Batman's Owl Godfather

Chapter 44 Voldemort Stops Smiling
The appearance of Godric Gryffindor became the biggest variable in this battle.

The pressure on Dumbledore's shoulders suddenly eased, and the professors watching the battlefield gained confidence.

Thousands of years ago, Godric defeated countless opponents with a magic wand in one hand and a silver sword in the other, leaving behind the reputation of the strongest duel master.

And now, he has even defeated death.

A thousand years have passed. To what extent has Gryffindor's power grown?
No one could imagine it!

The balance of victory quietly shifted.

"They're about to start again."

The Ravenclaw, who had turned into a skeleton, held his forehead helplessly and signaled Hufflepuff not to interfere.

Let these two guys resolve their feud themselves.

"What a pathetic sight, Salazar."

Godric raised his sword and looked at Salazar with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "Even your heart is controlled by others."

"Stop talking nonsense." Salazar clenched the snake staff in his hand, and the fire of his soul became stronger.

"When you opposed my ideas, you had such a disgusting look on your face!"

Salazar was now extremely furious. He was finally resurrected, but not long after he opened his eyes, he saw something dirty.

Disgusting, disgusting!
He suddenly raised the snake-shaped scepter and pressed it hard.

thump—

All of a sudden, Slytherin's Fiery Sun began to expand rapidly, and its aura replaced the real sun in a trance.

The flames emitted strange streams of light, like countless snake tails, swaying towards the sky, dancing to the melody of destruction.

The temperature around began to rise, and the stone bridge was burned red, with signs of melting into liquid.

When the fierce fire sun expanded to the extreme, time seemed to stop for a brief moment. Then, the sun collapsed and fire rained down, like the wrath of the gods, pouring down, turning everything into ashes.

"Calling God..."

Faced with this scene, Dumbledore subconsciously summoned the patronus, the Phoenix, to resist the Fiendfyre.

But before he could finish the spell, Gryffindor walked forward.

His sword was forged by goblins and can absorb filth and transform it into its own power.

He casually swung the silver sword, and the flames in the sky were immediately drawn and headed straight for the sword's blade, then were completely absorbed. Only countless white smoke floated behind Gryffindor, and the sword was outlined into a pale flag.

Then, Gryffindor swung his sword backhand, cutting out a golden flame, which turned into sword energy and headed straight towards Slytherin.

The speed of the sword energy exceeds the limit of what the naked eye can capture.

Salazar didn't have time to react before he was hit directly by the sword energy. He didn't even have time to scream before his skeletal body was shattered.

Dumbledore was stunned.

The professors were also stunned.

So simple?
"We won!!!" Professor Flitwick roared heartbreakingly.

Snape also nodded: "With Godric's power, victory is inevitable."

Professor McGonagall smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of now."

The professors did not control their voices, and all conversations fell into the battlefield.

However, Gryffindor was not at all happy to hear these inspiring words.

He raised his eyebrows, turned to Dumbledore and said, "Albus, could you please take care of your professors?"

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked puzzled.

“Language is magical.”

Gryffindor's expression became a little strange. "If we let them continue talking, the good situation will be reversed... Never mind, it's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, Salazar's shattered skeleton suddenly began to gather together again.

In just a blink of an eye, he stood up again, unharmed.

Gryffindor sighed: "Sorry for the trouble..."

There is no point in continuing the attack.

Salazar is now a being that cannot be killed even by fierce fire.

……

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, it was Quirrell's voice. He ran from a distance, knelt on the ground from a distance, and slid all the way to Salazar's side.

"Master Slytherin! You are really resurrected!!!"

There was an ecstasy beyond reason on Quirrell's face. He trembled and prostrated himself at Salazar's feet.

Sarah looked at the dark wizard who suddenly appeared, and a trace of confusion suddenly flashed in her eyes.

He looked up first and said to Gryffindor, "Wait for me for a moment. I have something to do."

Godric shrugged, letting him do as he pleased.

The lion, which represents courage and justice, will not launch a sneak attack.

Slytherin looked at Quirrell again: "I feel a blood connection in you. Are you my descendant?"

"No, not me! It's my master!"

Quirrell quickly untied the turban that was wrapped around his head.

Under everyone's gaze, a hideous and terrifying face appeared where the back of Quirrell's head was originally.

The thing Dumbledore least wanted to see happened: "Voldemort, you are not dead after all."

Voldemort ignored Dumbledore and immediately expressed his loyalty to his ancestor: "Lord Slytherin, I am a descendant of the Gaunt family, your direct bloodline!"

"The Gaunts, Voldemort?"

Slytherin looked at Voldemort and saw right through his weakened soul.

"You really have my blood, but you are in such a state now that you can't help me at all. Go away."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order from his ancestors, Voldemort did not hesitate at all and immediately asked Quirrell to do as he was told and retreat obediently.

The resurrection Jason talked about was real.

Voldemort finally saw the hope of resurrection. The reward for his cooperation with Jason was a drop of Dionysus factor. Next, he only needed to create a physical body to be perfectly resurrected!

On the other side, Salazar readjusted to combat status. In his opinion, the previous fight was just a mutual test.

He suffered a small defeat, but it was to be said that he did not try his best.

Gryffindor had already drawn his Noble Phantasm, but he didn't even have a wand, so it was obviously an inequality.

But that's it.

He, Salazar, also has his own treasure.

At this time, Voldemort was so excited that he was almost trembling.

With the support of his ancestors, all the resentment and hatred over the past decade will be repaid!

He was already laughing wildly in his heart.

Suddenly, Salazar stretched out his hand and said, "Come here, Soul Box!"

As the spell sounded, a locket suddenly flew out from the old Black house at 12 Grimmauld Place in London. It traveled hundreds of miles at an extremely fast speed and landed in Salazar's hands in the blink of an eye.

"Ok?"

As soon as he got the locket, Salazar felt something was wrong.

After a quick inspection, he knew the reason and immediately started to curse: "Who is the one who turned my treasure into a Horcrux?"

Voldemort suddenly stopped smiling.

"How disgusting!"

Salazar gritted his teeth, and his magic power surged, strangling all the soul fragments in the locket in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Voldemort's face behind Quirrell suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain.

But he was holding back and didn't dare to scream out.

Once the sound is made, it would be equivalent to confessing oneself in front of Slytherin!
At the same time, Salazar's act of summoning the Noble Phantasm alerted the Hufflepuffs who had been watching the show.

She also has a treasure circulating in the world, so could it have been made into a Horcrux?

No, I have to check it.

So Hufflepuff held out his hand and chanted the spell: "Cup of Gold."

Hearing this spell, Voldemort wanted to kneel down on the spot.

(End of this chapter)