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Chapter 105 Self-Destruction
Chapter 105 Self-Destruction
The barrier, along with the remaining flames clinging to its surface, hurtled forward like a giant flying shield.
Bang bang bang!
The reflected stone cones struck the solid barrier surface and shattered into powder.
Seeing the massive barrier approaching, Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then his wide robes unfurled once more, and his body seemed to float backward as if weightless, narrowly missing the surface of the massive flying shield, before disappearing into the deep darkness behind him like a ghost.
The instant he was completely swallowed by darkness, a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds came from inside Quirrell's body. His entire form began to twist and collapse, eventually transforming into a writhing shadow composed of viscous blood and pure shadow.
The shadowy figure clung to the ground like a slithering venomous snake. The massive barrier that Lin Qi had pushed over flew past him with tremendous force, finally crashing heavily into the wall in the distance!
Boom! ...
A huge crater was smashed into the boulder wall, and more rubble and dust billowed out, further consuming the light in the room.
For a moment, apart from the sound of flying pebbles and colliding with bricks, the entire room fell silent.
Harry cautiously peeked out, observing the situation in the room.
The towering flames from just now have disappeared, leaving only the scorching heat in the air.
He saw Professor Lynch raise his hand and flick a point of light into the air, illuminating most of the room, except for the edges of the room covered in smoke and dust, which were indistinct and unclear.
Professor Lin Qi raised his hand and pressed down on the billowing smoke and dust in front of him. The smoke and dust were instantly pressed to the ground by the invisible force.
Harry then realized that Voldemort's figure had disappeared along with the wave of fire.
Lin Qi stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed, his sharp gaze slowly sweeping across his surroundings.
He knew in his heart that the attack he had just delivered had not hit Voldemort.
Instead, Voldemort seized the opportunity to successfully hide.
But Lynch remained incredibly calm.
The founder's authority, forged with Hogwarts Castle, intertwined with his own powerful magical perception, forming an invisible giant net that enveloped the entire room.
Voldemort's concealment might fool other wizards, but it was impossible for him to completely disappear in front of them.
Sure enough, after only a few breaths, his powerful senses detected a faint yet incredibly malevolent energy fluctuation, spreading in the darkness like ripples on the surface of water.
An almost imperceptible shadow was using the ruins as cover, moving swiftly and eerily along the cold stone walls of the room—its target was unmistakable: the panicked Harry Potter who had been hiding in that direction since the start of the battle!
Lynch's narrowed eyes flashed with a sharp light. He didn't look at Voldemort's movement trajectory anymore, but instead, without hesitation, he suddenly spread his five fingers wide in Harry's direction and grabbed at the air.
Harry felt a sudden tightness all over his body, as if he were bound by countless invisible ropes, and the scene before him changed rapidly.
The next second, the world spun around him, and when he came to his senses, he was already suspended in mid-air, clinging to Professor Lynch's side like a wolf.
Lynch reached out and gently placed Harry on his shoulder, lowering him down from the air.
But from beginning to end, his gaze never fell on Harry for even a second.
Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on a piece of gravel at the edge of the room—Voldemort's shadow was hiding behind this piece of gravel.
"Have you thought of any new plans?" Lynch's tone remained calm, but it was precisely this overly calm tone that made the sarcasm in his words sharp and almost grating, at least to Voldemort.
A surge of overwhelming rage welled up within Voldemort. The two people before him were, firstly, the one who had brought him to this state, and secondly, the one who was now humiliating him.
He wished he could tear the two people in front of him to shreds, skin them, and dismember them, venting his hatred in the most cruel way.
But even the most intense anger is nothing more than impotent rage.
The reality couldn't be clearer: having lost his body, he could only control Quirrell's broken shell to fight, using every means at his disposal, yet he was no match for the gallows.
All his attacks were easily neutralized, and even his sneak attack on the boy was completely seen through.
But with each swing of the gallows, he had to fight with everything he had, even at a terrible cost, just to barely defend himself.
The situation is very unfavorable to me.
So at this moment, despite his burning hatred, Voldemort forced himself to maintain his cold rationality.
His figure coalesced and rose from the shadows behind the rocks, silently sensing the condition of Quirrell's body.
The result was that it was riddled with holes, tattered and broken, and on its last breath away from death.
So he didn't hesitate to drain Quirrell of his last bit of life.
Quirrell's sorrow faded from his mind.
The extracted life force and magical energy combined and compressed into a single point, brewing at the center of this body.
It will take a little more time.
Voldemort thought to himself.
"At this moment, it's gone." He responded to Lynch's sarcasm in a hoarse voice.
Lynch narrowed his eyes again, sizing up Voldemort, who had suddenly shown a willingness to communicate, and guessing what Voldemort was up to.
Voldemort paused, then turned to Lynch and asked, "You seem to have been expecting my arrival?"
Lynch flashed a flawless smile, deciding to lie: "At first, it was just Snape who thought something was off about you,"
But that's none of my business. Until that time in the Forbidden Forest—that black-robed man, the one who used magic to escape at the last moment—wasn't that you?
Voldemort remained silent, his face, gaunt from Quirrell's death, growing even more sinister, tacitly agreeing with Lynch's guess.
At the same time, with the enhancement of the castle contract, Lynch also sensed the compressed and condensed power within Voldemort's body and understood his plan.
But he did not stop Voldemort.
Instead, he continued, "At that moment, the texture of magic suddenly changed. It became more concentrated, more refined, more..."
familiar."
"After Glencoe Valley, I etched your magical characteristics into my heart."
"It's only natural that I recognized you."
"After all... I've been waiting for a second round with you."
Voldemort grinned menacingly. "I'm also eagerly anticipating our second all-out battle, but unfortunately... we'll have to wait."
Before he could finish speaking, Voldemort's body began to tremble violently, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices.
With a shrill, inhuman scream, the body seemed to shatter into pieces of porcelain, and ominous, eerie green light shot out from the cracks in its surface!
A massive and chaotic magical power erupted from his body!