Chapter 79 Are My Hands Poisonous?

Since Voldemort couldn't be killed by ordinary means, Ivan was ready to try using fire!

Why don't he claim that the fire that can burn all things and never go out can't destroy this body?

"No!" Voldemort obviously noticed this and shouted at the top of his lungs. If he was really pushed into the fierce fire, it would be all over.

The body that had been drained of vitality could no longer squeeze out any potential. Voldemort had no choice but to use one hand to regain a certain amount of self-protection power.

As his left arm suddenly exploded and his flesh and blood were swallowed up by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the shadow of the unicorn made of magic.

This is a battle between magic power and time. Although Ivan’s magic power nearly doubled after completing the fusion ceremony, it was only a doubling compared to the little wizard. The magic power had already been lost in several large-scale consumptions. It's nothing short of squandering.

Voldemort was in the same condition, with a hole in his chest and several broken ribs. He was so miserable that he needed to lose an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.

Fortunately, it was Quirrell's body. Voldemort didn't feel any pain when using it. He just continued to be pressed against the chest by the unicorn and approached the burning wall. Death was only a matter of time.

Under such a stalemate, Ivan was the first to be unable to hold on any longer. The repeated use of magic power made his brain dizzy, and the cells in his body even warned him. If he hadn't maintained the super-speed operation of the experience card, mode, I’m afraid I’ve fainted long ago.

After barely maintaining it for a while, the unicorn composed of white light and shadow gradually dissipated. He had to rely on his last strength to overturn his opponent, causing Voldemort to be knocked against the Mirror of Erised not far away, and even the wand in his hand was knocked down. Fall aside.

But Voldemort smiled, because he could even clearly see the unwillingness in the red pupils of the unicorn's shadow before it dissipated.

"Hahahaha I still win!"

Voldemort stood up with his only hand supporting his body, and picked up the wand on the ground. On his withered body, two overlapping faces had their mouths cracked at the same time, and a horrifying laughter echoed in the wide space. Inside

Just smiling, Voldemort couldn't laugh anymore, because he found that there was no expression of despair or loss on Ivan's face opposite him.

"Harry, stop pretending to be dead, get up and smear his face!" Ivan suddenly shouted at Harry, who was lying not far from Voldemort with his eyes closed, like a corpse.

In the previous stalemate stage, when Ivan's magic power was about to be exhausted, he was keenly aware that Harry's body seemed to have moved, so he immediately changed his mind about competing with Voldemort for magic power consumption.

Because Ivan knew very well that the black mist might kill him, but it would never kill Harry!

In Voldemort's disbelieving gaze, Harry Potter, who he thought should be dead, suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew towards him!

In fact, Harry was not lying on the ground pretending to be dead as Ivan thought, but he couldn't move his body at all before.

After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was dead, and his consciousness fell into a brief coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body that was protecting him and resisting the black mist.

It wasn't until Voldemort recovered all the black mist and concentrated on dealing with Ivan that the power to protect him gradually allowed him to regain a certain degree of consciousness and mobility, but his body was still a little paralyzed and he couldn't even open his eyes. open.

But Harry knew very well in his heart that the battle had reached the most critical moment, so he ignored his physical weakness and forced himself to get up and press his hands on Voldemort's weird snake face according to Ivan's instructions!

The withered snake face felt like a rag, with some slippery yellow liquid on it.

The sizzling sound spread from the place where Harry's palm touched, and Voldemort let out a painful wail. The flesh on his face seemed to have been burned with a branding iron, and it was peeled off piece by piece. He forcefully pulled Harry away. Kicked to the ground, but unable to stop the collapse of the body

Harry sat down on the ground and stared blankly at Voldemort's miserable condition. At the same time, he looked at his hands in disbelief. He just stepped forward and touched them twice.

Are my hands poisonous?

Harry didn't know whether he was happy or depressed.

"Shattered to pieces!" Ivan summoned the last bit of magic power and pointed the wand at Voldemort's gradually collapsing body.

Sorry, this head is mine!

Seeing Voldemort's body explode and turn into powder floating in the air, Ivan listened to the system sound in his mind and fell to the ground with satisfaction, without any strength left.

Voldemort's black soul roared out of his body that turned into dust and swept towards Ivan.

But before it was touched, the illusory soul suddenly changed its direction and rushed out of the room.

The next moment, the faint blue phoenix flew in through the black flames at the door, and its whole body bloomed with a soothing blue light, wandering around in this room.

Seeing this phoenix, Ivan's heart was finally relieved, but he still couldn't help but want to curse.

Dumbledore, you came just in time.

There was a burst of curses in his heart, but after he relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions came to his mind. Ivan resisted for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Just when Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded at the door.

"All curses end!"

The black flame blocking the door gradually extinguished, and this magical power even spread to the large room inside.

The fierce fire, which is said to never be extinguished, cannot avoid the fate of disappearing under this kind of power.

"Professor! Hurry! Ivan and Harry are inside." Hermione couldn't help but rushed in when the black flames went out.

Of course, the little witch did not forget to tug on Dumbledore's sleeve and pull him in, while Ron followed panting at the back.

The three of them walked into this spacious room and immediately saw the dilapidated scene inside.

Most of the twelve columns used to support the room were broken, and large pieces of rubble were scattered on the ground. The surrounding walls were burned by fierce fire and were in dilapidated condition. There were pits everywhere that were damaged by powerful spells, and there were also A strong stench.

Even Dumbledore didn't expect that the battle would turn out like this. Although he had seen it through the Patronus' perspective before coming in, it was still a bit shocking to see this scene with his own eyes.