Doomed to be an enemy

There is sticky and thick magic power in the air, with the smell of fear and resentment.

This is a wide circular room. There are countless grooves on the floor to outline strange symbols. The stone walls spread to the vaulted dome. There are no windows here.The blood-red barrier surrounding the stone throne in the center of the room also stopped him.

Voldemort's dark red eyes stared emotionlessly at the blood barrier a dozen feet away.He suddenly raised the yew wood wand without warning, and there was a violent shock that exploded on the barrier.

The Dark Lord can feel that this is not a very strong magic, but it has almost endless magic power as a supplement.It is not very wise to compete for consumption.

He dropped the idea.

"Why not... Any magic has a threshold."

Moving away the tip of the wand, the blood-red barrier immediately returned to calm like ripples on the surface of water. Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, grasped the bone-colored wand with his slender fingertips, silently took two steps back, and swung it again.This time it was manic lightning, and the dazzling blue-white light spewed out from the tip of the staff, crashing down on the barrier.

Voldemort could feel that the resistance was approaching the maximum, and he just needed to push harder... The air was broken down into countless particles by the electric light, turning into a chaotic wind and raging in the middle, lifting his thin sleeves and hem, vaguely outlining With the man's vigorous body, Voldemort silently increased the output of mana.

This is powerful enough to smash a castle, finally revealing cracks in the bloody barrier.

"Boom--"

Like a dike breaking, violent lightning poured out from there and shot into the spacious room, but Voldemort didn't feel happy at all.

None of the symbols on the ground that made him afraid were damaged.

And the broken barrier only took a moment—he didn't even have time to move—and flashed again, as if mocking him.

"Damn..."

Voldemort let out a low curse, and stopped wasting mana.There was a burning smell in the air, and his eyes followed the bloody light and landed on the floor, which was a circular groove that was exactly the same as the barrier's trajectory.

Without the transmission of rune, how is the magic power supplied to this magic?

Voldemort couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He himself knew a little bit more about ancient magic, but it was only limited to knowledge.He sniffed out extremely ancient traces from this magic. Since Great Elder Raven was able to escape as a bat, it was obviously a black magic unique to the blood race.

The Dark Lord narrowed his dark red eyes. This kind of trap, digging out the ancient magic inside, is really familiar.He remembered that when he was young, he always wanted to defeat Dumbledore - when he was not so powerful, the opponent was like a shadow... Thinking about it, Voldemort thought, his nerves were tense at that time, and he was very afraid that Dumbledore would He came directly to the door, and even thought of a despicable trap for this purpose, specifically to deal with powerful wizards.

Like Dumbledore.

Of course, that includes himself.

"Locket." Voldemort spat out the word slowly, his expression was momentarily confused and furious.Veins appeared faintly in the hand holding the wand.

"I'm still wondering how long it takes you to remember the past."

Crisp applause sounded monotonously in this place, and the flesh and blood body of the locket soul piece appeared outside the barrier, soundlessly.He was holding a wand with a scar in his hand, which looked very familiar——

"Yes, this is Dumbledore's wand." A lazy smile appeared on his face, which was younger and more handsome than Voldemort's.And behind him, stood the expressionless... Great Elder of the Blood Race.

--Raven.

She was wearing a luxurious mid-century dark gold dress, outlined with gold threads and embellished with precious stones.Dusky blonde hair falling from a crystal crown is gracefully pulled back.The brown-red eyes stared straight at a certain point in the void.

"You used the Imperius Curse on her." Voldemort noticed the clue with just one glance.

"Because the Elder Wand is stronger than I thought. Ah, I forgot..." he whispered, satisfied to see Voldemort's moved face.He stared at Voldemort with interest, "You probably don't know it's the Elder Wand, otherwise you wouldn't have sent someone to kill our Professor Dumbledore."

"I really don't know."

Voldemort looked calm and proud, and he raised the corners of his lips to show a sarcastic smile: "But it seems that you are not very comfortable with it, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't come here now and ask me who killed Dumbledore." He chuckled: "I can tell you that only Harry was present at the time, why didn't you ask him yourself?"

He said in a sweet tone:

"Is he afraid that he will know that someone has disturbed the rest of his most beloved principal, or is he afraid that he will tell you clearly after such a long time that he doesn't love you?"

"that's not important."

The smile on the handsome face of the locket soul piece disappeared, and he pursed his lips: "I will go to him after you die."

"I don't think you can kill me."

Voldemort revealed a look of disgust and contempt, and said softly, "You are just a piece of my past, even if you have a body now."

"Of course I won't do it myself, look at it, you just threw out the last chip that can survive, it's really stupid."

Speaking as if he was really going to let him go, Voldemort laughed inwardly.Obviously the other party was stepped on a sore spot.

The locket soul piece walked unhurriedly around the blood-red barrier, silently, with wine-red eyes staring at him for a moment, "You will never step out of here, I will watch you die .”

"Died poorly and alone."

"Voldemort will take back what is his."

"Status, wealth, even..."

"Our boy."

He admired the Dark Lord's bluish face for a moment, and said softly, "Since I gave the first order to let the vampires return to Italy, I have been waiting for this day—"

Voldemort remained silent, not because he was not angry, but because he sensed the fluctuation of the Dark Mark just now.Apparently the locket soul piece also felt a little bit, and his footsteps stopped. Voldemort's full of anger did not prevent him from curling the corners of his lips, happily listening to the snake language coming from the depths of his soul, which was exactly the same as his own.

my boy...

He lingered on this short sentence in his heart, no one knew how that surprise made the Dark Lord dizzy, at this moment, Voldemort almost forgot the predicament he was in, and he spoke the voice deep in his soul more clearly, like a boy talking in his ear.That hoarse, creepy hiss that no one but the Dark Lord himself could tell - his boy was trying to imitate him...

For some reason, the locket also stood there listening silently, without any expression on his face.After a long while, he calmly opened his mouth to break the frozen silence, and there was a real murderous intent in his wine-red eyes.

"Raven, carry out your original plan, now."

he said softly.

The brown red eyes of the woman who had been standing quietly all of a sudden became like blood. Her mouth was opened and closed without making a single sound, but a lingering coldness emerged from the air. Voldemort's expression became vigilant, and he didn't bother to make any attacks. No one knew more about the viciousness and rascality of this trap than he.

The locket soul piece had already scolded Ruiwen and retreated together.

Outside the blood barrier, visible sound waves gradually emerged in the air.

The ground began to tremble violently, and dark red blood gradually seeped from the grooves, filling all the symbols.

Then, the floor began to become transparent little by little.

Voldemort looked at all this solemnly, and as the transparent place slowly approached, he also retreated cautiously, stepping up the steps from the flat ground, his dark red eyes staring at the gradually revealing formation, as if hell same scene.

The huge blood-colored lake occupies almost all the field of vision. The dark red color is like rolling magma, roaring and slapping on the stone pillars supported under the throne in waves. In the disgusting smell, there is a tsunami-like surging and shocking Like a magic blowout, it rushed up——

That is the magical power carried in these blood, which belongs to the wizard!

Voldemort's dark red pupils shrank suddenly, and he finally understood why he couldn't break through this black magic. With such a strong support, even if he and Dumbledore were together, it would be impossible for him to rush out—if the old guy If still there.

"How many wizards have you killed?!" Even though Voldemort didn't care about the life and death of wizards, he couldn't help but feel chills in front of this cruel pool of blood.

"I didn't do this." The locket showed a charming smile, "It was like this before I controlled her." He stroked the scar on his wand gracefully, "Do you have any last words? I can Tell him instead of you."

The entire pool of blood was sixty feet in diameter. He was standing on the edge, looking straight at the stone throne held up by a huge stone pillar in the center of the pool of blood. Twenty feet below them, the roaring pool of blood roared and beat against the stone pillar. Along with the rumbling sound, thirteen holes on the stone wall opened at the same time, and the bright red, steaming blood flowed down like a waterfall and flowed into the pool of blood.

The originally shining blood-colored barrier, no, is now a blood-colored river of light lying around the stone throne, reflecting coldness on Voldemort's pale cheeks.

……

Silently, under the dark sky, the clouds became thicker and thicker.Blocked the bright sunshine of Italy.This undoubtedly makes vampires feel comfortable.Even the black bats are wandering outside all day - the Vatican was originally their favorite place to rest, but recently there is always a smell that makes their hearts jump.Let the tribes that live near there scramble to leave.

This branch of them is already late, and the good places have already been occupied.It took half a day of migrating this day to get rid of the terrible shadow.At this moment, a few active black bats accidentally went deep into the clouds, were numb by the fine electric current, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Its companions don't even "look" at it, and fly in groups under the clouds in the distance.

A few bats were pushed aside by their companions, but they were not as strong and powerful as the opponents, so they had to speed up and rush into the clouds.The largest black bat issued a sound wave to block the current, but the rest screamed and fell down.What awaits them may be the bite of the bat swarm, or the hard ground.

The largest bat spread its wings wide, trying to get to the front under the cover of the clouds.But suddenly, a breath that made the soul tremble hit.

The huge shadow instantly made the environment dark and dull. A sharp claw pierced the air and slammed into the root of its wing, sending it flying dozens of feet. He was thrown high out of the clouds at high speed.

The sudden bright sunlight did not make it feel disgusted, because it was stunned by the scene of ultrasonic feedback at this moment.

Thousands of wizards lie on their brooms and fly from afar like shooting stars at night!The speed is so fast that it can only be blurred into a winding light band in the sound waves.

The white dragon's mouth was sealed with a silver mithril bit, and it roared silently and spread its wings to fly. It had a huge iron saddle on its body - a wizard in a black robe sat on it, holding a secret mithril in his hand. The rein made of silver thread, when the dragon flew off course, pulled it hard to correct the direction.Although the dragon roared in dissatisfaction, it dared not disobey the order.

And there are dozens of such white dragons, and there are also rock-colored and black ones... They guard the wizard's wings at a distance. .

The black bat wanted to open its mouth to give a warning, but it failed with all its strength.

Because its ribcage is shattered.

Then a sudden vanishing spell threw it into an unknown place like removing garbage.

"What's going on?" Harry said in a low voice, at the forefront of the wizarding army, raising his hand and pressing the alchemy device by his ear without slowing down.The sound was even directly dispersed by the wind, and the black bats migrating under the clouds didn't even notice it at all.

——This is a work after Mr. LeMay improved the mother-in-law stone.The mother stones it can contact now are limited, but the distance is quite long.Which also joined the processing of sound waves.This time the captain and vice-captain in charge of leading the team wore this thing, as did the Death Eaters.

"There is a black bat, it has been cleaned up." A clear voice came from the ear.

"We're too close to the clouds." Harry squinted his eyes in the cold wind, "Everyone maintain the Bubble Charm, we're in the stratosphere now—"

"I'm Descartes, there's a big guy fifty miles ahead!"

Harry realized immediately what he was talking about: "It's an airplane—" He couldn't help cursing inwardly, which airline would dare to fly into Italian airspace at this time. "It will fly along the established track, let's go around it!"

The dragon that opened the way suddenly turned its direction and deviated by 45 degrees. The whole team reacted quickly and swung its long tail like a snake to get out of the way.

Facts have proved that this daring airliner is from the United Kingdom. All the passengers on flight BA640 were surprised to see rows of flying dragons and wizards on broomsticks outside the windows.The co-pilot of the plane opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't need to look at the radar dial to know that there must be dense light spots all over it.

They watched as the majestic procession quickly passed them, slowly leaving the aircraft's view until the army had completed its turn.

"This is so exciting!"

Harry heard Descartes, the dragon trainer, say excitedly.Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he said, "How far do we have to get to the Vatican?" Not long after setting off, Harry felt an indescribable palpitation, which made his spirit tense all the time.

"According to the current time and astrology, there are still about 150 hundred miles." A wizard with a blunt German accent answered.He was the observer of this march, one of the few wizards among the saints who returned alive from Italy.

At the beginning, there were still black bats flying out of the clouds that needed to be cleaned up, but the closer to the Vatican, the calmer the situation.The sun slowly rose overhead, unobstructed by the stratosphere, which made the warm sunshine become unbearably fierce.Half an hour later, the observer from Germany sent a signal.

"It has arrived!"

Harry moved his almost frozen fingers and gripped his wand tightly: "Gargson, fire the Dark Mark." He informed the Death Eaters who were with the dragon trainer at the front.But seeing the green skeleton rushing to the sky, hanging in the sky——

The skeleton opened its mouth, and the snake's head popped out and swam ferociously.

Compared with the phoenix fireworks with sound and light effects, the Dark Mark is more silent.According to the instructions in the battle plan, everyone silently and quickly came to the position where the mark was located—the sixty brigades of the Order of the Phoenix had a brief rest, and all the phalanx formed a half-moon in the east, and the Death Eaters were not so careful. , they have ten teams gathered in the west.

"Rest for 10 minutes." Harry stopped in the middle, and the giant dragon hovered at the height. The captains who received the order immediately fired a signal with a very small fluctuation with their wands.The green smoke turned into a striking countdown clock in midair.

Ten minutes, ten minutes 59 seconds, ten minutes 58 seconds...

No one in the team spoke at this time, they remained motionless in the fierce wind, only the rustling of their robes could be heard... because the battle plan specifically stated that vampire bats are sensitive to sound waves—even if they don't It will fly into the stratosphere - the same is true for the magic wave, so even if everyone's cheeks are pale from the high air flow, no one secretly uses the warming spell.

You must know that there are countless vampires, high-level vampires and even their leaders under the clouds.

Not only did the atmosphere not relax because of the trimming, but it became more tense and hasty.Everyone was moving silently, and their bodies became stiff along the way.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and every wizard was sternly paying attention to the leader of his team and the extremely eye-catching countdown clock above his head——

30 minutes 29 seconds... [-] minutes [-] seconds...

Harry's heart was thumping with tension. It was obviously extremely cold in the sky, but the magic power that slowly began to agitate gave him a kind of enthusiasm from the inside out.His palms were sweaty, his fingers gripping his wand stickily.Harry took a deep breath and used Occlumency almost solemnly. For a moment, whether it was anxiety, worry, or inexplicable tension, they all left him at this moment.

Harry's emerald green eyes were clear and calm. He relaxed his brows, looked at the numbers on the clock, and even counted silently in his heart.All the plans flashed like flowing water in the bottom of my heart, as clear as if they were engraved in my mind.

Everyone lowered their brooms, the dragon trainers jerked the reins, and the dragons suddenly pulled up the distance, because there was only time left—

Five seconds...four seconds...three seconds...two seconds...

one second—

Harry shouted suddenly, "It's now!"

Like an exploding petrol barrel, more than 2 wizards rushed into the clouds in an instant, dim blue lights lit up one after another, and the sudden manic lightning suddenly became thicker, the huge wings of the flying dragon churned in the clouds, and the fine and silky arcs illuminated All around hit the wizard's armor spell, and there was a louder explosion——

At the forefront, Harry squinted his eyes...Through the clouds and mist, he could already see the densely packed buildings on the ground and the extremely eye-catching semi-circular landmark of St. Peter's Square!