Chapter 1116 Eyeballs

Voldemort showed a terrifying smile, but his red eyes showed no emotion. He took out the shriveled eyeball with blood vessels and meridians from the dragging glass cover, and controlled the eyeball to fly towards Gregor. It used to be - it made this eyeball and blood vessel thing look like an octopus.

"Take it on," said Voldemort. "Dear Gregor, show me if this eye in your family collection is real, and if it kills when put on and taken off... if you If you're lucky enough to make sure it's true, and survive later, I'll allow you to provide me with more services later on..."

Lucius' pale face was expressionless. He realized that although the Dark Lord was often out of control, the failure in that duel made him more or less cautious—he didn't directly use the artifact that could not feel the magic power directly on his own body. body.

"Idiot, can't you hear the order of the Dark Lord?" Lucius urged, "Master! Let me finish it for him!"

Gregor bit his lower lip tremblingly, his eyes filled with tears of extreme fear. He knew that he couldn't resist, and that he had no other choice. He raised his right hand tremblingly, in order to live.

Voldemort's ferocious eyes did not leave the wizard lying on the ground like mud in front of him. He continued to hiss softly and asked, "Lucius, how is your friend Rudolph's progress?"

"Master... Rudolphs sent a letter to explain..." Lucius did not dare to neglect, he carefully paid attention to the wording, "Master, because every corridor and every room in the ruins has been set with multiple spells, and these spells There are some differences between the ancient magic and our modern magic, so the progress of the spellbreakers is relatively slow..." Lucius noticed Voldemort's frown and said quickly, "But Rudolphs dare not be reckless in this regard, if he forcibly enters the trap, it will cause the explosion Dead people are nothing, but if it causes a landslide or even destroys the heart of Vicna inside... then it will really ruin your big business, master, so the progress is relatively slow... But because of this, we think things are really It's inside..."

"It's too slow...to urge him...I don't think you or your friend would want me to personally urge you..." Voldemort's impatient compromising sound had just finished, and suddenly there was a painful wail, which dragged on for a long time , extremely miserable, as if answering his words.

Blood gurgled down from Gregor's left eye socket. Amidst the screams, his original eyeball fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled into a pool of blood...Grigor panted in pain, his hands covered with blood, He lifted the glass cover in front of him tremblingly, gently pinched the dry eye, and pressed it to the eye socket, the human eye directly squeezed into his right eye socket, soaked in blood, and instantly plumped up. His eye sockets twitched wildly.

The corner of Voldemort's twisted mouth moved and mocked: "Lucius, it seems that he is more efficient than Rudolphs."

When the dry eye stopped turning, the skin around Gregor's eye socket cracked like cracked ground, and the entire eye socket turned black. The eyeball that was still a little dry seemed to be covered with thousands of red blood threads. Connected, like a woven spider web, broken glass, stuck in the eye sockets abruptly.

Gregor panted in pain, his widened new eye could not even close at all, his whole body lay on the floor trembling continuously, sweat and blood mixed together—until the pupil of the Eye of Vecna ​​suddenly froze Faced with Voldemort, who was observing in front of him.

Without warning, Gregor's hanging fingers moved, and a flame was released by him without a staff to cover everyone's sight. Then, Gregor's wide new eyes suddenly released from behind the flame. a continuous ray,

The red ray looked like a blood vessel in the eye stalk before, rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and disappeared instantly. However, although the ray from the Eye of Vecna ​​was astonishingly powerful and swift, it hit a Death Eater behind Voldemort—the Death Eater instantly Wrapped in layers of red silk thread, it became a red mummy, and then shattered "boom", as if all the vitality was sucked away by these red thread, scattered into a gray dregs.

Under the effect of Vecna's magic eye, Gregor, who was originally timid and cowardly, sat up straight, and continued to sweep the rays at the Death Eaters in front of him like crazy.

When all the Death Eaters started to make a fuss and fled in all directions, the reappeared Voldemort had already appeared behind Gregor, who was still in a state of insanity. His leather boots stepped heavily on the ground, and he bent down The intact left hand, like a big pale spider, pinched the neck of the heir of the Monte family, and used the hand of Vecna ​​to directly gouge Gregor's eyeball-his Vecna ​​hand was hit by the ray, but completely Nothing happened.

Voldemort looked at the opponent's reaction as he pulled it out: "It is said that the power of the Eye of Vecna ​​will change with the new owner, but one thing is for sure: nothing good has ever happened to those who unfortunately have it. .It is destined to betray its wearer at the moment of truth, to betray him when he needs its power most."

And as if realizing that he was about to be removed, the Eye of Vecna ​​in the dry eye socket turned crazily and irregularly, Gregor's hair quickly turned gray, and his skin was old and gray, as if he had lost all moisture, and the skin appeared black markings... Grigor seemed to lose all vitality in an instant, and the pupil of the intact eye gradually became dilated.

Voldemort's red eyes became even brighter, and the two cat-like eyes aimed at the Eye of Vecna. After it absorbed all the vitality, with a popping sound, when Voldemort raised his hand again, Among the closed withered fingers was the eyeball that had left the eye socket and looked as shriveled as ever—and Gregor could no longer see his youthful appearance, just like a skeleton wrapped in dry skin , already lost his life.

"My dear Gregor, it seems that you have not been blessed with luck... But I will soon have all three sets of this artifact! This will curb this curse and give me more power!" Voldemort looked Seeing the body of the heir to the Monte family split his mouth, he muttered nervously at his corpse, and he began to stretch his fingers towards his own left eye socket...

In the Nurmengard Wizard Prison in Bavaria, Germany, close to Austria, a flame appeared out of nowhere in a corridor at the highest point of the tower, which was cold and dark, far away from the crowd and magically cast to prevent apparition.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor of the topmost prison. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the magic lamps emitting a faint green light shone on the golden stars dotted on the purple magic robe of the visitor, emitting a little bit of shining light. When approaching the middle cell, the visitor stopped, straightened the slightly crooked pointed wizard hat on his head, and continued to move forward. He saw the target of this trip.

The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, was already standing upright by the railing of the cage. Although he was a bit fat, he was smiling at the visitor as if he had been waiting for a long time in his formal attire. At this time, how could he The pupils of the prophecy eyeballs are still activated—there are traces of him sitting on the sofa in the cell, there is a half-empty bucket of popcorn on the small tea table next to him, and there is still light on the TV in the cell. Playing Hogwarts' Floating City.

Dumbledore's magic robe swayed like waves, and the phoenix Fawkes on his shoulder burst into flames again. After the fire ended, the white wizard had appeared in the cage, and his eyes met Grindelwald's eyes that had returned to normal— ——The phoenix on his shoulders flew to the snack pile and began to peck at the popcorn.

"I think I know this poor little boy in front of me... driven from Hogwarts, misunderstood by all he helped...understood, not treated well, but brave...very brave." Grindelwald His unique elegant tone comforted like a parent trying to comfort a fallen child to get up. He walked towards Dumbledore step by step, so close that he was almost face to face with each other. Dumbledore could feel the anxiety brought out by the other's breathing. Sweet scent of sugar.