attraction that brought them changes. , but after all, it is difficult for all things to touch this majestic magic power, even if it is close at hand, it is far away in the sky.
The completely shattered island was engulfed by huge waves and dragged into the sea. Even if Dragon Island were to see the light of day again at this moment, no one would be able to see this island full of dragon bones from the sea.
Only the location of the mountain peak protruded a little from the sea level, and the rest of the place was torn apart and sunk with the surge of sea water.
Magic is not omnipotent, unless it can leave the crushed area in an instant, no matter what kind of magic it is, it will not be able to withstand the impact of tens of millions of tons of sea water.
It was a scene of despair, and the power of nature made Ron think of giving up for a while.
In fact, he has a way to completely ignore this pressure. The illusion of Longhouyanling's phantom spirit can temporarily leave him out of the material world, and become an absolute defensive state where he cannot attack or be attacked. However, the heart has not yet been reshaped. The state was even forced to quit, and when the power of distance was silent in his body, the power of Dragon Roar also left him.
"Master, remember to collect the body for me later, and bury it in a place with a good view. Let's say I went to the Valley of Ice and Fire the year before last. It has a good view."
He laughed miserably and said dejected words, but the wand in his hand had not been let go.
Ron clapped his hands, clapping harder than ever.
An iceberg rose from the ground beside him, going against the waves that hit his head. The extremely cold ice crystals were instantly swallowed by the waves, and then crushed instantly, but the ice crystals that exploded would also touch its sea water Freeze together.
The heart of Dragon Furnace, which is constantly being shaped, transmits gradually stronger magic power. The recovery speed of magic power far exceeds that of the magic energy spring, so that his meager power at this moment barely maintains the iceberg that is constantly freezing the sea water.
"Smashed to pieces!"
The soundless and invisible curse hit the top of the iceberg, and countless shattered ice crystal fragments turned into dust finer than gravel and poured down!
The iceberg was still freezing the sea water, and the heavier heartbeat made the magical power pouring into his body more majestic.
The Sweeping Seven Stars, which he had forgotten long ago, carried his master towards the sky against the falling ice and snow, and the rapidly rising iceberg pierced the tens of meters thick tsunami waves.
The severe pain from the heart disappeared immediately, and a hole appeared from the top of the iceberg. The man lying on the broom jumped out of the cage woven by huge waves, and the iceberg under him was crushed inch by inch in the roar of sea water. Broken, collapsing invisible.
The salty sea breeze has never been so tempting as it is today, and this moist air represents the lingering breath of life.
"Not bad, boy."
The uncle said with a smile, "The muscles haven't grown in the brain yet."
Ron caught the takoyaki that the uncle casually stuffed, and it grew into a big octopus with eight tails, which was grilled fragrantly, sprinkled with cumin peppers and white sesame seeds, and bit off the barbecue Ron stuffed the seemingly rebellious snack into his stomach in two or three gulps, barely suppressing his beating heartbeat like a drum.
"Hiccup~"
Ron, who felt warm in his body, held his full belch.
"What if I don't come out, sir?"
"Then let's finish the flowering, and then I will throw you back to your hometown and start writing the episode of Resident Evil."
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Ron couldn't imagine what his world looked like before he crossed over. Presumably, his world, where he mutated into a blind referee, a champion with 14.7 points out of bounds, and all kinds of underworld things, must be better than the one in the movie. The Resident Evil is [-] times more horrifying, how can a person living in the underworld go to live in the underworld!
Ron shivered, and he rode a broom to the only remaining ruins of Long Island that was being beaten by the waves. The columnar mountain that once towered into the sky was now only a small section less than [-] meters away. The rest of it is also constantly collapsing, and the pungent bloody smell is the breath of the scarlet sea water surrounding it.
Glancing at the countdown, there are about [-] seconds left in the countdown, which is not enough, but Ron must take some time. He has condensed a piece of ice on the only foothold, and Ron takes out from the space bag. Many bottles and cans were either dumped on the body or drank up.
There were still a dozen or so bones on his body that hadn't been properly positioned in time. After the dragon armor fell off, those broken bones pierced the skin and were exposed. He had to spend a little time to heal his injuries, but the dragon would also bleed to death of.
Pulling a piece of clothing around his waist, he casually covered his naked body, a slight scalding heat made Ron look away from his wound.
The sun emblem, another space container, was hung on his chest as a necklace, and the heat he felt was emitted from that emblem.
Only when a Sun Knight is in danger of life, this badge will give such a warning. The magic that originally isolated the Dragon Island has failed, and Ron received this message.
There are 60 seconds left in the countdown.
"Master, can you take me there? To Neville's."
The badge provides positioning, but before learning to apparate and making portkeys by yourself, the role of this positioning is not very useful now. I also noticed that the badge reacted, and I was in Hogwarts. The other Sun Knights in the city will definitely find the professor to help them, but apparation is forbidden in Hogwarts, and even without Dumbledore's permission, the Portkey and the Floo Network cannot be activated.
And although Dumbledore didn't lose his life in Voldemort's final counterattack, he couldn't help in time. Ron didn't know this, but it didn't prevent him from preparing to leave immediately.
The uncle's countdown has appeared, so there is a reason for it to appear. This is a warning with obvious meaning, and Ron cannot be allowed to take chances.
"Your uncle, I love you very much, boy, but I do things properly."
"Alchemy requires equivalent exchange, and I need you to complete the little test I gave you, so this requirement is not allowed."
What the uncle said made Ron's heart suddenly cold. Although the uncle took good care of him and loved him, he was not a welfare girl who could get whatever he wanted. After successive small trials and tests, he could get the corresponding rewards. This is what Grandpa has always done.
Just when Ron was going to activate the Portkey, go to any place to kidnap a wizard and let him take him to Hogsmeade immediately, and then rode into Hogwarts on a broomstick, and found the professor to rush to help.
[The Glorious Reappearance of the King of Knights (Phase [-]-Complete)]
[You have received a reward from your uncle: Knight King's trial package (three stages)]
[Road to Shining EX downgraded to: Intuitive C++]
[The coordinates of the door key have changed]
"Go." The uncle said nonchalantly, and then disappeared.
"Hey hey hey" Ron smirked, he seemed to have seen the little Aojiao that the uncle didn't know.
A little blue light flickered from the portkey in his hand, and when his navel jerked back violently, Ron's feet were pulled off the ground, and he disappeared instantly.
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The torture brought by the Cruciatus Curse is derived from the torture of the soul. The three unforgivable curses are not purely because of their evil, but these three curses also involve a power that can not be easily touched in black magic. Touching areas——
That is the level of the soul.
The unstoppability of Avada Kedavra is because it is the magic that makes the soul wither.
The Immortality spell is irresistible because it allows the soul to be seduced by the fog of obscurity and deception.
The Cruciatus Curse is a spell that torments the soul and can produce extreme pain and torture.
This is completely different from the common effects of black magic, such as polluting the body and damaging the body, or it is superior to the torture of the body.
But no matter how Bellatrix increased the output of malice, she couldn't hear a scream from this man's mouth, and even the muffled grunt of gritting her teeth was extremely low.
"Same as your damn parents!"
She raised her arm high, as if waving an invisible whip of thorns, lashing fiercely at the man in front of him who was curled up in pain, but still holding the sword.
Neville's body twitched violently, like a white shrimp thrown into boiling oil. His twitching limbs stirred up gravel, but it was not as hot as boiling oil. Bellat, who was standing in the distance, Ricks didn't even need to dodge, these cold sand and stones couldn't touch her body.
Those bloodshot eyes that were already covered in anger stared at her, but it only caused her to smile with satisfaction and greed.
"I love the look, but I love watching it disappear even more."
"I will kill and send your parents down with you to reunite."
In a burst of maniacal laughter, she disconnected the magic power of the Cruciatus Curse, and the green light of death was about to be summoned by her again.
But a trace of blue light suddenly appeared in the darkened cave.
She began to spin in an instant, and Apparation was about to take her out of here in an instant.
"All curses end."
The vast magical power instantly filled the entire cave, and the forcibly interrupted apparition caused Bellatrix to stagger and fall to the ground. The extinguished phoenix fire made the place extremely dark. Based on her previous impression, He waved his wand towards the place where the blue light had just been lit.
"Avadaso—"
The dull sound of breaking through the air stopped the spell abruptly, and the sound of bones breaking echoed endlessly in the darkness.
A non-glare white ball of light rose slowly, illuminating the dark cave brightly.
"Can you hold a sword, Neville?"
Ron's reassuring voice reached Neville's ears.
He saw a man carrying an ugly door-panel giant sword, and the body of a woman whose right hand was broken by the blunt sword and fell in front of him like a rag doll.
The body that could not lift the strength at all squeezed out the last strength again, the originally heavy one-handed sword was as light as nothing at this moment, and the cold light of the sharp blade flashed in the cave!
The thrown head was picked up as the sharp blade slashed down. Neville stood up and grabbed Bellatrix's wet hair. She looked at those unwilling, resentful, and crazy eyes, but those eyes Has lost the luster of life, has become dark and silent, the slack pupils and his quiet gaze
A venting roar sounded, and Neville held the head of the enemy that had finally been cut, and the tears accumulated in his eyes fell silently.
"I'll clean up here later."
Ron turned the greatsword back into a wand, frowning in pain from the wound that had festered here from the Portkey teleportation.
"We have one last thing to do."
"What?" Neville asked puzzled, he still couldn't calm down his emotions.
"Do you still have the Portkey Dumbledore gave you?"
"Hmm." Neville nodded, but in the previous battles, he never thought of using this key to escape, and he was afraid that if he let it go this time, he would never find this woman again.
"We're going to St. Mungo's."
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Two bloody figures broke into the hall of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Several healers who had received orders from Dumbledore and were waiting here were scared back half a step by the tragic scene.
They have been exposed to countless terrible magical accidents, and there are many bloody wounded people who are more terrifying than the two of them now.
But they have never felt the fierce killing intent emanating from these two people that has not yet dissipated after the deadly battle, and the boy with the pendant on his left arm is also holding a fresh, dripping blood, beheaded head.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but we'll come back for treatment later. Professor Dumbledore asked you to prepare here, thank you."
Ron nodded politely, but this group of therapists waved their hands hurriedly in fright. This man with more than a dozen fractures and skin pierced by bone stubble seemed to be incapable of pain. They doubt life one after another.
If they hadn't mentioned Dumbledore, these healers would have 'called the police' to the Ministry of Magic.
The patients in St. Mungo's Hall also made way for the two, and they walked up the stairs without hindrance, causing screams and riots.
In just a few tens of seconds, they had already arrived at the fifth floor of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, where Neville was familiar with the magic injury department.
Julia, who still wears the wreath today, is holding a heavy tray full of presents.
Tomorrow is Christmas, and many family members of patients cannot come in person. They have sent gifts, and Julia needs to distribute them on their behalf.
Two bloody and wounded big boys came to the corridor of the long-term ward she was in charge of. She might not remember Ron, but Neville's appearance had long been embedded in her mind. She looked at this boy countless times Coming here, she almost witnessed Neville from a little guy to the man he is now.
She dropped the tray containing the presents on the ground, and Julia, who had a worried face, hurried forward two steps.
"Neville, why are you carrying this...this?"
"What happened, don't scare me"
"This is Bellatrix." Neville's voice was a little hoarse. He touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to show a relieved smile, "I'm fine, I did it."
They stepped forward, around Julia, and pushed open a closed door.
Two figures with gray hair and haggard faces were sitting on the edge of the bed. The woman was holding a piece of super bubblegum paper in her hand. After his son, maybe he will look better?
But she doesn't know, what she knows is that since more than two years ago, a person who seems to be a little familiar has come to see her less often
Miss him so much
But I don't know why I would think so.
she can't remember
But she knows that this is the one that cannot be forgotten.
But who is this person.
I just feel so close
I really want to see him again, because I don't know when I will lose sight of him.
And the man next to her is even more numb, it doesn't matter if he sees it or not, the excessive torment of the Cruciatus Curse on him has permanently damaged his soul, just like that piece of bubblegum paper, no matter how hard he tries to calm it down The crease, but the crease is still there.
What's more, the current magic treatment can't touch this taboo soul domain at all.
They can only wait for a miracle to come.
After pushing the door open, Neville paused, he didn't know if it would be useful, the anxiety and fear at the moment and the longing in his heart made his steps hesitate.
Neville looked at Ron, his eyes twinkling.
"Go."
Hearing these words, his shoulders were covered with warmth, and then he was gently pushed into the room.
"Dad, Mom"
Neville stepped forward cautiously, with his hands behind his back, still feeling uneasy.
The woman sensed that someone was approaching, it was the figure that made her feel close but didn't know why.
The man's gaze was still dull, but it seemed that Neville's arrival also involved some of his attention. The familiar figure that had been appearing in front of him for more than ten years always had a vague impression.
Holding the bubble gum wrapping paper in two skinny hands, he handed it forward tremblingly. Neville, who couldn't hold back his tears for a moment, bit his lip and twisted it with his crooked hands, which could already cover his bedroom. The bubble gum wrapping paper on the four walls, he grasped slightly in the palm of his hand, and blood stained the snow-white paper on that side.
"I did it, Mom and Dad"
"I did it."
"Torturing you back then, turning you into Bellatrix like this"
"Here it is."
Neville brought the gift that wasn't a present to him from behind, but the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.
"Leave it to me." Ron's voice came from behind.
The star magic pattern, which symbolizes the power of the dragon and the dragon's physique, lit up, and the sword and spear of the hunting dragon withstood the progress of a group of Aurors who broke into the fifth floor with big strides.
This frightening weapon made the group of Aurors stop knowingly.
A golden badge was popped out by Ron's knuckles, and the coat of arms of the Knights of Merlin on it made the leader Auror Captain look dignified.
Ron put a finger on his lips, then put away the murder weapon, and pointed to the ward at them.
Several Aurors hesitated for a moment, and finally stood behind Ron lightly and surrounded him, but their eyes couldn't help turning to the ward.
There are two lines of names written on the door that they will never forget. 'Frank Longbottom' and 'Alice Longbottom' are the names that every Auror remembers. Defiance, and an admirable will to absolute loyalty.
They saw a young man covered in wounds holding up a woman's severed head. Just a side face, they could feel the cruel and twisted viciousness of this woman before she was alive. Even after her death, this viciousness was still unprecedented. dissipate.
"Remember her?"
"It's her, and her companions, who have made you what you are."
After saying this, Neville was silent for a long time. He looked at his parents closely, with mixed feelings in his heart that were hard to express.
Seems like a century has passed.
The originally scattered or dull gaze shifted slightly.
"Bebella" Alice's hand moved, and she raised her finger to poke the face of the woman who had begun to become stiff.
"Bella Trix Lester Lankey."
Intermittent words were spoken by her in a hoarse low voice.
At this moment, the man beside Alice raised his hand slightly.
"Neville."
Father gently raised his hand to put it on Neville's shoulder, and Neville, who was kneeling, lowered his body so that the big hand could touch him more easily.
"Dad. Do you remember me?"
"son."
Another woman's hand was also on Neville's shoulder.
No one continued to pay attention to the falling head, and a crying child fell down on the edge of the bed, but at this moment, he was extremely satisfied, because two big hands were gently placed on his shoulders.
"Go and call the therapist, why are you standing there?"
Ron patted the Auror's arm behind him, "If the two seriously injured are not treated, something will happen."
He pointed at Neville and then at himself, and the Aurors looked at each other, but could only do as they wanted.
(End of this chapter)