AWB Chapter 930 Voldemort
Chapter 930 Voldemort
"Xiao Wu...the timing of your loss of control really screwed me over," Martin complained.
Based on the parameters he had set for himself before, he was about to collapse.
And there seems to be no need to change the settings just to hold on.
I watched the huge iron block above my head grow rapidly, and it was almost blending into the night and my edges were no longer distinguishable.
Seeing that even if Qi Luo ran, he couldn't outrun the spreading speed of the shadow above his head, so Martin simply let go.
"Come back!" He called for the rabbit to return to the Poké Ball. Martin turned around and grabbed Ma Wu and Huiyuan Ai with both hands: "Seventy-two Techniques, Enter the Earth."
After a ray of red light merged into their waists, the three of them quickly sank into the ground like fish swimming into water.
While Quirrell was still running forward, three more silver sword lights appeared in his peripheral vision.
Another flying sword? At the same time, Quirrell saw the dark sky above his head suddenly pressing down. It seemed that Martin, who was holding the iron block, had let go.
He let the iron block fall down while using the flying sword to trip himself, and it was his sister who made the iron block bigger... Quirrell understood Martin's intention very clearly, and responded to the three flying sword attacks very skillfully. Although the speed was slowed down a bit, he still managed to dodge them.
Then use the spell to break through the last section of distance... Just as Quirrell was thinking this, he raised his wand and suddenly felt a chill on his right leg.
Looking down and seeing the snow-white sharp blade piercing through the bones, Qi Luo suddenly remembered... the child had four flying swords.
Quirrell fell to the ground, then turned over and looked at the iron block about two meters away from the ground. He hurriedly poured out the wide-mouthed pottery jar containing the shrinking potion, and cried out like a broken jar: "Master, save me!"
The shrinking potion was specially made. Compared to what was written in the Potions textbook, while one would recover quickly after being separated from the potion, the speed of shrinkage would be very slow after being contaminated by the potion.
So before Voldemort made his move, Quirrell was doomed.
"Hiss--" Voldemort made a series of hissing sounds from the turban on the back of Quirrell's head.
The heavy black iron block suddenly turned into black smoke as thick as substance. Although it was heavy, it quickly dispersed when it hit Quirrell's body, rolling and spreading along the ground.
In high-end wizard battles, making good use of Transfiguration is more important than pepper.
"Waste...waste..."
"Master, I..." Quirrell realized that he had just taken down Martin, and Voldemort could also use this trick against the iron block. But the greater possibility was that Voldemort got the elixir and left without hesitation, leaving him alone to live or die.
Quirrell quickly thought of an excuse: "Master, they also have a protective spell that uses yellow paper! I lost to that kind of paper in my first action!"
But Voldemort didn't want to hear his explanation.
While Quirrell was making an excuse, his turban fell off, and a terrifying face grew on the back of his head. Immediately afterwards, at the edge of Voldemort's face, something like a dark worm swam under Quirrell's skin, spreading all the way down from his neck.
"Master, I need more powerful strength to defeat them, I..." Quirrell was still begging, but found that his hands were raised, and it was not of his own will.
"What is this? I...I...Help, spare my life!"
As Quirrell howled in fear, he put his hands around his own neck and reached up to grab his chin.
Gah - Quirrell's head turned 180 degrees, and now Voldemort's face was right in front of him.
By seizing Quirrell's body and adding the vital blood of the unicorn he had hunted in the past few days, Voldemort achieved a very reluctant pseudo-resurrection.
"Hiss...A-choo!" The pseudo-resurrected Voldemort sneezed first. Even though he had no nose, he couldn't avoid it as long as he needed to breathe.
"What happened! Martin! Are you there?" Hagrid's rough voice came over. After meeting with Harry and the others, Hagrid learned that the previous green fireworks signal was just a ghost seen by Neville, and now the ghost has disappeared again. He immediately brought them back to meet Martin and the other two.
But when he came back, he didn't see the three people. He only saw half a meter high black smoke flowing on the ground, and a mysterious man in a black robe standing on the ground in the middle.
The giant's huge figure was too easy to recognize in the moonlight. Voldemort saw his old classmate Hagrid and raised his wand towards him. After killing Quirrell, the wand was under his control: "A-choo! Hiss--!"
Just like the spells developed by Dumbledore himself were not in Latin but in English, as one of the pioneers of the pepper tactic when he was young, Voldemort developed a spell released in Parseltongue in order to overcome the interference of pepper on himself. The sound was short and low, and there was no need to breathe.
A green light rose from the end of the wand, and as if it were carrying an electric current, it shot directly towards Hagrid.
Avada is eating a big melon!
"Unforgivable Curse!" Hagrid dodged the melon with a somewhat awkward move and turned back to call out to the children, "Run! It's a dark wizard!"
However, Hagrid only then saw that Harry was holding the lightning scar on his forehead and breathing heavily in pain. Ron was supporting him, Neville was at a loss, and Malfoy had already fled.
"Harry?"
"Hagrid... my scar hurts so much..."
Harry's scar was left by a mysterious man's dark magic... two unicorns in the Forbidden Forest were killed in succession for their blood... Dumbledore suddenly protected the Philosopher's Stone with layers of protection... all this information was intertwined in Hagrid's mind, and he immediately came up with an incredible answer.
"He's You-Know-Who!" Hagrid shouted the answer that almost frightened Neville to death.
Ron was in much the same situation. In extreme fear, Ron instinctively pulled out the lazy, fat, yellow rat from his black robe and threw it at Voldemort with all his might: "It's decided to be you! Go ahead, Scabbers!"
Martin taught him this set of movements, saying that it would maximize the power of Pikachu. But no matter how Ron practiced this "ritual", the yellow-skinned mouse would still be beaten by Martin's long-eared rabbit.
On this side, Voldemort, who hadn't been online for ten years, saw that the thing thrown at him was an animal he had never seen before. He directly used the Spell of Sin to attract it and then grabbed it with one hand.
Inside the body of the yellow rat, Peter Pettigrew was startled when he saw a face that was uglier than his own, and then he recognized that it was his old boss Voldemort.
"Pikapi! Pikapika! (Master! It's me! Your loyal subordinate Peter! I was tortured by these little devils who disrespected you and turned me into this. Please change me back to normal!)"
Instead, the fingers pinching its neck gradually tightened.
"Pikachu? Pikabi? (Master? Can you understand what I am saying?)"
Voldemort said nothing, but simply increased the strength in his hands.
“Pika Pika… (You’re almost strangling me to death…)”
Are you going to kill me?
Peter Pettigrew was very afraid of death. The reason why he suddenly betrayed Potter and joined Voldemort was because of his fear of death.
And when even Voldemort wanted to kill him, his survival instinct was once again aroused, and he did everything he could to seek the strength to escape.
The yellow mouse's cheeks began to glow with electricity.
“Pikachu!”
Instantly, dazzling golden-white electric light filled everyone's sight. In Martin's words, this was a 100,000-volt event at the level of "Pik Tsuyoshi is done acting". (End of this chapter)