Chapter 1116 Eyeballs

Voldemort showed a terrifying smile, but his red eyes contained no emotion. He took out the shriveled eyeball with blood vessels and meridians from the dragging glass cover, and controlled the eyeball to fly in the direction of Gregor. In the past - it made this eyeball and blood vessels look like an octopus.

"Take it with you," Voldemort said. "Dear Gregor, show me whether the eye in your family's collection is real and whether it will kill someone after being put on and taken off... If you If you are lucky enough to ensure that it is true, and then survive again later, I will allow you to provide me with more services in the future..."

Lucius's pale face was expressionless. He realized that although the Dark Lord often lost control, the failure of that duel allowed him to regain some caution - he did not directly use the artifact that could not feel the magic at all on his own. On the body.

"Idiot, can't you hear the Dark Lord's order?" Lucius urged, "Master! Let me help him complete it!"

Grigor trembled and bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with tears of extreme fear. He knew that he could not resist and actually had no other choice. He raised his right hand tremblingly in order to survive.

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

"Master... Rudolfs wrote a letter to explain..." Lucius did not dare to neglect, he carefully paid attention to the wording, "Master, because every corridor and room in the ruins has been set with multiple spells, and these spells There are some differences between ancient times and our modern magic, so the progress of the curse breakers is relatively slow..." Lucius noticed Voldemort's frown and said quickly, "But Rudolfs doesn't dare to be reckless in this regard. If he enters by force, the trap will explode. The dead center person is nothing, but if it causes a collapse or even causes the heart of Vecna ​​inside to be destroyed...that will really ruin your life, master, so the progress is relatively slow...but because of this, we believe that the thing is indeed It’s inside…”

"Too slow... urge him... I don't think you or your friend would want me to urge him personally..." As soon as Voldemort's impatient tone of compromise fell, a painful wailing suddenly came out, which lasted for a long time. , extremely miserable, as if answering his words.

Blood gurgled from Gregor's left eye socket. Amidst the shrill screams, his original eyeball slipped to the ground, and rolled into a pool of blood... Gregor gasped in pain, his hands covered with blood, He tremblingly opened the glass cover in front of him, gently pinched the dry eye, and pressed it to the eye socket. The human eye squeezed directly into his right eye socket, was soaked with blood, and instantly became plump. His eyes were moving wildly.

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

When the dry eye stopped moving, the skin around Gregor's eye socket cracked like cracked earth, 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. They are connected, like woven spider webs and broken glass, stuck in the eye sockets abruptly.

Gregor gasped in pain, and his new widened eye could not even be closed at all. His whole body collapsed on the floor and kept shaking, sweat and blood mixed together-until the pupils of the Eye of Vecna ​​suddenly froze. He faced Voldemort who was observing in front of him.

Without warning, Gregor's hanging fingers moved, and a flame was released by his wandless spell to cover everyone's sight. Then, Gregor's new, wide-open eyes were suddenly released from behind the flame. A continuous ray, this red ray looked like the blood vessels on the eye stalk before, rushed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and disappeared instantly. However, although the ray shot by the Eye of Vecna ​​was astonishingly powerful and extremely fast, it hit a Death Eater behind Voldemort - that Death Eater instantly It was wrapped in layers of red silk threads to form a red mummy, which then shattered with a bang, as if all the life force had been sucked away by these red silk threads, and scattered into gray dregs on the ground.

Under the influence of Vecna's magic eye, Gregor, who was originally timid and timid, sat up straight and continued to sweep his rays at the Death Eaters in front of him as if madly.

When a group of Death Eaters started to make a fuss and run away, Voldemort, who had reappeared, had already appeared behind Gregor, who was still in a state of losing his mind. His leather boots hit the ground heavily, and he bent down and used His intact left hand, like a big pale spider, pinched the Monte family heir's neck, and used his Vecna ​​hand to dig directly into Gregor's eyeballs - his Vecna ​​hand was hit by the ray, but it was completely Nothing happened.

Voldemort pulled it out and watched the other party's reaction: "It is said that the power of the Eye of Vecna ​​will change with the new owner, but one thing is for sure: good things never happen to those who are unfortunate enough to possess it. .It is destined to betray its wearer at the critical moment, to turn its back on him when he needs its power most."

And as if realizing that he was about to be removed, the Eyes of Vecna ​​in the cracked eye sockets moved crazily and irregularly. Gregor's hair quickly turned gray, and his skin was old and gray, as if he had lost all moisture, and his skin appeared Black markings appeared... Gregor seemed to have lost all vitality in an instant, and the pupil of the intact eye gradually became dilated.

Voldemort's red eyes looked brighter, and the two cat-like eyes were aimed at the Eye of Vecna. After it absorbed all the life force, with a pop sound, when Voldemort raised his hand again, Among the withered fingers that were closed, it was the eye that had left its socket and still looked as dry as ever - and Gregor could no longer see the youthful appearance he once had, like a skeleton wrapped only in dry skin. , has already lost his life.

"Dear Gregor, it seems that you are not blessed by luck...but I am about to have all three sets of this artifact! This will suppress this curse and give me greater power!" Voldemort looked. Seeing the body of the Monte family heir open his mouth, he muttered nervously to his body, and he began to stretch his fingers towards his own left eye socket...

In the Nurmengard wizarding prison in Bavaria, Germany, close to Austria, a flame appeared out of thin air in a corridor at the highest point of the tower, which was cold and dark, far away from human beings and had magic to prevent apparation.

There were footsteps in the corridor of the topmost prison. The magic lamps with a faint green light on the walls on both sides of the corridor shone on the golden stars embellished on the visitor's purple magic robe. UU Reading www.uukaｎｓｓ Give off a little sparkling light. When approaching the middle cell, the visitor stopped, adjusted the pointed wizard hat that was a little crooked on his head, and then continued forward. He saw the target of his trip.

The first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, was already standing upright by the bars of the prison. Although he was a little fatter, he was dressed in formal clothes and smiled at the visitor as if he had been waiting for a long time. At this time, he had The pupils of the prophetic eyes are still activating - the sofa in the cell still has traces of where he sat before, there is a half-empty bucket of popcorn on the small tea table next to it, and there is still something on the TV in the cell. Hogwarts' floating city is playing.

Dumbledore's magic robes swayed like waves, and the phoenix Fawkes on his shoulders burst into flames. When the fire ended, the white wizard had appeared in the cage, and his eyes met Grindelwald's eyes that had returned to normal - —The male phoenix on his shoulder has already flown to the snack pile with ease and started to peck at the popcorn.

"I think I know the poor little boy in front of me... driven away from Hogwarts, misunderstood by everyone he helped... understood by no one, not treated well, but brave... very brave." Grindelwald used His unique elegant tone was 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. Dumbledore could feel the anxiety brought by the other person's breath. The sweet smell of sugar.

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