allendalepharm Chapter 262 Voldemort is captured alive!
Chapter 262 Voldemort is captured alive!
Chapter 262 Voldemort is captured alive!
"Maybe we should do something!"
Beside the hillside where a large hole had been blasted by the green smoke snakes spewed by the Black Mark, a burlap sack fluttered, covering a corner, inside which Cedric looked somewhat nervous.
The three of them were not Harry's trio. If it were Harry or Hermione, they would have rushed out to find an opportunity to strike Voldemort, the Dark Lord. They were like lone wolves, eager to find a stage to showcase their abilities.
"The professors told us to stay here!" Crabbe's expression was firm, giving Cedric a threatening look. "You can't cause trouble for the professors!"
Cedric listened with unease to the swirling, seemingly boiling mist around him, from which came mournful cries and strange beast howls. "What is this mist?"
"The fog of war," Crab explained, scratching his head sheepishly as they looked on curiously. "I have a painting like this hanging in my house. Tutu told me about it. One of my ancestors was very skilled at using this dark magic. It's very spicy."
"Spicy?" Cedric was a little confused. What kind of description was that?
"This mist will sting your throat, making it impossible to chant spells; it will sting your eyes, making it impossible to see anything; and if you get too much of this mist on your body, all the joints in your bones will start to hurt," Crabbe repeated Tutu's words.
Cedric and Luna both gasped.
Fortunately, they practiced using the Bubble Head Charm extensively in the Duel Club, and the red cloaks on their heads provided cover; otherwise, they probably would have been hit long ago.
Crabbe looked at the hazy mist outside the Bubble Head Curse with some concern, worried about the professor's condition. He carefully sensed it for a while, then frowned.
"I think I sensed it..."
Crabbe raised his wand and waved it gently. From the depths of the mist, a faint light flickered. It was the Soul Campfire spell he had just cast with the blessing of the River of Time. "The wails and despair of many souls."
"It's those Muggles and dark wizards!" Cedric's expression turned serious. "We have to save them, otherwise they'll all be affected by the magic, or even killed, once the professors' battle with the Dark Lord begins!"
"Are you crazy?" Crabbe looked at Cedric in disbelief, his vision blurry through the mist surrounding the Bubble Head Charm. "They were just about to kill us!"
“Yes. But they are human too. Muggles are human, dark wizards are human. They just went down the wrong path and followed the wrong people.” Cedric’s voice was very sincere. “They must pay the price for their mistakes, but we now have a chance to let them live…”
"I can't stand here and watch them die like this," Cedric said firmly.
"You're absolutely insane!" Crabbe exclaimed, completely baffled. "Risking your life for your enemy?"
"Not for them." Cedric waved his wand, casting an armor charm on himself, and then began examining some magical items he had obtained from the Weasley twins, saying earnestly, "It's only for the sake of my belief in justice."
"Is there a difference?" Crabbe retorted.
Unexpectedly, Luna, who was standing nearby, agreed with this view. "I saw a lot of ghost moths flying around. They were announcing their impending death. They wanted my help."
Moreover, a pink butterfly hovered in mid-air. As she strengthened her resolve, the butterfly landed on her head, gently fluttering its wings and scattering shimmering light that was invisible to normal people.
So the three of them made their own decisions.
Cedric bravely ventured into the fog, and Luna caught up with him, offering to guide him, saying that the Wandering Moth could lead the way.
Crabbe hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed.
The two people in front of him were a fool who wanted to save the enemy, and a madman who believed in some kind of insect. What could he possibly do? His mind was empty and he couldn't make any judgments. In the end, he could only go with the flow.
Heaven have mercy! These fools Crabbe have always listened to the guidance of wise men. Old Crabbe listened to Malfoy, and after losing his parents, he listened to Lockhart. Now, however, he can only listen to the advice of a fool and a madman. He doesn't know if it's good or bad.
But he eventually caught up.
He and Cedric followed Luna cautiously, like blind men, while Luna, guided by the ghostly moths that gathered like fireflies in the mist, stumbled and groped her way to the base of a stone statue.
There's someone here!
Luna nearly tripped and cried out in surprise, prompting Cedric and Crabbe to rush forward.
"Petrify them all!" Cedric quickly cast a full-body binding spell on the figure that was not clearly visible in the mist. He was willing to save people, but he was not stupid. There was a strict procedure for dealing with prisoners in their dueling club.
"Upside-down bell!" Luna reacted just as quickly, waving her wand.
"Eliminate your weapon!" Crabbe and the others simultaneously completed the coordinated procedure that everyone had summarized.
In an instant, the wizard was frozen in place, hanging upside down in front of him, his wand falling to the side, where it was easily taken away by the blond-haired boy who was secretly watching over the young wizards.
After doing all that, it rummaged through its body, pulled out a book, looked around, and ran towards Crabbe, climbing onto his shoulder.
"Where would be safest for us to take him?" After dealing with the guy, Luna suddenly didn't know what to do next.
Just then, a fluffy little paw held a magic book and handed it to Crabbe.
"It's the professor's adventure book!" Crabbe's eyes lit up, and he quickly opened the book, gesturing for them to help him carry the wizard inside.
After rescuing the man, their confidence soared, and they quickly continued on their way.
But they soon stopped.
Ahead, a gigantic figure, like a colossal beast, twisted its body in the mist; it was none other than a serpent monster of extremely exaggerated size.
The basilisk looked like it was in great pain.
Its eyes were covered in thick moisture, which clung tightly to them no matter how much it shook. The stinging sensation made it bang its head against the ground, causing its body to thrash.
In the hazy mist, it resembled an indescribable monster, occasionally revealing parts of its scales and terrifyingly thick body.
(Kill them!)
The basilisk clearly sensed their movement and hissed.
Fortunately, the Duel Club had started studying Parseltongue very early on, and all three young wizards had studied it. Although they didn't master it very well, they could still understand the Basilisk's Parseltongue.
What else is there to say? Let's fight!
Before they could even cast their spell, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck down, causing the snake monster to writhe and convulse in agony.
"Was it Professor Lockhart who cast that spell?" Cedric exclaimed, knowing the professor's most famous magic.
"It doesn't seem so." Crabbe wasn't quite sure either. The lightning bolt in front of him had a domineering aura that didn't quite match Professor Lockhart's magical characteristics.
boom!
Another loud roar interrupted the three young wizards' discussion, and they all looked in the direction from which the sound came.
A massive sea of fire descended from the sky, like the sun falling from the heavens, carrying scorching flames and light that pierced through and dispelled the thick fog around them. The scalding heat seemed to incinerate anyone who touched it.
Fortunately, the fire was contained.
Countless water vapors rise from the earth, gathering into droplets that defy gravity and 'fall' upwards, landing in an inverted lake.
Yes, an ocean blocked the flames.
The collision between the sea of fire and the ocean was so sudden, so rapid, so intense that it produced a deafening roar, as if the entire world was shaking and trembling.
In the ocean, lightning swam and crashed down to the earth, attacking the basilisks and Muggles.
Then came even weaker bolts of lightning, but on a larger scale, which transformed into an electric grid, piercing through the sea of fire and pouring upwards.
"Marching along the edge!" A sharp roar came from above, and the stone statues came to life again, gradually encircling a certain direction in the mist.
"Oh no!" Crabbe exclaimed, "My Soulfire spell doesn't seem to be able to suppress these statues anymore!"
"Get on the flying broomstick!" Cedric made the decision immediately. In such a dangerous battlefield, maintaining high mobility was definitely the first choice, especially when facing these gargoyle-like monsters that looked extremely powerful but moved slowly.
He looked at Luna. "Can you really see those bugs you're talking about?"
Luna looked at him in disbelief. "I thought you all believed it just now."
"If you can see us, we'll follow on either side of you. You lead us to find the others." Cedric's expression was serious. "I have to confirm this with you again!"
"I can see it!" Luna insisted on her point of view.
"Alright, let's go!" Cedric urged everyone to get moving, adding, "Keep your altitude low, but don't skid the ground, be careful not to bump into obstacles!"
Traversing the battlefield where four magic masters were fighting was undoubtedly a dangerous task, but the three young wizards seemed to be blessed by Lady Luck, and their actions were not greatly affected.
Even if someone suffers a minor injury, Crabbe can use the newly set-up Soul Fire to cast a more proactive healing spell called "Warm Healing".
They found one Muggle and dark wizard after another, disarmed them, and collected them into Professor Lockhart's magic book.
Young wizards are always full of goodwill and hope for the world. Perhaps from an adult's perspective, some of their actions are not appropriate, but such adventurous experiences will lay an indelible foundation for their future magical path.
They experienced the war, and they felt the war.
Experience the magical scenes performed by the magic masters, scenes that are beyond their comprehension.
The spells practiced in the dueling club, which were already beyond the scope of regular magical duels, looked like child's play in this battle.
They were all stunned.
It turns out that the "Ten Thousand Bullets Fired" spell can turn the leaves on the entire mountain into sharp blades, which gather like a torrent of rain and rush down.
It turns out that the Transfiguration spell can make a towering giant crawl out of the earth and use two snake monsters on the ground as weapons.
It turns out that the environment altered by the weather spell can enhance the power of the spell.
It turns out that what seems like a simple "loud voice" can also be used as a magical attack, creating a terrifying noise at such a high frequency that it makes it difficult to concentrate.
The three young wizards seemed to personally experience how the world was destroyed.
In this place hidden by magic, almost every piece of land was eventually plowed by magical power, and everything was destroyed.
The howling tornadoes swept up the sand and turned it into high-powered "grinding machines," piercing through the sky and churning the entire world like a meat grinder.
Gradually, the Dark Lord's terrifying roar began to sound somewhat exasperated.
Then, little by little, she became hysterical.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared, transforming into a swift black shadow that streaked across the sky. "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!"
Yes, Dumbledore had to admit, it was difficult.
But high difficulty does not mean impossible.
At this moment, this world was completely sealed off. He, Gellert, and Gilderoy were hunting Voldemort together. This was such a good situation, with top-notch equipment. If they still couldn't get him to escape, they shouldn't talk about dealing with the Dark Lord anymore. They should just pin their hopes on Harry Potter creating a miracle.
But Voldemort actually managed to escape.
The method was ridiculously simple.
Voldemort hovered mockingly high in the air in front of the three, flipping his wand to face himself, then chuckled, "Avada Kedavra!"
A beam of green light shot out from the tip of the wand and struck him directly on the forehead.
In just a moment, the breath of life vanished.
Voldemort's corpse fell from the sky like a rag doll.
Yes, death. Voldemort escaped all harm through death; for him, death was a kind of eternity.
"Damn it!" Grindelwald couldn't help but curse, glancing worriedly at Dumbledore, who was trembling slightly with his lips pursed.
Just then, a voice seemed to pierce through the river of time, coming from a very distant place, yet it also seemed to be whispering in one's ear.
"Time... rewind!"
Turning his head, he was shocked to see Lockhart raising his wand and shouting. The spell seemed to be being cast with unusual difficulty, making him lose his usual composure and elegance.
You could even see blood and tears welling up in Lockhart's eyes, making him look exceptionally ferocious.
This magic was undoubtedly terrifying; the sky was instantly filled with dark clouds, and the whole world was shrouded in an ominous and mysterious oppressive atmosphere.
As Lockhart unleashed his magic, the world ahead suddenly sluggished.
Yes, the sky was still the same sky, the breeze was still blowing, and Voldemort was still falling, but it just felt like that part of the world had slowed down.
It was as if a giant was forcefully grasping that existence and then twisting it violently, rolling time back to the past.
Voldemort's corpse began to float upwards, his wand glowing with the green light of the Killing Curse once more, before rolling back to where it had been before.
boom!
The whole world trembled.
An extremely strange tremor.
Then Grindelwald and Dumbledore were astonished to feel Voldemort's life force reappear.
This scene resembles casting a restorative spell on an inanimate object...
Dumbledore was shocked.
Grindelwald was shocked.
Voldemort was also shocked.
Old Voldemort stared in disbelief at the wand in his hand, then subconsciously touched it again. Suddenly, his expression turned grim, and he cursed, "Oh no!"
A flash of fire, and a phoenix, which appeared out of nowhere, cried out as it swept past him, its sharp claws snatching his wand from his hand.
His wizard robes rapidly transformed, wrapping around his entire body like bandages.
His mouth disappeared in an instant; not only did the upper and lower lips remain connected, but even the tongue, teeth, and bones inside the mouth cavity all melted and adhered together.
He began to fall.
Streams of magic flickered around him, and countless sealing magic lights shimmered on his body.
Finally, he fell to the ground, abruptly stopping to dissipate all the force, and then crashed to the ground with a thud.
"Ugh~~~ Ugh~~~~ Ugh~~~~"
Voldemort struggled to say something.
But then a figure slowly came into view.
Dumbledore looked down at Voldemort, who was now completely captured, a strange and complex emotion welling up within him. He gazed at him with a complicated expression, "Tom..."
(End of this chapter)