After a night's rest, the mana consumed in Lockhart's body to fill the magic array was full again. Last night, Hermione tried to stop him from taking the risk before going to bed, and he spanked him hard.

After eating breakfast and packing up his things, Black took Harry and a restless Hermione to the agreed place first, leaving Lockhart alone in the wasteland.

It's December, and the temperature is plummeting. Lockhart spent half a minute in the early winter wasteland, pulled out the Horcrux, and placed it in the middle of the magic circle.

Unlike the last time when he was strong, confident, and ready to destroy it, this time there were no more dozens of excellent Aurors standing beside him, and only this magic array on the ground accompanied him. Lockhart struggled to imagine two dozen or more Auror Spirits watching him from above, supporting him. It's a pity that this imagination didn't make him more courageous, but only made him feel desolate, as if he was in a different world.

In the bleak December wind, Lockhart tightened his robes, waved his elder's wand, and activated the magic circle. Dozens of pieces of magical parchment paper, smeared with dragon blood and covered with complex ancient magic characters, and a large number of magic crystals were pressed into a magic array, which was activated in a flash of light.

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The first second. The entire magic array was instantly charged, emitting a dazzling white light along the lines of the magic script, and a huge amount of magic began to flow in it—flowing to the output end, and the magic power was transformed into magic and shot towards the crown at the center target.

The second second. The Horcrux was struck by hundreds of tiny spells, and immediately emitted a light so dazzling that it was impossible to look at, and the air near its surface was instantly heated to tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, and it continued to climb - and the protective magic on it also began to work, keeping the attack and heat out without standing and faithfully withstanding.

The third second. The heat began to seep into the roasted part of the crown, and the most superficial defenses began to be breached, and the soul protected in it felt threatened, and once again alertly called for help from all its brothers, including its master.

Lockhart felt a sharp scraping sound reach his ears, deep in his mind and soul...... He had to use Occlumency to fend off the attack. Meanwhile. Voldemort, who was recuperating from thousands of miles away, also sensed something instantly, he suddenly drew his wand, commanded the people around him, and decisively began to phantom to the place where the Horcrux was sensed.

Fourth second. Voldemort sped through the Floo net, getting closer and closer to where Lockhart was. And at this moment, the person was squinting at the Horcruxes in the magic circle emitting a puff of white smoke in the dazzling light: it was the silver metal on the surface of the crown, which began to melt and evaporate after losing the protection of magic. At the same time, he tensed his whole body, trying to sense the anomalies of the magic elements within a few miles.

Fifth second. Voldemort's apparition appeared on a dry lawn, and as soon as he landed, he quickly recovered from his vertigo, and at a glance saw a dazzling light source nearly a mile away. Even in the early morning when the sun has risen, this light source contrasts the sky as if it were cloudy. His Horcrux's distress calls also came from that direction

Sixth second. Voldemort turned into a black mist. It spanned dozens of meters in an instant, and the speed was so fast that it even broke through the sound barrier, driving out a large cloud of white fog, which rushed towards Lockhart with a violent explosion.

Seventh second. Voldemort's flight was faster than the speed of sound, and neither he nor Lockhart could hear the loud noise. But the white mist he drove and the violent fluctuations and momentum caused by it immediately caught the attention of the wizard standing next to the magic circle—Lockhart looked in the direction where Voldemort was flying and clenched the wand in his hand.

Eighth second. The first Death Eater began to apparition within a few hundred meters of Lockhart, and since there was no precise location, they could only apparition approximately. Immediately after the first came the second and third......

Ninth second. An hapless Death Eater apparition shifted to Lockhart, his back to him.

Lockhart decisively slashed the killer: the Death Eater, who was unable to make defensive moves at the moment of landing, was instantly wiped out by the Elder Wand's version of the Blade. Easily slices through the Protector Charm and nearly halves from head to toe. The body flew out, and the blood spilled on the ground—it turned out that the blood of the dark wizard was also red.

Ten seconds. The glow of the magic array began to wane, there was no doubt about it. The Horcrux had not been destroyed, Voldemort was still five hundred meters away, and Lockhart began to think of the agreed location in his mind, preparing for the apparition. Of course. First of all, we need to grab the Horcruxes.

Ten and a half seconds. Lockhart teleported more than ten meters, forcibly entered the center of the magic array where the heat had not yet dissipated, and grabbed the crown. Quickly begin to phantom shift towards the intended position.

Tenth minute 6 seconds. Voldemort was still two hundred meters away from Lockhart, and when he saw Lockhart's figure begin to spin rapidly and disappear into the void, he could only fire a spell at Lockhart.

Eleventh second. Lockhart knew he had been hit by Voldemort's spell, and if he was prepared, he would have been able to block the blow unscathed, but if he did, he would never have had a chance to leave.

Because of the beginning of the illusion shift, the protective magic on the body will be disturbed by the spatial magic, and it is estimated that it will not have much effect. But the damage caused by the instantaneous spell couldn't have killed him instantly, and he had already managed to enter the Floo Net.

Twelfth second. He flew through the Floo net, rapidly approaching the agreed place in a state of dizziness, when his left hand, which was holding the crown, began to feel hot, and Lockhart could no longer grasp it, and let go of his hand.

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"Bang. ”

He apparitioned himself into the promised woods, threw himself on all fours, and looked up at the blue sky and the white clouds illuminated by the morning sun, and Lockhart knew he had escaped once again.

Damn, my left hand burned even more this time, and I could almost feel my wrist hurt. Lockhart smiled bitterly in his heart, trying to sit up, but suddenly his chest hurt, and when he looked down, his eyes widened instantly. The clothes on his chest had been torn by the spell, and the middle and upper parts of his chest were disemboweled, and a huge wound was rolled up, and even Bai Sensen's ribs could be seen, and even his lungs were injured.

It was unknown whether it was Voldemort's injury or if he had disturbed the apparition and caused the disintegration, and he didn't have time to be shocked by his injuries for long before he felt blood start pouring into his trachea, and he couldn't breathe!

Say, Voldemort's attack was so fierce that even his right arm was numb, and he couldn't lift it, and the magic in his body was disordered, so I am afraid that he would not be able to use magic for the time being.

A few meters away on the ground, a sudden burst of fire burst out - it was the crown horcrux that flew out of its hands, and the high temperature of nearly 1,000 degrees instantly dried and ignited the fallen leaves piled up on the ground of the woods, and the flames spread rapidly on the dry fallen leaves.

How is it possible, aren't Cyrius waiting for themselves around here, people?

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――(To be continued......)