Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 272: Forcing the king to reincarnate

()"...That's it."

The real scene of the audio-visual conference, above the round open-air venue with no empty seats, the dark gray clouds and fog have completely dissipated.

I don't know why, but there is still no star in the sky.

It's dark clouds! The thick cloud cover came over at some point, covering all moonlight and starlight tightly, without a trace of it coming through.

In the depths of the clouds, occasionally a faint blue lightning snaked past, and the scene was full of momentum.

The chests of all the audience seemed to be held down by heavy objects, and even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded, as if it was floating from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the person.

But there is no doubt that someone... is coming!

"Um..."

In a corner of the auditorium, Harry suddenly felt a throb of lightning scars on his forehead. It has been a long time since he practiced Occlumency based on the notes Maca gave him.

"Harry, what's the matter?"

The friend beside him was caring about him, but he just shook his head in confusion.

"...Gidro Lockhart? Interesting..."

The voice rang in everyone's ears again, dark and weird. After experiencing the "audiovisual conference" just now, most of the audience immediately thought of someone.

Someone who can't even be mentioned by name.

At this moment, everyone is tense, everyone is constantly whispering, the anxiety in their hearts will turn into action, and they will escape from this crowded venue.

To be nervous and uneasy, Lockhart, who is standing in the center of the stage, definitely bears the brunt, especially after being called out by "that person" himself.

But...

"...So what?"

Lockhart is no longer the Lockhart he used to be. In the past few years, he has experienced a lot. Especially this time, how much preparation did he make to stand here today and stand on this stage with all the attention?

Maybe he doesn't have great strength yet, maybe all of this is bluffing. But Guidro Lockhart, who is today's protagonist, is an indisputable fact.

It was McLean who gave him the opportunity to gain this coveted popularity. But this kind of popularity can't be gained by just talking, he also needs to work hard!

Everyone has a life direction that suits them best, and his direction is acting!

In the years after Hogwarts resigned, he was on the set of Muggle World, looking for himself in the camera and set stage; and today, Maca gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of this life Above, in this way, he only performed his own interpretation.

Who said that a liar does not need courage? In this world, what liar dared to deceive the Dark Lord? Deceive the entire magic world?

"...Voldemort...no, Tom Riddle!" Lockhart pressed his trembling hands in his sleeves and imposed an amplification spell on himself, "Whether it is you in the diary or now This you is just an ordinary wizard who has distorted the heart..."

——come calm! Be calm! Today’s stage is my home court!

"Mr. Riddle," he sighed softly, "Do you know what you lack the most?"

"What you lack-is ‘love’!"

——Ahhhhhhhhhh! It's dying, it's hard to say such a hypocritical line even if it's such a thick-skinned me! This script by McLean is really embarrassing...

"Huh!"

With a vague and cold snort, a large amount of black air suddenly appeared out of thin air around the stage, lingering and spinning, and quickly converged not far in front of Lockhart.

When the black air gathered together like a whirlpool, Voldemort stepped out of it, bringing up strands of black flowing clouds.

"'Love'?" His expression didn't look so good, and the lines that Maca carefully arranged obviously hit his sore spot, "That old man Dumbledore said so, so do you …'Love'? What the **** is'love'?'Love'...Can you get out of here alive!"

Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly, the fierce flames in his eyes did not hide at all, the terrifying aura of the long-term study of black magic spread out invisibly, causing the audience to have a heart. Thought: If you move, you will really die!

——Yes! Get angry! Get angry! That guy McLean is terrible, everything is in his calculations! But... is it okay next?

"Mr. Riddle, what you did is too extreme. You hurt a lot of innocent people for your own desire..."

Lockhart's heart was as turbulent as the sea in a storm—he was so guilty that he wanted to scold his mother, but on the surface he still maintained a calm and calm expression.

"To be honest, I really want to destroy you simply, just like I destroyed your remnant soul in the secret room of Slytherin..."

At the moment Lockhart is simply speaking out. Even if the vast majority of people have a good impression of him, but in terms of the true strength of the two...

If anyone has the qualifications to say this to Voldemort, there can be no one other than Dumbledore-here, almost everyone thinks so.

Kolohart's lines continue.

"...I believe you also understand that there are many ways to destroy a person. I have to say...just taking your life will no longer satisfy me."

Speaking of this, Lockhart gritted his teeth secretly and took a steady step forward. It’s as if he didn’t put the Voldemort in front of him in his eyes at all...

"Boom--"

In the clouds, another lightning strikes the night sky just right, making the atmosphere in the field even heavier.

This familiar words, this familiar behavior made Voldemort almost think that Dumbledore was standing opposite him.

That day! That night facing Dumbledore! Dumbledore said something similar!

"Then go to the world of the dead to find satisfaction!"

When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't help it!

He didn't even pull out his wand, but slammed his feet, turning into a black flame and rushing straight toward Lockhart.

——This is the moment! The first blow and the final blow! Only this time! Is McLean's preparation okay? Be sure to succeed!

The third step! At the moment Voldemort rushed towards Lockhart, Lockhart did not retreat but moved forward, gritted his teeth and took his third step fiercely!

At the moment Voldemort turned into a black flame and Lockhart was only half a step away, a soft blue light burst out on the stage!

At the same time, clear and identifiable lines spread under Lockhart's feet, covering the entire stage surface in an instant. Numerous mysterious and incomprehensible symbols floated up, turning and rising in the faint blue sea of ​​brilliance, revealing an intoxicating beauty.

In this second, the black flame around Voldemort suddenly dissipated, revealing the real body under the black flame;

In the next second, Lockhart raised his leg against Voldemort, who was rushing straight from the inertia, a forward kick in everyone’s expressions of astonishment, bringing Voldemort’s face to zero distance from the soles of his boots. contact.

In the next second, the blue light on the stage completely dissipated, Lockhart would stand still after a few steps back, but Voldemort lay directly in the center of the stage.

"Oh—"

The audience froze for a moment, then shouted excitedly. But they just yelled for a while, and then they were silent as if they were caught by their necks.

This is just because, Voldemort, who was lying on the stage, burst out black flames that were even more violent than before, and the beating black energy swayed continuously on the stage without any wind.

"Good! Very good!"

Voldemort, who was entangled in black flames, slowly climbed up, his voice deformed because of his extreme anger. One can imagine how violent the next attack will be.

"...Unexpectedly, there are so many powerful wizards in this world." He growled hoarsely, "Very good! It's great!"

Shame! Today, Voldemort felt an unprecedented humiliation! His great Dark Lord would be trampled on his face by the soles of his shoes!

First, he was killed by a death curse by a baby who was still in its infancy, and then he was taken away by a child of the Philosopher’s Stone. Not long ago, he was smashed into his house by a hidden descendant of the ancient family. !

And today, he was rubbed his handsome face with the sole of the **** in front of him!

The Dark Lord is out of anger, and he absolutely wants to let this reckless fellow experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that those who dare to resist his Dark Lord have a dead end!

However, on the other side, Lockhart stood on the spot with his "charming" face strained, the sweat oozing from his palms made him unable to clenched his fists.

—Is McLean not coming yet? To die to die to die, you will really die before I show up! Not coming out yet? I will run away if I don't come out!

That's right in my mind~IndoMTL.com~ But on the surface, he can't do that. Not to mention whether he can escape or not, even if there is a way to evacuate, can he escape?

The liar of the liar deceives others, but he binds him! As long as he wants to be this "hero", he has to stand firmly on this stage and dance on the tip of a knife.

Moved! Voldemort has moved!

I saw him raise his hand, and the endless black flame swept toward Lockhart like a tsunami, turning into a black flame giant in mid-air, opening a snake kiss and rushing toward him with amazing aura Overhead.

The rune pattern just now dispelled all the magic power in the field. Voldemort could recover in an instant, but Lockhart couldn't!

Even if he wanted to struggle to the death, he couldn't do it at the moment!

At this moment, Lockhart stood with his chest folded, and the gust of wind blowing on his face fluttered the stardust on his wizard's robe, sprinkling a bright star on the stage.

——If you blow it out by yourself, you have to pretend to die!