vncnus Chapter 235 Killing the Remnants: Harry Sees Invincibility
Chapter 235 Killing the Remnants: Harry Sees Invincibility
Chapter 235 Killing the Remnants: Harry Sees Invincibility
Picking up where we left off, the leaders of the Boxers, the Vigilantes, and the Death Eaters dispersed, and the scene inside and outside Hogwarts Castle changed.
The castle was littered with corpses, and the smoke of battle still lingered. The Death Eaters, completely disregarding their own lives, continued to fight the students relentlessly.
Wherever the evil curse passed, bricks and stones shattered, and screams of agony filled the air—a fierce battle between life and death.
Outside the castle, another danger lurked. A hundred or so Death Eaters formed a dark circle, trapping Hermione in the center.
Those Death Eaters were chattering away, whispering in each other's ears and exchanging knowing glances, talking about nothing but skinning and dismembering.
"Kill her and take her back."
"No, Master said she had to live. I think one Soul-Stealing Curse will be enough—"
"This woman doesn't look like she's easy to catch."
The Death Eaters were chattering away, making a huge commotion. Rozier, who was hiding in the crowd in shapeshifting form, was also subtly fanning the flames, making the situation even more chaotic.
Bellatrix, sitting in the front row, grew increasingly annoyed. She abruptly turned around, pointed her wand at the loudest ones, and snapped, "Shut up!"
The Death Eaters knew that Bella was like a mad tiger, and none of them dared to stroke her whiskers. In an instant, they all fell silent.
Bella held her wand upside down and strode forward. She glanced at Hermione for a moment, then suddenly laughed contemptuously, "I remember you. You're the Mudblood I almost killed that night at the Quidditch World Cup."
"Always following that stupid, bastard Potter who was destined to die at his master's hands."
"But he's not with you today—oh, little one, how are you going to face all of us, hundreds of us?"
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"If your progress this year has amounted to nothing more than being able to withstand a few moves from your master, I suggest you kneel down obediently and come lick my feet right now!"
Bella let out another shrill laugh, and the Death Eaters around her immediately responded in a cacophony of cheers, as if on cue.
The laughter was uneven, some like the hooting of owls on withered trees, some like the howling of hungry wolves on desolate hills, and some like the wailing of ghosts, stirring up a chilling wind and dimming the sun and moon.
Ordinary people, upon hearing this, would surely feel their souls leave their bodies, as if they had stumbled into a mountain of corpses and encountered a horde of sentient walking corpses.
Hermione, however, seemed oblivious, staring blankly into the distance, lost in thought about Voldemort's hands reshaping her body.
That magic that creates bodies isn't without limitations; Harry showed me his memories—
Voldemort needs human tissue or bodily fluids as a medium —
I have to destroy their bodies.
In an instant, all the bitterness of the past surged into my heart.
He cast a curse upon himself and suffered abuse; his employer beat him; he was trapped underground at the wrong ball; his magic was so weak he could hardly grasp the secrets.
One case after another, like a revolving lantern.
Hermione felt a surge of anger rising within her, churning her insides, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Suddenly, she uttered, "San Avada Kedavra!"
As soon as the incantation ended, a wisp of green smoke shot out from between his lips and teeth.
The smoke was initially no bigger than a human head, but within three or five breaths, it spread and extended as if it were alive.
It rolled and tumbled, first swallowing up the area three to five feet in radius beneath its feet, then surging outwards like a miasma, hissing and gushing, much like the ancient, gloomy aura of a thousand-year-old corpse in an ancient tomb.
Bella, a seasoned veteran, noticed the strange appearance of the emerald mist and her alarm bells rang.
Without further hesitation, he flicked his wand and cast a Death Spell straight at Hermione's face.
"You bastard! You think you can fool me with your tricks!"
Hermione casually drew a circle on the ground with one finger, "All curses end."
As soon as the incantation ended, the circle instantly transformed into an invisible and intangible barrier of magical power.
The Soul-Stealing Curse struck, but before it could make a sound, it vanished without a trace.
Taking advantage of this moment, the green mist spread out for another dozen steps, heading straight for the Death Eaters.
As it surged and spread, a Death Eater, emboldened by his own courage, leaned forward and inhaled a deep breath of mist.
Unexpectedly, with just this one breath, his eyes immediately went blank, and with a "thud," he fell backward to the ground, dead.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Death Eaters were terrified, letting out a scream: "This is the Killing Curse! It's a Killing Curse in its mist form!"
After shouting, they each raised their magic wands, chanted incantations, and shot the spells.
However, Hermione is no longer the same as before. Since becoming one with the Elder Wand, the vast magic power within the wand has been flowing through her meridians, inexhaustible.
As the cursed light approached, Hermione neither dodged nor avoided it; the invisible barrier in front of her suddenly shone brightly.
No matter what kind of spells, such as the Crushing Curse, Shattering Curse, or Stunning Curse, came at it, they all vanished like snow hitting hot iron with a series of hissing sounds.
Seeing that they couldn't break through the castle, the Death Eaters turned and fled back into it, wishing they had two more legs.
Bella and the others, who were skilled in some areas, knew their lives were in danger and quickly used teleportation to disappear without a trace.
Seeing this, Hermione didn't hesitate any longer. She took a deep breath and spat it onto the ground.
This spray had no effect; the green mist, aided by the wind, surged like the Qiantang River tide, sweeping across the vast wilderness. Truly, what began as a mere foot of land quickly covered ten miles of sky.
As the blue waves passed, the Death Eaters didn't even have time to utter a single cry of alarm before they all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Immediately afterwards, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, then spun them clockwise and counterclockwise in a single motion, shouting, "No trace of the body remains!"
When the curse was cast, the already dead corpse seemed to have all its life force drained away, its flesh collapsed and turned black, maggots poured out of its seven orifices, and then it turned into a puddle of ash.
The white bones were exposed, and with a few crisp cracking sounds, they broke into pieces. As the wind passed, they turned into powder and scattered, mixing into the soil and grass, leaving no trace.
Poems as proof:
Body emaciated, bones destroyed, soul scattered; wind sweeps away the remaining clouds, leaving no trace.
Although the demon is skilled in the arts of life and death, he cannot find even a trace of dust here.
Although the area outside the castle was cleared, the area inside remained unconquered. The students' roars, like tigers howling, and the Death Eaters' laughter, like owls croaking, could be faintly heard, as the two sides clashed in a chaotic melee.
Hermione knew that if she used that deadly miasma to enter the fortress, they would all perish.
He then spread his five fingers, making a loose clench towards Hogwarts Castle, and shouted, "All curses end!"
As the incantation ended, a powerful surge of magic erupted, overflowing the tower, flooding the corridors, and penetrating every room.
Inside the castle, the people who were locked in battle suddenly felt their bodies freeze, and no matter how much they were urged, they could no longer use their magic.
The castle was thrown into chaos.
"What's going on?! I can't use magic anymore!"
"Was it done by the mysterious man? He turned us into Muggles!"
"Wait, look, the Death Eaters are the same!"
Suddenly, a shout seemed to pour cold water into a hot stove, and the Death Eaters and the students all fell silent.
You see my wand is dim, I see your runes are not visible, and I realize that magic has suddenly disappeared from the world.
No sooner said than done! With a "whoosh," little Harry Colin had already drawn his sword.
But his tiger-like eyes widened, and he rushed to the front of the formation in one swift step, then fixed his gaze on a Death Eater and unleashed a powerful strike that split Mount Hua.
Where the sword flashed, it was like splitting a watermelon in two. Inside, the skull shattered, and specks of blood and brain matter splattered all over Colin's face and body, like a plum blossom in the snow.
The Death Eater stared wide-eyed, then fell backward with a thud.
The wizards, all of them refined men who used wands and magic, had never seen such a scene before and were all stunned. Even the Dementors stood there, motionless.
Colin's longsword was embedded in the skull, and he nearly stumbled as the body fell.
He forced back his nausea, gritted his teeth, and yanked on the sword hilt, only to find his arms too weak to muster any strength.
Unable to draw his sword, he suddenly turned around and roared hoarsely, "Attack together!"
The sound was deafening and soul-stirring. The students snapped out of their daze, tucked their wands into their belts, and drew their weapons.
All that could be heard was the clanging of weapons: some were pulling out sharp knives, some were grabbing short oak sticks, and others were dragging out axes, halberds, and sickles.
They gritted their teeth, their eyes blazing with fury, and a murderous aura surged across their faces.
"revenge!"
The Boxers shouted and charged forward. The Death Eaters, realizing the danger, hastily retreated into the corridor.
Unexpectedly, they ran into another group of men. Leading them was Nawei, who was carrying a broadsword and had bloodshot eyes. He led a dozen or so men and charged from the other end of the corridor.
They attacked from both sides, trapping the Death Eaters in the middle. But then:
With a meteor hammer strike, the skull is shattered; with a gleaming silver spear, three or five fall with a single blow. A short knife slices the soft flesh of the throat, an iron axe chops only the shoulder and leg bones. A crossbow whistles, aiming for the brow; a club sweeps across the lower body. The martial arts honed in daily practice have now become a death warrant.
The Boxers were all toughened up and physically strong over the years, while those Death Eaters only relied on magic; how could they withstand real swords and spears?
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the wailing and howling of ghosts could be heard, and they were quickly dealt with as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
After wiping the blood off their weapons, the heroes dared not delay and hurried off to provide assistance elsewhere.
As the sounds of battle faded into the distance, a wooden door in the corner of the corridor creaked open, revealing a crack.
A bulging toad eye peeked out from the crack, looking around nervously.
His eyes swept over the mess on the ground and instantly became fixed.
Inside the house, Fudge saw Umbridge sticking out his buttocks, clinging to the crack in the door, remaining silent for a long time, and felt a pang of anxiety.
He paced back and forth a few steps, then couldn't resist leaning forward and asking, "Dolores, what's the situation outside?"
In the past, this woman would have already come up to chat with him. But now she didn't move at all, as if she were deaf.
After waiting for a while, Fudge became impatient, pushed her aside, and put his own eyes to the crack in the door.
Seeing that the corridor was empty and there was no trace of the Death Eaters, he felt somewhat relieved.
Then, glancing at the ground, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh dear!"
The stone floor was a mess of red and white, with severed limbs and mangled bodies lying everywhere, blood flowing into puddles, and a stench so strong that one had to hold their nose. It looked like a execution platform that had just ended, or a meat processing plant in hell.
Fudge felt a chill run down his spine, his internal organs churning, and his heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst out of his throat.
He jerked his head back, leaned against the stone wall, and after panting for a long while, said in a trembling voice, "Barbaric, too barbaric!"
"They're even more brutal than Death Eaters!"
After a moment's hesitation, he abruptly stood up, glanced back at the group of officials huddled in the corner, and shouted, "No matter what it takes, contact Scrincher again!"
"These students have been completely bewitched by Dumbledore and Potter! Sooner or later they'll seize the position of Minister of Magic!"
If that monk were here, he would surely compose a poem as well:
With a formidable enemy at hand, they disregard everything else; their official hat is more important than the entire world.
He was outwardly soft but inwardly hard, a master of political maneuvering; Zhao Gou would call him "senior brother" upon seeing him.
Meanwhile, as Hogwarts was purging the remnants of the Death Eaters, Harry was hot on Voldemort's heels, fleeing eastward.
Two plumes of black smoke churned in the clouds and appeared and disappeared from the ground, crackling and popping wherever they passed, just like black lightning breaking through the sky.
Harry stared intently at Voldemort, thinking to himself: This Apparition technique is truly wondrous! And this bald fellow has even improved upon it.
Not only could it fly through the air, but others could also clearly see the trajectory of the spell cast by it.
I only regret that I was lazy in the past, always thinking that turning into a mirage and riding the clouds was enough, and never thoroughly studied this illusion of shifting forms.
He grumbled under his breath, but his hands didn't falter. His magical power surged like waves propelling a boat, unleashing a barrage of spells.
The ring knife seemed to come alive, its blade relentlessly slashing at the dark figure ahead, repeatedly slicing away Voldemort's limbs and bones, only to have them all regenerate.
Harry muttered to himself, "You scoundrel! Always so arrogant, and now you're showing off your backside to the master!"
"If you hadn't lost those two eggs, come and fight me for three hundred rounds, sword and spear!"
He cursed so fiercely that spittle flew everywhere, and Voldemort, enraged, gritted his teeth, yet remained seemingly deaf.
Two figures, one after the other, swept through villages and towns like ghosts passing by, and traversed mountains and streams like a cold wind blowing through valleys.
Just as they reached the top of a dense, overgrown forest, Voldemort suddenly roared like thunder, "Andros! Come out!"
Before the shout had even finished, a beam of white light plummeted straight down from the heavens.
In the blink of an eye, it landed with a deafening roar, causing the ground within a hundred paces to crack.
As the dust settled, a tall, imposing man stood there. His rough, square robe was uncut and had no sharp angles. Yet, his face held a fierce and imposing air as he blocked Harry's path.
The man's eyes were hollow, like those of a living corpse, yet his magical power was overwhelming. He was a formidable sorcerer, possessing extraordinary abilities.
Seeing Harry catch up, he simply raised his hand, and a ghastly blue flame burst forth from his palm. Before the flames even reached the ground, they had already scorched the surrounding trees.
Harry quickly Apparated to avoid it, secretly amazed: This guy is really something! He can control such a fierce fire without a wand.
And the name Andros sounds so familiar, as if I've heard it mentioned somewhere before!
He pondered for a moment, but still couldn't find a solution. Finally, he cast aside the thought, pointed his wand directly, and shouted, "Death, open the way!"
In an instant, countless ghostly hands emerged from the ground, their claws withering away all vegetation and extinguishing all life.
Andros, however, remained expressionless and uttered, "Guardian Angel."
As soon as the words were spoken, thousands of silver rays shot out from mid-air, just like the bright moon falling into the forest, and frost covering the ground.
As soon as the light shone, a hissing sound was heard, and the ghostly hands curled up, turned black, crackled, and shattered, turning into black ash all over the ground.
Harry looked up sharply and saw a lion guardian spirit hanging in mid-air, its body as large as a mountain, illuminating the entire old forest so brightly that the branches and leaves trembled as if it were daytime.
Upon seeing the giant Patronus and recalling the wandless spell he had just used, Harry had a sudden realization.
"Damn it! Is this some kind of chocolate? The card features the ancient Greek wizard Andros, known as 'Invincible'!"