Chapter 273

"... I see."

At the real scene of the audio-visual conference, the dark gray clouds have completely dissipated over the packed round open-air venue.

But I don't know why, but I still can't see a star in the sky.

It's a dark cloud! The thick clouds, I don't know when they came over, covered all the moonlight and starlight tightly, and couldn't penetrate a trace.

In the depths of the clouds, occasionally a faint blue lightning meanders past, and the scene is full of the momentum of mountain rain.

The chest of all the audience seemed to be pressed by heavy objects, and even breathing became difficult.

Just then, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded, as if it was drifting from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the visitor.

But there is no doubt that someone... Is coming!

"Well..."

In a corner of the auditorium, Harry suddenly felt a pain in the lightning scar on his forehead. He hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time since he practiced "brain closure" according to the notes given to him by Maka.

"Harry, what's the matter?"

The friends around him were concerned about him, but he just shook his head in confusion.

"... gidrow Lockhart? Interesting..."

The voice sounded in everyone's ears again, gloomy and strange. After experiencing the "audio-visual meeting" just now, the vast majority of the audience immediately thought of someone.

Someone whose name can't even be mentioned.

At this moment, everyone was nervous, everyone kept whispering, and their uneasiness was about to turn into action and escape from this crowded venue.

But to be nervous and uneasy, Lockhart, who was standing in the middle of the stage, was definitely the first to bear the brunt, especially after he was personally named by the "man".

But

"... so what?"

Lockhart is no longer the original Lockhart. In recent years, he has also experienced a lot. Especially this time, how much preparation has he made to stand here and stand on this stage?

Maybe he doesn't have very strong strength, maybe all this is bluff. But it is an indisputable fact that gidrow Lockhart is today's protagonist.

It was McLean who gave him the chance to get the popularity he had always dreamed of. But such popularity can not be obtained by talking alone. He also needs to work hard!

Everyone has a most suitable direction of life, and his direction is acting!

In the years after Hogwarts resigned, he found himself on the Muggle world mixed set, looking for himself on the camera and on the stage; Today, Maka gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of life and perform this performance only belonging to him in this way.

Who says liars don't need courage? In this world, which liar dares to deceive the Dark Lord? Deceive the whole magic world?

"... Voldemort... No, Tom Riddle!" Lockhart pressed his trembling hands in his sleeves and put a sound reinforcement spell on himself. "Whether you in the diary or now, you are just an ordinary wizard who distorts his heart..."

——Calm down! Calm down! Today's stage is my home!

"Mr. riddle," he sighed softly, "do you know what you lack most?"

"What you lack is love!"

——Ah, ah, ah! I'm going to die. Even if I'm so cheeky, it's hard to say such a pretentious line! McLean's play is so embarrassing

"Hum!"

With a vague cold hum, a large amount of black gas suddenly came out of thin air around the stage, swirling and rotating, and quickly gathered in front of Lockhart.

When the black air gathered together like a vortex, Voldemort stepped out of it and brought up wisps of black clouds.

"'Love '?" his expression didn't look so beautiful. Marca's carefully arranged lines obviously stabbed him in the pain. "That's what the old Dumbledore said, and you said...' love '?' love 'what the hell is that?' love '... Can you get out of here alive!"

Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly. The fierce flame in his eyes did not hide. The terrible atmosphere of studying black magic for a long time spread invisibly, which made the bottom of the audience have an idea: move, you will really die!

——Yes! Be angry! Get angry! That guy McLean is terrible. Everything is in his calculations! But... Is there no problem next?

"Mr. Riedel, what you have done is too extreme. You have hurt many innocent people for your own desire..."

Lockhart's heart was as rough as the sea in the storm - he even wanted to scold his mother with a guilty heart, but he still maintained a calm expression on the surface.

"To tell you the truth, I really want to destroy you, just like I destroyed your ghost in Slytherin's secret room..."

At the moment, Lockhart is just talking big. Even if the vast majority of people have a good impression of him, in terms of their real strength

If anyone is qualified to say this to Voldemort, there can be no one else except Dumbledore - almost everyone here thinks so.

But Lockhart's lines continued.

"... as you know, there are many ways to destroy a person. I have to say... Just taking your life won't satisfy me anymore."

At this point, Lockhart clenched his teeth secretly and took a steady step forward. It's as if he didn't pay attention to Voldemort in front of him

"Boom -"

In the clouds, another lightning just cut through the night sky, making the atmosphere more heavy.

This deja vu words, this deja vu behavior, made Voldemort almost think that Dumbledore was standing opposite him.

That's the day! That night facing Dumbledore! Dumbledore said something similar!

"Then go to the world of the dead to find satisfaction!"

When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't help it!

He didn't even pull out his wand, but with a sudden step under his feet, he turned into a black flame and rushed straight towards Lockhart.

——This is the moment! The first blow is the last! Only this time! Is McLean ready? Be sure to succeed!

Step three! At the moment when Voldemort attacked Lockhart, Lockhart did not retreat but entered, clenched his teeth and took his third step!

At the moment when Voldemort's black flame was only half a step away from Lockhart, a soft blue glow burst out on the stage!

At the same time, clearly discernible lines spread under Lockhart's feet and covered the whole stage surface in an instant. Countless mysterious symbols that are difficult to understand float up and turn up in the dark blue ocean, showing an intoxicating beauty.

This second, Voldemort's black flame suddenly dissipated, revealing his real body under the black flame;

The next second, in everyone's stunned expression, Lockhart raised his leg to Voldemort because of inertia, which made Voldemort's face contact with the soles of his boots.

In the next second, the faint blue light on the stage dissipated completely. Lockhart took a few steps back before he would stand firm, but Voldemort lay directly in the center of the stage.

"Oh -"

The audience was stunned for a moment and then roared excitedly. But as soon as they shouted, they seemed to be strangled by their necks.

This is just because Voldemort, lying on the stage, burst out a more violent black flame than just now, and the beating black gas swayed on the stage without wind.

"Good! Good!"

Voldemort, who was entangled with black flames, slowly got up, and his tone changed because of extreme anger. Imagine how violent the next attack will be.

"... unexpectedly, there are so many powerful wizards in this world," he yelled hoarsely, "good! That's great!"

shame! Today, Voldemort felt unprecedented shame! His great Dark Lord was trampled on his face by a nobody with the sole of his shoes!

First, he was killed by a baby who was still in his infancy. Then he was taken away by a child. Not long ago, he was smashed into his house by a descendant of a hidden ancient family!

Today, he was rubbed against his handsome face by the bastard in front of him!

The Dark Lord was angry. He absolutely wanted to let this guy who didn't know how to live or die experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that those who dare to resist his dark lord have only one way to die!

However, on the other side, Lockhart stood in place with his "charming" face stretched, and the sweat from his palm made him unable to hold his fist tightly.

——Isn't McLean coming yet? I'm going to die, I'm going to die before you show up! Not yet? If I don't come out, I'll run away!

It's right to think so, but on the surface, he can't. Not to mention whether he can escape or not, even if there is a way to evacuate, can he escape?

A liar's lie deceives others, but it binds himself! As long as he still wants to be this "hero", he has to stand firmly on this stage and dance on the tip of the knife.

Move! Voldemort moved!

As soon as he raised his hand, the endless black flame swept towards Lockhart like a tsunami, turned into a black flame giant snake in mid air, opened its snake kiss and rushed at his head with amazing momentum.

The rune array just now dissipated all the magic in the field. Voldemort can recover in an instant, but he Lockhart can't!

Even if he wants to struggle, he can't do it at the moment!

At that moment, Lockhart stood up with his chest in his arms. The strong wind blowing against his face blew the Stardust on his wizard robe and sprinkled a bright star on the stage.

——If you blow it out, you have to pretend to die!