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"Stupid!" Voldemort laughed at Ivan's remarks. He admitted that the little wizard in front of him was able to do this is great, but just relying on this is like making up the gap in strength?
What are you kidding?
Ivan ignored Voldemort's taunt, but tried to control the unicorn and rush towards Voldemort.
The white light and shadow stepped in the air, without the restriction of gravity and body, Cecilia was as fast as a white lightning!
"Ten thousand bullets!" Voldemort held his wand high, and the surrounding large pieces of rubble rose into the air. There were hundreds of them. With the fall of the wand, these stones of various sizes pierced in the air. Sound, shot down towards the front.
is also a shot of ten thousand bullets, in the hands of Voldemort, the power is almost several times that of Ivan!
This is still Voldemort's weakness. So far, when the strength is not one of the ten...
The indiscriminate range of blows allowed Ivan to hide behind the collapsed stone pillar again and concentrate on controlling the shadow of the unicorn.
This white illusory figure does not exist at all. These sharp sharp stones of various sizes pierced straight out of the unicorn's body, bringing up strands of transparent smoke...
Seeing that his spell was useless, Voldemort waved his wand and placed more than ten magical barriers around his body.
However, these temporary defenses did not play a role at all.
The next moment, this white light and shadow, which looked like an illusion, had already passed through the layers of magical barriers and arrived in front of Voldemort.
Although the previous sharp stones and magic barriers predicted that the unicorn in front of him seemed to be just a false phantom, Voldemort did not dare to relax at all. The thick black mist had already wrapped his body, and the tip of his wand pointed to a bear. Burning fiercely!
However, the fierce fire that can burn everything did not take effect this time. Half of the unicorn's body went straight through. The black mist produced some obstacles, but it was obviously too late...
A pair of hooves fell heavily on Voldemort's body from a virtual blur, and the chest cavity was dented visible to the naked eye. Voldemort's body was knocked out by a huge force in an instant, and it slammed into a distant pillar.
The weird Li Huo was attached at the moment the unicorn's figure manifested. The magical body spread out again and turned into a white streamer, and then gathered again and changed back to its original appearance, as if Li Huo. The curse has no effect on it.
But as the controller, Ivan felt that most of the magic in his body had been emptied in an instant, his head dizzy, and he almost fell to his knees.
also lost the best time to chase...
Waiting for him to slow down and look at the place where Voldemort had fallen, the weird figure has stood up.
The black robe draped on Voldemort's body was now tattered, the robe on top of his head was lifted, revealing the top of his head full of wrinkles without any hair, and the exposed skin can faintly see the burnt. trace.
More importantly, a black mist was constantly seeping from the bare skin, so that the breastbone collapsed, and Voldemort still showed no signs of death.
This life is so hard that Ivan is speechless, this is not dead!
"You **** it!" Being so miserable by a first-year little wizard, Voldemort had already lost his mind at this time. Raising his hand was the most adept Avada Spell!
The dazzling green light penetrated the white light and shadow in front of him until Ivan himself left,
It is a pity that this kind of curse of direction is the best for Ivan to deal with, after all, he only needs to hide behind the bunker again.
It was inevitable that Voldemort would use a wide range of spells to attack indiscriminately, and Ivan controlled the shadow of the unicorn to launch an attack again.
is still the same routine, the unicorn transforms into a galloping light, any magic that Voldemort casts is useless in front of it, only the mysterious black fog can play a certain blocking effect.
Perceiving this, Voldemort also started desperately. The black fog that had originally been used to defend his body all gushed out, faintly forming a long and narrow snake shadow. Under the entanglement, the white light and shadow could not get close for a while.
Seeing that Voldemort was about to take care of himself, Ivan saw that the situation was not good, took out two round irregular objects from the wizard's robe, and threw them forward.
"Fall apart!" Voldemort didn't have the guts to let this thing come close. His backhand was a splitting spell, which exploded the two round objects!
However, what Voldemort did not expect was that after these two things exploded, there was still a yellow viscous liquid in them, like raindrops, which spilled in all directions, partly on the top of his head and clothes.
Voldemort was still worried about whether these liquids would be poisons that can corrode the human body, but he soon discovered that he didn't feel any discomfort on his body.
It's just that the smell is amazing.. It seems to be... feces?
Voldemort's brain was stunned~www.mtlnovel.com~ He had never encountered such a situation in battle, but what followed was the humiliation of anger!
"Are you just these disgusting little tricks?" Voldemort furiously said, and the black mist snake that contained the shadow of the unicorn almost disintegrated directly.
"I've got a lot of tricks, how about trying this?" Ivan noticed this sharply, and decided to make persistent efforts. The wand was lightened, and the purple light shot out. There was no black mist protection on the hit. Voldemort with limited mobility.
"Fear is coming!"
Voldemort, who was extremely angry, experienced fear in an instant, because he found that his body, which was barely supported by magic, could no longer withstand the heavy pressure. From the palm of his hand, he began to shrink and age, and his skin and bones kept cracking and collapsing... .
"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort was horrified to find that his immortal soul was beginning to decline...
impossible! How could one's own soul with Horcrux die?
Voldemort soon realized that something was wrong with his state. When he realized this, his fear curse had been lifted, and his body was restored to its original withered appearance...
Seeing that Voldemort broke free of the Fear Curse easily, Ivan was not surprised. In fact, if the Dark Lord's power declined to the extreme at this moment, the scene he constructed happened to be the death that Voldemort was most unwilling to face. Will not take effect.
But the delay of two or three seconds is enough. The shadow of the unicorn has broken through the black mist, and the spiral horns on its head pierced through the heart, and the tip with scarlet blood pierced out from the back. , Pushing Voldemort all the way towards the fiery wall.
Since Voldemort cannot be killed by ordinary means, Ivan is ready to give it a try!
He does not signal that the fierce fire that can burn everything and never extinguish can not destroy this body...
"No!" Voldemort was clearly aware of this, and shouted hoarsely, if he was really pushed into the fire, it would be all over.
The body that had been drained of vitality could no longer squeeze a trace of potential. Voldemort had to use one hand for the price of a certain amount of self-protection.
As the left arm exploded suddenly and the flesh and blood was swallowed by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the shadow of the unicorn made of magic...
This is a contest between magic power and time. Although Ivan nearly doubled his magic power after completing the fusion ritual, it was only doubled compared to the little wizard. The magic power was consumed early in several large-scale consumptions. It can't be too much to squander.
Voldemort's situation was also half-hearted, a hole was opened in his chest, several ribs were broken, not to mention, it was so miserable that he needed to destroy an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.
It's fortunate that it's Chino's body. Voldemort doesn't feel distressed at all when he uses it...but he's still constantly being approached by the unicorn against the burning wall against his chest. Death is only a matter of time...
Under such a stalemate, it was Ivan who was the first to be able to hold on. The repeated adjustments of magic power made his brain groggy, and the cells of his body warned him, if not for the speeding operation of the experience card. Mode, I am afraid I have fainted a long time ago.
After barely maintaining for a while, the unicorn made up of white light and shadow gradually dissipated, and had to rely on the last few strengths to overturn the opponent, causing Voldemort to be hit on the Eris mirror not far away, even with a wand in his hand. Fall aside.
But Voldemort laughed, because he could even clearly see the unwilling color in the red pupils before the shadow of the unicorn dissipated.
"Hahahaha... or I won!"
Voldemort stood up with his only hand propped on his body, picked up the wand on the ground, on his rotten body, two overlapping faces split the corners of his mouth at the same time, and the grim laughter echoed in the wide space. Inside..
just smiled and laughed, Voldemort couldn't laugh, because he found that there was no despair or loss on the face of Ivan opposite...
"Harry, don't pretend to be dead, get me up and muddle his face!" Ivan yelled at Harry who was lying down not far from Voldemort, closing his eyes tightly, like a corpse.
In the previous stalemate, when Ivan's magic power was about to be exhausted, he keenly noticed that Harry's body seemed to have moved, so he immediately changed his thoughts of competing with Voldemort's magic power consumption.
Because Ivan knew very well that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!
In Voldemort's incredulous gaze, Harry Potter, who should have been dead in his cognition, jumped up from the ground and leaped towards him!
In fact, Harry didn't lie on the ground pretending to be dead as Ivan thought, but just couldn't move his whole body before.
After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was dead, and his consciousness fell into a brief coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body to protect him and resist the black mist all the time.
It wasn't until Voldemort recovered all the black mist and concentrated on dealing with Ivan that the power to protect him gradually allowed him to regain certain consciousness and mobility, but his body was still a little numb, and he didn't even open his eyes much. open.
But Harry knew very well in his heart that the battle had reached the most critical time, so he didn't care about his physical weakness, forcibly got up and pressed his hands on Voldemort's grotesque snake face according to Ivan's orders!
The withered snake face felt like a rag with some slippery yellow liquid on it...
The sizzling noise spread from the place where Harry's palm touched. Voldemort let out a painful wailing. The skin on his face seemed to have been scalded by a soldering iron. It was peeled off piece by piece, and he forcefully pulled Harry away. Kicked to the ground, but couldn't stop the body from collapsing...
Harry sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Voldemort's misery, and at the same time looked at his hands in disbelief. He just stepped forward and touched it twice...
Is my hand poisonous...
Harry wondered whether he was happy or depressed...
"Bone to pieces!" Ivan mobilized the last trace of magic, and aimed his wand at Voldemort's gradual collapse...
Sorry, this head belongs to me!
Seeing Voldemort's body burst open, turning into powder and floating in the air, Ivan listened to the system sound in the mind of the listener, and fell to the ground with satisfaction, without a trace of strength...
Voldemort's black soul rushed out of the body turned into dust in the roar, and swept away in the direction of Ivan.
But before touching it, the illusory soul suddenly changed its direction ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and rushed out of this room.
The next moment, the quiet blue phoenix flew in over the black flames at the door, and a soothing blue gleam bloomed all over the body, wandering and wandering in this room continuously...
Seeing this phoenix, Ivan's heart that had been holding it was finally let go, but I still couldn't help but want to curse...
Dumbledore, you came really in time...
There was a bit of scolding in his heart, but after the spirit was relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions also surged into his heart, Ivan held it hard for a while, and finally fell asleep.
Just as Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded at the entrance.
"All curses are over!"
The black flame blocking the door gradually extinguished, and this magical power even spread to the large interior room.
is a fierce fire that will never go out, and under this kind of power, the fate of disappearing is unavoidable.
"Professor! Quick! Ivan and Harry are inside..." Hermione couldn't bear to rush in when the black flame went out.
Of course, the little witch did not forget to pull Dumbledore by the sleeve and pull him in, while Ron followed behind panting.
The three of them walked into this spacious room, and immediately saw the dilapidated scene inside..
Most of the twelve columns used to support the room were broken, large pieces of rubble were scattered on the ground, and the surrounding walls were scorched and dilapidated. The pits and pits were all traces of damage by powerful curses. A strong smell.
Fighting like this, even Dumbledore did not expect that even though he had seen it through the patron saint before coming in, he still felt a little shocked to see this scene with his own eyes.
Hermione and Ron, not to mention, seeing this scene, they even thought that Ivan and Harry had died heroically...
After all, this kind of battle is not something that two first-year little wizards can take.
"Ivan... Harry!" Hermione saw the two people lying on the ground who didn't know their life or death with sharp eyes, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Don't worry, they're fine. Harry suffered some minor injuries, and Hals just fainted after his magic was exhausted." Dumbledore stepped forward to check, and then he reminded.
What happened today is really beyond his expectations. Dumbledore did not expect Voldemort to sneak in while the Ministry of Magic came to inspect.
It wasn't until the little magic he applied on the Philosopher's Stone was touched that he learned that fighting broke out there, but it was a pity that Fudge was still in Hogwarts at that time, so Dumbledore had to spend some time to settle the power of greed Idiot.
Walking all the way to the Mirror of Eris, Dumbledore looked at the broken wizard's robe that had fallen on the ground, gently lifted it with his wand, and the remaining ashes underneath gradually disappeared in the wind.
"Professor, where's Chino?" Ron looked around and didn't see the enemy in this room, so he asked immediately.
"Isn't that what you saw just now?" Dumbledore squinted at Ron.
Ron shuddered when he thought of the ashes. He couldn't think of what kind of magic could cause such terrifying consequences.
Dumbledore knew that this was the effect of the guardian charm inside Harry. It was the same as he had originally expected, but...
Dumbledore glanced around at the scene where the surroundings were completely destroyed, and the battle in the middle might be beyond his expectation.
Just as Dumbledore was about to put down the wizard robe, he faintly smelled something, approached his nose and smelled it on the wizard robe, and Bubo Furui's face suddenly became very exciting.
Where did Voldemort hide during his disappearance?
Why is there a smell of feces on the clothes?
Dumbledore was thoughtful, no wonder he couldn't find him...
Hermione would have ran to Ivan's. Although Dumbledore had said that Ivan and Harry were not dangerous, Hermione couldn't help but be a little worried.
Noting Ivan's pale face and the scars on her body from the gravel, Hermione was very upset, if only she could move faster.
In fact, Hermione didn't know that if she hadn't dragged her sleeves all the way, Dumbledore could have run faster...
"Okay, let's go back now. We'd better send them to Madam Pomfrey quickly." Dumbledore waved his wand and lifted the bodies of Ivan and Harry with the Levitating Charm.
...
Hogwarts, the bed in the school hospital,
Ivan opened his eyes tiredly, and there was a white ceiling in front of him. The white sheets covered him seemed familiar, and he almost made him think that he had crossed back.
Fortunately, the ancient decoration style around and the smell of all kinds of weird potions remind him that this is in the Hogwarts school hospital.
clutched his groggy head and sat up, as if it was the feeling of waking up the next day after a hangover. Ivan decided that no matter what happened next time, he could not squander the magic again. This experience was really uncomfortable.
Ivan looked around, and the table beside him was piled with various gifts, most of which were small gifts such as candies, but there were also small cards with words such as blessings.
Harry was not seen on the bed next to , maybe he was discharged from the hospital before he woke up.
"So, how long have I slept?" Ivan felt that his stomach was empty. If a whole roasted lamb was placed in front of him, he would surely be able to eat it all.
"No, where's my Philosopher's Stone?" Ivan searched all over but couldn't find it, his face drooped.
It was definitely Dumbledore who took the Philosopher's Stone that he had so hard to grab while he was in a coma.
This made Ivan a little worried about whether his task was considered complete, so he hurriedly opened the task list of the system and looked at it.
He remembered that he should have grabbed the head...
[Task: Promise of Revenge
Mission objective: Kill Chino (completed)
Mission description: Your trustworthy behavior has gained Cecilia's favor and trust. Although it is a pity that you have not witnessed the death of the enemy with your own eyes, it is still willing to fight for you... if you know how to call it. ...]
[Task: Loot the Philosopher's Stone
Mission goal: hold on for five minutes or kill Chino (completed)
Task reward: related alchemy knowledge (whether to receive it)
Task description: In addition to those crappy levels, you turned the tide of the battle with luck and shameless tactics in the final asymmetrical battle. Although the process is not commendable, you still achieved an epic victory! ]
Seeing that both missions have been completed, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the loss of the Philosopher's Stone will not affect the outcome of the mission.
However, the description of the task of snatching the Philosopher's Stone made Ivan quite depressed~www.mtlnovel.com~ What is the tactic of relying on luck and shame?
That is the result of wisdom and courage!
Ivan looked at the task description very dissatisfied. If he hadn't used various tactics to anger Voldemort and made Voldemort lose his mind during the battle, then in the final magic power competition, he would definitely die.
Receive award...
Ivan said silently in his heart. The next moment, a huge amount of knowledge poured into his mind. After Ivan sorted it out for a while, he discovered that the so-called related knowledge in the task reward refers to the method of refining the magic stone.
It seems that the task of sticking for five minutes may not only be related to Dumbledore's support, but it may also take some time for the system to analyze the Sorcerer's Stone.
But with this reward, Ivan didn't know for a moment whether he should be happy or depressed.
On the one hand, the Philosopher's Stone is the omnipotent sage's stone in the legend. The only known abilities are the two terrifying abilities of refining immortal potions and turning stones into gold. Holding it is equivalent to having an endless life and wealth.
But judging from the information he got in his mind, in order to refine the Philosopher's Stone, in addition to all kinds of precious materials, alchemy also needs to be upgraded to at least level 7.
As for now, Ivan looked at the alchemy in the magic knowledge column in the system, and it was only level two. With urinary **** that doubles the proficiency required for each level, it would be an extremely long time to reach level seven. The process cannot be done in a short time.
While the magic item making disappeared from the system bar, Ivan guessed that it might have been merged into alchemy. After all, making magic items is an important branch of alchemy.
I just don't know how to improve my proficiency with this alchemy...
While Ivan was thinking hard, a gentle female voice rang in the room.
"I suggest you lie down in bed for a while when you first wake up, and it is best not to move."
Ivan turned his head and looked over, but saw Madam Pomfrey coming from the other side. The expression on her face was serious, and she was holding a big bowl in her hand, and she brought it to Ivan.
"Come on, drink this potion first."
Ivan looked at the gray-black in front of him, and there was still some unidentified muddy soup on it, with a bitter face, but still obediently picked up the potion and drank it.
The potions of the wizarding world don't taste bad at all. This may be related to the strange potions materials...
"Soothe the nerves... Four-leaf clover... Rat plum..."
With up to level four knowledge of potions, Ivan quickly distinguished most of the medicinal materials contained in this gray-black soup.
is to speed up the recovery of magic power and calm the nerves...
"Well, that's right, it's basically the same, except that the tail wing of the black bat and a little snail slime are omitted. Unfortunately, I am not a teaching professor, but I can't give you extra points!" Madam Pomfrey did not expect Ivan's potion level It's so high, although I can't recognize them all, but it's already pretty good.
Hearing that there was something like snail mucus in the material, Ivan's face changed and he almost vomited the medicine he had drunk...
This is disgusting...
"You will need to rest for a few days, so you need to drink twice a day." Madam Pomfrey said to herself as if she didn't see Ivan's uncomfortable expression.
"In addition, how did you exhaust all the magic in your body?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Ivan very dissatisfied. "Fortunately, it was timely when Albus sent you over, otherwise you might be a dumb gun in the future."
"Such a serious problem? There are no sequelae, right?" At this time, Yifan didn't care about the nausea of the potion, so he hurriedly asked.
"Not this time, but I hope this kind of thing won't happen a second time!" Madam Pomfrey said seriously.
Ivan nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at the rice.
Although I don't know if this is Madam Pomfrey's exaggerated statement, it is still true, anyway, he has no guts to try a second time.
In fact, if he hadn't forcibly grabbed the head before, he wouldn't have drained all the magic power.
After Mrs. Pomfrey talked about a lot of precautions, she asked Ivan Dodo to rest, then took the empty bowl away, and before leaving, she was still mumbling about how he was in safe Hogwarts. Make it like this.
Safety?
Ivan's mouth twitched a few times. Over the past semester, he has seen or dealt with giant monsters, fire dragons, unicorns, and even the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. Can this be called security?
How dangerous are other places?
Ivan kept complaining in his mind, the door of the school hospital was pushed open again, and the person here was Dumbledore.
The old principal was wearing a conspicuous purple magic robe today, with a crimson scarf tied around his neck, and he seemed to be in a good mood. After a few conversations with Madam Pomfrey at the door, he walked towards Ivan. .
Ivan once again started Occlumency, and spent a hundred academic points to redeem the experience card mode. There is no way that he is so persuaded..
Who made his Occlumency level too low...
However, Dumbledore did not come up as a profound conversation like Ivan had imagined. Instead, he gently tapped the long table next to him with his magic wand and expanded it to form a semicircular dining table.
The snacks and cards on it seemed to be activated, and they leaned against the wall and stacked themselves up, vacating the large area.
Ivan was very jealous when he cast such a spell-free spell, he didn't know how long it would take him to do it.
"Even though Mrs. Pomfrey thinks you should eat something light, I still think you need to ask your opinion first, how about it? Would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore is elegantly like the order of a fine dining restaurant. The diners are average.
"Here is a roasted whole lamb, put more cumin...more pepper...thank you!" Yifan said.
Dumbledore's figure paused, and he intentionally said that it was too greasy, but considering that his words were released, he had no choice but to wave his magic wand to realize Ivan's expectations.
A whole roasted golden lamb appeared on the extended long table, sprinkled with cumin, spring onion, pepper and a little sesame seeds, and next to it was thoughtful with corn flakes and apple pie. Kind of lighter foods, drinks such as lemon juice.
"Since you have been in a coma for two days, I think you'd better eat something else to cushion your belly first, or else you'll break your belly, and Mrs. Pomfrey will never let me in again next time." Dumbledore walked away Stepping forward to sit on the side of the bed, he said helplessly.
was in a coma for two days? Then why haven't I starved to death?
Ivan had this idea in his mind, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but quickly threw it aside.
After being hungry for so long, Ivan casually ate a few pieces of apple pie, drank some lemon juice, and then took a knife and fork to cut a piece of lamb and put it in his mouth.
I have to say that the house elves at Hogwarts are really good at craftsmanship. The skin of the lamb is roasted until it is browned and crispy, but the meat inside is extremely tender. The taste of the seasoning seems to penetrate into the meat and dispel the lamb. The smell of itself...
If this kind of cooking is also a kind of magic, then he must learn how to do it.
Dumbledore sat quietly, watching Ivan's unimaginative feasting with interest, and from time to time Ivan refilled his glass after Ivan drank the lemon juice.
Maybe he was too hungry. In about half an hour, Ivan swept away all the food on the table, leaving only a messy dinner plate. He hiccups satisfied and rests comfortably on the pillow.
Dumbledore did the cleaning job again, swiping his wand swept the plate away, and then returned the table where the extension spell was cast back to its original state.
Ivan then remembered that Dumbledore was unlikely to have come to deliver him food, and he became nervous inexplicably.
But Ivan knew very well that Dumbledore could not be given a chance to ask questions first, so he asked first. .
"Professor, where's my Philosopher's Stone? I finally snatched it from the snake-faced wizard. Did you put it away?"
Ivan looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes clearly saying,
When do you plan to return the Philosopher's Stone to me?
Dumbledore's expression took a while, and then looked at Ivan dumbfoundingly. When did the Philosopher's Stone become his?