roccoschili Chapter 194 A Different Battle
Chapter 194 A Different Battle
This series of ridicule, especially the sentence about the grave of the ancestors and Mr. Riddle, made Voldemort's already distorted facial features even more distorted.
What he hated most was being called by his last name, and what he hated most was when people mentioned his Muggle family.
The young man in front of him is obviously so weak, and he obviously doesn't have any magic power in his body, but why does he still look like he has the chance to win.
After feeling the majestic vitality of his body and the powerful soul ability, Voldemort directly took out his wand, pointed at the other party and said slowly while suppressing the anger in his heart as much as possible.
"Give me those two things. Our purpose is the same. We should be partners along the way."
"For my sad family, and my sad father, that has become the dust of the past, yes I killed him."
"Including all other members of this family, I sent them to another world with my own hands. They don't deserve the same blood as me."
"Only I can inherit Slytherin's heritage and lineage in this world. I am the inheritor of Slytherin. No one can compare with me."
When saying this passage, Voldemort controlled his emotions very well at the beginning, but as he went on, his emotions became more and more out of control.
The voice gradually became high-pitched and finally turned into a roar, and looking at the magic wand pointed at him, Augustus felt extremely disappointed, and he threw two transparent glass bottles to the other party.
Those glass bottles are all made of blue crystal, with intricate magic patterns engraved on them, and inside the glass bottles are two continuously distorted black smoke.
After throwing the two glass bottles at Voldemort, Augustus carefully stored the crown and the gold cup, rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and said slowly.
"I have already extracted your soul, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, both ladies are very respectable."
"Your soul has stained the glory of the two colleges, I will return it to you, and we don't need to make any more polite remarks, the sky will be dawn soon."
"I still need to submit two videos, put them in Paris for others to watch, absorb those two souls, and see you in full form."
"Is there any possibility to defeat me now?"
But Voldemort, who caught the two crystal glass bottles, only felt that his sun rays were constantly agitating, and an unprecedented anger appeared in his heart.
This is a feeling of being slapped in the face in public. In fact, he has been afraid of Augustus in his heart, and he has set up all kinds of traps.
Even leading the opponent here is to set up a super-large-scale limited magic circle in advance to suppress the opponent's seemingly inexhaustible magic power.
He sent his most loyal men to die with a group of people who could have helped him rule the British wizarding world, because he had an unreal illusion that the other party would put two things in Hogwarts.
In this way, I can avoid direct conflict with the other party, including being parasitic in the body of that guy Cornelius Fudge, just to avoid being directly killed by the other party before I regain my new life.
The purpose of all these, in the final analysis, is the fear in his heart. He began to be afraid, afraid of this seemingly omnipotent young man.
He is afraid of the incomprehensible horror magic of the other party, but this fear has been well hidden by him, and almost no one has noticed it.
Except for this client, this young man completely shattered Voldemort's hard-earned self-esteem with this almost humiliating behavior.
This easily obtained soul was the greatest humiliation to him, the Dark Lord.
Augustus, who had already tidied up his sleeves and turned his whole body into a capable body, looked at Voldemort's constantly changing expression, and did not directly take out his elder wand.
Indeed, as Voldemort had detected, the magic-limiting array he set up did have a certain effect, and the magic power in Augustus' body had indeed been exhausted.
He was indeed unable to cast any decent magic anymore, so the purpose of doing this was to let the other party run away without fear.
But judging from the other party's expression now, the other party should not run away anymore, after all, Slytherin's blood should be a little bloody.
Augustus took out his long-lost crystal wand, which was made of metal and a very strange alchemy material.
It has an unusual desire for blood with the magical power of the fire element, and Augustus also discovered this characteristic of the other party in an accidental experiment.
Thus, it is completely clear what this weird wand is. He should not be called a magic wand or a magic wand.
It is a weapon through and through, a sacrificial knife used in ancient Egyptian law to complete the sacrifice of the sun god.
Holding the red crystal magic wand in his right hand, he swiped hard on his left palm, blood shining with golden light flowed out from the wound.
Augustus grabbed the red crystal wand with his injured left hand, and stroked it gently from bottom to top. The golden blood immediately wrapped the red crystal wand.
After feeling the magic power of the blood, the red crystal wand immediately produced a huge change. The two cross-rotating metals seemed to come alive.
A series of sharp metal barbs appeared on the top of the wand, and the gaps between the barbs greedily absorbed all the blood.
After absorbing the blood rich in the magic power of the fire element, the red crystal in the center of the wand began to emit extremely dazzling light.
And those metals that were full of energy started to move even more frantically, and they began to arrange and combine automatically.
In the end, the whole wand turned into a very characteristic Canaanite sickle sword. Augustus turned this light and deadly weapon with a slight twist of his wrist.
Caressing the barbed blade that was as sharp as a razor, feeling the heat from this weapon, as well as the opponent's constant desire for blood.
But Voldemort, who was standing opposite Augustus, felt even more angry at this moment. He looked at the young man in front of him.
Looking at the strange weapon in the opponent's hand, he said with extreme disdain.
"Your strange gadgets are okay to deal with those ordinary people. Are you going to use this in the battle between us?"
"It seems that I am really underestimated. Some people have forgotten what kind of existence I am in this place."
And just when the other party wanted to continue talking nonsense, Augustus's body had already started to move, and he first rushed forward suddenly.
He put his body half a step away from Voldemort, then rotated the sickle-shaped sword in his hand, using the recurved back of the blade on both sides.
He hoped that with this assault, he could directly cut Voldemort's throat completely open with the unique hook of the sickle sword.