Chapter 1721

I don't know how long it is before dawn, but the dense rain almost occupies every inch of the sky. These silver bright lines sew the sky and earth together, and the horizon in the distance is almost invisible.

Voldemort held on to his wand, and all his followers were gone, except for the dwarfs turning into mice.

They were either killed in anger by the leaky Dark Lord or dragged into the darkness by the undead, but now Voldemort has become a loner.

The rain diluted the bloodstains on the ground, trickling down the stone steps of the luxury mausoleum into the grass, and the soil under the grass seemed to become darker.

The Voldemort leaned wearily against the porch post of the tomb, panting, but his face was whiter than before, breathing in from above and coming out from below.

Abdominal colic like the tide hit, and the cold surrounding magnified the feeling. The chill was like getting into his new body through his pores, then rolling around and finally into his stomach.

"Poof!"

"Pooch!"

"Yip ~ ~ ~ PA!"

Similar sounds continue to ring, and the movement behind him is like setting off firecrackers, and the black robe is as calm as the ebb and flow.

But the loss of his men also brought another benefit, that is, Voldemort can finally be unscrupulous to his heart's content, and his face was intoxicated at this time, completely forgetting to relax.

In fact, it's not. He's just in a trance with a stomachache, and just now it's really the water that has burst out of the gas...

now he doesn't dare to speak up or move, otherwise he doubts whether his intestines will run out. This hardly needs the brain to think about it, but the biological instinct tells him so.

"Voldemort!"

The panting Dark Lord heard someone calling his name. He turned his head hard and saw a luminous body in the shape of a human coming towards him.

It's too dazzling. In the dark, it seems that only that is the only light source. Everything in the cemetery around is shrouded in colorful light, becoming hazy and fuzzy. Even the rain and water are like gossamer, with faint illusory light.

What kind of creature is it? Angels?

As a half Muggle, although he hated all Muggles, but in the orphanage, how much or contact Muggle people's faith, that ridiculous God.

Like Santa Claus, it's all fake. Everyone's lying to him. He hates the world.

Voldemort's mind is blank. In fact, his tolerance for pain is not strong. His willpower is extremely weak because he has split the Horcrux many times. Where can a man with a riddled soul have any willpower?

But he also probably guessed that the other party certainly did not come to take him to some Muggle paradise, but wanted him to die.

He shook his body and stood up with the stone pillar beside him. On the night of heavy rain, there was a layer of greasy moisture on the stone, which made him stagger for a moment.

"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 such brilliance. But he blocked his eyes with one hand and held up his wand with the other hand: "I didn't expect that I would die in a place like this, but I'll come back one day!"

"I can't come back." The other party answered him in a pleasant voice. It was a young girl's voice, and even the trace of puberty voice change: "your Horcrux has been destroyed by me, this is a farewell."

Voldemort's hand trembled, and he clamped something in his body. He couldn't allow himself to have diarrhea when talking to the enemy!

When he reached the end of his bathtub with a wet mixture, the water began to flow.

He could see the vague white shadow as if he had stepped back a few steps, and his face was full of disgust, which made Voldemort angry.

"AVA..."

"boom!"

A thunder like sound was heard at close range, and Voldemort felt a sudden weight in his abdomen, and the whole man rose uncontrollably into the air and fell on the stone steps.

There was a lot of blood flowing everywhere with the visceral debris, and he was defeated before he knew what was going on.

"Cough... What magic is this?"

The problem of diarrhea is solved, but Voldemort has no chance to use the recovery charm. At the same time, the other party has used the combination of disarming curse and flying charm to seize his weapon in an instant.

He could see the bright light approaching, the mechanical loading and the shell bouncing on the slate, and of course he got an answer.

"AA12 automatic shotgun. Good night."

Between the blaze, Voldemort turned into a headless body, red and white splashed a large area.

The fighting time is a little short. Are you sure this is the best victim in the world? Why is it so hard to fight? "The ambush bug was interviewing a specially invited commentator on the sidelines, the death knell.

Hermione's performance is not bad, but the victim is frustrated. In the understanding of the ambush bug, his head is knocked off and he should be able to grow a new head. The kind of injured person who continues to fight is qualified.

For example, why can't doomsday die, or is it resurrected back and forth like dactyside?

"I've laid out for several years, and I've wasted several lives of the victims before I have the effect today. I'll make you a documentary about the material... Besides, if my apprentice is entangled with this kind of goods, where can I put my face?"

Su Ming calmly answers questions to the camera. Of course, he knows that Voldemort is nothing if he is placed in DC or Phelan. There are people in Gotham talent market and deepwater City nightclub that can cure him.

However, as an opponent of the apprentice, "no nose" is already a good opponent. If Damian is exchanged for him, Hermione may not be able to do it well. Only when his peers are able to compare with each other is of value.

The ambush bug nodded with a smile. He asked the camera drone to give him a close-up. After a few words of nonsense, he went to interview the lichs again.

While Su Ming walks to Hermione in the field. She seems to be watching Voldemort's body, standing in the rain all the time.

"What are you thinking?"

"I wonder if I'm really better than Voldemort?"

Hermione is not entangled in killing, but Voldemort is so easy to die, she has a kind of unreal feeling.

Isn't Voldemort a terrible enemy in the British magic world? Why is that? It's about the same level as the troll. Two shots will kill you.

Su Ming touched her head and handed her a piece of Chocolate Frog:

"we just aimed at his weak points and for several years. Today, we focus on the strong and set traps. It is natural to defeat him. If he is really allowed to compete with you in his prime, he is expected to surpass you by a large margin. Even Greenwood may not be his opponent

Hermione was still feeling, but a basin of cold water turned her back into a dead fish eye:

"well, you don't know how to boast about me, just say such realistic words...

" isn't the fact in front of you? He's dead, and you're alive. What else can I say? " Su Ming pressed her head with a smile and took her away from the body. Naturally, there were lichs to collect experimental materials: "I can't always accompany you. In the future, you will have to use your own eyes to distinguish the facts and its deep-seated things."

The little girl was silent. She pursed her lips: "are you going? Although I vaguely guessed that you may not be a person in this world, I was only confirmed today, but I didn't want to leave so soon. I can't bear to part with you. "

The atmosphere was a little sad, and the heavy rain added desolation to the separation. Recalling the good professor, Hermione felt that she was going to cry.

However...

"what do you think? Graduating from Hogwarts is just like graduating from junior high school. I will arrange high school and University, master's degree and doctor's degree for you

The professor rubbed her head and showed a dark smile:

"besides, there are rules in all walks of life. We mages pay attention to a" three-year apprentice, ten thousand years of service ". It's not so easy for you to get rid of the teacher. Even if you graduate completely in the future, you will have to work for me. You don't have any salary, but you can eat, dress and live. The education program has a total of 13 years. If you round it up, you can convert it into 40 thousand years...

"I step on it!"

Without waiting for the professor to finish, Hermione stepped on his shoes, then ran out of the maze and started the phantom to move back to the maze.

How can anyone live ten thousand years? Nonsense all day long... But it's nice not to have to leave. Go back to Hannah and have supper to celebrate.

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