Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"Urquhart..."

Looking at the figure, Professor McGonagall murmured, staggered forward, and gradually lowered his head...

"...you're not Urquhart...he wouldn't call me McGonagall, let alone say such irresponsible words..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and passed the figure. Although her footsteps were staggering, she still walked firmly towards the human face...

"...You should be Tom... Sure enough, as Professor Dumbledore said, you are good at spying on people's hearts..."

Professor McGonagall's voice gradually lowered, and his head was also lowered. A drop of tear fell on the slate, breaking a crystal splash.

"...But anyway, I still want to thank you, thank you for letting me see his face and hear his voice..."

As Professor McGonagall said, she raised her hand, and a diary with a black cover flew over from the tall portrait and fell in front of her.

"...As a thank you...I will absolutely...absolutely...absolutely send you to hell! I swear!!!"

Looking up, Professor McGonagall's eyes became scarlet due to bloodshot eyes. He turned his head to stare at the young man who turned into a handsome young man with a shadow hidden between his brows. The two looked at each other.. .

"Minerva...McGonagall!"

The young man, trembling all over, gritted his teeth, stared at Professor McGonagall, and said viciously:

"Do you...really think...Urquhart's death was caused by me...Tom Riddle?"

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Professor McGonagall just looked at him coldly, ignoring the wet ground, and knelt down on the ground, placing all the Horcruxes in the dragon skin pocket in front of him, and every time he took out one, the figure on the opposite side I will be anxious.

"You really don't want to avenge Urquhart? To watch his enemies breathe the air of freedom without any punishment..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall remained silent, carefully took out a wooden box from his pocket, opened the box, and there was a fang as thick as a woman's wrist, lying there harmlessly.

"Minerva McGonagall... If I were you, when I think of the person who killed my lover is still alive somewhere in the world, even if it is a prison...

He can breathe, eat, sleep, and even have his own hobbies, and I will die of pain!

You... really don't want to know who caused the chaos in the entire wizarding world, who single-handedly controlled the war in the wizarding world, and indirectly caused Urquhart's death? "

"...I won't believe a word you say..."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall's hands gripping the basilisk's fangs began to tremble, the young man on the opposite side heaved a sigh of relief, showing a triumphant smile, leaned forward slowly, and said softly:

"...no...you want to know...you already believe...don't you..."

"who's that person!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was a little hoarse. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from his mouth. The fangs in his hand were shaking, as if they were about to fall at any time.

"That person... is Gu Yi!"

......

"Ancient One!!! Damn you!!!"

In the confrontation under the ground, you come and I fight against each other, but the confrontation on the ground is a one-sided massacre.

Wang Xuebin turned into green smoke, setting off waves of blood among the crowd of Death Eaters. Behind him, Voldemort chased frantically, but he could only watch the death of his servants helplessly.

In the dazzling pyramid, two streams of smoke, like two mating snakes, rolled and twisted together, never separated.

"Damn you!"

A gloomy green light flashed, and the blue smoke rolled over, dodging it, but the Death Eater behind the blue smoke, unfortunately became an innocent soul under the death curse.

At this time, Voldemort had already realized that this man named Ancient One was just teasing him. If the other party was serious, he would definitely be a more difficult opponent than Dumbledore.

He wasn't sure about defeating the opponent, not even sure about protecting himself, but unfortunately, he found out a little too late...

He has tried to escape the trap set for him through apparation more than once.

But the anti-apparition effect of this shining pyramid-shaped cage is no worse than that of Hogwarts. Now he is trapped and unable to escape...

All he can do now is to pin his hopes on those Horcruxes, as long as there is a fish that slips through the net, he can make a comeback.

He has studied at least four ways to bring people in the soul state back to life, as long as there is one that slips through the net...

if only...

"what"

The mournful howling sound echoed in the deep night, and Voldemort, who was chasing after Wang Xuebin, stopped in response, rolled and fell to the ground, smashing the stone-paved ground into cracks.

"Ow!!!"

Another sound...

Under the despairing eyes of the only two remaining Death Eaters, Voldemort was lying on the ground twisted in pain, his mouth opened so wide that he tore his own lip, and his hands were clutching around his body, he couldn't even hold his wand. live.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin, who turned into green smoke, finally stopped his figure, turned around, and stood on a lamppost.

He stretched out his left hand that had been clenched into a fist, and lying in his palm was the Slytherin pendant that Voldemort had always carried with him.

During the fight just now, he had quietly taken this pendant in his hand, and he was only waiting for this moment to come...

Wang Xuebin: "... Tom... goodbye..."

Professor McGonagall: "Voldemort! Die!!!"

Voldemort Tom Riddle: "NO!"

Rumble

There was a thunder, and a drop of rain rushed from the sky to the earth, and finished its short life...

The heavy rain fell, but it couldn't extinguish the blue flames. The flames burned not only the dirt on the ground, but also the end of an era.

Voldemort, pawn!

Chapter 585 The Sun Also Rises

The rain sprinkled on the ground. This was the first rain since the beginning of spring. In the rainy country of Britain, it was really late.

The rainwater seeped into the secret room hidden deep in the underground of Hogwarts along a deep crack, merged into a trickle, and flowed down slowly.

On the ground, Professor McGonagall was kneeling there, covering her face with her hands. Tears had already flowed along her fingers, mixing with the rain, washing away that battered heart.