allendalepharm Chapter 210 Three-Volume Championship
Chapter 210 Three-Volume Championship
Chapter 210 The Three Dog Days Championship
"Who are you?!"
Voldemort's roar and fury seemed to be accompanied by wind, thunder, rain, and lightning, and with the support of powerful magic, they surged forth from his thoughts like lightning.
This is an upgraded version of the "Loud Voice" amplification spell, which also seems to have a bit of the rhythm of the "Death Spell," targeting the wizard's mind.
The effect is terrifyingly strong.
Lockhart had once discussed the possibilities of combat magic in the realm of sound with his beloved student Tom, and Voldemort's magic before them undoubtedly provided the perfect answer to their discussion.
So breathtaking.
The only problem is that Lockhart's mind is protected by a guardian spirit, while Tom possesses magic as powerful as Voldemort's and is completely unaffected by such "tricks".
Tom's reaction was clearly more decisive than Voldemort's, who was still furious and wanted an answer. He immediately understood the situation: the person in front of him was undoubtedly his future self, the great dark king who intimidated the entire wizarding world and dared not call him by name.
He was initially a little flustered; no one understood better than him how terrifying he was after experiencing so much. But when he caught the wand Lockhart threw at him, a strange and powerful magic within him became at his command, and his panic instantly transformed into decisive killing intent. He immediately turned around and attacked Voldemort's hand that was extending with his mind-lightning.
With a flick of his wand, a terrifying flame, seemingly capable of incinerating everything, surged towards the hand, clinging to his snake tail.
Fiery Curse!
His extremely precise control made the raging fire seem to emerge from his tail, without harming him in the slightest!
"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, and the Fiery Blaze that rushed towards him instantly spewed out flames of serpents, which turned their heads and lunged at Tom.
Flames roared and instantly reduced Tom to ashes.
Ashes danced and scattered in the wind carried by the flames, yet quickly coalesced again in an instant not far away.
"Flight Charm?" Voldemort paused, finally confirming that the person with the snake tail was indeed himself. He roared furiously, "Giddyro! I need an explanation!"
He cursed, his voice sounding like waves crashing from an extremely distant place, one sound after another, as if he were approaching at an incredibly fast speed.
Flight Spell!
Old Voldemort is traversing the limitations of time and space, using the connection between himself and Little Tom as an anchor, forcibly trying to break through the barrier and arrive in front of him!
Lockhart finally couldn't watch the show anymore. The Carol family's fairy tale book he had obtained was indeed amazing and magical, but it wasn't that durable.
At the very least, they couldn't withstand Voldemort's spell attacks.
Magical creations, after all, have their limits.
It wouldn't be good if it got broken.
Then...
Let's go somewhere else!
He raised his wand and pointed it at the swirling vortex of time and space around him. Using his own memories as an anchor, he used Apparition to quickly race along the timeline.
Compared to his previous time-traveling adventures based on Bella's memories, this time he is following his own memories, which allows him to barely operate without the aid of a time converter.
The only problem is that he has to be careful that Old Voldemort and Little Tom don't mess up his memories.
Well, if that's really the case, then there's nothing we can do. He messed up Voldemort's past, and Voldemort messed up his past in return.
This is undoubtedly an extremely risky approach.
Lockhart was not afraid of taking risks at all; he just felt excited.
So he dragged Tom and quickly Apparated into the past, while Voldemort relentlessly pursued them.
bang~
Phantom teleportation to reach the destination.
Lockhart and Tom appeared on an island beside a vast ocean. A moment later, an arm covered in bandages tore through the curtain of sky and flew down toward them from high above.
A terrifying aura swept over them, the wide black wizard's robes and bandages swaying in the wind.
Voldemort slowly floated down, his gaze fixed on the familiar Tom Riddle. When he saw the snake tail below the other's waist, which carried a powerful life force, his expression turned serious.
"Giddy Lockhart!" Old Voldemort practically gritted his teeth as he muttered the name, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept it towards Lockhart beside him. "I've never felt such an urgent urge to kill someone!"
"Hehehe~~" Lockhart laughed, elegantly holding his wand and gently shaking it. "Come on, give it a try~"
That tone of voice!
That expression!
This magical property suddenly feels familiar!
Old Fu and Little Tang suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They stared in disbelief at the person in front of them who clearly looked like Lockhart, and suddenly felt—this was him too!
Yes!
Lockhart was now Voldemort!
It's a very interesting and subtle state.
The battlefield Lockhart chose for Voldemort and Tom Cruise was precisely the same timeline from when he captured Coban Yaxley and took Mary into the past to search for memories. (Chapter 154)
In this bizarre moment, he became Tom, and Tom became him.
He once asked Corban, the man he had sworn allegiance to, this question: "When my body is Riddle, my magic is Riddle, my blood is Riddle, even my brain, my thoughts, the bubbles that pop into my head, all belong to Riddle. Corban, tell me, am I not Riddle?"
The transformation is more complex, more mysterious, and more profound than compound decoctions; it involves not only the body but also the mind.
What's even more interesting is that Lockhart at this time has merged with a part of Tom's Guardian Angel power, and the terrifying feeling of "this is also me" that he brings makes Voldemort and Tom feel extremely frightened.
It's the kind of horror that comes from looking in a mirror and seeing your reflection moving on its own, not according to your wishes.
A creepy feeling involuntarily spread through my mind.
"You all go to hell!"
Little Tom was the first to be unable to bear the creepy feeling. He shouted angrily, brandished his wand, and suddenly crouched down, plunging the wand into the ground, shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
A vibrant green magical aura, like a flowing river, surged outwards from him in all directions. Empowered by powerful magic, this area-of-effect killing curse resembled a death tide erupting from hell.
"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, and the space around his body twisted rapidly. The emerald green sea of light rushed in, but twisted and bypassed his body, rising into the sky like a whirlwind.
In the past, it could only be said that I was too naive to use the Killing Curse to deal with him.
ridiculous!
His understanding of death, his comprehension of life's journey, and his profound understanding of his own existence are now incomparable to his younger self—the difference is immense!
On the other side, Lockhart stood there with a smile on his face, a bunch of black hair climbing up from the ground and intertwining to form a low wall, blocking the power of these killing curses from the outside.
The Boggart, despite its seemingly extreme weaknesses, is not afraid of the Killing Curse at all; it is even less effective against it than the Knockback Curse.
Lockhart and Voldemort were not the type to stand idly by; while defending, they wielded their wands and launched rapid counterattacks.
The difference is that while Old Voldemort was cursing Lockhart fiercely, he turned his attention to Little Tom, immediately unleashing a Killing Curse.
It's unclear whether it was because he knew his attack on Lockhart was ineffective, or whether he preferred to kill Tom, who threatened his uniqueness.
Compared to the scattered nature of the area-of-effect Killing Curse, his Killing Curse, like plasma, carried a terrifying paleness of life withering away, and the unique green light of the Killing Curse was no longer visible.
The immense energy contained within makes one feel as if they are about to suffocate just by looking at it.
Lockhart then took the opportunity to attack Voldemort. His attack methods were never focused on lethality, but rather on finding solutions based on characteristics. He used the Restoration Charm, targeting Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was possessed by Voldemort.
But at that moment, Old Fu slightly raised his left hand, and a silver shield appeared in front of him, accurately blocking the magic.
The shield possessed a terrifying suction force; the moment it struck, Lockhart felt compelled to continue unleashing his attacks on the shield, intensifying his magical output.
A stalemate is achieved by drawing the enemy into a magical contest of opposing forces, and then overwhelming them with sheer magical power.
This was Voldemort's strategy against Lockhart.
Lockhart had anticipated this move; he had learned this lesson the hard way before. In the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, he was unable to break free from the stalemate with Poe, and had to ask the forest for help, summoning Lady Motors to interrupt the situation.
He waved his wand rapidly, as if dancing, touching and releasing it in an instant, summoning dark clouds and thunder with a backhand.
Magic·Thunderstorm and Mountain Fire!
boom!
boom!
Two bolts of lightning struck Voldemort from different angles, and he moved swiftly, Apparating to evade Tom Cruise's sudden sneak attack.
boom!
He brandished his wand, channeling lightning to attack the two. After the lightning struck, fierce flames erupted, and serpentine fire monsters sprang forth, tearing at Voldemort.
His strategy remained unchanged: use the fire basilisk to distract Voldemort while trying to strike him with lightning.
In his recent research on Animagus, he discovered that one of the most important procedures, "waiting for a thunderstorm," is essentially a magical ritual that uses lightning to revive life.
He hoped to use this to stimulate the resurgence of Fenrir Greyback's will, causing it to clash with Voldemort's possessive will.
Although Tom Cruise's combat experience was not as extensive as Voldemort's, he was extremely clever in grasping the situation. After discovering that Lockhart was only attacking Voldemort, he chose to stop attacking Lockhart and instead target Voldemort.
As a result, Lao Fu's pressure increased sharply, and he began to show signs of decline.
"Fine! Fine! Fine!!!" he roared furiously, "Then you can all die!"
His body suddenly trembled violently, flickering like a bad television signal, and Tom and Lockhart's magical attacks all passed through the afterimage of his body.
Voldemort's body began to swell rapidly, his bandages and wizard's robes ripped apart, black wolf fur flew in the wind, and sharp claws emerged.
Werewolf!
In the wizarding world, werewolves are generally looked down upon. Although they fear the infection from wolf venom, dealing with these monsters, who can only attack with claws and teeth, is not difficult; they are much easier to deal with than dragons.
But that depends on who's using it.
The unique magical bloodline of Wolfsbane took on a different form in Voldemort's hands.
Dark green, highly toxic substances emanated from his body like mist, rapidly spreading behind him and transforming into a gigantic werewolf phantom that blotted out the sky, its scarlet eyes gazing down at the earth.
Meanwhile, Lao Fu himself rapidly transformed into a three-meter-tall werewolf, undergoing another transformation. His golden fur shimmered with a unique platinum-gold radiance, and he was surrounded by a dark green, highly poisonous mist.
Magic resistance, an attribute that was once missing from Lockhart's understanding, appeared before him in such a direct form for the first time.
Lightning, Fiery Blaze, control magic, offensive magic, and even the Killing Curse—all these attacks, when they hit the werewolf, only enraged it, making it roar even more ferocious; they had absolutely no effect.
"Awoo~~~~"
The werewolf roared, and the huge, venomous phantom behind it devoured the lightning-streaked clouds in the sky in an instant, like a wolf swallowing the sun, and a terrifying aura spread out.
It was a deep, heartfelt heaviness.
This heavy weight affected their bodies. The suppression of life force, achieved by incorporating a large amount of magic at the core of the Killing Curse, caused Tom and Lockhart to stumble and fall to the ground, their faces pale and their skin beginning to turn red, as if they were about to be crushed by this power at any moment.
This heaviness also affects the soul; all the memories of the unbearable weight of life clamor wildly in the mind, eroding one's will.
"Ah~~~"
Tom let out a painful cry and suddenly exploded, as if he was about to be completely destroyed by this move.
Yes, Old Voldemort's move was specifically aimed at Tom. He knew all too well what Tom's biggest weakness was when he was young, and he knew what methods to use to defeat him.
Fortunately, Lockhart intervened in time.
"Mind manifests!"
"The Flame of Life!"
He waved his wand rapidly at Tom, "Restore to human form!"
Three powerful spells in quick succession: those taught by Grindelwald, those learned from Voldemort's magic notes, and those acquired during his own magical adventures; the spells were cast swiftly and precisely, seizing the opportune moment.
In an instant, Tom reformed from the viscous spray that had exploded, but when it was halfway reformed, it broke free from Lockhart's guidance and began to transform rapidly.
Finally, Tom reappeared, but had transformed into a gigantic basilisk. His massive form coiled around Voldemort, coldly staring down at him, flicking his tongue. "You're old. I am the future!"
"You are merely the past, the past that exists only in our memories!" Voldemort sneered, his massive wolf jaws opening and closing. "If it weren't for this disgusting creature who manipulates memories and time, you would forever remain a mere bubble, a powerless, struggling illusion!"
As they spoke, the wolf and the snake monster turned their heads at the same time, looking down at Lockhart, who looked like an ant in their eyes.
The enormous figure blocked out the light from the sky, casting huge shadows that pressed down on Lockhart.
Lockhart looked up at the two of them, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How was it? Fun, huh?"
"!!!"
"!!!"
(End of this chapter)