Vol 2 Chapter 442: Night in Gochuk Valley (4)
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HP Magic Biography
- Luohe Luohe
- 1029 characters
- 2021-03-03 06:58:56
Some uneasy feelings faintly rose in Voldemort's heart. He just acted casually and sealed the entire area with magic power, but the Chinese woman was not as he expected.
From the feedback of magic, he felt that he had killed something, but he did not see the woman's body.
He carefully checked with magic power, but there was no one in the house in front of him.
While resisting the Avadaso’s life curse, he left through Apparition. He didn’t quite understand why this Chinese woman was able to break through her own magic blockade. It can be said...
Voldemort stopped, he seemed to want to check it out himself.
Fanlin could understand what was going on very well. Grandma was proficient in space magic, and even Hogwarts defensive magic could pass through.
This kind of magic renewal is like the apparition of birth and house elves. You must know that house elves can go through many magic prohibitions, not to mention this simple magic blockade.
But Voldemort obviously didn't understand. He felt death, and he could almost believe that the woman was killed in the dimension space while taking it away.
He obviously has more important things to do than this woman.
The prediction that two people can only keep one, Voldemort is very confident that he is the one left.
At least, no one in the current magical world can stop him, as long as he doesn't touch some taboos, such as forcibly attacking Hogwarts with Dumbledore, or Nicolae May's perennial entrenched. Busbarton.
However, Hogwarts will eventually fall into his hands. As long as he surrounds this place, the people here are no different from a bunch of prisoners, and he is immortal.
Just solve this prophecy.
Yes, as long as the prophecy is resolved, everything is in his hands.
Voldemort paused slightly, and Fanlin hadn't caught Voldemort's track at all, and Voldemort appeared at the door of Harry's house.
It seems that Lily and James Porter still enjoy life.
They are all Muggle-based techniques, well-kept lawns, without any trace of magic.
The orange light was very soft, and through the blinds, strips of light scattered on the lawn.
There are unknown flowers in a corner of the garden, and the fragrance of this flower makes the whole house very warm.
The people in the house didn't seem to be aware of the danger. At this moment, no one could help them. They could only rely on themselves.
"Really... ridiculous..."
Voldemort's voice is very soft and slow, he has always been like this, as if nothing was taken in his heart.
To deal with two slightly stronger Aurors, adding a prophetic child, this is only a matter of a few spells, if Voldemort wants, he can stand here directly and destroy the entire house.
But Voldemort didn't intend to do this. There is nothing more joyful than seeing the death of his opponent with his own eyes. It has been a long time since nothing has brought him such a feeling of expectation.
He doesn't mind playing for a while.
Voldemort drew his wand from his robe. With at least a lesson, Voldemort increased the intensity of the blockade. Fanlin saw that the entire Gochuk Valley was shrouded in black.
This is Voldemort's method, the fight between trapped beasts, nothing is more fun than this.
Voldemort seemed to smile, and Fanlin's heart felt a little chilly.
He had seen Voldemort when he was young, to be exact, Tom Riddle, compared to before, Voldemort's heart has shown an extremely distorted state.
Voldemort looked confident.
He just tapped with his magic wand, and the garden door was gently opened.
Voldemort used the least amount of magic power to achieve the best results, and Fanlin could hardly notice the fluctuation of Voldemort's magic power.
However, the defensive formation in the house is obviously responsive.
"James, someone has come in." Lily frowned. She held Harry in both hands, but this did not affect her judgment of magic.
"I'll take a look." James said, the defensive magic was arranged by Lily.
This is like a combination of a spear and a shield, and James is the corner of the attack.
"Be careful, this magic makes me feel very uneasy, to be precise, it is very cold." Lily said, she shook Harry's body gently, and then she still felt very bad.
"We should trust Dumbledore and Peter. No one will betray us. The Curse of Fidelity is not simple magic. Our position is safe."
"You should be more cautious." Lily frowned. She was very relieved of Dumbledore, but she was really worried about this cowardly Peter.
"I will send Harry up first, and then I will come down."
James nodded, and Lily turned upstairs. She must settle Harry well, otherwise...
James turned his head and took out his wand from his pocket. The years of fighting made James always carry his wand to ensure that he had complete combat effectiveness at all times.
"Who is it?" James bent over, the light here was a little dim, which made his vision a little blurry.
The night outside was so cold, James felt that his hair was going to stand up.
This feeling is very bad, it can be said that it is very dangerous.
"Who broke in..." James said loudly, and pointed his wand at the door of his house.
...
Lily felt a little uneasy~EbookFREE.me~ She hugged Harry back to Harry's room, but Harry, who had always been well-behaved, suddenly burst into tears, which intensified Lily's irritability.
She wanted to go downstairs quickly, and someone broke in. Obviously, this person was an outsider who had not been admitted through magic.
The only people who can easily enter their own home are Peter Pediru and Dumbledore. This person broke in forcibly. Lily only felt a little bit of cold magic, and then all the defensive magic that she arranged was like Opened a hole in general.
The magic hasn't expired, but at the doorway, it's like being torn open.
Obviously, the person who came is far superior to her in terms of strength, otherwise, this defensive magic can only be completely shattered, and it is impossible to just be torn open a door.
Harry's cry was getting louder and louder. Lily wanted to put Harry down, but Harry didn't let go. The child's temper was hard to calm down.
"It's better to hand him over to me, how about it, Miss Lily, it should be your honor."