AWB Chapter 932 Seal
Chapter 932 Seal
"You mean, that devil character thinks he can be resurrected after taking that medicine? Why does he think so?" Haibara Ai knew that Voldemort and Quirrell were attracted by the "immortality drug", but after listening to Mag's explanation, she realized that it was a big devil character similar to the ultimate villain BOSS who wanted to use his APTX4869 to resurrect.
Why haven’t I heard that this medicine can bring people back to life?
"The main reason is that the elixir of immortality in the wizarding world can revive him, so it's natural to think that our version of the elixir of immortality can also revive him." Martin shrugged. Or perhaps those who want to accomplish great things cannot miss any opportunity. If APTX gets it and finds that he can't be resurrected, he can just continue to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
"This is not the same thing as their immortality elixir." In Huiyuan Ai's eyes, this was simply a lack of common sense: "Don't they understand that they should be treated separately?"
"If I told you that the temperature of the 'sun' of a certain alien race in Hydra is below zero, would you believe it?" Martin shrugged. "'As long as it is the elixir of immortality, you can definitely be resurrected', this is as basic to them as 'the sun must be hot'."
"If you said it, I'd believe it. The part about the sun."
"..."
Professor McGonagall turned her gaze towards the battlefield.
Although he was the Dark Lord, he was ill-prepared and stepped into the trap of Hogwarts as a wandering spirit controlling Quirrell's corpse, so he could only become a target. With only the pitiful magic power obtained by squeezing the vitality of the unicorn's blood, most of the horrible black magic he had mastered and developed could not be released, and the rest of the magic would be crushed by the continuous blasting spells, and a small part would be blocked by the shield wall. If Voldemort wanted to break through and escape, he would be forced by snipers to return to the fragmented bunker and continue to build bunkers to hold on.
However, there were also some students with poor psychological quality who began to make mistakes after realizing that their opponent was the Dark Lord. There was the Hufflepuff who was seriously injured by an arrow in the knee and fell to the ground, the Gryffindor who misjudged the temperature of his wand and caused it to explode, and the Ravenclaw sniper who failed to hit the special target and fired without orders.
Overall, the battle situation is still within the tolerance range.
"It seems that this time, the Dark Lord will fall here." Professor McGonagall's tone was rarely filled with joy, but she held the wand very tightly in her hand, ready to join the battle at any time if the situation changed.
"It's still a long way off." However, Ma Wu suddenly contradicted McGonagall. The little girl stared at the center of the battlefield, a little dazed: "Voldemort still has a lot of numbers."
"Numbers?" Mag was puzzled.
Martin blinked: "Did you see Voldemort's health bar?"
"97... and a '010' symbol." Ma Wu said in a low voice.
“That’s called the percent sign.”
The health bar is still 97%, so even though Voldemort is being beaten, in fact, only the corner of his clothes is slightly dirty? This 3% is probably caused by the yellow rat.
That shouldn't be the case. As long as Quirrell's body is destroyed, Voldemort, in his spirit state, can't make any waves and can only flee. What Ma Wu saw might be the durability of Quirrell's body, or the durability of Voldemort, or even other parameters such as the blue bar.
"It's okay, I'll add some fuel to the fire." Seeing Ma Wu's worried look, Martin took out the Gryffindor launcher from his back pocket.
Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, twitched her eyes.
If the Gryffindor Launcher is held by a wizard who does not have the true Gryffindor traits, it may disappear at any time... This kid has been holding the Gryffindor Launcher until now, is he really a Gryffindor?
"The wind direction is up to you, the angle is up to you, fire in the hole!" Martin pulled the trigger of the Gryffindor launcher towards the sky above the battlefield. After a muffled sound, a grenade flew into the battlefield.
"boom!"
Two more Hufflepuffs fell to the ground, seriously injured.
“……”Everyone present became embarrassed.
"Well, that was just a test launch. Now we can correct the parameters." Martin coughed dryly, and this time he was serious about it.
But it didn't fire. "Are you still aiming?" Mag asked.
Martin's eyes kept scanning the battlefield, and he answered subconsciously: "I haven't found one of the three thieves who stole my breakfast yesterday."
"Get out of this battlefield!" Professor McGonagall confiscated the Gryffindor launcher.
"Voldemort ran away!" Ma Wu suddenly shouted.
No one noticed anything unusual, except for Ma Wu, who saw that the '97%' bound to Voldemort suddenly moved towards the edge of the battlefield at a very fast speed.
In fact, Voldemort imitated Martin and tried to evacuate secretly by burrowing underground.
However, when Ma Wu's gaze followed Voldemort and he was approaching the edge of the battlefield, suddenly an explosion occurred underground and blew Voldemort out of the ground, and incidentally reduced the number Ma Wu saw to 63%.
"Hehe..." Mag was both pleased and a little sour: "Team Snake did a good job."
As Gryffindor and Hufflepuff took turns approaching Voldemort, Slytherin's team 'Snake Cave' also moved among them, laying various spell traps in the venue.
However, although Slytherin is a college that studies spells and traps, the best trap experts among Hogwarts students are not from Slytherin, but the Weasley twins.
"This is the Eagle's Nest! Move the target from A2 to B1. Anvil and the lion group quickly move the target!" The commander of the Hogwarts side also quickly adjusted after discovering that the trap was triggered.
Huihara Ai looked at Martin: "Fortunately we didn't hit a landmine."
Martin nodded in agreement, and took out a red ball of light that was deeply embedded in the soil from his back pocket: "Indeed, if this thing explodes, it will be enough to make us suffer."
The corner of Mag's eye twitched again: You removed one of the anti-land traps?
Why did he suddenly suspect that this child was stronger than Voldemort?
Meanwhile, Voldemort finally decided that this battle could not be fought, and abandoned his already battered body, turning into a cloud of black smoke and running away.
Although he had no way to deal with these students in the wandering spirit state, Hogwarts also did not anticipate that the opponent was Voldemort, and did not know that Voldemort would be in the wandering spirit state, and had no means prepared to deal with this state, so it could not do anything to Voldemort... Is that right?
"Want to run?" Martin's voice was louder than the commander of the Eagle's Nest: "Where is Peeves?"
"Hahahahahaha!" A gray shadow suddenly flew out from the dense forest, passed through the battlefield that had turned into a scorched earth, caught up with Voldemort's wandering soul, and grabbed him.
Although the Horcruxes kept his soul alive, Voldemort in his wandering state was not as "dead" as a ghost, but it was still similar to a ghost, and it was difficult for him to interfere with living people. As Peeves, the poltergeist itself, could contact ghosts, so it was not difficult for him to contact Voldemort.
Voldemort struggled, but Peeves clung to him with a grin, and leaped up and down with him as if he were taming a wild horse.
Naturally, the Hogwarts gang would not miss this opportunity, and overwhelming magic poured down, covering Peeves as well. However, it was of no use.
McGonagall's face began to turn ugly. Dumbledore was tricked into going to London for a meeting with a document disguised as a Ministry of Magic, and none of them could figure out a way to deal with the wandering souls.
He didn't even know about Horcruxes, and didn't understand why Voldemort was still alive instead of just dying.
"Do you need technical support?" Martin leaned forward, with many talismans appearing between his fingers like playing cards. "Eastern monks have a mature technical solution for dealing with things that cannot be killed. It's called sealing. For example, monkeys that urinate and defecate everywhere have been sealed for 500 years."
Martin then took out a rice cooker and said, "By the way, here is a technical solution from the Far East, called the Magic Sealing Wave."
"Can I have them all?" Professor McGonagall whispered, "And seal Peeves away as well." (End of this chapter)