NABC Chapter 117 The Broken God
Chapter 117 The Broken God
Chapter 117 The Broken God
Voldemort's black mist, which cannot be chosen by Lane, does not mean it cannot be chosen by Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel, Gale, and Flitwick.
Blue flames rose.
Some of the gravel on the ground was deformed.
A faint alchemical matrix hovered in the void.
There was also a massive mixed spell, composed of countless different spells, that rained down on Voldemort.
The colorful spells illuminated the entire room, making it vibrant and dreamlike. Unfortunately, Voldemort felt no sense of being flattered by this dreamlike scene; instead, he felt incredibly unlucky.
Under repeated attacks, the black mist shrank from three meters in diameter to one meter, and then to half a meter.
Even the light created by the magic spell shines into the wall, directly creating pits of varying depths.
It is well known that the architectural structure of Hogwarts Castle is renowned, and these are walls that ordinary wizards cannot budge even with their full strength!
But now, the aftershocks of the five people's intertwined spells are enough to change the shape of the wall!
A perfectly good wall has been turned into a beehive; every single one of them is guilty of vandalizing cultural relics. Ryan's attention was drawn to the collision of spells, and he temporarily put aside his thoughts on higher levels of magical power.
Material losses are common; the most important issues are personal injuries and public opinion.
Fortunately, the capture of Voldemort was itself a powerful public relations achievement, allowing the wizarding world and Hogwarts students to accept the series of aftereffects amidst cheers and jubilation.
Because capturing Voldemort was roughly equivalent to capturing Hirohito and Tojo, and during the capture, some innocent people were accidentally injured, but it was only accidental injury, and no one died.
Generally speaking, except for a few individuals, such incidents only bring positive public opinion and make Hogwarts' reputation even better.
Therefore, the task of capturing Voldemort could only succeed and could not fail—he couldn't get involved, so he had to retreat to a corner and input magic into the matrix that Nicolas Flamel had just modified.
With the help of the array left by the big boss, Ryan's mind seemed to come into contact with a magical source as vast as the sun, constantly radiating energy outward. It was the magical source of Hogwarts Castle, which had accumulated for thousands of years and could be said to far surpass any wizard in the world.
He also sensed different stimulating magical nodes scattered throughout Hogwarts Castle. Although their locations were vague, some places were too obvious, such as the common rooms, kitchens, and the headmaster's office of the four houses.
Magic flows back and forth from the main source of magic between various simulated stimulation points. Compared to this, the magic within an ordinary wizard is like the difference between a small ditch in front of their house and the Amazon River.
"The castle's magic is thick and refined; compared to me, it's like tofu versus a block of iron. But it doesn't possess the same characteristics as Voldemort..."
He noticed the difference between the castle and the wizard, and casually channeled some of his magic power to surge from the wall, directing it at the black mist. Under such refined magic, the unselectable black mist became selectable, and was even overwhelmed by the magic.
Seeing that Voldemort was caught off guard by the sudden magical attack, Dumbledore and his companions seized the opportunity and once again performed a brutal attack on Voldemort.
Flitwick waved his wand, starting with the Stunning Charm, perhaps assembling a dozen or so spells, forming a spell sphere woven from different lines of light, which flew toward the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into.
Dumbledore waved his hand and summoned a large group of various shapeshifting creatures—snakes, tigers, eagles, bears, wolves, lions, and dogs—each imbued with powerful magic. They pounced into the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into, and then activated their self-destructing infantry.
These suicide bombers seemed to be very effective, causing the black mist to tremble. After these two rounds of torture, the black mist plunged into the raging blue flames.
"Fiendfire!" It wasn't until he personally experienced the burning sensation that Voldemort realized that this flame, capable of directly incinerating the soul and body, was indeed Fiendfire!
But isn't Fiery Blaze extremely difficult to control? A slight mishap could set you ablaze!
But how can you tell that these flames, which are changing shapes at will and dancing in the air, are unruly?
Voldemort suddenly realized that only one person could have done this, and shouldn't that person be locked up?
He was furious because he had discovered that Dumbledore was secretly stealing! This solidified his opinion of Dumbledore—appearing respectable but actually a thief!
With Nicolas Flamel standing by, not yet making a move, Voldemort felt that helping Quirrell infiltrate Hogwarts was the worst mistake he had ever made in his many years of life.
Even if he had listened to Snape's slander and killed Harry based on the prophecy, he wouldn't have been this foolish!
Suddenly, Voldemort felt Quirrell's body begin to move as if it had a mind of its own, moving beyond his control.
The movement of his body greatly slowed down his escape speed and even pulled him back. Under the spreading black mist, his consciousness noticed the ancient runes and miniature models of the alchemical matrix constantly appearing in front of Nicolas Flamel. This was an alchemical activation of Quirrell's wizard clothes and other items!
No! It's not just inanimate objects!
Voldemort could even sense a faint, autonomous activity emerging from Quirrell's skin and even parts of his bones—
"This is impossible"—Voldemort, who had repeated this phrase to himself countless times, no longer had the strength to complain. After a brief moment of deliberation, he relinquished control of Quirrell's body, leaving only his fragmented soul to rush out.
Ryan, who was controlling part of the magic circle here, caught Quirrell, who still seemed to be breathing.
Seeing this, Flitwick stopped and quickly walked towards Ryan to ask, "How is Quirinas now?"
Ryan shook his head, using both his own magical perception and the magic of Hogwarts Castle guided through a magic circle to conduct a thorough examination of Quirrell.
All the results point to this physical body having become a rag doll that has been played with in a mess.
Perhaps they can be saved, but that's all they can do.
Even more critically, due to Voldemort's relentless use of it, Kino's body, including his source of magic, felt extremely fragmented.
"Professor, Quirrell's condition is not very optimistic; it's good that he's alive."
Flitwick strode over to Quirrell, waved his wand, and beams of light rained down. After a precise scan, he sighed, "It's good that he's still alive. Magic is always mysterious and wondrous; perhaps there's a way."
One was silver, one was gold, and as the two were talking, three kings who could easily defeat Voldemort chased after them.
Voldemort was still panicking and running around aimlessly, seeing his unusual state.
Hurry, hurry up, we'll be out soon. Those people behind me must be too busy worrying about Quirrell to catch me as I break out of the encirclement in my remnant soul form. I passed by the three-headed dog, Louie, who was being coaxed to sleep, and felt that the hope of a new life was right in front of me.
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"