Chapter 1720: ? 3 years apprenticeship
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The Death Knell
- Chaos Art Troupe
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- 2021-01-31 01:06:47
Latest website: I don’t know how long it is until dawn, but dense rain occupies almost every inch of the sky. These bright silver threads stitch together the sky and the earth, and the horizon in the distance is almost completely invisible.
Voldemort held his wand tightly, and his followers were all gone except that Pettigrew turned into a rat and buggered.
They were either killed by the leaking Dark Lord with anger, or dragged into the darkness by the undead, where their whereabouts are unknown, but now the situation is that Voldemort has become a lonely man.
The rain dilutes the blood on the ground, and the trickle flows from the stone steps of the luxurious mausoleum into the grass along the gaps, and the soil under the grass seems to become darker.
Voldemort leaned exhaustedly on the porch column of the tomb on the side, breathing non-stop, but he inhaled from above, and his face was even whiter than before.
The cramps in the abdomen came like tides, and the cold surroundings amplified this feeling. The chill seemed to penetrate his new body from the pores, then toss around, and finally penetrate into the stomach.
"puff!"
"Puff!"
"Bah~~pop!"
Similar sounds sounded continuously, and the movement behind him was like setting off firecrackers, and the black robe was like the tide ebb and flow without wind.
But the absence of his subordinates also brings another benefit, that is, Voldemort can finally release himself unscrupulously. At this time, his face is full of intoxication, and he relaxes completely.
In fact, it is not. He just has a stomachache and trance, and water splashes have really burst out of the gas just now...
He didn't dare to speak loudly, nor did he dare to move, otherwise he doubted whether his intestines would come out. It hardly needs to think about it, but the biological instinct told him so.
"Voldemort!"
The gasping Dark Lord heard someone calling his name directly, he turned his head hard, and saw a human-shaped luminous body approaching him.
It's so dazzling, it seems that only that is the only light source in the dark. Everything in the surrounding cemetery is shrouded in colorful light, becoming hazy and fuzzy, even the rain is like a tulle, revealing a faint Psychedelic light.
What kind of creature? Angel?
As a half Muggle, even though he hated everything about Muggles, he still had some contact with Muggles’ beliefs, the ridiculous God during his orphanage.
Like Santa Claus, it's all fake, everyone is lying to him, and he hates the world.
Voldemort's mind was blank. His tolerance for pain was actually not strong. His willpower was extremely weak because of splitting the Horcrux many times. Where can people with devastated souls have any willpower?
But he probably guessed it. The other party definitely didn't come to take him to some Muggle heaven, but wanted him to die.
He shook his body and stood up with the stone pillar beside him. In the rainy night, there was a layer of greasy moisture on the stone, which made him stagger.
"I don't know you, but you are the one who came to take my life?" Voldemort couldn't look directly at the figure. His eyes couldn't bear the brilliance, but he still blocked his eyes with one hand while the other. Raised the magic wand: "I didn't expect I would die in such a ghost place, but I will be back someday!"
"I can't come back." The other party replied with a nice voice. It was a young girl's voice, and there were even traces of adolescent voice change: "Your Horcrux was destroyed by me. This time it's a farewell. "
Voldemort's hands trembled, and some things in his body were tightly clamped. He couldn't allow himself to have diarrhea when talking to the enemy!
But he failed. With the sound of the air and water mixture flowing like when the bathtub was discharged to the end, his feet suddenly became wet.
He could see the vague white shadow as if it had taken a few steps back, and his dim face was full of disgusting expressions, and this made Voldemort angry.
"Ava..."
"boom!"
A sound comparable to thunder rang at close range, and Voldemort felt his abdomen heaved suddenly, and his whole body rose into the air uncontrollably and fell onto the stone steps.
A lot of blood flowed everywhere along with internal organ fragments, and he was defeated before he knew what was happening.
"Ahem...what kind of magic is this?"
The diarrhea problem was solved, but Voldemort had no chance to use the healing spell. Just as he fell, the opponent had used the combination of the disarming spell and the flying curse, and instantly took away his weapon.
He could see the strong light approaching, the sound of mechanical loading and bullet shells falling and bouncing on the slate, and of course he got an answer.
"AA12 automatic shotgun, good night."
As the fire shone, Voldemort turned into a headless corpse, splashing a large swath of red and white.
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"The fighting time is a bit short. Are you sure this is the best victim in the world? Why are you so intolerant?"
Ambush Worm was interviewing a guest commentator on the sidelines, which was the death knell.
Hermione’s performance was pretty good, but the victim was not up for it. In the Ambush Worm’s perception, if his head was knocked out, he should be able to grow back. The kind of victim who continued to fight was considered qualified.
For example, why can't you die on the Day of Doom, or come back to life like Darkside?
"I have laid out for several years, and I have abolished several lives of the victim to have today's effect. Looking back, I will give you the material to make a documentary... Besides, if my apprentice is anything like this Entangling endlessly, where do I put my face?"
Su Ming answered questions indifferently to the camera. Of course, he knew that if Voldemort was placed in DC or Phelan, it would not count as anything. There are people in the'Gotham Talent Market' and the'Deep Water City Nightclub' that can cure him.
But as the opponent of the apprentice, "No Nose" is already a good opponent. If Damian is traded for him, he will not necessarily be as good as Hermione. It is only worthy of comparison between peers.
Ambusher smiled and nodded, he let the camera drone give himself a close-up again, and went to interview the liches again after a few nonsense.
Su Ming walked towards Hermione in the field. She seemed to be staring at Voldemort's corpse at this moment, and she had been in the rain.
"What are you thinking?"
"I wonder if I am really stronger than Voldemort?"
Hermione was not struggling with murder, but Voldemort was so easy to die, she had an unreal feeling.
Didn’t the British magical world say how and how terrifying Voldemort is? Why is it so? It's about the same level as the troll, and it's dead with two shots.
Su Ming touched her head and handed her a chocolate frog:
"We only targeted him for his weaknesses and targeted them for several years. Today, we focused on the strong and set up traps, and it is only natural to defeat him. If you really let him shoot at you in a heyday, he will beat you. For a big part, even Grindelwald is not necessarily his opponent."
Hermione was still emotional, but the cold water turned her back into a dead fish eye:
"Well, you don't know how to praise me, just say so realistic things..."
"Isn't the fact right in front of you? He is dead, you are alive, what more do you use me to say?" Su Ming smiled and pressed her head, and took her away from the corpse. Naturally, liches came to retrieve the experimental materials: "I can't be with you forever. In the future, you will have to use your own eyes to distinguish the truth from its deep-seated things."
The little girl was silent, and she pursed her lips: "Are you going to leave? Although I vaguely guessed that you may not belong to this world, it was confirmed today, but I never thought of separating so soon, I can't bear you. "
The atmosphere was a bit sad, and the heavy rain made the separation even more miserable. Thinking back to the professor's goodness, Hermione felt that she was about to cry~EbookFREE.me~ However...
"What do you think? Graduating from Hogwarts is just equivalent to graduating from junior high school. Next, I will arrange high school and university for you, masters and doctors."
The professor rubbed her head and showed a dark smile:
"Furthermore, there are rules in all walks of life. As a master, we must pay attention to a'three-year apprenticeship, ten thousand years of service'. It is not that easy for me to get rid of the teacher. Even if you completely become a teacher in the future, you have to give it to me. For work, I don’t have a penny of salary, but all meals, clothing, housing and transportation are covered. The education program is 13 years in total, rounded up, and the effective time will be converted to 40 thousand years for you..."
"I stepped on!"
Without waiting for the professor to finish, Hermione stepped on his shoe, then ran out of the range of the magic lock to apparate back to the maze.
How can anyone live 10,000 years? Talking nonsense all day long...but it's nice not to be separated. Go back to Hannah and the others to have a supper to celebrate.