Chapter 272: Resurrection

() "... That's it."
The real scene of the audio-visual conference, the dark gray clouds and fog had completely dissipated over the empty open-air venue.
I don't know why, but there is still no star in the sky.
It's dark clouds! The thick clouds did not know when it came over, covering up all the moonlight and starlight strictly, and could not penetrate at all.
Deep in the clouds, there was occasionally a faint blue lightning meandering through the scene, and the scene was like a momentum of mountain rain.
All the audience ’s chests seemed to be held down by heavy objects, making breathing harder.
Just then, an eerie voice suddenly sounded, as if it came from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the coming person.
But there is no doubt that anyone ... is here!
"Well……"
Somewhere in the auditorium, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing lightning bolt on his forehead. It has been a long time since he practiced "brain closure" following the notes Maca gave him.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
The friend next to him cared for him, but he just shook his head in confusion.
"... Gidro Lockhart? Interesting ..."
The voice rang again in the ears of everyone, gloomy and weird. After the "audiovisual conference" just now, most of the audience immediately thought of someone.
Someone whose name cannot be mentioned.
At this moment, everyone was nervous, and everyone kept whispering. The uneasiness in their hearts would turn into action and escape from this crowded field.
But to be nervous and upset, Lockhart, who is standing in the center of the stage, is definitely the first to bear it, especially after being named by "that person" himself.
but……
"……So what?"
Lockhart is not the same Lockhart that he used to be. He has also experienced a lot in the past few years. Especially this time, how much preparation did he make to stand here today and stand on the stage with much attention?
Maybe he doesn't have great strength yet, maybe it's all a bluff. But Gidro Lockhart is the protagonist today, but this is an indisputable fact.
It was McLean who gave him the opportunity to gain the coveted popularity. But this kind of popularity can't be achieved by just talking, he also needs to work hard!
Everyone has a life direction that suits them best, and his direction is acting!
During the years after Hogwarts resigned, he was looking for himself in the Muggle World Mixed Studios, camera and set; today, Maca gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of this life, He performed this interpretation only in this way.
Who says that crooks don't need courage? In this world, which other liar dares to deceive the Dark Lord? Deceive the entire magic world?
"... Voldemort ... No, Tom Riddle!" Lockhart squeezed his trembling hands in his sleeve, and cast an amplifying spell on himself. "Whether it's you in the diary or now you Is nothing more than an ordinary wizard who twists his heart ... "
-Calm! Be calm! Today's stage is my home field!
"Mr. Riddle," he sighed softly. "Do you know what you lack most?"
"What you lack-it's 'love'!"
--Ah ah ah ah ah! It ’s going to die. Even cheeky like me, it ’s hard to say such sentimental lines! This McLean script is so embarrassing ...
"Humph!"
With a murmur of cold humming, a large amount of black gas was suddenly generated around the stage, lingering and spinning, and quickly gathered not far from Lockhart.
When the black gas gathered together like a vortex, Voldemort stepped out of it, bringing up a stream of black flowing clouds.
"'Love'?" His expression didn't look so good, and the lines of Maca's carefully chopped lines clearly poke his pain. "The old man of Dumbledore said so, so do you ..." Love '?' Love 'What the is that?' Love '... can you leave here alive! "
Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly, and the fierce flames in his eyes did not conceal it at all. The horror field that studied black magic for a long time indifferently spread out, making the audience ’s hearts have an idea: One click, it really will die!
--Correct! Get angry! Get angry! That guy McLean is terrible, everything is in his calculations! But ... okay next?
"Mr. Riddle, your actions are too extreme. You hurt a lot of innocent people for your own desires ..."
Lockhart's heart was as turbulent as the sea in the 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 want to destroy you just like this, just like I destroyed your remnant in Slytherin's back room ..."
Lockhart at this moment was simply outspoken. Even though most people have a good opinion of him, in terms of their true strengths ...
If anyone has the right to say this to Voldemort, there can be no one else except Dumbledore-here, almost everyone, thinks so.
Crohat's lines continued.
"... I believe you also understand that there are many ways to destroy someone. I have to say ... just taking your life will no longer satisfy me."
Having said that, Lockhart secretly gritted his teeth and took a steady step forward. It's as if he didn't put Voldemort in front of him at all ...
"Boom--"
In the clouds, another lightning just cut through the night sky, making the atmosphere more heavy.
This seemingly acquaintance, this seemingly acquaintance, made Voldemort almost think that Dumbledore was standing opposite him.
That day! That night facing Dumbledore! Dumbledore said something similar!
"Then go to the dead's world to find satisfaction!"
When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't hold back!
He didn't even pull out his wand, but stepped under his foot suddenly, and turned into a ball of black flames and rushed straight towards Lockhart.
This moment! The first and last blow! Only this time! Is McLean's preparation okay? But be successful!
third step! At the moment Voldemort slammed into Lockhart, Lockhart stepped forward, clenching his teeth and taking his third step fiercely!
At the moment when Voldemort's black flame and Lockhart were only half a step away, a soft faint blue light burst out on the stage!
At the same time, clear and recognizable lines spread under Lockhart's feet, covering the entire stage surface in an instant. Countless mysterious and mysterious symbols floated up and flipped up and down in the blue glorious ocean, showing an intoxicating beauty.
This second, the black flame of Voldemort's body suddenly dissipated, revealing the true body under the black flame;
The next second, Lockhart lifted his legs against Voldemort who came straight because of inertia in everyone's shocked expression, and let Voldemort's face come in close contact with the bottom of his boots.
The next second, the faint blue light on the stage completely dissipated. Lockhart took a few steps before he would stand firmly, but Voldemort lay directly on the center of the stage.
"Oh--"
The audience paused for a moment, then roared with excitement. But after just uttering a few words, they seemed to be choked by their necks and they were silent.
This is just because Voldemort lying on the stage burst into a black flame that was more violent than before, and those beating black gas without wind automatically swayed continuously on the stage.
"good very good!"
Voldemort, entangled in black flames, slowly climbed up, his voice even deformed by extreme anger. One can imagine how violent the next attack will be.
"... Unexpectedly, there are so many powerful wizards in this world." He growled in a hoarse voice, "Very good! It's great!"
shame! Today Voldemort feels an unprecedented shame! His great Dark Devil would be stomped on his face by an unknown little soldier!
First he was killed by a still-baby baby, and then he was taken away by a child. He was also smashed into his house by a hermit from an ancient family.
Today, he was actually rubbed his handsome face with the sole of the bastard!
The Dark Lord is out of anger. He definitely wants this guy who knows nothing about life to experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that there is only one way to go for those who dare to resist his Dark Lord!
However, on the other side, Lockhart was standing still with his "charismatic" face stretched, and the sweat leaking from the palm of his hand prevented him from clenching his fists.
McLean is not here yet? To die, to die, you really have to die before you even appear! Not out yet? I'll run away if I don't come out again!
That's right in my heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ But on the surface, he can't do it. Not to mention he can't escape, even if there is a way to evacuate, can he escape?
The liar's lies deceive others, but he is bound by himself! As long as he still wants to be the "hero", he has to stand firmly on the stage and dance on the tip of the knife.
Moved! Voldemort moved!
I saw him raise his hand, and the endless black flames swept towards Lockhart like a tsunami, turning into a black flame snake in mid-air, and spreading his snake kiss to his head with a striking momentum.
The rune map just dispelled all the magic in the field. Voldemort can recover in an instant, but he Lockhart can't!
Even if he wanted to fight hard, he couldn't do it at this moment!
At that moment, Lockhart stood with his chest in his arms, and the rushing wind blowing the star dust on his wizard's robe fluttered a bright starlight.
The blow that blows out by oneself, still have to pretend to die!