allendalepharm Chapter 211 A Silver Snake Runs Through the Long River
Chapter 211 A Silver Snake Runs Through the Long River
Chapter 211 A Silver Snake Runs Through the Long River
Ireland, Bandon, an isolated island with a legend of the banshee.
The wind howled.
The island was rocked violently by the waves, making it look like a large ship that could sink at any moment. Huge waves crashed against the shore, splashing up even higher sprays.
The sun shone brightly in the sky, yet the atmosphere felt increasingly oppressive. Both colossal beasts exuded a terrifying aura, causing the various animals on the island to scatter in terror. Even the insects in the cracks of the rocks crawled out and ran quickly into the distance, as if death itself were chasing them.
A giant wolf emanating a thick, poisonous mist and an incredibly robust serpent monster were attacking each other. It appeared to be a battle of muscles, but each attack actually contained powerful magical energy.
When you reach a certain level, sometimes a wand really isn't that necessary, and magic doesn't need to follow so-called fixed standards; it can be expressed in a way that better suits your own will.
Lockhart wanted to watch the show, but these two wouldn't let him get away, launching a barrage of attacks that gave him no chance to escape the battlefield.
Like a flying insect between two giant beasts, he constantly used Apparition and Reversal Spells to quickly weave through the battle, helping whoever was weaker, with an attitude of "never stop once the game starts," getting more and more frantic as the battle progressed.
The werewolf's roar, the basilisk's hiss, and Lockhart's maniacal laughter, accompanied by the deafening roar of the surrounding environment being ravaged,
It was incredibly noisy.
Finally, in a split second, Old Voldemort and Little Tom, with perfect understanding, suddenly joined forces and, at the cost of both of them enduring Lockhart's attacks, caught the annoying flying insect.
boom!
The werewolf slammed his hands on the ground and roared to the sky. The clear sky suddenly turned pitch black, as if someone had turned on the brightness of a mobile phone screen. A bright moon appeared, its light shining down and the earth steaming.
Yes, evaporation.
The island seemed to be shattering, with every corner cracking and every fragment falling towards the sky with tremendous force.
The feeling of "falling" from the ground to the sky, as if falling into an abyss, is enough to break a person's will. Lockhart lost control and fell towards the sky at an accelerating angle.
He desperately tried to use Apparition on the ground, but no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to return to the dimension where he was originally standing. He felt as if the world had been completely turned upside down.
So he attacked Voldemort like a madman, only to find that Voldemort was stubbornly resisting his magic, refusing to give up. This was an opportunity, and Lockhart unleashed wave after wave of attacks, only to find himself caught in the spell.
The enormous snake shadow collapsed down, slamming heavily onto his back. His body almost instantly exploded from the force of the impact.
膨~
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
For a moment, Voldemort and Tom couldn't help but smile, feeling that they had completely killed this guy.
As a result, the flesh and blood quickly turned into a viscous substance in mid-air, expanding and contracting rapidly like an Obscurus, and soon transformed back into Lockhart's appearance.
"So what if you're big?"
Lockhart cursed and, seeing that they were about to do it again, his body simply exploded on its own. The viscous substance rapidly expanded and twisted in the air, accompanied by eerie friction sounds that pierced the soul. A huge snake shadow appeared in front of the werewolf and the basilisk.
The snake's shadow was enormous.
Even larger than the werewolf's poisonous mist and shadow, its long, silvery-white body looked down at them, its snake head resting against the once-clear sky.
"A Guardian Angel!" the basilisk (Tom) cried out in terror. "Impossible! How can someone wield such a realistic and powerful Guardian Angel!"
Yes, who could unleash such a powerful guardian spirit?
Lockhart's snake eyes were full of amusement—Tom, this is the Guardian you've unleashed, in an exceptionally extreme state.
"This is-"
The werewolf (Voldemort) squinted at the giant serpent, finding it strange no matter how he looked at it. "This is my Patronus? But how could someone like me have a Patronus?"
Tom paused, then looked at Voldemort. "What are you talking about?"
Voldemort ignored him, only staring at the giant snake before him with suspicion. "Who are you?!"
The giant snake stretched out its body, its silvery-white scales shimmering with an eerie, penetrating luster under the sunlight, as if it were merely a phantom.
"Me—"
The giant snake grinned. "Guess?"
As it spoke, the giant serpent pounced down, tearing at the still bewildered snake monster. A terrifying silver-white light emanated from its teeth—a wondrous magic combining the Killing Curse and the Oblivion Curse.
The snake fangs easily pierced the basilisk's skull, instantly penetrating its entire head, and magical power surged forth.
Voldemort's gaze turned serious.
Extremely solemn.
Because he was all too familiar with this scene before him!
The Killing Curse creates carnage, thereby releasing powerful magic, which he uses to create Horcruxes.
This magic was so powerful that even he or Dumbledore could not unleash it on such a scale; it was life's final, unrestrained cry in the world.
Run away!
Voldemort made a decision instantly. He didn't know why Lockhart wanted to kill his past, which he had painstakingly retrieved from the river of time, but since he had killed him, he was definitely going to use this powerful magic for something!
He was still in a weakened state and had no desire to confront this powerful magical force head-on.
Voldemort glanced deeply at the basilisk, which was dead beyond any doubt, and watched it transform back into Tom, who was half-human and half-snake. He watched Tom shrink back into a normal human form, then quickly turned around, tore open the barrier of time and space, and cast a flight spell towards real time.
Strangely, he discovered that Lockhart did not chase after him.
Could it be that Lockhart's purpose is not to attack him, but to complete some kind of magic of his own?
If that were the case, it would enrage him even more, because his pursuit had inadvertently made him Lockhart's accomplice.
Help Lockhart kill himself!
Hemp egg!
Old Fu felt he had been cheated!
Then he keenly sensed an opportunity, a chance to kill Lockhart.
Perhaps Lockhart wants him to run away right now? If he were to turn around and launch a surprise attack, wouldn't it catch this mysterious Lockhart off guard?
When it's time to make a decision, Voldemort is decisive and never hesitates or wavers.
The enormous werewolf body quickly collapsed into its original human form, with bandages wrapped around its body, and a black light and shadow swirling around it, instantly transforming into a wizard's robe.
He gripped his wand tightly, turned back, and flew away, ready to deliver a killing curse to Lockhart at any moment.
suddenly!
He suddenly felt a powerful magical force spreading from an unknown place. He could feel this energy, and he even knew that it was the energy released when he died in the past, but he had no idea where this energy was or what it was going to do.
He finally understood the helplessness Dumbledore felt in the face of him.
Mysterious, ominous, and unfathomable.
It's like an itch that you can't scratch no matter how hard you try, hidden deep under the skin, making you want to cut open the flesh with a knife to scratch it.
This must be a curse!
He quickly made a judgment and began casting a large number of spells that could block this energy, constantly exploring the area that the spell might reach. At the same time, he also cast detection spells in an attempt to find Lockhart's whereabouts.
However, he was clearly wrong.
This is not a curse, even though it feels like one.
"It's Gilderoy Lockhart!" Voldemort roared, glaring angrily at the swirling portal of time and space, a maelstrom of light. "How dare you use my magic against me!"
This is a spell from the magic notebook "The Unquenchable Flame of Life" that he traded to Lockhart. It's a spell that uses the soul as a template to refresh the body and maintain peak physical vitality.
This is a blessing, not a curse.
But in reality, it is a curse, because this magic has an extremely terrible consequence: it constantly purifies the magical bloodline in the body.
This was originally Voldemort's pursuit, hoping to sever the tainted blood flowing through his veins from his Muggle father, Riddle.
He hoped to purify the pure bloodline from his mother, Gaunt, but he later abandoned this idea.
Purifying his magical bloodline will undoubtedly lead him completely toward that magical bloodline, making him more pure-blooded, but it will also make him no longer himself!
He had long since given up on pursuing "purer blood" and changed direction to pursue "more self-expression".
He shouldn't have traded the book to Lockhart.
All the malicious acts of the past seem to always turn into boomerangs, hitting me back—fate is always so malicious and wicked!
Voldemort quickly cast spells to try to resist the powerful magic, but he was not at his peak. He was just a wandering spirit, a wandering spirit that had possessed the werewolf and was unable to break free due to Dumbledore's spell to restrain him, stuck in a very awkward situation.
"No!!!"
He simply couldn't resist this powerful magic.
Voldemort swiftly traversed the turbulent currents of time and space, attempting to escape the pursuit of magic. He fled, desperately trying to escape, but began to feel the magic eroding his body, bit by bit, like a pursuing flood, constantly crashing against his yacht, eventually completely capsizing and submerging him.
Wow~~
He seemed to hear the sound of a river, his pupils dilated, as if he saw a vein of blood extending into the depths of time and space.
He saw his parents, and following this line of blood, he could also see his maternal grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, and then he saw figures all the way up to Salazar Slytherin, the ancestor he had idolized in his youth.
Then, a giant silver-white serpent traversed the river of time, following the trail of this magical bloodline, and lunged at him. Voldemort had no way to escape.
Escape is a change of physical location, a misalignment of time, and a separation of contact. But from any perspective, the concept of escape is simply not suitable for the current scenario.
The magical bloodline before him was like a zipper, and the long snake was like the zipper pull. Lockhart, with the power of what might have been his own guardian spirit, moved along this magical bloodline and came to his side.
There's simply no way to avoid it.
"No!
NNNY
Voldemort roared, feeling a powerful energy wash over him, rapidly altering his body.
Soon, the energy dissipated, and Lockhart disappeared without a trace, leaving only him still roaring angrily in the same spot.
He raised his wand with trembling hands and waved it in front of him. A mirror appeared before him, reflecting his own face.
A face so familiar.
The key issue is—this isn't his body!
This is the body of Fenrir Greyback, one of my werewolves!
"Wolfsbane—" Voldemort gasped, sensing the changes deep within his soul with a hint of horror, "I've been tainted by wolfsbane!"
"Gidero!!!!!"
"I want you dead!"
"I want you dead!!!!"
But at that moment, he suddenly felt the energy fluctuations in time and space again. His gaze sharpened, and he saw the huge silver snake swimming towards him once more.
"!!!!" Voldemort's expression shifted, and finally, he turned around in anger and fled towards the end of time.
我会回来的！
I will definitely come back!
Voldemort swore in his heart and roared.