hp lord of the rings still time

Chapter 207 Destroy 2

"Damn you! A bunch of scum!" Voldemort roared and waved his wand, a black flame hit Kleist and the others.

Kleist stepped forward, without even using his wand, and stretched out his hand to release the magic, freezing Voldemort's flames.But Voldemort reacted very quickly and immediately used a spell to attack. Kleist and the little wizards separated to fight separately. She only needed to concentrate on dealing with Voldemort, and the rest was naturally for the little wizards.

Voldemort shot the spell with good accuracy, but it's a pity that Kleist's speed was faster. She easily avoided many obstacles and jumped in front of Voldemort, punched him quickly and accurately, and then retreated.Voldemort, whose face was distorted by the beating, became more and more vicious, and his red eyes glowed with bloodlust.Black magic attacks like Kleist one after another.Kleist Kleist actually repeated the same trick here, and punched Voldemort again, and hit him harder here, and he fell to the side.And Kleist fled to another place here, seemingly waiting for Voldemort's continued attack.At this time, even a fool can see that this is teasing a cat!

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Voldemort was extremely angry, his chest heaved rapidly, he roared loudly, and continued to attack Kleist, "Avada!"

For Voldemort's curse, Kleist certainly would not fight back head-on. Kleist could indeed feel that the Lord of the Rings had enhanced his magic power, but at the same time, his patience and IQ were also declining simultaneously.Kleist turned around and fled around, joined the surrounding battle, and also attracted Voldemort's curse here.

The little wizards knew what Kleist was up to when they saw Kleist's behavior, and immediately cooperated to force their opponents to Kleist's side.Kleist can easily evade Voldemort's curse attack, but others are not necessarily, especially when Kleist himself intends to let them be cannon fodder, the first unknown victim appears. When Lester passed him, he simply pushed him, using him to fend off Voldemort's attack.

After a flash of green light, his stiff body fell down, and Voldemort was suddenly a little dazed, but Kleist laughed arrogantly: "You can't! You will always be my defeat!"

"Shut up!" Voldemort roared and threw out a stronger spell, and this time someone fell to the ground in response. In an instant, Voldemort's Death Eaters didn't even dare to resist anymore, being attacked by these scavengers. Many injuries, but their master can kill them.

But Voldemort, who was burning with anger, didn't care about this, he roared: "Attack me and kill them all!"

Some people had no choice but to raise their wands to continue fighting because of his lust, while other cunning people began to fall down with purposeful injuries.

Now that the opponent has fear, it is much easier to fight, especially those who are good at close combat like Ella Smith and Frank Barton, and use weapons to attack, the effect is more obvious. They are responsible for fighting in the front, and their companions in the rear help them cover , it's a breeze to pick up wizards who are half-crippled without their wands.

The battle was one-sided, and Kleist had been distracting Voldemort's attention. When Voldemort reacted, no one could stand by his side, and most of them fell to the ground clutching their wounds and moaning.Those who were subdued, except for the wizards who had already fallen to them, all had their wands confiscated, and then they were bound by the magic restraint lock invented by Ranrisa Bullstrode, and they were thrown aside and could not move.

Voldemort never pinned his hopes on those Death Eaters. From the beginning to the end, he only had Kleist's figure in his eyes. Her voice and her movements were all deeply imprinted in his mind, waiting to be killed. Only by killing her and torturing her can he release his pain and anger.Voldemort sneered and continued to attack Kleist.

This time, Kleist didn't dodge anymore, she raised her wand and started to fight back like a wizard.

"That's right, it should be like this, this is a duel between wizards!"

This is indeed a battle between two people. The little wizards have already withdrawn from the battle. After the death eaters were knocked down, they guarded them and stopped around them, paying attention to the battle between Kleist and Voldemort to prevent anyone from taking advantage of them. However, they all knew that since the dark creatures were taken away by the Holy See after the Triwizard Tournament, no werewolves or vampires had contacted Voldemort, and there were no traces of vampires in almost the entire UK.And the main reason they didn't join the battle is still about the Lord of the Rings. Although it seems that Kleist has the upper hand now, it is still unknown whether Voldemort has used the power of the Lord of the Rings. If this is not his full strength , they will inevitably be hurt if they enter the arena rashly, and maybe they will distract Kleist's attention.

Kleist signaled the little wizards to stay away. At this moment, Voldemort knocked Kleist's wand away with a spell. No one expected that Voldemort, who had always believed in black magic, would use such a magic wand. The basic "Disarm" spell, Kleist looked at the empty right hand, ready to recall the wand, but Voldemort was one step ahead of her.

Voldemort held Kleist's wand tightly, and smiled happily: "You didn't think of it, did you? Before I knew the powerful black magic, I learned these basic magics very well." Voldemort raised Kleist's Looking at the wand carefully, he is in a good mood now, and he said slowly in a Slytherin tone: "It's really a special wand, even if it's metal, I can destroy it!" A black flame wrapped around the wand and burned.

Kleist stood there motionless, but the little wizards who knew her knew that Kleist was angry. For Kleist, this wand was far from being as simple as a rare material. The little wizards all knew The mithril used to make the wand is the dowry of the elf queen. It is one of the few things brought out from the old country. It was made by the elf king. The words on it were engraved by Thranduil. Her love was one of her most precious treasures, how could she allow others to profane it.

Kleist mobilized his whole body's magic power, came to Voldemort in lightning speed, grabbed his neck, suppressed him with another force and said in a cold voice: "It's not just a wand!" Taking back the wand in his hand, he stabbed at Voldemort, one after another, at a very fast speed, before Voldemort regained consciousness, he stabbed him no less than ten times.At this time, Kleist was angry, otherwise he would have directly chopped him off with a sword. To the wizard, this injury is really nothing.

"Tsk tsk, this is a hornet's nest!" Ella Smith stood aside and gloated.

Severus Snape folded his arms and looked helpless: "She always seems to forget that she is a witch!"

The survivors lying on the ground widened their eyes in disbelief. They didn't understand why the wizard's duel suddenly turned into an armed attack.

Just when Voldemort was about to fight back, Kleist pushed him away first. Voldemort, who was thrown aside, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his wand again. This time, Kleist clearly felt the pressure from Sauron. Power, echoing with her staff.

"Die!" A green light shot straight at Kleist, and Kleist didn't dodge it, and the hearts of the little wizards all rose.And Kleist actually used the Animagus form in an instant, and the green light brushed the scales of the silver dragon, leaving no traces. The silver dragon turned around quickly, and the huge and thick tail caught Voldemort Knocked down heavily.Ranrisa Bulstrode quickly threw the alchemy artifact and locked him.

Kleist returned to the prototype and walked forward, stepped on Voldemort's ring-wearing wrist with one foot, and said with a smile: "Some things are better returned to their original owners."

"No...it's impossible...it's mine...it's mine..." Voldemort was not reconciled, he couldn't believe why there are people in this world who are not afraid of Avada Kedavra Curse, you won't be hurt by it.He is not reconciled, unwilling to accept the reality.

Kleist squatted down, opened Voldemort's clenched fingers, unceremoniously took off the ring, and put it in the box that had been prepared. The box was covered with magic circles to ensure that its power would not leak out.After putting away the box, Kleist pinched Voldemort's cheek to make him look directly at himself and said, "Whether you want to accept it or not, your glory is over! And we must be at the helm in the future!"

"Impossible, unless you kill me, never think about it!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, stared at his bright red eyes, and said angrily.

Kleist let go of his hand and ignored him, but turned to Christopher Cooper who was standing not far away and said, "I'll leave the rest to you!"

Voldemort didn't understand what she meant, but felt that it was not a good thing. He looked in the direction Kleist was looking at, and a tall and thin figure slowly walked towards him. For some reason, it made him feel inexplicable Familiarity.

Christopher Cooper squatted beside Voldemort, opened the hood of the cloak and took off the mask, and greeted him with a friendly smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Voldemort!"

"It's you, you traitor!" Of course Voldemort knew him, Mr. Bai, a person he regarded as a confidant, but stole his Horcrux and betrayed him. Standing beside those bastards, there are no words to describe Voldemort at this moment He just looked at Christopher Cooper viciously.

"I've never been loyal. How can I talk about betrayal? I forgot to introduce myself. Christopher Cooper, who graduated from Hogwarts a year ago, is a Lacroven. We will get along as happily as before."

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort became alert. He looked at the people surrounding him, and his intuition told him that these guys must do something to him, otherwise they would not survive, just like himself, if he didn't kill them That was definitely meant to torture them.

Christopher Cooper placed the locked Voldemort, took off his shirt with his wand, and comforted him softly: "A little magic that can make us friends forever, it will be ready soon!"

"No, I refuse, don't even think about it." It's a pity that no one paid attention to his desperate roar. Frank Barton and Remus Lupine grabbed Voldemort's head and opened his mouth. The other boys suppressed His writhing body.And Kleist and the girls guarded the surrounding area.

Christopher Cooper first took out a bottle of potion that exuded a strange smell, dipped his fingers in it and drew a magic circle on Voldemort's upper body. Voldemort felt that the cold feeling of the potion on his body had surpassed the shame of being stripped , he is still struggling.Christopher Cooper aimed at Voldemort's severed mouth and slashed his wrist. The bright red blood dripped into Voldemort's mouth. He raised his wand and cast a spell at Voldemort. The spell was very long, and Christopher Cooper spoke very slowly. , and Voldemort felt that his whole body was hot, and his soul was in unbearable pain, more painful than when he was refining the Horcrux before, but after the pain, he felt a kind of joy that he had never experienced before, as if listening to When it came to the Gita from the gods, his body became ethereal, but then, he felt another sharp pain in his body, especially his neck, which felt a suffocating feeling of being pinched, but it disappeared quickly .He opened his eyes suddenly and found that the shackles on his body had been untied. He hurriedly grabbed his wand and pointed it at Christopher Cooper, and shouted the spell, but found that there was no magic power. He tried again, but it was the same.

"This is impossible, this is impossible, what about my magic power, what have you guys done..."

"Your magic power is still there!" It was Lily Evans who answered him, and she continued, "It's only temporarily sealed. As for what you want to do in the future, it depends on Christopher's decision!"

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice, looking at the front man who was sitting on the side with a pale face and not speaking.

"It's not interesting, you will know later, now, come with us!" Christopher Cooper stood up, he was a little exhausted, and leaned against Frank Konbotton's side, letting him support himself.

"Let me follow you? I don't even know who you are?" Voldemort's vicious eyes swept across the crowd.

At this point, there was indeed nothing to hide. The little wizards tore off their hoods and masks one by one.Voldemort's eyes swept over their young faces one by one. Looking at a few familiar faces, he couldn't help sneering again and again. No wonder he never responded to the solicitation letters he sent to Hogwarts. He thought it was Dumbledore who did it. Ghost, it turned out that the people who had been against him from the beginning to the end were these young people who had just graduated in front of him.He looked at Christopher Cooper and asked: "All of this was a scam from the beginning, did you plan it long ago?"

Christopher Cooper raised his eyebrows, and replied indifferently: "What do you think? Is a lunatic who sliced ​​his own soul worthy of our attention? However, you are really useful!" At least from now on, the wizarding world will be peaceful for a while up.

Kleist didn't want to waste any more time, "Frank, deal with these guys as we said before, we should go back!" After finishing speaking, he left first.

Kleist's Cooper looked at Voldemort and smiled: "Our Highness is still angry, your good days are over!"