[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

After Wanda was stunned for a short time, Chaos Magic had already struck. The red energy quickly entangled Voldemort. The other end of the energy was in Wanda's hands. She grabbed the energy and wanted to throw Voldemort directly from the corridor.

Voldemort stood firmly in place, as if the red energy had no effect on him, no matter how Wanda manipulated it, it would have no effect.He took a step forward and slowly approached Wanda step by step.

Wanda could only keep backing away until her back touched the brain wave device, and there was no way to retreat.

The energy of chaos magic burst out again, and the spherical walls of the entire brain wave room trembled under the energy fluctuations.A red energy ball quickly condensed into shape in Wanda's hands, and then blasted towards Voldemort with astonishing power.

Voldemort finally couldn't ignore this force anymore. He raised his hand, and a transparent barrier stood in front of him. The moment the energy collided, the entire brainwave chamber burst into a scarlet light.Red energy burst out from Wanda's hands again, firmly blocking Voldemort's progress.

In this brain wave room where there was only a silent collision of power, Voldemort suddenly said softly: "At your age, having this kind of power is already very remarkable."

Before Wanda had time to think about the meaning of this sentence, she felt that the resistance disappeared, and the energy hit the door of the brain wave room like a shock wave.

She quickly withdrew her energy, and in that short moment, Voldemort had already appeared in front of her, easily broke through her defense, grabbed her slender neck with one hand, and directly pressed her against the brain wave instrument on the console.

"If you had answered my question earlier, I wouldn't have needed to be so rude," Voldemort said in a low voice.

Wanda wanted to struggle, but the irresistible force from those hands almost made her breathless and her whole body was weak.She didn't understand why there was such a commotion, but no one in the entire Xavier School for Gifted Youth woke up from their dream.

Why is this happening?

"Your Occlumency is not bad," said Voldemort, raising his wand, gently touching the tip of Wanda's temple, and pressing it in gently.

The severe pain spread from the temple to the whole brain, Wanda could only scream silently, letting the other party randomly search and read all the memories in her brain.

Voldemort quickly flipped through the girl's past, learning more about the hidden side of the world.He quickly read the girl's experience in the past less than 20 years, and then slowed down at a memory.

Sokovia.

He looked at this memory with a blank face, watching Shen Yanzhou being attacked by Wanda, and then falling into a hallucination.

He stood in Wanda's perspective, and Wanda also stood in his perspective, like a bystander and a participant, cruelly torturing the person he least wanted to hurt at this moment in this illusion.He watched helplessly, unable to do anything, until the other party was completely swallowed up by anger and sadness, raised the sharp blade, and stabbed at his heart without hesitation.

The illusion came to an abrupt end, and at the last second, the blade stopped above his heart.

At that moment, Voldemort was looking forward to it, hoping that the sword could really pierce the heart.

After he broke away from the illusion, unconcealable tiredness appeared on his face.He retracted his wand and took two steps back, looking a little dazed.

As if immersed in an ice pool, the chill soaked through the lungs, and then spread to the limbs from the inside out, so stiff and cold that it seemed to be buried alive in deep snow.

Wanda was finally freed from the endless pain, she fell from the console and fell to the ground, panting with difficulty.

For a while, he was relatively speechless.

Voldemort finally regained his consciousness and temperature. He raised his head to look at Wanda, and slowly raised the wand in his hand.

He knew that this girl was not guilty of death, and he knew that the person who really caused Shen Yanzhou pain was himself, not the girl who created the illusion. He knew that he was venting his anger, but he could no longer suppress the mad howling in his body. beast.Perhaps when he saw the hatred in Shen Yanzhou's eyes, he had completely lost his mind.

So undisguised and suppressed, hate.

The yew wood wand was pointed at the girl who was lying on the ground, and a green light was faintly visible at the tip.

"Avada—"

"stop!"

A soft shout exploded in his head, and Voldemort turned his head, and saw that the door of the brain wave room had been opened, and a figure stood outside, and walked in quickly at the moment the door opened.

Wanda looked at the people who walked in, and was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a moment. After a long silence, she asked, "...are you able to walk?"

Charles' eyes were still fixed on Voldemort standing in the middle of the corridor, between him and Wanda. The emotions in his eyes were a bit complicated. He shook his head: "This is not reality, Wanda, this is just something he created. A world in consciousness."

It was only then that Wanda realized that it was no wonder no one noticed such a commotion.

"...It's you." Voldemort looked at Charles and narrowed his eyes.

"You know me?" Charles asked.

Voldemort didn't answer, but raised his wand again, and said in a gloomy tone, "Did you see that?"

Charles was silent for a while, then nodded: "I saw part of it."

Wanda didn't understand the conversation between the two as if they were guessing a riddle at all. She struggled to stand up from the ground, and the red light in her hand condensed again.

Voldemort ignored Wanda at all, his eyes burst out with cold murderous intent, and some veins were exposed on the back of the pale hand holding the wand.

The illusion he created was not so easy to break through, but he was in a trance when he saw the memory of Sokovia in Wanda's mind, so it could be easily invaded.Moreover, the spiritual power of the man in front of him is obviously much higher than that of the girl behind him. He even invaded his brain and his illusion when his soul was unstable, and even saw part of his memory.

"What did you see?" His eyes were completely filled with blood-red light, as if a storm of death was brewing.

"...I'm sorry." Charles said softly after a moment of silence.

Although what he saw was not much, it was enough for him to understand the truth of so many things that happened between Voldemort and Shen Yanzhou.

It was also enough for him to experience the kind of bitter regret and sorrow that Voldemort felt.

He once brought cruelty and killing to the whole world, but only left tenderness to one person.He also died of despair, was reborn from hatred, and vented his anger and violence on the same person.

In the end, the lie was broken, the deception of self-deception was exposed, but the chance to make up for it was almost lost forever.

The powerful and crazy Dark Lord, his only weakness was smashed by himself, and put back together again.

It's just that those cracks can't be eliminated in the end.

After all, Voldemort did not wait for Charles' answer. After a long time, his eyes sank, the red light gradually dimmed, and his pupils turned back to pitch black ink.His hand hangs down a little weakly, and the yew wood wand is pointing at the ground slumpedly.

"Do you... know him?" In the silent air, he suddenly whispered.

Charles immediately understood who "he" Voldemort was referring to, and he nodded: "Maybe he can be called a friend."

"Friend..." Voldemort repeated as if talking to himself, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "So if I kill you, he will be sad, right?"

He never had friends.there has never been.

"...It's not just me." Charles said slowly, considering his words, "I don't think he would like to see you kill anyone."

These words seemed to touch Voldemort's weakest nerve. He who was about to calm down suddenly raised his head. The yew wand stretched out like lightning, and the red beam shot out instantly, hitting Charles on the chest. The chest made him fly upside down and fell hard on the hard and cold ground.

"I don't need you to tell me!" roared Voldemort, though the hand that held his wand was trembling.

The blow of the curse was caught off guard, and his sudden rage, which seemed to be split, made Wanda and Charles extremely astonished.

Charles stood up again and sighed: "Yeah, you should be the one who knows best, so I won't say more. The choice is in your hands, Mr. Riddle, just don't let him down."

There was another dead silence, and the raised wand was finally lowered.

Both Charles and Wanda were relieved by his actions, but then tensed again, because the Dark Lord spoke again:

"Don't tell him what you saw. Your soul is very powerful, and I can't clear your memory, but about what you saw... If you say one more word, I will definitely kill you. "

Charles didn't care about the threat in the words, but frowned slightly: "Why? Don't you want him to know the truth?"

"..." Voldemort shook his head.

"He'll always hate you," Charles said.

Voldemort didn't answer the question again, just took one last look at Charles, and then disappeared into thin air, as if he had never existed.

The illusion faded away, and Wanda found that Charles, who was standing ten meters away from her, suddenly disappeared, replaced by Professor X sitting beside her in a wheelchair.

Charles pressed his fingers on his temples, his eyes were tightly closed, and it took a while before he opened those eyes that seemed to contain a sea.

"Teach...professor..." Wanda looked at him with some fear.

Charles sighed lightly, and patted Wanda's head who was sitting on the ground: "It's okay. Just next time... don't be so impulsive."

Wanda nodded vigorously, and then asked hesitantly, "What should we do next?"

Charles was silent for a while, and finally made a decision: "We must contact Shen as soon as possible. Maybe...the Avengers know his whereabouts."

Perhaps the Dark Lord himself didn't realize that his mental state was so unstable that he might collapse at any time. Coupled with the repulsion of time and space, he might collapse at any time.And the collapse of a Dark Lord is almost a devastating blow to this world.He could no longer accept even a little external stimulation, and there was only one way to stabilize him.

The key to the door on the verge of collapse was held in Shen Yanzhou's hand.