The howling wind stopped at this moment, and Harry's figure appeared as the sand fell, the invisibility cloak was suitable for unknowing, although Voldemort's vision was blocked at the time, there were only a few things that could make a wizard disappear, for Voldemort, it was not difficult to guess.

"You're even more stupid than I thought you would be safe with that cloak on?"

"I'm tired of playing, Potter."

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone, surrender to imprint my emblem at my feet, and maybe I can spare your life."

Some of the obstructive demon centurions were trapped by Voldemort in a sphere made of viscous mud, he used clear water like a spring to attract water, mixed with the soil under the floor to make a pure natural mud trap without magic, the passive of the demon to absorb magic is useless for such non-magic traps, in the long millennium war, the wizard who has been the dominant party has studied the demon quite deeply, this little trick Voldemort knows a lot.

Harry gritted his teeth in silence, his eyes squinted slightly without saying a word, after chewing the Philosopher's Stone in one gulp, the changes in his body were almost earth-shattering, there was a magical ability that traveled within him, and then merged into every corner of his body along the veins of magic, but to Harry's surprise, he didn't seem to feel anything very special.

His strength has not been strengthened, what he feels is that the beating of the magic heart has become much slower than before, and the magic heart that beats almost once every fifteen seconds has almost restored the magic flow rate in his body to the normal level, if he still uses ebony to cast spells, the increase in ebony spells will probably increase by 1.6 times to 2.2 times the mana consumption, which is not much different from the previous 1.5 to 2.0.

There might have been other changes, but in this rush of time, Harry didn't have time to explore them a little bit.

"You want the Philosopher's Stone, don't you?"

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

"I'm sorry, the Philosopher's Stone is gone."

"Who told me that I couldn't call for help, when I had to rely on myself, even if I didn't want to, I had to make a choice."

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

"Here's the Philosopher's Stone you want."

Harry patted himself on the stomach and smiled a friendly smile.

"It tastes a little prickly, and it tastes bad, but it's much better than potions, and it's something you can swallow."

"The only regret is that the forty-nine effects of the Philosopher's Stone written by Nicolame do not seem to be so accurate, I overestimated the strengthening of the Philosopher's Stone on my body, and I don't seem to be able to get the power I expected."

Once again, the pure black human form was reunited, and the previously restrained dark power of chaos overflowed from Harry's body, this pure chaos evil was born from Harry's will to hypnotize himself and deny that this world was real.

The root of what it constitutes is the mad spiritual will that transcends the limits of the ethical order of good and evil, a special kind of magic born after being 'polluted' and 'impregnated' with the magic of nature, and in essence, this power is no different from the magic in the body of a wizard.

But this power is not lasting, and when he hypnotized himself for the second time, Harry understood that he could not fool himself for the third time, this world was real, it was real to him, it was not the virtual world of the game, it was the real world of flesh and blood, and he had lived for nearly twelve years.

This chaotic evil is rootless water, and Harry, who can no longer fool himself, can no longer channel the madness and unscrupulousness that belongs to the Fourth Calamity.

"It's the last struggle."

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

Harry pouted and smiled at the red liquid that had gathered in the holes in the ground, but even if the eleven ten-captain demons were drained, they wouldn't be able to soak all of the ground here.

"Whether it's your blood or mine."

"At least dye it red, and let Professor Grindelwald witness the final, bloody river!"

"Shadowless!"

The black and evil human form pounced on Harry's body in an instant, as if wearing a layer of pitch-black armor, Harry was wrapped in dark magic and looked more like the dark lord than Voldemort opposite him, with the roar of the magic explosion, the dark blade flew out of the ebony black muzzle, and the dark blade like the scythe of death cut through the air and cut through the dust.

The razor-sharp magic ignored the thin silver shield that Voldemort had created in order to save his magic power under the blessing of ebony, Voldemort did not guess the power of the ebony, and a touch of astonishment appeared on his face, under Voldemort's incredulous gaze, the pitch-black blade seemed to cross space, and when he wanted to avoid it, there was not enough time to allow him to complete everything.

The shattered black mist showed Voldemort's embarrassment at this time, and the dark blade that passed through him didn't seem to cause any damage to the scattered mist, but a miserable howl couldn't be faked.

Voldemort was a void of dark magic, and he had constructed his temporary body out of dark magic, almost identical to the Dementors in the previous room.

Needless to say, the black fog that dissipated a fifth in an instant meant nothing, but the scream and howl caused Harry to ignite a nameless fire at this moment.

"Blood! What about your blood! ”

What Grindelwald wants to witness is a scene of rivers of blood, Voldemort, who is an illusory and has no flesh and blood, naturally cannot contribute a single cent, if the final result of the prophecy is that his own blood is covered in the ground, then death will not become his own end?

"Since there is only one between us."

Harry, who remembered Trelawney's prophecy, held out his right hand, "White tusks are flying. ”

He gripped his black and white gun.

"Since both prophecies point to you and me, if I kill you first and finish the first prophecy, then without the moment of your existence, the second prophecy will not exist, right?"

"Professor Grindelwald, is this my card fate bug?"

The black blade covered the space in front of him in an instant, and the white ivory wantonly vented the seemingly infinite darkness, and in front of the pitch-black knife curtain, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed with a vicious light.

"Kill him for me!"

The mud cage crumbles at this moment, and the demon centurion, who was used as a shield by Voldemort, embraces freedom again, and this fearless giant marches forward against the rain curtain of dark blades, the magic that cannot kill it is the nourishment for its growth, the demons from the abyss feed on magic, and in front of it, a sumptuous feast is being delivered to the door.

Scarlet blood splattered - a strange sweetness filled the air.

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Well,There's still a chapter left.,I can only make it up tomorrow.,The end I thought before I felt a little inappropriate after writing it.,So I deleted and redesigned.,It took a lot of time.,It should have been able to write two more at about three o'clock.,But now I'm sorry.,3:40 I have to go to bed.,I have to go to work tomorrow.。

(End of chapter)