novelraw Chapter 198 Collecting Souls (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 198 Collecting Souls (Catching Bugs)
"Send me back!" Sirius tightened his grip on Constantine's collar with such strength that he could strangle someone.
"I can't do it." Constantine shook his head, "Unlike 12 Grimmauld Place, the Ministry of Magic has no close blood relationship with you. My ordinary magic circle has been sealed."
"No matter what, you shouldn't take me away! What do you think, only Harley and Zatanna are here now!" Sirius broke down and shouted.
"You beat like a madman," Constantine wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "like a madman trying to commit suicide."
He slapped Sirius' hand off his collar, "I've never understood the devotion of you guys - you want to die there for your goddaughter, you can't ask for it. Because it makes you miserable Guilty relief. Do you dare to deny it?"
Sirius didn't speak, but just stared at him, as if he was about to throw his fist again in the next second.
Constantine didn't intend to just let him go, "It's been 13 years, Blake, I don't know the culture of your so-called 'official' wizards, but in the eyes of us 'heretics', you are a coward— —Life is so fucking fucked up, you either hold on, or find a corner where there is no one to kill yourself, so that everyone can be clean, don’t try to make yourself great by meaningless sacrifices.”
"Whether you are responsible for your friend's death or not depends on history and Harley to decide. It's not up to you to decide, let alone write it off just because you wanted to die in front of Harley."
"This is the sin of your life, and you need to use your entire life to pay it back slowly," Constantine leaned closer to Sirius, pulled the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a smirk, "Slap and burp, and it's all over? You think it's good .”
He ignored the long-haired wizard in front of him with a dull expression.
Shaking the collar of his windbreaker, Constantine began to casually walk towards the dark porch of the old house, and even bumped Sirius on the shoulder indifferently as he passed by.
The portrait of the old Mrs. Black has been awakened by the loud noise of the two falling to the ground and the subsequent dispute, and is swearing heart-piercingly.
Constantine acted as if he hadn't heard——
"I'm not your psychiatrist, and you didn't pay me," he walked to the door and put his hand on the lock, "We didn't recruit you because of Batman's orders—I'm not that obedient— It's because you are indeed useful to us. And if you continue like this and want to die from time to time? I will definitely fire you without hesitation."
Sirius clenched his fists and let out a long sigh of relief. He would never admit that Constantine hit his weak spot...
"Now? You just leave Harley and Zha with peace of mind?"
"Oh, I'm not worried about it at all, the dead are still there," Constantine shrugged, "Don't underestimate our two girls."
"I can't stand by like you," said Sirius. "I'm going to inform Dumbledore."
"If he can get away, he's already here, use your brains, big dog."
"What do you mean..." Sirius frowned tightly, and the embarrassment and panic caused by being exposed by Constantine were all pushed aside by worry, "There is also a crisis at Hogwarts at this time?"
"Don't even think about the option of going to Hogwarts to help, unless you must ensure that you go to prison," Constantine has already started to turn the door lock, "I'm going to have a drink, and come to me when Zha finishes packing, Are you together?"
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At this time, in the Ministry of Magic.
Voldemort stopped halfway through his Kedavra curse when Harry Potter suddenly staggered into the spot where Black had been standing.
The desire/desire to kill the mortal enemy now gave way to the eagerness for the prophecy ball.
Before he understands the content of the prophecy, he will not act rashly again, because this trash-like mortal enemy in front of him seems to have some kind of resurrection method—more perfect than his own, for example, it can eliminate the soul piece on his forehead... …
Moreover, the prophecy ball is still somewhere on her body, he can wait until he gets the prophecy ball, and then slowly enjoy the pleasure/feeling of killing a powerful enemy.
"Hand over the Prophecy Ball, Potter." He held out a long, thin finger to Potter.
Harry nervously stood firm on the rubble, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Zatanna had just thrown the last standing Death Eater into the air, and Carlo, controlled by the dead, was quietly approaching Voldemort.
She licked her lips and clenched the wand and knives in her hands. No matter what Zatanna and the dead man planned to do, she would buy time for them, "You have made so much preparation for such a small Ball?" She chuckled, "You want to hear how you perished?"
Voldemort lost his patience—
"The prophecy ball is coming!"
"Armor protection!"
Thanks to the timely reaction, the small glass ball was blocked back a second before it left her pocket.
Voldemort was even angrier, and as he advanced, Harry backed away over the rubble.
"Let me tell you, I knew the complete prophecy when I was 8 years old." Harley continued.
"Don't waste my time, Potter," hissed Voldemort, "you'll beg me to kill you, I can assure you."
Harry stood still, held up the small glass ball, and looked directly into Voldemort's red eyes, "You want to prophesy? Yes, I will satisfy you."
She slammed the orb of prophecy onto the rubble.
Voldemort's eyes widened as the prophecy ball exploded between the two of them.
A milky white figure whose eyes were magnified many times by the lens rose into the air.To Harry's slight surprise, this was actually Professor Trelawney, whom she had always regarded as an old liar.She said in a low, husky voice that Harry had never heard before—
"He who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord walks in... born to the family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July... the Dark Lord will mark him as his great enemy, but he will have the Dark Lord no less The power to know...one of them must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one shall survive...the one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."
"Do you understand?" Harry was actually very nervous, but she tried to keep the trembling in her voice to a minimum, "Can't two people survive at the same time?"
"I died before, but I was resurrected, intact; therefore, you must be the one who died," she pulled out the samurai/sword, "Your death time has come!"
"You want to kill me with a knife?!" Voldemort roared, "Avada..."
"Binding the whole body!" Zatanna shouted the confinement magic at the same time.
Facts have proved that her ironic magic cannot imprison Voldemort for a long time, and the Dark Lord, who has extremely strong magic power, can raise his arms in the next second...
But the dead man had already floated out of Carlo's body at this time—possessed into Voldemort's body!
"Quick! Harry! Stab me!" The dead man/Voldemort waved his arms at Harry, "Use the soul grabbing knife!"
Harry froze, "No! You are still in his body, this knife may take your soul too!"
"I will escape in time!" The dead man/Voldemort was extremely anxious, "Quick! I can't control him for long!"
After getting rid of the dead man's possession, Carlo attacked Zatanna fiercely when she was controlling Voldemort, and was rushing towards Harry at this time...
Harry stood tall on the ruins of the stone bench.The situation was urgent, she couldn't take care of that much anymore, she jumped, and the warrior/soldier/sword raised a graceful arc, and slashed down hard——
She rolled over and landed, and Voldemort's head (snake head?) fell behind her.
The knife in her hand was very hot at this moment, the blade was smoking and shaking slightly, Harry didn't know whether it was because of the aftershock of the action just now, or because Voldemort's unwilling soul wanted to break the knife.
But that's not her primary concern.
"Mr. Bland, are you still there?" she asked softly.
"No! Master!" Carlo, who was left out in the cold, screamed. She raised her wand and pointed it at Harry.
But immediately, she retracted her actions.
"I'm here, Harry." The dead man apparently re-possessed Carlo, "This lady obviously needs to calm down, follow this kind of master, tsk tsk."
It turns out that the dead have a habit of saving girls in distress?
Seeing that Zatanna had struggled to stand up again, Harry's heart finally fell back from the hole in his throat - but it was pulled back again when he noticed Voldemort's body.
She was gasping for breath, and that's when she realized...she must have just killed Voldemort?
Probably too excited, too flustered, too overwhelmed... Harry just feels a blank in his mind...
Zatanna came over, took Harry into her arms, and patted her on the back.
Harry closed her eyes.
But a sharp voice interrupted the silence.
"Merlin's..." Rita Skeeter stood at the entrance of the room where the stone bench was half collapsed, her hands were pulling her hair, her red lips were so wide that it could almost stuff a whole egg, "This is the body of the mysterious man ?!"
The author has something to say:
* In Ha 5, the prophecy ball is subtly shattered in front of the male Ha and Neville - two boys who are related to the prophecy to varying degrees.We must bow down to Rowling's great ingenuity and the arrangement of the grass snake gray line.This article really can't do it, here we only take the approach of simply following the plot.
*The main soul is indeed taken into the warrior/soldier/knife (it will be resolved later), the next thing to deal with is the crown and the golden cup, the golden cup has been spoiled in the comments before, and the golden cup will be at the cost of Bella's life Resurrection, a younger, in peak condition, less crazy Voldemort will appear, this guy is the final boss.