Chapter 346: out of control

However, he eventually learned of a secret anecdote, and the invincible old wand tickled him.
The manuscript left by Grigović let him know the origin and whereabouts of the legendary invincible wand.
Since it is invincible, even if there is the restraint of the wand, then the wand must be at the top of all materials. To restrain it, it must be that it restrains another wand.
Otherwise, what is invincible?
And now, he got his wish, the wand was in his hand, and his biggest enemy was also dead.
Voldemort snorted coldly at this moment, and a chill from the bottom of his heart made everyone present tremble unconsciously.
His ugly face looked around.
"I found you." He whispered like a snake.
Trelawney hiding behind the crowd was locked by Voldemort.
He felt his luck was really good.
The savior's luck should be used up.
It's time for him to run.
Now, he can hear the complete prophecy, and then solve Harry Potter, the entire wizarding world, there is no longer able to threaten his existence.
"Come on, tell me the complete prophecy, the abominable prophecy that once cost me everything."
Voldemort induced to say.
Trelawney's eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, like a puppet controlled by chant.
She began to open her mouth and utter her voice in a tone without emotion.
Echoed in the large empty room.
"The man with the energy to conquer the black devil came closer to being born in a family who had defeated the black devil three times... Born at the end of the seventh month, the black devil marked him as a rival, but he didn't understand that he has the black devil Energy... one must die in the other hand, because both cannot live, only one survives... The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Devil will be born at the end of the seventh month..."
Voldemort's magical power of passing thought easily penetrated Trelawney's thick lenses, and her numbness began to obey.
In a trance, neither Flitwick nor Professor McGonagall blocked Voldemort's magic.
Their current thinking is also in an extremely chaotic state.
Even if they came, they didn't work. They couldn't intervene. Voldemort's attack on Dumbledore was like an antelope hanging from a horn, nowhere to be found.
"There seems to be nothing." Voldemort smiled casually.
Then he squeezed the old wand in his hand.
This is power, this is authority, this is supreme pleasure and satisfaction.
"You are despicable and shameless, the only person you fear is dead, are you proud?"
Trelawney's empty eyes suddenly regained his vigour at that moment, and scolded sharply.
Voldemort seems to have been stabbed in the aching foot. As usual, if he encounters someone who dares to offend him, he may be lucky, or he may die immediately, otherwise he will die in endless torture.
But today, he didn't do it.
Not knowing the reason, he wanted to continue listening.
"Whichever, noble man, ugly death, you mean me in your mouth, and now you are getting good, enjoying the fruits of victory." He laughed with a snake hissing voice and said proudly.
"Ugly is disgusting." Trelawney said disdainfully, and then his expression fell into a frenzy.
Voldemort's brows were wrinkled. At this time, the woman told him all the prophecies at that time, but he was not satisfied.
"Then I tell you one thing." Terni Lawni's voice suddenly fell into a terrifying hollow, his eyes focused in front of the void, as if the ghost of Dumbledore was in front. She talked.
Not the kind of walking dead being manipulated by people, but the extreme aberration of emotions.
"That prediction is invalid."
"Harry Potter, you won't have any contact with you anymore. You are right. He is just a good luck kid, not a savior."
"Your so-called career will reach its peak."
Every time Trelawney said a word, the people present were ugly and pale.
Sirius's wands even stood upright, aiming at Trelawney. What she said now was like what Death Eaters said.
"Dumbledore is dead, no one can beat you." Trelawney screamed loudly, falling into a frantic state, but let Voldemort feel more and more uneasy.
His instinct tells him that he can't let this woman talk anymore
"Except for yourself." The middle-aged woman finally uttered this sentence slowly.
"Ridiculous!" The nagging, once ruined his hegemony to the old woman once, this time has successfully angered him.
"Awada Suo Ming!" He raised his wand decisively, and a strange green light shot from the old wand he seized, rushing towards Trelawney.
This woman has no use value till now.
Keeping her life, just making people angry
Voldemort felt the more surging power provided by the wand, which was more powerful, violent, and mysterious than his purple shirt wand.
That symbolizes the magic spell, and his own display is so handy
Trelawney closed her eyes again at this time, losing consciousness and unable to resist.
Of course, they were unable to resist.
Many wizards are so fragile in the face of the Unforgivable Curse, and if they are not careful, they will die.
At this moment, the dazzling crystal chandelier at the top of the ceiling suddenly fell, and the dense crystal blocks suddenly gathered to form a shiny square shield, with sharp edges and corners, which seemed like a greasy weapon.
Suddenly blocked in front of Trelawney, there was a muffled sound, flicking a curse symbolizing death, hitting a golden fountain on the side, the out-of-control water flow began to spray, and the house was filled with mist for a time. Everyone's eyes are foggy.
"Who interfered with my duel?" Grindelwald asked somberly.
"It looks like you, you destroyed a fair duel, Voldemort." Grindelwald's figure suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.
"A sense of pedantic integrity, I can't think of it. Grindelwald, a continent in the European continent a few decades ago, the former Demon King, was actually stuck to this kind of rules."
"It's better to say, should you thank me? I solved the hateful opponent who held you for decades?"
"Then the wand should be my spoils, or should return to the original owner." Grindelwald said coldly.
"The Supreme Wand is, of course, a capable person qualified to have it." Voldemort said disdainfully, at the same time with Grindelwald and the snake.
He doesn't want to fight Grindelwald now, and the new wand starts, he still needs some time to adapt.
Strong, not necessarily suitable, at least temporarily.
"Our goals are similar, why can't we join forces?" Voldemort said.
"Put up your ridiculous set of bewitching techniques." The wand in Grindelwald's hands is constantly waving ~EbookFREE.me~ Dazzling, dim, obscure, swift, and chaotic symbolism of the spell The ray of light emanated from the tip of the wand.
Then Voldemort resisted and disappeared invisible.
But Voldemort was shocked to find that the wand in his hand actually began to tremble again, disobeying his orders.
This is the second time Voldemort has encountered that his wand resists his orders.
For the first time, it can be said to be the so-called magic wand, because the fear of the magic wand did not dare to fight each other.
But now, he is holding an invincible old wand in his hand. If it is restrained, other wands should be restrained by it. Why is this happening now?
"You are lucky today." Voldemort said coldly, he was not going to fight today.
After only a few seconds of hesitation, Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and the whole world immediately became hot, and the room suddenly became a sea of ​​fiery fire, and then the whole figure of the man gradually disappeared into the void and disappeared in the flashing flame.