Chapter 1116： Eyeball

Voldemort showed a terrible smile, his red eyes did not contain any emotions. He took the eyeball that looked a little shriveled with blood vessels and meridians from the dragging glass cover, and controlled the eyeball to fly in the direction of Grigor. In the past-this made this eyeball and blood vessels look like an octopus.

"Bring it on." Voldemort said, "Dear Grigor, show me whether this eye in your family's collection is a real guy, and whether it will kill people after being put on and taken off... if you Luckily enough, I made sure it was true, and later I survived, and I will allow you to provide me with more services in the future..."

Lucius’s pale face was expressionless. He realized that although the Dark Lord often lost control, he was somewhat more cautious after the failure of the duel-he did not directly use the magical artifact that could not be felt on his own. Body.

"Idiot, can't you hear the order of the Dark Lord?" Lucius urged, "Master! Let me do it for him!"

Grigor trembling teeth gritted his lower lip, eyes filled with tears of extreme fear. He knew he couldn't resist, but there was no other choice. He trembled and raised his right hand in order to survive.

Voldemort's ferocious gaze did not leave the wizard who was lying on the ground like mud. He continued to hiss softly and asked, "Lucius, how is your friend Rudolph's progress?"

"Master... Rudolphs came to explain..." Lucius did not dare to neglect, he carefully paid attention to the wording, "Master, because every corridor and every room in the ruins have been set with multiple spells, and these spells There are some differences between ancient magic and our modern magic, so the curse solvers are slower..." Lucius noticed Voldemort's frown and said quickly, "But Rudolphs dare not do it arbitrarily. If you force into it, it will cause a trap to erupt The dead person is nothing, but if it causes a cave-in and even the heart of Vic inside is destroyed...it’s really bad for your master, so the progress is slower...but because of this, we think things are true It's inside..."

"It's too slow...urging him...I don't think you and your friends would want me to personally supervise..." Voldemort's impatient compromise sound just fell, and suddenly there was a painful wailing that dragged on. , Very miserable, as if answering his words.

The blood gurgled from Grigor’s left eye socket, and his original eyeball fell to the ground amidst the screams, and the grunt rolled into a pool of blood... Grigor gasped in pain, his hands full of blood, He tremblingly lifted the glass cover in front of him, gently pinched the dry eye, and pressed it against the eye socket. The human eye squeezed directly into his right eye socket. It was infiltrated by blood and instantly plumped up. His eyes rolled frantically.

Voldemort's twisted mouth twitched and mocked: "Lucius, it seems that he is more efficient than Rudolphs."

When this dry eye stopped turning, the skin around Grigor's eye sockets cracked like cracked ground, and the entire eye sockets turned black. There was still a little dry eyeball, as if it was covered by thousands of red blood. Connected, like woven spider webs and broken glass, stuck in the eye sockets abruptly.

Grigor gasped in pain, his widening new eye couldn't even close at all, his whole body slumped on the floor and kept shaking, sweat and blood mixed together-until the pupils of Vicner's Eye suddenly freeze. Confronted with Voldemort who was watching in front of him.

Without warning, Grigor's dangling fingers moved, and a flame was released by him without a wand to cover everyone's sight. Then, Grigor's new wide-open eyes suddenly released from behind the flame. A continuous ray, this red ray looked like a blood vessel on the previous eye stalk, rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and disappeared in an instant. Although the ray from Vicner’s Eye was amazing and swift, it was a Death Eater behind Voldemort—the Death Eater instantly. It was wrapped in layers of red silk threads into a red mummy, and then "boomed" to pieces, as if all the vitality had been drawn away by these red silk threads, and scattered into a gray dregs.

Under the effect of Vic's magic eye, Grigor, who had been shrinking and cowardly, sat upright, and continued to sweep the Death Eaters in front of him like crazy.

When the Death Eaters began to make a fuss and flee, Voldemort, who was reappearing, had appeared behind Grigor, who was still in a state of irrationalism. His leather boots were heavily on the ground and bent down to use. The intact left hand, like a big pale spider, pinched the neck of the heir of the Monte family, and used Vecna’s hand directly to Grigor’s eyeball-his Vecna’s hand was hit by the rays, but completely Nothing happened.

Voldemort pulled it out and looked at the reaction of the opponent: "It is said that the power of Vic's Eye will change with the new owner, but one thing is certain: unfortunately, those who own it have never happened to good things. . It is destined to betray its wearer at important moments, and abandon him when he needs its power most."

And seeming to realize that he was about to be taken off, Vecna's eyes in the dry and cracked eye sockets turned frantically and irregularly. Grigor's hair quickly turned gray and his skin was old and gray, as if he had lost all the moisture, and his skin appeared. With the black markings... Grigor seemed to have lost all his vitality in an instant, but the pupil of the intact eye gradually dilated.

Voldemort’s red eyes appeared brighter, and two cat-like eyes were aimed at this Vikna’s eye. After it had absorbed all its vitality, with a bang, when Voldemort raised his hand again, Among the closed withered fingers, it was the eyeball that had left the eye sockets and still looked as dry as before-and Grigor could no longer see the face of the young man he used to be, like a skeleton wrapped in dry skin , Has long lost his life.

"Dear Grigor, it seems that you are not favored by luck... but I am about to own all the three-piece set of this artifact! This will curb this curse and give me more power!" Voldemort looked at The body of the heir of the Monte family opened his mouth, some nervously muttering to his corpse, and he began to stretch his fingers to his left eye socket...

In Bavaria, Germany, near the Austrian wizarding prison in the direction of Neumongaard, a fire appeared out of thin air in a corridor at the highest point of the tower, which was cold and dark, far away from the crowd and was magically cast to prevent apparition.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor of the topmost prison, and the magic lamps on the walls on both sides of the corridor faintly exuding green light shone on the golden stars dotted on the purple magic robe of the visitor Little shining light. As he approached the middle cell, the visitor stopped, tidied up the pointed wizard hat with a crooked head, and moved on again. He saw the goal of the trip.

Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, was standing upright by the railing of the cage. Although he was a little blessed, he was in a formal suit and smiled at the visitor as if he had been waiting for a long time. The pupils of the predictive eyeballs are still being activated-there are still traces of him sitting on the sofa in the cell, there is a bucket of half-empty popcorn on the small tea table next to it, and the TV in the cell is still The floating city playing Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's magic robe swayed like waves, and the Phoenix Fox on his shoulders burst into flames. When the flames ended, the white wizard had appeared in the cage, and his eyes met Grindelwald's normal eyes— —The male phoenix on his shoulder has already flew to the snack pile and started to peck the popcorn.

"I think I know the poor little boy in front of me... driven by Hogwarts, misunderstood by the people he helped... no one understands and is not treated kindly, but very brave...very brave." Grindelwald used His unique elegant tone was as comforting as a parent's tone of comforting a child who had fallen and got up. He walked towards Dumbledore step by step, getting close to the opposite side, and Dumbledore could feel the focus of the other person's breathing. The sweet aroma of sugar.

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