Chapter 272 Force the King to Reincarnate

( ) "……I see."

The real scene of the audio-visual meeting, over the full circular open-air venue, the dark gray clouds have completely dissipated.

But for some reason, not even a single star could be seen in the sky.

It's dark clouds! The thick cloud layer enveloped it at some point, covering all the moonlight and starlight tightly, so that nothing could penetrate.

In the depths of the clouds, occasionally a faint blue lightning meandered past, and the scene seemed like a storm was about to come.

The chests of all the audience seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and even breathing became difficult.

At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded, as if drifting from all directions, making it difficult to judge the direction of the person coming.

But there is no doubt that someone... is coming!

"Well……"

Somewhere in the auditorium, Harry suddenly felt a throbbing pain in the lightning scar on his forehead. It had been a long time since he practiced Occlumency according to the notes Maca had given him.

"Harry, what's the matter?"

The friends beside him were concerned about him, but he just shook his head in confusion.

"... Gilderoy Lockhart? Interesting..."

The voice sounded in everyone's ears again, gloomy and weird. After experiencing the "audio-visual meeting" just now, most of the audience immediately thought of someone.

Someone whose name cannot be mentioned.

At this moment, everyone became tense, and everyone kept whispering, and the anxiety in their hearts was about to turn into action, escaping from this extremely crowded venue.

But in terms of nervousness and uneasiness, Lockhart, who was standing in the center of the stage, definitely bore the brunt of it, especially after being called by "that person" himself.

But……

"……So what?"

Lockhart is no longer the same Lockhart as before. In the past few years, he has experienced a lot. Especially this time, in order to stand here today,

Standing on this stage with much attention, how much preparation has he made?

Maybe he is not very strong yet, maybe all this is a bluff. But it is an indisputable fact that Gilderoy Lockhart is the protagonist today.

It was McLean who gave him the chance, the popularity he coveted. But this level of popularity can't be gained by just talking, he also needs to work hard!

Everyone has a life direction that suits him best, and his direction is acting!

In the years after Hogwarts resigned, he spent time on the set in the Muggle world, looking for himself in the camera and the stage; but today, Maca gave him the opportunity to stand on the stage of his life, In this way, he performed this interpretation that only belonged to him.

Who says liars don't need courage? In this world, what liar would dare to deceive the Dark Lord? To deceive the entire wizarding world?

"...Voldemort...no, Tom Riddle!" Lockhart pressed his trembling hands in his sleeves, and cast an amplifying spell on himself, "Whether it's the you in the diary or the you now , is just an ordinary wizard with a distorted heart..."

— calm down! Be calm! Today's stage is my home field!

"Mr. Riddle," he sighed softly, "do you know what you lack the most?"

"What you lack - is 'love'!"

--Ah ah ah ah ah! I'm going to die, even if I'm as thick-skinned as I am, it's hard to say such hypocritical lines! This McLean script is so embarrassing...

"Humph!"

Following a burst of indistinct cold snorts, a large amount of black air suddenly appeared around the stage out of thin air, lingering and spinning, and quickly gathered not far in front of Lockhart.

When the black air gathered together like a vortex, Voldemort stepped out of it, bringing up strands of black flowing clouds.

"'Love'?" His expression didn't look so good, and these lines carefully composed by Maca obviously hit his sore spot, "That old man Dumbledore said so, and you said the same...' 'Love'? 'Love' what the hell is that? 'Love'...can you get out of here alive!"

Voldemort looked at Lockhart coldly, the ferocious flame in his eyes was not concealed at all, the terrifying aura of long-term study of black magic spread out invisible, and a thought came to the hearts of all the audience: move Once you hit it, you will really die!

--right! get angry! Get angry! That guy McLean is terrible, everything is in his calculations! But... will it be okay from now on?

"Mr. Riddle, what you have done is too extreme. You have hurt many innocent people for your own desire..."

Lockhart's heart was as turbulent as the sea in a storm - he was so guilty that he wanted to scold his mother, but on the surface he still maintained a calm and calm expression.

"To be honest, I really want to simply destroy you just like I destroyed your remnant soul in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets..."

Lockhart at the moment is simply boastful. Even if the vast majority of people have a good impression of him, but in terms of the true strength of the two...

If anyone had the qualifications to say this to Voldemort, there would be no one other than Dumbledore—here, almost everyone thought so.

Lockhart's lines continued.

"...I believe you also understand that there are many ways to destroy a person. I have to say... just taking your life will not satisfy me anymore."

Having said that, Lockhart secretly gritted his teeth and took a steady step forward. It was as if he didn't pay attention to Voldemort in front of him at all...

"Boom—"

In the clouds, another bolt of lightning pierced the night sky just right, making the atmosphere in the field even more heavy.

These familiar words and deja vu actions made Voldemort almost think that it was Dumbledore standing opposite him.

That's the day! That night in front of Dumbledore! Dumbledore said something similar!

"Then go to the world of the dead to find satisfaction!"

When Lockhart took another step forward, Voldemort finally couldn't hold back!

He didn't even draw out his wand, he just stomped on his feet, turned into a ball of black flame and rushed straight towards Lockhart.

— This is the moment! The first blow is also the last blow! Only this time! McClain's preparations are all right, right? But be sure to succeed!

third step! At the moment when Voldemort charged towards Lockhart, Lockhart did not retreat but advanced, clenched his teeth and took his third step fiercely!

At the moment when Voldemort's black flame was only half a step away from Lockhart, a soft blue light erupted on the stage!

At the same time, clearly identifiable lines spread under Lockhart's feet, covering the entire surface of the stage in an instant. Countless mysterious and mysterious symbols floated up, turning and rising in the blue sea of ​​brilliance, exuding an intoxicating aesthetic feeling.

At this second, the black flames around Voldemort suddenly dissipated, revealing his real body under the black flames;

In the next second, Lockhart raised his leg towards Voldemort who was rushing straight due to inertia under the astonished expressions of everyone, and it was a forward kick, so that Voldemort's face came into zero-distance contact with the sole of his boot.

In the next second, the faint blue light on the stage completely dissipated. Lockhart took a few steps back before he was about to stand still, but Voldemort lay directly on the center of the stage.

"Oh--"

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then roared excitedly. But just after they yelled half a sentence, they fell silent again as if they were being strangled by the neck.

This is only because Voldemort, who was lying on the stage, erupted with more violent black flames than before, and those dancing black air swayed on the stage automatically without wind.

"good very good!"

Voldemort, who was entangled in black flames all over his body, slowly got up, and his tone was distorted by extreme anger. It is conceivable how violent the next attack will be.

"...Unexpectedly, there are so many powerful wizards in this world." He growled hoarsely, "Very good! Really great!"

shame! Today, Voldemort feels an unprecedented shame! His great Dark Lord was actually trampled in the face by an unknown pawn with the sole of his shoe!

First, he was killed by a death curse by a baby who was still in his infancy, and then he was robbed of the Philosopher's Stone by a child, and not long ago, he was smashed into his house by a hidden ancient family heir!

And today, he was rubbed against his handsome face by the bastard in front of him again!

Lord Dark Lord was furious, he absolutely wanted to let this lifeless guy experience the fear of death! He wants everyone to understand that anyone who dares to resist his Dark Lord will die!

However, on the other side, Lockhart stood there with his "charismatic" face sullen, and the sweat oozed from his palms made him unable to clenched his fists.

—Isn't McLean coming yet? I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die before you show up! Still not coming out? If I don't come out, I will run away!

It was right to think so in his heart, but on the surface, he couldn't do it. Not to mention whether he can escape or not, even if there is a way to escape, can he escape?

A liar's lies deceive others, but he is bound by himself! As long as he still wants to be this "hero", he has to stand firmly on this stage and dance on the tip of a knife.

Moved! Voldemort moved!

He raised his hand, and endless black flames swept towards Lockhart like a tsunami, turning into a giant black flame snake in mid-air, opening its snake kiss and rushing towards the top of his head with astonishing momentum.

The rune array just now dispelled all the magic power in the field. Voldemort could recover in an instant, but Lockhart couldn't!

Even if he wanted to struggle desperately, he couldn't do it now!

At this moment, Lockhart stood with his chest folded, and the strong wind blowing towards his face blew the stardust on his wizard robe fluttering, sprinkling a bright starlight on the stage.

——If you blow it out yourself, you have to pretend to die!