Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 569 Draco's Soul Eater Curse

A weird liquid left from Grindelwald's face.

He no longer tried to awaken the god of death, but kept chanting something in a language that people could not understand.

As he chanted, the hand of the god of death also slowly stopped, only the skin pierced by the nails still leaked out a strangely colored liquid.

"I will be backlashed by the bondage runes. You try to stop Reaper and Grindelwald, and buy more time for His Majesty."

Hermione spoke suddenly, and looked at Draco.

There seemed to be a thousand words to say in her eyes, but her bleeding and trembling lips were tightly pressed after all.

Draco also looked at each other, just one glance, which made his mind racing.

"you……"

Trembling uttered a word, but couldn't say more.

He knew that Hermione was going to die, Hermione told him with her eyes.

He wanted to apologize for everything in the past, for not being brave, for what Hermione had suffered.

But when the words came to his lips, he knew there was no need for them.

Hermione had forgiven him and still loved him.

Love, a complex and indescribable emotion.

At its fullest, it's volcanically hot and unstoppable.

When it is cold, it is as hard and cold as ice.

At this time, Hermione's love for him was indeed unpretentious, deep and clear.

All of this, Draco got the answer through those eyes.

For a moment, his eyes were reddish.

Pain, regret welling up in his heart, Draco felt unforgivable.

But Hermione's gaze seemed to comfort his painful heart.

Then, the fetter rune began to shatter.

Along with that, Hermione's body shattered and dissipated like a mirror.

"No~~~"

Draco yelled in pain, and reached out to try to hold back something.

But the broken Hermione just left him a smile at the end and disappeared completely.

"Reaper is recovering, using magic spells to attack."

"Don't just use jinxes, try other kinds of spells."

"I use elemental spells, Barty, try using curse spells."

In front of the dilapidated door, the chaotic crowd kept expressing their opinions.

For the dead Hermione, except for Draco, no one else has time to take care of it.

This is not a good time for sad spring and autumn. If it is not done well, the whole world will be destroyed because of it.

"Everyone spread out, don't get too close to him."

Trying to slay Neville, the god of death, with his sword, he shouted an order.

Everyone dispersed obediently, but the wands in their hands pointed at Reaper and Grindelwald who were being divided into two.

In the middle of the separated two people, a viscous asphalt-like liquid pulls out filaments. The scene looks weird and terrifying.

"call."

Fiendfire spewed out from the clutches of old Crabbe, burning towards the separated two people not far away.

"Damn it, don't use Fiendfire on Grindelwald."

Neville roared and wanted to use magic to stop the Fiendfire from Old Crabbe's wand, but he was obviously a step slower.

Fiercefire had already infected the two of them, and was controlled by Grindelwald as expected, and quickly rushed into his body.

In an instant, the separation began to accelerate, and the **** of death with scarlet eyes and no nose also turned to look at the crowd.

The evil eyes just flickered on everyone, and they were startled with fright.

When the eyes settled down, everyone found that what he was looking at was Voldemort who was still writing and drawing at the end of the corridor.

"Stop him."

Neville roared, and regardless of his previous fear, he bravely stood in front of Voldemort, blocking Death's sight.

Several others also gathered towards Neville.

Obviously, they will not allow this god of death to harm their majesty.

"A sharp knife cuts the throat."

A hoarse voice sounded, and Reaper, who was completely separated from Grindelwald, pointed his slender and sharp fingers at everyone.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the corridor, and in the next second, countless black sharp blades appeared at the throats of everyone out of thin air.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

After several slight frictions, blood gushed out of everyone's throats.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Everyone pointed their wands at their throats one after another. Although the effect was not good, they did not die immediately.

But even if they didn't die immediately, they also lost the ability to stop the god of death, and could only watch him float and fly towards Voldemort.

"Eternal Life by Soul Eater~~"

Death's floating body suddenly stopped in the air.

He turned around suspiciously, and saw Draco looking at him resolutely behind him.

And on the magic spell that Draco held high, a green magic spewed out and shot straight at the god of death.

"Om~~"

In an instant, the beam of light formed by the magic power connected Death and Draco together.

The long corridor, illuminated by this emerald green beam of light, is full of green everywhere.

The people who were still busy trying to save themselves couldn't help raising their heads with a look of surprise.

The Soul Eater Curse, a curse that has been made public among the Death Eaters, is powerful and weird.

It can make people devour other people's souls, but the price they pay is their own souls.

In the magical world, souls are equal.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the enemy is, this magic is enough to cause damage.

Because it uses the soul of the user to exchange the soul of the recipient in equivalent terms.

And this is where the magic spell is weird.

"Draco~~~"

At the end of the corridor, among the group of people rushing over was Lucius.

As soon as he entered the corridor, before he could see the situation clearly, he was attracted by the emerald green beam of light.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that it was his proud son who used this terrifying spell.

Facing all this, he couldn't help shouting Draco's name.

And Draco, amidst Lucius' shouts, turned his head to look at him.

Same platinum hair, same gray eyes.

The difference is that the former has an anxious face, full of terror and worry.

As for the latter, although he was about to face death, there was a sense of relief in those eyes.

"Thank you, my father, for telling Narcissa I love her."

Draco said silently, then shook his wand.

"Zilla~~"

The green beam of light trembled like a chain, hooking the Grim Reaper towards Draco.

There was a puzzled expression on Death's face, but it seemed that he did not face the pain of death.

Regarding this, both Draco, Neville and the others were full of doubts.

"People who can travel through different worlds do not exist because of souls, Draco."

The hoarse voice sounded, causing everyone, including Draco, to widen their eyes in surprise.

If death does not exist because of the soul, then Draco's contribution...

Everyone looked at Draco's eyes, showing sadness involuntarily.

Especially Lucius, the wizard who has always been scheming and cunning, his eyes turned red for the first time in front of everyone.

However, facing this result, Draco didn't look disappointed.

On the contrary, there was a smile on his face, and at the same time, he looked behind Death God.

There, exactly where Voldemort was.

(End of this chapter)