Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 345: Sneak attack

The red flame disappeared in the hall, and the black flame was summoned from the void again, with the same form as a normal flame, but without heat.

A faint black-red light was shining.

"Furious!" Professor McGonagall took a breath, and when she was shocked, the scene changed again.

The cold air in the air began to condense, and light blue ice air appeared at this time, and then hit the strange flames.

It is said that the fierce fire that cannot be extinguished by conventional methods is now imprisoned in a thick layer of ice. The ice is melting rapidly, but there is a life-like covering growing.

Fire, frost, strong wind, clear water, metal, deformation, space migration, all magic that can be used is alternately presented in the hands of two people

The duel, which symbolizes the highest level of the magical world, is displayed in the eyes of everyone. Perhaps a few decades ago, the duel that determined the future of the wizarding world was the same as today.

Can't help but make people fascinated.

Harry looked at the duel in front of him worriedly, not knowing how to remind Dumbledore that the people they were there now had no way to intervene or stop the duel.

"His." Harry took a sudden breath, covering his forehead with his hands.

No one noticed him.

Harry felt that at this time, his scars suddenly exploded, and the unimaginable pain, if you want to describe it, was a sharp blade inserted into his chest, plunged into his heart, and cut hard. With.

Fortunately, the pain that life could not bear lasted only for a moment, and it faded quickly as the tide faded.

Then he discovered a fact.

He is blind.

No, it was his illusion to be blind, and he could still see everything in front of him.

It's just that the information received by the eyes is no longer colorful, no longer colorful.

Only the black and white world is left.

Not far away, the interactive or gorgeous, or primitive magic, collided, those sharp wind blades and the rising flames joined together, collapsed, overflowing, in his eyes, he could see All the surge of magical energy, all the fancy and non-fancy spells seem to be broken down into tiny tiny particles.

Following the wizard's control, they gathered at will, and then scattered.

That is the origin of everything.

Harry seems to have some understanding of why Dumbledore is so powerful. This is because of a very high level of understanding of magic.

It's like a hand to everything.

Then he suddenly realized why he suddenly possessed such a powerful ability.

The feeling that everything is in control makes him swell, and he feels as if he is in charge of everything.

A crazy killing intent rose from his heart.

Harry subconsciously noticed that it was wrong, but there was no way to suppress it.

This is not a spiritual invasion by Voldemort.

The trajectory of the two apparitions was reflected in his green eyes.

As a pure observer, this gives him enough energy to speculate.

Go to predict.

Harry raised his wand in horror.

Slow, very light, he aimed at a clearing, which was Dumbledore's next foothold as he guessed.

At this time, Harry realized that his arm was no longer under his control.

"Ah..." He began to chant the extremely evil spell symbolizing death

"No, no!" Harry cried out inwardly.

But the bytes of the spell still slowly popped out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"Except your weapons!"

Ha used the greatest strength of his life to finally deflect the wand, and the spell was changed to a disarming spell at the last minute.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the ray of light from the tip of his wand with his own eyes. It swiftly launched, hitting the chest of the horseman who was fighting with the dwarf, and made a peculiar clank of metal impact.

Just as he relaxed, he found that his eyesight had recovered, and the scene presented before him suddenly returned to color.

Harry hurriedly looked back, looked at the direction he had predicted just now, and found that there was nothing there.

But the light from the corner of his eye caught Harry's heart, and his stomach began to churn.

Dumbledore didn't know when he was hit, his old body began to fall, and his long silver beard stood upright in the opposing air currents.

The white robe rattled.

From this angle, they couldn't see the old man's expression, they could only see Dumbledore's hands hanging weakly.

I don’t know where the wand in my hand is going.

Did he get hit by Grindelwald's spell?

Harry wanted to rush over, her sleeves were pulled tightly by Hermione behind her again, tears filled her eyes, her lip was bitten, and she shook her head at Harry.

Below him is the death hall that has been opened up.

The curtain that symbolizes the interval between life and death is quietly waiting for a living person to leave this world.

Fox let out a clear moan, and the golden firebird flew out of the wide cuff when Dumbledore's body was about to be completely swallowed up by the curtain.

The wise bird, who has been hiding in Dumbledore's body just now, has not played the role he should have.

In the most critical moment, abandoned its owner.

Maybe it can't be said to be abandonment, it's just being a creature, using his instinct to survive.

Finally, the old man's body fell into the shabby curtain hanging on the arch without resistance.

The drapery fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had blown just now, and then returned to its former appearance.

Everyone was stunned, they looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

This change is so abrupt.

So that almost everyone lost the ability to think.

The two legions that were equally well-matched just now lost control of their masters, and one of them instantly wilted and was slaughtered by cutting melons and vegetables.

The goblin wielded a huge hard hammer, thumping his enemy violently, and stepped on it with strong legs.

This time--

The golden horseman couldn't pick up his head that fell on the ground anymore, and then settled back.

Suddenly bursts of oozing and hoarse laughter spread throughout the room.

Voldemort!

The figure of the man first appeared in a translucent state, and then gradually condensed into a solid body in mid-air, playing with the wand just taken from Dumbledore in his hand~IndoMTL.com~Mr. Potter, the savior, looks like , Or my disarming curse is more powerful. "Voldemort touched his trophy with his slender and pale fingers with satisfaction, and was immersed in the comfort of his hand.

Dumbledore was hit by Voldemort's disarming curse, and the latter did not use his best death curse this time, for other reasons.

For the old wand.

But now it looks like you can kill two birds with one stone.

"The elderberry of the **** of death, the symbol of invincibility." He murmured.

He is still at a loss for wand restraint.

After going to Durmstrang to kill Karkaroff and venting his anger, he ransacked the library there in an attempt to find evidence of wand restraint and how to crack it.

Nothing.

Rather, it would be really weird if he found it.