Chapter 289: Attacking the Heart and Charming

Xellin put away the regret and disappointment in his heart. He kept reminding himself that this woman was not Mei, but Morgan Le Fay!

"Selwyn, why don't you come over!" Morgan's cold voice broke the calm at the moment.

Selwyn stood up tremblingly. Under the bright moonlight, even though he was wearing a thick black cloak, it could still be seen that he was trembling all over. He seemed to have raised his footsteps, but he was indecisive.

Among the 100 black-robed people standing behind Morgan, one of the people standing in the first row lifted the brim of her hat, revealing the face of a middle-aged beautiful woman. She was Mrs. Selwyn.

Her apparent identity was Selwyn's wife, but in fact she was a spy planted by the Shadow of the Dragon in the major pure-blood families. Just looking at her position in the first row of the square, her status in the Shadow of the Dragon was probably not low. Her marriage to Selwyn was actually arranged by the organization, but people's hearts are always made of flesh. She had been married to Selwyn for many years and lived together day and night. It was impossible for her to have no feelings for her husband.

Seeing her man's indecisive look, she could not guess what Selwyn was thinking. With such a clear gap in power between the two sides, Selwyn had already been tempted, but he had seen Voldemort's methods and his fear of Voldemort had already penetrated into his bones, so he could not overcome the fear in his heart, so he could not take that step.

So, she boldly said loudly: "Trovin, you should come quickly! Believe me, with the adults here, no one can hurt you."

Selwyn heard the voice of his beloved wife, as if he suddenly found his backbone. He suddenly quickened his pace and ran towards the camp of Morgan and Barbarossa.

"Looking for death!" Voldemort shouted coldly. Voldemort was betrayed and was furious. He raised his hand and a fierce killing curse attacked Selwyn's back. Although Voldemort, who was in a dilemma of withering manpower, had understood the value of manpower, it did not mean that he could tolerate the betrayal that happened openly in front of him.

The Killing Curse is Voldemort's signature skill. It can be said that in this world, unless the God of Death or his descendants are resurrected, no one can cast the Killing Curse better than Voldemort.

The Killing Curse cast by Voldemort is not only fast and accurate, but also powerful and penetrating. Even Dumbledore needs to use a large animated bronze statue to resist it.

Speaking of this, there have been a few fools in the wizarding world who thought that the principle of the Killing Curse was simply to harvest souls, so they tried to stuff some tiny creatures, such as flobberworms and earthworms, into the interlayer of their robes, thinking that the lives of these small creatures could replace themselves to be killed by the Killing Curse, but the result was -

They were blown to pieces together with the insects and the people.

The green light transformed by the Killing Curse came to Selwyn less than a foot behind him as fast as a flash of lightning. Seeing that the Killing Curse was about to hit Selwyn's back, a faint mysterious murmur sounded in the air, and a dark and strange vortex suddenly appeared behind Selwyn.

The vortex seemed to swallow everything like a black hole. The green light that was as powerful as thunder and lightning in the last second disappeared without a trace as soon as it plunged into the center of the vortex. Not to mention killing Selwyn, it couldn't even cause a ripple in the air around the vortex.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and the dazzling red light in his pupils also subsided slightly.

The Killing Curse, which he was most proud of and had no success in everything, actually failed twice tonight. Moreover, these two failures were inseparable from this magic related to the alien space.

He was not a truly dull person. He was just too powerful for too long, so he developed an arrogant character. When he launched the first wizard war, no one could match him except Dumbledore. Even Moody, the top warrior among the Aurors, could not last more than ten rounds under him.

Over time, he got used to relying on his absolute strength to crush the enemy. What happened tonight made him reflect on himself for the first time in a long time - did his style of over-reliance on strength to fight expose his weakness of insufficient means in actual combat?

What he didn't know at the moment was that it was this reflection that made him take another big step forward in his future magic improvement.

Morgan first showed a weird smile, then turned her head to look at Sherin and spoke, and she spoke with Meredith's unique and moving voice, "Long time no see, brother Sherin--"

Although Sherin had no expression on his face, his eyes kept twitching, and he was trying to suppress his emotions.

He knew that the situation tonight had reached an extremely dangerous point. If he made even the slightest mistake because of his lost state of mind, it would be enough to evolve into a consequence that he could not bear. However, this familiar voice still made his heart feel like it was stabbed by a knife, very painful.

"You are also a master of space magic," Morgan gazed at Xie Lin gently, like the eyes of a lover, full of tenderness and sweetness, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Tell me, how does my trick 'Demon Swallowing Vortex' compare to your 'Moon Turning and Star Shifting'?"

Xie Lin's face turned pale, and he spat out a small mouthful of blood with a hissing sound. The momentum that had reached its peak in every battle with Voldemort was obviously weakened.

What a powerful method of attacking the heart!

Morgan cast a spell that was more terrifying than the pure-blooded Veela. This was a spell that the ancient wizards had taken from the ancestors of the Veela, the legendary extinct Harpy Siren. It could be said that it was purer than the natural charm talent in the blood of the pure-blooded Veela.

What was even more amazing was that she had also incorporated the mind magic technique of Legilimency that invaded the mind and memory. After combining the characteristics of both spell magic and mind magic, her spell broke through Schelling's defenses in an instant.

Of course, as a high-level brain blocker and a master of mind magic, Schelling had practiced magic similar to "Absolute Domination". His defense at the mental level should not have been so fragile.

But at this moment, his state of mind was already unstable when he saw "Meredith". The other party took this opportunity to make things worse, simulating Meredith's demeanor, voice and tone, successfully grasping Schelling's weakness and severely damaging Schelling's spirit. It can be said that even if Schelling was in an unstable state of mind, if the other party had not simulated Meredith, Schelling would not have been so easily injured.

"Meredith's shadow" is the most important key. Because that is Schelling's biggest weakness in the mind.

Of course, Schelling is also amazing. The moment he realized that his mind was invaded, he decisively paid the price of physical injury, burst all his mental power in his mind, successfully cracked the opponent's charm, and took this opportunity to block his mind layer by layer with brain occlusion, leaving the enemy no second chance.

Although Schelling is an enemy, not a friend, Voldemort is also very clear about the principle of lips and teeth. If Schelling is finished so quickly, it will be difficult for him to get away later.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort cast a killing curse on Morgan.

Suddenly, a water man rose from the ground in front of Morgan, and turned into an ice sculpture in an instant, resisting the attack for Morgan. After being hit by the killing curse, it was blown into ice crystal fragments on the ground.

"Voldemort, you didn't forget my existence, did you?" The pirate king, who had never had a chance to speak since his debut, seized the opportunity and spoke the first line of dialogue tonight, making a strong presence, just like those online readers in the previous life who had abandoned the book but still tried to leave a message in the book review area to show off.

Morgan clicked her tongue twice, and this time she used her own voice again and said, "Voldemort, Voldemort, although you are a junior, you are a figure who shocked an era. Why are you still sneaking and attacking so ungenerous? You really disappoint me a little!"

"The generosity and morality of the strong are just hypocritical disguises. I don't need these meaningless things - the way to successfully kill people is the good way, there is no distinction between noble and upright and mean and lowly." Voldemort said coldly without giving in.

"Well said," Morgan smiled sweetly, and she clapped her hands gently, "You are worthy of being a great leader. It turns out that you have your own way. Then, do you know why we choose to show up at this moment, instead of waiting for the two of you to fight each other to a draw?"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment. He really hadn't thought about this question. Yes, why didn't the other party wait for him and Schelling to separate life and death before appearing? At that time, the one who died would not need to be mentioned, and the one who survived would definitely have to pay a price - in that case, no matter what they were plotting, if they chose to show up at that time, wouldn't they have a greater chance?

Morgan was able to arrange Schelling and Voldemort clearly, and was forced to stage a fight between the two demons here, which shows how powerful her mind and strategy are. She would never have thought about this.

"That's because..." Morgan smiled sweetly, "We are not enemies..."

"According to the information I know, Voldemort, and you, Sherin..." Morgan said: "You two are ambitious people like us... You are not content with the existing order... You want to change the world... And..."

"According to the magic fields we practice, although our magic schools are different, it is undeniable that in the eyes of the general public..." Morgan's voice suddenly turned cold, "We are all dark wizards!"

Sherin frowned immediately. Voldemort was fine, but how could he be classified as a dark wizard?

As if he saw through Sherin's thoughts, Morgan said lightly: "You don't need to hide anything meaninglessly - the wand in your hand is the Thestral wand, right?"

Sherin's pupils suddenly shrank, he pursed his lips tightly, and forced himself to resist the urge to attack Morgan on the spot.