Voldemort shook his head, "I don't want to tell you anything anymore, Harry Potter. I no longer believe in that so-called prophecy. Yes, one has to compare one's mind and destiny to know."
"It seems that fate lies with me." Harry sneered and stretched out his left hand behind his back. In his palm, a beating heart glowed like magma.
Villains die because they talk too much, but Voldemort really talks too much...
This sentence was a joke made by Anton when they were chatting in the hut. The person who said it was casual, but the person who listened firmly remembered it.
And taking advantage of Voldemort's many words, Harry finally succeeded in casting this extremely complex 'hateful magic'.
He will not be swayed by Voldemort's words, because Anton once complained to him - everyone has a standpoint. If you consider it from other people's standpoint, rather than from your own standpoint, then you are either a brain-dead person or a brain-dead person...
…
"What is this?" Voldemort suddenly felt an extremely terrifying aura being pinched in Harry's palm. There were traces of Lily's love magic and traces of Harry's flesh and blood, which was so mysteriously related to him.
kind of relationship.
"My heart," Harry said softly, "My everything."
What burned like lava in his heart was the most precious love in his heart, the most beautiful emotion in his miserable childhood. He gave it up so resolutely and painfully.
Bang~
The heart shadow suddenly exploded, and the magma-like light slurry exploded, turning into the most dazzling bright flower.
All of this seemed to be a preview, as countless streams of light converged and turned into endless darkness, shrouding Voldemort.
In an instant, Voldemort seemed to be floating in the void, and all he could see was a flower floating up from Harry's hand.
Then, Harry disappeared from his eyes, and all he could perceive was himself and the flower.
Terrible magic waves surged, love and hate intertwined, bursting out joy and sorrow that touched the soul.
The flower filled with blood slowly floated towards him.
As he got closer, a terrifying magma-like light began to spread over his body.
It was as if something was being ignited deep in his soul.
The most terrifying thing is that he can clearly feel the burning of his body at this moment, but he can't feel his own body at all.
He couldn't feel his mouth and couldn't pronounce the magic spell.
He couldn't feel his hands and couldn't wave his wand.
He can't even feel his own emotions.
Only the two emotions of 'love' and 'hate' were crazily intertwined in his body, and even if he just wanted to use either of the two emotions to perform magic, it would trigger this burning.
accelerate.
--No!
--No!
——What kind of magic is this!
The wizarding world is sometimes so mysterious. Horcruxes, magic that is so terrifying and may even subvert everything, are recorded in a corner of the restricted book section of the school library, and no one even cares about it for hundreds of years.
Who knows where Harry went to get such terrifying magic that was comparable to a Horcrux.
Of course, death is not terrible.
Voldemort has Horcruxes, so it doesn't matter if he dies a few times.
The only problem is that he took Bella with him this time. If Bella was also killed by this terrible magic...
Voldemort instantly thought of the worst possible situation.
As he began to change his policy and choose to tolerate sub-wizards and even Muggles, he gained a breathing space and successfully grasped the magical world of America. As a result, he also had conflicts of interest with his former pure-blood family subordinates.
Even because he had predicted this a long time ago, he had already started planning to distance himself from these pure-blood families and let them integrate themselves into the entire magic empire system he had built.
But he also became distraught.
Now, the one who is really eager to help him hold a resurrection ceremony is Bella.
Oh, I almost forgot, there’s also Barty Jr.
At this moment, he fully understood how important these two people were to him.
But the biggest problem is that he will not make Horcruxes for anyone except himself!
If Bella and Barty Jr. die, I am afraid that the resurrection ceremony will not take place until those so-called subordinates who hope that he will come out to lead them, these guys who have their own evil intentions.
The anger that this plan was interrupted completely burned him, making him want to scream more and more - I don't want to die!
He heard his own cry.
The roar coming from his own body.
Voldemort instantly understood the situation of this magic. It seemed to be targeting his soul, separating himself from his body in a unique way.
It was even stripped away extremely completely, unlike the wandering soul state where he could barely perform magic back then, but the purest ghost state.
"Owner!"
"Master, what's wrong with you!"
Bella's frightened scream was so harsh that it was transmitted to her body and echoed faintly in this empty space.
Then, Voldemort suddenly felt a light emerging from the void.
"Feel the same!" Bella chanted the magic spell.
This is a magic spell used by ancient wizards for punishment. It can link the feelings of two criminals, allowing one person to feel the pain of the other's torture, as well as the fear and pain of death.
Use this to pry open the other person's mouth to get effective information.
The reason why this kind of black magic cannot be used in the right way is that the soul of the subject will be greatly harmed, even if it only completes the initial link.
Bella's figure also appeared next to Voldemort.
As someone who felt the same, she so clearly felt the emotions of love and hate that were constantly ignited in Voldemort's body, destroying crazily and turning into a blazing light like magma.
"Ahhhh..."
The burning inside her body was so painful that Bella let out a shrill wail at the sudden contact.
As the floating blood-colored flower got closer, Bella's wails became more terrifying, and her body was soon filled with magma-like light spots one after another.
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--leave here!
-Stop Harry!
Voldemort tried his best to make his body scream, and the sound echoed faintly in this empty space.
Bella just looked at Voldemort sadly, she knew that Harry had fainted after casting the magic.
The magic seems to have become irreversible.
"No!"
"don't want!"
Bella howled in pain and let out a shrill scream.
As if she suddenly thought of something, she looked at herself rolling in the void, and at the translucent Voldemort fixed in place, and slowly looked at the floating blood-colored flower.
"Owner……"
Bella opened her mouth, looking pale in pain and losing blood. She summoned all her strength and said hoarsely, "Tom, my Tom..."
She looked at Voldemort longingly, and a sad smile appeared on her face, "I love you."
As she spoke, she slowly turned around and reached out to grab the floating flower.
--No!
--What are you doing!
Voldemort's cry did not stop Bella. As her hands that had become emaciated from more than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban Prison gently grasped the blood-red flower, her whole body suddenly turned into lava.
Bella struggled to turn her head back, her eyes full of regret, sadness, and nostalgia...
Bang~
The flowers exploded and turned into an exaggerated display of fireworks.
The one who exploded together was none other than Bella.
Bellatrix Riddle. (husband's surname)
"No!~~~~~~"
Voldemort suddenly felt that he had regained consciousness. He swung his hands and grabbed Bella who fell.
At this moment, this woman who had been crazy about him since she was a child no longer had that kind of light on her face, and there was only an indelible paleness on her face.
It was so white that there was no trace of blood anymore.
Yes, the magic released by Harry Potter was so terrifying. As Bella's soul was shattered and died, the blood in her body disappeared in an instant.
Holding him in his arms, he felt light and airy, as if he would break apart at any moment.
"No!~~~~~~"
Voldemort was so angry that he so frantically raised the wand in his hand, pointed it at the unconscious Harry Potter on the ground, and roared with a desire for destruction that he had never experienced in his life, "Avada Kedavra!"
"Reading books is dull
The terrifying green magical light surged towards Harry like plasma.
However, at this moment, a silver deer rushed out from the other side of the street, turning into a shadow and covering Harry.
The terrifying light of the death curse disappeared into the shadow of the deer and completely dissipated.
Deep in the street, Severus Snape walked out slowly, staring dimly at Voldemort who was kneeling on the ground holding Bella. This was the first time he saw the Dark Lord crying.
"then……"
Snape's voice was a little low, "I begged you so much to let Lily go, but you ended up killing her anyway."
He looked a little sad and dejected, staring at Voldemort's figure, "I rushed to Godric's Hollow at that time, and I held her and cried like you, but everything is irreversible."
Voldemort's face turned cold, and he just put Bella down gently and stood up with his wand, "No, you have no idea how deep my understanding of magic is. Severus, just because you can't do anything doesn't mean I can't do anything."
"Really?" Snape looked at Voldemort indifferently, "In fact, the 'hate magic' that Harry cast was originally developed by me to deal with you. Of course I know its effect."
What's more, resurrection is not omnipotent. Whether it is Voldemort's ritual resurrection, old wizard Fiennes' life resurrection, or various resurrection spells in the wizarding world, they all have their own harsh conditions.
Otherwise Snape would have found a way to resurrect Lily long ago.
And what he has control of now is just to save the people who died in front of him and prevent the people who just died from walking into the curtain, that's all.
When manpower is limited, no one can really do whatever they want.