[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

"Give that to me." Shen Yanzhou walked into the secret room and said to Baron Strack.

"Don't even think about it." Baron Sterak woke up from the shock that Shen Yanzhou easily blocked the super weapon, roared and fired another shot at him.

Shen Yanzhou was on guard this time, and successfully blocked the attack with the curse of protection.He shook his head, and stretched out his hand to paste Baron Sterak directly to the ceiling: "Just stay on it for a while."

Baron Straker struggled, but to no avail.

Shen Yanzhou walked up to the scepter, and was about to reach out for the scepter, but suddenly felt something was wrong. Before he could turn around, he felt his feet kicked by something, which made him lose his balance , fell to the ground.

Shen Yanzhou was a little surprised, he didn't see clearly what was attacking him at all.

The attack was not over yet, and before he had time to stand up, he felt his feet being grabbed by something, and then he was slammed against the wall by this force.

Shen Yanzhou fell from the wall to the ground, his eyes widened in surprise.

This time, he still didn't see clearly what was attacking him.

Baron Sterak, who was stuck on the ceiling, laughed lowly: "You are not the only mutant here."

Shen Yanzhou got up from the ground, and the curse of keeping lit up beside him.

This is the third time in this world that he has the feeling of meeting his opponent.The first time was Charles, the second time was Tony.

Countless spells were blessed by him on his body, but when he was casting spells on his eyes, he was suddenly punched in the face.This punch came without warning, Shen Yanzhou could barely see a blue shadow flying past his eyes, and then he was almost fell to the ground by this punch.

Shen Yanzhou touched the place where he was beaten, feeling a little dazed.

This was really the first time he was slapped in the face.

Although he didn't really care about his face—because he always felt that he was relying on his talent instead of his face to make a living, but he was still a little angry when he was beaten up like this.

"An extremely fast mutant?" Shen Yanzhou probably knew what was going on. Although he was a little annoyed, he still controlled his emotions well and calmly thought about countermeasures.

No matter how fast the speed is, if you are caught, you will not be able to move.

Thinking of this, Shen Yanzhou immediately wrote the word "Shuangjie" in the air with his finger, but when he was still writing the second stroke of the word "Shuangjie", someone hit his writing finger with a stick.

Ten fingers connected to heart, Shen Yanzhou was beaten so badly by this stick that he almost burst into tears from the pain.

unacceptable!

Shen Yanzhou was really angry this time. He expanded the curse of protection into a barrier, and then finished writing the next words at a very fast speed, freezing the entire secret room in a layer of ice.

Baron Sterak was frozen almost instantly, and his teeth kept shaking as he stuck to the ceiling.

Kuaiyin in the corner also instantly noticed that a thin layer of ice had formed on the ground, even freezing his feet and the ground together, and he was still climbing up. knee.

He was about to crush the ice layer, but found that the ice could not be broken no matter what, it was like extremely hard metal.

His speed is indeed very fast, but his strength is only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

While he was trying to break through the ice, Shen Yanzhou also found his place.

Shen Yanzhou walked in front of him, looked down at this young man who was half a head shorter than himself, resisted the urge to punch him in the face, and said expressionlessly: "Not bad."

"...Thank you." Kuaiyin was stunned for a moment, seeing Shen Yanzhou grabbing him, facing such a strong opponent, he thought he was going to be doomed, but the other party just praised him.This made him feel inexplicably flattered.

Shen Yanzhou ignored the subdued boy, turned around and walked towards the scepter.

He reached for the scepter, and when the touch of metal was truly conveyed to his brain, he looked at the tip of the scepter emitting light in disbelief.

It's that simple?

No, it's impossible.

Shen Yanzhou suddenly felt an unreal feeling.

Just as he was about to leave here with the scepter, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"professor."

Shen Yanzhou felt his heart skip a beat. His hand holding the scepter shook slightly, and the scepter landed on the metal table, making a piercing sound of metal colliding.

……

Shen Yanzhou couldn't believe his ears, he didn't look back, and stared blankly at the scepter on the table.

"professor."

The voice called him again.

Shen Yanzhou slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Voldemort was standing not far behind him, with his usual polite but icy smile on his face.

His eyes gleamed with blood, hiding endless cruelty and violence like a tide.

Shen Yanzhou subconsciously looked down at his left hand.

The Dark Mark was once again imprinted on his hand like a curse, a nightmare that could never be shaken off.

"How could you..." Shen Yanzhou heard his voice tremble.

"..." Voldemort didn't speak, but approached Shen Yanzhou step by step, stopped only two or three steps away from him, squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Yanzhou's face. "Professor, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Saying this, he stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Shen Yanzhou's face, where Kuaiyin had slapped him just now.

Shen Yanzhou only wanted to retreat, but behind him was the table with the scepter, and he had no way to retreat.

"Why don't you speak?" Voldemort looked up into Shen Yanzhou's eyes and said softly.

"..." Shen Yanzhou reached out and waved the Dark Lord's hand away, frowning.

"..." Voldemort looked at the hand that he waved away, and chuckled, "I almost forgot, you hate me."

"But I hate you just as much."

When he was speaking, his voice suddenly cooled down, like a sudden biting wind in the cold winter, it was bone-chillingly cold, even colder than the temperature in the secret room.

"Do you think you can be freed by death?" He continued. "Do you think your spell will work?"

"You can only save them once, but I can come back countless times."

"I will kill your students one by one."

"I'll kill them all in front of Dumbledore."

"You betrayed me once is not enough, you have to betray me a second time."

"I'll find you and kill you again."

……

Shen Yanzhou stared blankly at his crazy and cruel eyes, looked at the distorted smile on his extremely handsome face, and listened to the cruel words that came out of his mouth.

Voldemort turned his head to look in one direction, and Shen Yanzhou followed suit.

James stood not far away, his young body trembling, with a wand in his hand, standing in front of Lily.

Shen Yanzhou felt that he could not control his emotions at all, he gave up the scepter behind him without hesitation, ran over, and stood in front of James.

"Stop it." He looked at Voldemort, his tone almost pleading.

"You want to protect him?" Voldemort smiled mockingly. "You yourself are nothing but a dead man, what do you use to protect him?"

He raised the yew wand in his hand and pointed it at Shen Yanzhou and James behind him.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light penetrated Shen Yanzhou's body in an instant and hit James behind him.

Shen Yanzhou turned his head, he felt that the world collapsed at this moment, time slowed down, and everything was frozen in this second.

The childishness on James' face hadn't faded yet, and the death curse had already frozen his life at this moment.

Shen Yanzhou wanted to reach out to support him, but only saw his body pass through his hand.He could only watch helplessly as he fell to the ground, and Lily behind him cried and threw herself on his body, hot tears fell on his stiff and young body in big drops.

Shen Yanzhou felt that he wanted to cry too, but he couldn't cry.

He felt that something was completely shattered at this moment.

He just felt a flame rising in his body, burning all his sanity almost instantly.

He turned his head and looked at Voldemort. In those gentle and quiet eyes, only burning anger and irrational chaos remained.

"You killed him."

Voldemort looked into Shen Yanzhou's eyes, and an almost sickly excited smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Yes." He said softly.

"You killed him!" Shen Yanzhou flashed in front of Voldemort almost instantly, threw him to the ground without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to grab his neck.

His other hand wrote the word "blade" in the air, and the black ink condensed into an extremely sharp sword in the air.

"Go to die too!"

……

"stop it now!"

……

The sword stopped abruptly when it was less than a centimeter away from Voldemort's face.

Shen Yanzhou panted, and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

Kuaiyin stood there, his feet still fixed to the ground by the ice, his face full of panic.

Shen Yanzhou looked down at the person whose neck he had strangled.

That's a girl.

She flushed from lack of oxygen.

Shen Yanzhou looked at the girl who was strangled by him motionlessly, with some doubts in his eyes, as if he was thinking about which scene he saw was real and which scene was illusion.

"Let go!" Kuaiyin's voice reached Shen Yanzhou's ears again. "I beg you."

Shen Yanzhou quietly looked at the girl who was strangled by him, and let go of the girl's neck before she was suffocated. The blade in his hand also turned into ink and dissipated in the air.

He stood up, suddenly feeling dizzy.

He subconsciously looked at his left arm, there was nothing there.

"What did you do to my brain?" Shen Yanzhou asked in a deep voice.

Even if the Tianyan pen is not by his side, no one can help him defend against the intrusion of thinking, he can't lose his mind so easily, it must be because of some extra tricks by this girl.

Wanda coughed for a long time before barely recovering from the lack of oxygen. She slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the handsome and deep young man in front of her with a complicated expression.

She invaded his brain when he was unprepared, broke his defenses, saw the scene he was most afraid of, and elicited all the negative emotions deep in his heart.

Although she didn't actually understand who those people were and what Avada Kedavra meant.But that kind of bone-chilling hatred, fear and despair made even a bystander of her startled.

What exactly has this person been through?

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