Chapter Ninety-Eight: What Dark Lord? Isn't it fragrant to hug this fair thigh?
Hallie stared indifferently at the place where Voldemort had fallen into the ground, and the black flames silently spread out behind him.
Voldemort was still buried in loess and rubble at this time, and there was no movement.
As for the Death Eaters, none of the Death Eaters standing here right now can be said to be loyal.
The Death Eaters who were really at the center of Voldemort's stay were either still lying in Azkaban or had gone to see Merlin.
Although there was no communication, everyone had a consensus in their hearts:
Whoever wins immediately kneels to whomever he wants! As long as it is the winner who kneels and licks, then there is no shame in yourself!
Lucius Malfoy Sr. even made a calculation in his mind:
"Draco and Harry Potter are in the same class, and Draco is a little older than her."
In other words...... Harry Potter is only fourteen years old and can fight the Dark Lord? β
"Hiss......"
Lucius suddenly felt that he had found a brand new thigh, what kind of Dark Lord did he kneel and lick? Is it bad to kneel and lick Harley Potter?
Even if Harry Potter was ultimately defeated by the Dark Lord in this duel, at least there would be no problem in escaping based on the strength she had shown before.
And she's still so young, it's a sure thing to surpass the Dark Lord in the future.
Moreover, Harley is still the only heir to the ancient pure-blood of the Potter family, and her godfather, Sirius Black, has no descendants, and the Black family must be left to Harley.
has good looks, strength, and financial resources, and more importantly, there are no parents and relatives...... In Lucius's eyes, Harry Potter was a sweetheart.
All of a sudden, a bold thought popped into Lucius's mind: wouldn't it be nice to just let Draco get Harley in his hands?
With Harry's talent, the strength inherited by the descendants of the Malfoy family will definitely not be far behind.
And he can also make a lot of gold gallons, and he can get a huge super backer, and he will go sideways in the wizarding world from then on.
When the time comes, what Dark Lord? Are you still afraid of the Dark Lord? How old is he, the Dark Lord?
The more Lucius Sr. thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was feasible.
And many of the Death Eaters around them with their heads bowed also thought of this incident, and thought of the children of their own family who were more suitable for their age.
The atmosphere at the scene inexplicably began to become weird, making people feel confused.
However, this atmosphere was broken within a few minutes.
In the place where Voldemort had previously been lying, there was a sudden roar.
The rocks pierced the air, the yellow sand covered the sky, and Voldemort walked out of it barefoot.
His robes hung uncharacteristically at his sides, and his feet remained relatively still, unaffected by the flying sand and rocks.
"Very well, very well," Voldemort said with a nod at Harry, in a cold voice mixed with the hiss of snakes,
"I didn't expect that the immortal girl, Dumbledore's beloved apprentice, would be able to use such a standard Diamond Heart Charm and Imperius Charm!"
"It's a pity that it didn't work for me, I did so much to my body, especially my brain."
"If even the ordinary Heart Drilling Curse and the Imperius Curse can't resist it, then what is all this pain I am suffering?"
"Benevolent Voldemort has already given you a chance. Now, it's my turn! β
I didn't see any big movement from Voldemort, he just waved his wand lightly.
In an instant, countless boulders seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and suspended in mid-air.
Voldemort chose the location of his resurrection next to his father's grave, near the village of Little Hangleton, the hometown of his father, Tom Riddle Sr.
The village itself is located between two steep hillsides and is surrounded by rocks, making it the best place to get stone.
"Come on, it's not enough to just attack." Voldemort gracefully flipped his wrist and gently lowered the wand in his hand,
"Let the Dark Lord give you a hands-on lesson called Magical Defence, Harry Potter! Tuition is your life! β
The boulder in mid-air followed Voldemort's guidance and smashed towards Harley in unison.
Harley flicked her wand expressionlessly, and just used magic, and one after another smashing and exploding spells came up to her face, smashing the boulder into countless pieces.
Voldemort sneered and shook his head, drawing a circle with his wand.
The stone fragments were pulled by magic and turned into stone spears, as if they no longer wanted to stone Harley to death, but to crucify her to the ground.
This time, Harley didn't seem to react, or gave up her resistance and didn't use any spells.
In full view of everyone, countless stone spears pierced her body, nailing it to the ground.
But no blood flowed out, and no corpses flew.
At this time, "Hallie" slowly shattered like glass, and finally exploded, forming countless crystal clear fine broken lenses.
An invisible wind blew, and the lenses spread out, each one shimmering with a faint green light.
Although we all know that the "Harry Potter" who fell just now is not dead, and it may not even be a real person, just an image.
After all, something was wrong when she fell, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a problem.
But that didn't stop the Death Eaters from cheering and applauding desperately, congratulating the Dark Lord on his feat.
Voldemort also laughed wildly:
"Harry Potter, where did you flee to? Why don't you dare to continue to fight me head-on? β
"Weren't you arrogant before? Now you don't have to rely on magic to hold your head and run away! β
As he roared, Voldemort waved his wand like a symphony commander.
Pitch-black and deep flames began to rise, encircling Voldemort.
He didn't care about the use of the fire, and the fire he summoned was fierce. More and more, and began to take on the shape of a beast.
Fire Serpent, Fire Dragon, Flame Man-headed Sphinx Manticore...... All kinds of ordinary beasts and magical beasts appeared one by one in the flames.
A few flames quickly condensed into a fire eagle and flew high into the air, allowing the flames to hover low in the sky.
At the same time, behind Voldemort, there is a faint raging tornado taking shape.
The scattered flames continue to merge into the tornado, making the tornado even more eerie.
But for some reason, there was no movement in the small Hange village in the distance, and it seemed that no anomaly was found here.
No, to be precise, there's no way they're going to spot an anomaly here.
Because I don't know when, the moon and stars have disappeared in the sky above the fierce fire, and the entire cemetery is surrounded by the deepest darkness.
The Death Eaters were still cheering, but their bodies were honestβ
They had retreated to the edge of the cemetery in fear, trying to hide their figures.
Obviously, the Death Eaters have clearly understood one thing, this battle is not something that their own group of doglegs can participate in.
A few Death Eaters who are not very good at their brains even want to apparition and escape from here.
It's just a pity that they didn't succeed.
The deep darkness that enveloped the cemetery and the surrounding forest seemed to have the ability to block the apparitions from appearing, forcibly holding the Death Eaters back.
I don't know when, this place has been locked down.
Voldemort was still laughing wildly, ignoring the visions around him as nothing, and continued to grow in flames.
At the same time, Voldemort began to slowly move in the direction Harley had been standing on, with a steady gait, each step with a sense of rhythm.
There were also two fiery snakes wrapped around his feet, but the fierce fire did not dare to hurt his master in the slightest.
However, the flames seemed to have overrestrained their ferocity, and even the ground did not seem to be eroded by them.
A slender figure suddenly began to coalesce not far in front of Voldemort, quickly taking shape.
Hallie was still wearing the same evening dress as before, with the same white silk gloves and white stockings, and the same high heels adorned with ornaments.
"Oh, Senior Riddle, you seem to have a great gift for me?"
Hallie's tone was unusually cheerful, even faintly excited,
"I didn't expect you to prepare such a generous gift!"
"Oh?" Voldemort's face was full of evil smiles, but the depths of the red snake pupils were clear and calm,
"What? Don't like the fire? Doesn't I remember that you've always liked to use a black flame that resembles a powerful fire? β
"Huh...... I'm not talking about this gift. β
Even though the flames had already come to Harry's side first, a fiery snake even dared to coil around the soles of Harry's feet, spitting letters.
But Harley still turned a blind eye to them, as if they were just chickens and dogs.
"I wanted to encroach on this place and make it my home turf."
"I didn't expect Senior Riddle to have laid a trap here in advance, and it was still such a vicious trap."
"It's really sad."
As she spoke, a sad expression appeared on Hallie's face, as if she was about to burst into tears.
Voldemort was definitely unmoved, but faintly serious: "It seems that you found the last gift I prepared for you." β
"At first I didn't even think I would get a chance to give this gift, but you didn't expect you to find it yourself before I gave it to you."
"Yes, yes, worthy of my opponent. Now, you are entitled to be taken seriously by the greatest wizard in the world, the Dark Lord Lord Lord Voldemort. β
"Thank you for your high praise, dear Senior Riddle." "Hallie"'s body faintly faded a little,
"Please allow the junior sister to ask a little more, can you tell me where you found the raw materials for this death-related trap?"
"It's really important to your dear junior."
"Important?" Voldemort raised his wand slightly, "Of course I can tell you, Harry Potter!" β
"If you only have your soul left, of course I can imprison your soul by my side, and slowly tell you these stories while burning them with flames!"
The fire exploded in an instant, spreading in all directions, and "Harley" was reduced to foam and shards as before.
But Hallie's voice still echoed in the sky,
"Wow, senior, you're really cruel. But I'll give you the same words as well. β
"If you die, I won't dislike your filthy soul. Please forgive me for slowly channeling to you and distilling the information I need. β
In the sky, a large dark cloud that had been hidden in the deep darkness suddenly broke through, and the pouring rain poured down.
At the same time, a large amount of lightning brewed in the clouds, slashing at Voldemort from mid-air.
"Carving insect skills, the powerlessness of the ants is just a struggle!"
Voldemort sneered, and his wand was raised.
Countless fiery beasts rose into the air, colliding with the thunder and lightning, and causing bursts of explosions.
And the fiery tornado, which had been formed for a long time, took off in an instant, and rushed directly into the clouds.
The dark blue aura seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and suddenly spread.
The clouds turned directly into huge blocks of ice, and the fierce fire tornado had no room for struggle, so it was directly annihilated in it.
Voldemort raised his non-existent eyebrows and tapped his wand slightly.
The huge ice cube that had been smashed down was instantly split into four pieces and landed around him.
There was a gust of wind as the ice hit the ground, but Voldemort stood firmly between the four ice blocks, not even the corners of his clothes being blown by the wind.
"Very good, very good," Voldemort nodded, "Harry Potter, you are indeed not weak. β
"Look, I do need to take out the gift that I prepared for you in advance."
Voldemort raised his hand instantly, and a black mark exploded in midair, and the dark green skull stuck out its tongue, still so eerie and terrifying.
Not far away, there was a sudden commotion in the forest shrouded in darkness, and a full moon inexplicably appeared in the sky.
However, the full moon was not the same red moon that Harley had ever seen, and the white moon now, but shimmered green like the skull next to it.
"Wow~~!"
A long wolf howl sounded, and countless werewolves rushed out of the Forbidden Forest in an instant.
They have blood-red eyes, run on all fours, and howl incessantly.
And goblins suddenly appeared behind countless tombstones.
The goblins wore Gringotts' German and French branch style clothes, spoke German and French, and even had inferior second-hand wands.
However, the goblins seem to be like werewolves, and their usual cunning eyes are now full of drunkenness and confusion, and they seem to be a little delirious.
In an instant, countless spells flew towards Harry, and the spells of these fairy systems were more difficult and strange than ordinary wizard spells, and they were difficult to guard against.
But Harley frowned instead, clearly a little unhappy with the gifts.
She raised her hand slightly, and a faint blue aura enveloped the entire cemetery in an instant.
The werewolf's progress stopped instantly, and the spell was frozen in mid-air.
Raiden reappeared with the "Man-Made Disaster" ability and hit the elves and werewolves with precision.
The creatures didn't make any more movements, and they fell to the ground in an instant.
The scene was a little awkward for a while.
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(End of chapter)