Chapter 103 The Final Chapter of the Prophecy (Part 1)

Author: Aurora scattered

Chapter 103 The Final Chapter of the Prophecy (Part 1)

The howling wind stopped at this moment, and Harry's figure also appeared when the dust fell. The invisibility cloak was suitable for use without knowing it. Although Voldemort's sight was blocked at the time, there was only so much that could make the wizard disappear.

Several things, it is not difficult for Voldemort to guess.

"You are stupider than I thought. You can be safe just by wearing that cloak?"

"I'm tired of playing, Potter."

"Hand over the magic stone, surrender and brand my emblem on my feet, maybe I can spare your life."

The somewhat obstructive demon centurion was trapped in a sphere made of thick mud by Voldemort. He used water from a spring to attract water, and mixed it with the soil under the floor to create a pure natural mire trap without magic.

The passive ability of demons to absorb magic power is useless against such non-magical traps. During the long thousand-year war, wizards, who have always been the dominant side, have studied the demons quite deeply. Voldemort knows a lot about these little tricks.

Harry gritted his teeth silently and squinted his eyes slightly without saying a word. After chewing the Sorcerer's Stone in one bite, the changes in his body were almost earth-shaking. There was a magical ability swimming in his body.

Then it followed the veins of magic and integrated into every corner of his body, but what surprised Harry was that he didn't seem to feel any special changes.

His power has not been strengthened. What he feels is that the beating of the magic heart has become much slower than before. The magic heart beats almost every fifteen seconds, which makes the flow rate of magic in his body almost return to the normal level. If

If you still use ebony wood to cast spells, the enchantment increase of ebony wood will be roughly 1.6 times the increase and 2.2 times the magic power consumption, which is not much different from the previous 1.5 to 2.0.

There may have been other changes, but in this hasty time, Harry didn't have time to explore them carefully bit by bit.

"You want the Philosopher's Stone, right?"

After hearing Voldemort's words, Harry slowly raised his head.

"I'm very sorry, the magic stone is gone."

"Who prevented me from calling for reinforcements? When I could only rely on myself, I had to make a choice even if I didn't want to."

"I originally wanted to use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to become a unique super Animagus, but unfortunately, I can't do it now."

"The magic stone you need is here."

Harry patted his belly and showed a friendly smile.

"It tastes a bit pungent and tastes bad, but it's much better than potions and it's something people can swallow."

"The only regret is that the forty-nine effects of the Philosopher's Stone written by Nicoléme were not very accurate. I overestimated the power of the Philosopher's Stone on my body, and it seems that I failed to get the power I expected.

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The pure black human form reunited once again, and the previously restrained chaotic dark power overflowed from Harry's body. This pure chaotic evil was after Harry continued to hypnotize himself and deny that this world was real, and he believed that he was

The fourth disaster is the product of this will.

What it consists of is essentially a crazy spiritual will that transcends the limits of the ethical order of good and evil. It is a special kind of magic that is born after being 'polluted' and 'impregnated' with natural magic. In essence, this power is not the same as the magic in the wizard's body.

There is no difference.

But this power is not lasting. When he hypnotized himself for the second time, Harry understood that he could not deceive himself for the third time. This world was real, and it was real to him, and it was definitely not the world.

The virtual world of the game is a real world with flesh and blood that I have lived in for nearly twelve years.

This chaotic evil is rootless water, and Harry, who can no longer deceive himself, can no longer channel the madness and unscrupulousness that is unique to the fourth natural disaster.

"Just think of it as the last struggle."

"How can such a little blood be called a river of blood? Right!"

Looking at the red liquid gathering in the potholes on the ground, Harry curled his lips and smiled, but even if the eleven ten-capion demons drained their blood, they would not be able to soak all the ground here.

"Whether it's your blood or mine."

"At least dye this place red, and let Professor Grindelwald witness the final river of blood!"

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The dark and evil figure jumped on Harry in an instant, as if he was wearing a layer of pitch-black armor. Harry, wrapped in dark magic, looked more like the Dark Lord than the Voldemort opposite him, accompanied by magic explosions.

With a roar, the dark blade flew out from the dark ebony muzzle, and the dark blade like the death's scythe cut through the air and cut through the dust.

The unparalleled magic with the blessing of ebony ignored the thin silver shield created by Voldemort in order to save magic power. Voldemort did not guess the power of ebony, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Voldemort could not help but

Under his trusting gaze, the pitch-black blade seemed to span space. By the time he wanted to avoid it, there was not enough time for him to complete everything.

The shattered black mist showed Voldemort's embarrassment at this moment. The dark blade passing through him didn't seem to cause any harm to the scattered mist, but the miserable howl could not be faked.

Voldemort at this moment is an incorporeal body composed of a ball of dark magic. He used black magic to construct his temporary body. His current form is almost the same as the dementor in the previous room.

It goes without saying what the black mist that instantly dissipated by one-fifth represented, but the screams and howls made Harry feel an unknown fire rising at this moment.

"Where's the blood! Where's your blood!"

What Grindelwald wanted to witness was a scene of rivers of blood. As a phantom and without flesh and blood, Voldemort naturally could not contribute anything. If the final result of the prophecy was that his own blood would cover the ground, wouldn't it mean death?

My own end?

"Since only one of us can live."

Harry, who remembered Trelawney's prophecy, stretched out his right hand and said, "The white ivory is coming."

He grasped his black and white guns.

"Since both prophecies point to you and me, if I kill you first and complete the first prophecy, then without you existing, the second prophecy will not exist, right?"

"Professor Grindelwald, is this a bug in my fate?"

The black blade instantly filled the space in front of him, and the white ivory vented the seemingly infinite darkness wantonly. In front of the dark blade curtain, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed with vicious light.

"Kill him for me!"

The mud cage collapsed at this moment, and the demon centurion, who was used as a shield by Voldemort, once again embraced freedom, and this fearless giant faced the rain curtain composed of dark blades. The magic that could not kill it was it.

The nourishment for growth, the demons from the abyss feed on magic power, and in front of it, a sumptuous meal is being delivered to your door.

Scarlet blood splashed - a strange sweetness filled the air.

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Well, there is still one chapter left, so I can only finish it tomorrow. The ending I thought of before felt a bit inappropriate after I wrote it, so I deleted it and redesigned it. It took a lot of time. I should have been able to finish two chapters around three o'clock.

More, but sorry now, I have to go to bed at 3:40 and have to go to work tomorrow.
Chapter completed!