Chapter 271 The Giant Rises From Hell

It was bad enough for Sean to fight with Dumbledore other than Grindelwald, but the facts told him that the worse would always be the next second.

Voldemort obviously used the same method he used to parasitize Quirrell to parasitize the wizard in front of him. Sean didn't know how the other party learned about tonight's situation and infiltrated the team. He didn't even get notification from the Death Eaters.

In other words, Voldemort sneaked in again alone, he took a huge risk, and now, it is probably time to reap the rewards.

This madman... Sean gritted his teeth, held the wand tightly, and recited the spell without any hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light shot through the flames!

Voldemort took an unknown wand and struck the air hard, and the green light was deflected and flew to the other side.

Amidst the explosion, the young wizard's face was distorted. His face was pushed to one side, showing an expression of extreme pain, and on the other side was Voldemort's crazy and fierce face.

"For a second-year student, it's a good death curse." Voldemort's voice was mixed with that of another person. "Does that prove that you really want to kill me?"

"Get away, Voldemort." Sean waved his wand violently.

"Voldemort? Don't you call me Professor Riddle?" His eyes bulged completely out of his sockets. "These two old immortals really trust you enough. Have they told you everything?"

The green light shifted and the explosion sent a shower of mud.

Voldemort didn't care about the scorched earth falling from the sky. He laughed nervously and walked towards Grindelwald even faster.

"Wallup!" He swallowed his laughter, his face twisted and fierce, "The death curse you used was obtained from me! No, it should be said that you are much more evil than me - ha!"

He walked outside the transparent barrier placed by Dumbledore, and his voice became more and more crazy: "But let us taste the main course first."

Grindelwald was still lying on the ground. He lazily raised a baton and waved: "Good evening, Tom... Well, I still haven't paid you your salary for last year for one month?"

Voldemort was licking his lips excitedly. He held his wand with one hand to throw away Sean's death curse, and stretched one hand straight towards the barrier.

"Chi—" The sound of flesh turning into charred flesh irritated Sean's eardrums.

Voldemort's outstretched hand was blocked by the barrier, but he didn't take it back, he just stretched his hand straight and forcefully into the barrier.

Obviously, forcibly penetrating the barrier brought him great pain. The twisted face became more and more terrifying, and the two faces squeezed into one face had their mouths wide open in pain.

However, the hand still slowly reached in, and the left finger bone with sparks hanging on it and only white bones left broke through the barrier!

"Ha - good evening, Mr. Grindelwald." Voldemort put his head against the barrier, not caring that his face was burned and shivering.

"Voldemort, what do you want, your wand, your remnant soul? I can give it to you." Sean spoke as calmly as possible.

"Shh, Sean," Voldemort's face had been half burned off. He looked at Sean with his bloody eyes, "What a smart man. If I can't solve it, I just want to delay it - Dumbledore is indeed powerful. , it’s hard for me to defeat that old immortal like this. Ha, so I decided to complete my goal before he comes back.”

"Do you think I'm crazy? Hahahaha, I'm sober. I can't be sober anymore." Voldemort smiled painfully and crazily. His entire left hand had completely turned into white bones and completely entered the barrier.

"What did you say just now? Mr. Principal - by the way, my salary."

"Stop!" Sean's eyes were splitting.

Voldemort laughed and clenched his skeletal palm. Grindelwald in the barrier seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and his weak body was lifted into the air.

The sound of bones twisting could be heard clearly, and Sean could see Grindelwald's body being squeezed.

"A bit slow? But it's just right. Let the pain last a little longer, ha--this makes me enjoy it." Voldemort went completely crazy.

Grindelwald said nothing, his face was turned around, his weak but calm light blue eyes revealed a mocking meaning.

"I like this look." Voldemort stuck out his long forked tongue. He looked at Grindelwald who was squeezed inside, and then rolled his eyes in excitement and pain.

The forest-white pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his tongue licked the barrier, causing a burst of black smoke to entangle and merge with the black mist emitted by Voldemort.

Black smoke shot straight into the sky, and a huge black mark appeared in the sky. Below it were fonts composed of green light:

Death Eaters are coming to the earth, and the Dark Lord has returned.

"Idiot..." Blood overflowed from Grindelwald's nostrils, and his bones creaked.

"Are you introducing yourself, Mr. Headmaster?" Voldemort smiled sinisterly.

"I told you to let go..." A cold but extremely violent voice sounded.

Half of Voldemort's bones slowly turned, his protruding white eyes returned to their original shape in a strange way, and then——

"puff!"

One of his eyes exploded into bloody foam!

Only the last scene remained in the dark eye sockets and came to his mind.

In Paris, residents wearing pajamas or even naked rushed out of the fire screaming. They gathered shivering in the center of the Fountain Square. The water droplets splashing down behind them were not cold because the flames in the sky were burning brightly.

The little girl in a princess dress and pajamas hugged the doll tightly in her arms. She was not injured, with a bit of panic and confusion on her face. She was huddled in the arms of her parents.

"Dad! Mom!" Someone of the same age cried out.

"Come here, come here! Be careful!" An adult called to the residents who had just escaped from the fire.

"God - God... No, no, this is the Lord punishing us! This is the Lord's will!" Some believers knelt on the ground and kept praying.

Of course, more people were looking at the sky. They didn't know what was there. The flames of the entire city were rising towards the center. They were attracted and gathered. Gradually, the flames on the ground disappeared, and one enveloped the entire sky. The flame vortex is slowly taking shape.

"Dad, Mom, is the sun about to hit?" The little girl unconsciously grabbed her doll. The slightly burnt doll made a tearing sound of fabric. The white wings on its back drooped down, and there were white spots on its armpits. The filling is exposed.

"No, no, it's just...just...it will pass, baby." The young couple hugged their child, and they hugged each other tightly, blocking the view above the little girl.

The girl lowered her head in confusion. She saw the 'injured' doll, and then anxiously released her grasping hands.

She put the doll down and stood crookedly on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you, Michael." The girl apologized to her doll in a sweet voice.

This was a birthday gift from her parents, a beautiful doll with wings on its back. She also gave her friend a nice name.

The doll stood crookedly, and the little girl reached out her hand to stuff her friend's exposed white stuffing inside.

Then, looking past the doll, she saw the city to the east illuminated by flames.

A terrifying giant dripping with lava and taller than the Eiffel Tower slowly stood up.

"Dad, Mom..." The little girl was trembling.

"That, what is that!" The surrounding residents also saw a giant standing in the east.

"It, it stood up!"

"That's a demon, a demon rising from hell!"

The crowd, which had finally calmed down a bit, completely exploded, with horrified shouts and shrill cries echoing through the vortex of flames in the night sky.

In the center of Furstenberg Square, next to the small fountain, tree roots sprouted from the ground, and the branches formed an elevator. Wizards with burnt robes kept coming out of it.

Wizards wearing French Ministry of Magic Auror uniforms were in command.

"The injured one goes first! Can you apparate? Take this person with you."

"Team 5, go to Area 5 to see if there are any injured Muggles and rescue them!"

"Squad 6, go to the city center...what? Ask me if I want to disguise?! You idiot, will you swallow the flames above your head for me?!"

"Squad 7, support the west side of the city... Do you want to support the sky? Has your brain been licked by a troll? That is Dumbledore's business!"

"Team 8, you..."

A team member grabbed the director of the Auror Office who was giving orders: "Director! Director!"

"What are you doing! I swear, if you hadn't told me that the Eiffel Tower was going to collapse, I would have stuffed your head into the toilet..." The irritable middle-aged wizard turned around and grabbed the collar of the team member.

Then, he almost raised his head to the highest point, and the clothes in his hands slowly slipped off, collapsing to the ground with him.

It was a flaming giant as towering as the Eiffel Tower, and the dark power that had almost turned into substance was entangled around it. Even at such a distance, everyone present felt the instinctive fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Merlin's beard..." the Auror Office Director collapsed on the ground muttered, "Paris...is finished..."

The Père Lachaise Cemetery, which had been reduced to scorched earth, completely turned into lava, and the towering giant stood up.

Magma dripped on Voldemort's side, his only remaining eye protruded ferociously, and a perverted smile of extreme excitement suddenly appeared on his twisted and terrifying face.

"Wallup, this is your... talent..."

He shook Grindelwald away from his hand, and the wand in his other hand fell to the ground.

The hands of bones and flesh were raised high, and then they were thrust hard into his stomach.

A huge wound appeared in Voldemort's abdomen, and the organs inside fell out. Instead of bloody flesh, there was a big mouth filled with mist.

"Come on... come on..." He frantically opened the wound on his abdomen even wider.

The giant Sean's red eyes looked down at the little dot on the ground. He stretched out his hand emotionlessly, and the floating Dark Mark was scattered. His palm passed through the dissipating mist, and then he firmly grasped Voldemort, who was no longer human.

He saw the big mouth on Voldemort's belly, but at this time, Sean had completely lost his mind, and there were endless negative emotions in his eyes.

"Roar--" He raised his head to the sky and let out a terrifying roar that was completely unlike a human being.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and even the whirlpool of flames above Paris was trembling.

Giant Sean slowly lowered his head and looked directly at Voldemort, whose palms were not human-shaped.

At this time, the excitement on Voldemort's face had begun to dissipate, and he even showed a confused look.

"Why... why doesn't it work..."

As if he had figured it out, his only remaining eye protruded horribly, and his mouth opened wide like a scream.

"This is not Obscurus... This is not Obscurus! There are other things hidden inside you! You are sin-" His voice was blocked in his throat.

With a little force, Giant Sean crushed Voldemort into a ball of flesh.

Then, he raised his hand and opened his tongueless mouth, ready to swallow Voldemort.

"Sean!" The voice below made Giant Sean pause.

His huge head slowly descended, and he saw Grindelwald lying on the ground with bleeding nostrils. The other person's face was blurred with blood, and only his bright blue eyes were filled with anger.

For the first time, Giant Sean looked confused. He shook his head and staggered back. The hill behind him was trampled into a big pit.

"If you eat that dirty thing, don't talk to me again." Grindelwald's voice was stern, but with a reassuring emotion.

Giant Sean shook his head in pain, and his red left eye slowly faded.

He half-knelt on the ground and covered his huge eyes.

Sean finally regained some consciousness. He felt like he was floating in magma, but there was only warmth around him but no pain. There seemed to be a voice in the distance scolding him, which made him a little unhappy.

The magma surrounding him boiled violently, and negative emotions such as arrogance, violence, greed, etc. were eating away at his consciousness, but he instinctively did not want to resist.

Giant Sean grabbed Voldemort's hand and slowly raised it, about to put it into his mouth.

"Shawn - Wallop! I tell you, shut up!" The annoying voice came closer.

The floating Sean seemed to see a picture, the old man who was both a teacher and a friend stood in front of him.

"Shh." He sealed his mouth with a magic spell.

"Shut up, Sean, listen to me now." He taught sternly but in detail.

"If you don't know how to flatter someone, just keep your mouth shut." He scolded with a smile like an old child.

"Shut up, I want to hear what he tells me personally." He fell to the ground stubbornly and weakly.

Sean, who was of normal size, suddenly opened his eyes. He saw the magma around him and himself floating, and his little sense returned to his consciousness.

"Am I about to be absorbed... It feels like this is my true self..." he thought in a daze.

"I can't break free... It's a very strange feeling, as if the two consciousnesses are my own, and I can control them... However, only destruction is my original intention, and my real consciousness cannot bypass the body's instinct... I think Think of a way, think of a way..." Sean tried his best to think with his remaining rationality.

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